The Trouble with Mistletoe (Heartbreaker Bay #2) by Jill Shalvis ~ Spotlight & Review

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Synopsis:
troublewithmistletoe-lighter-with-ribbons-250x403If she has her way . . .
Willa Davis is wrangling puppies when Keane Winters stalks into her pet shop with frustration in his chocolate-brown eyes and a pink bedazzled cat carrier in his hand. He needs a kitty sitter, stat. But the last thing Willa needs is to rescue a guy who doesn’t even remember her . . .
He’ll get nothing but coal in his stocking.
Saddled with his great-aunt’s Feline from Hell, Keane is desperate to leave her in someone else’s capable hands. But in spite of the fact that he’s sure he’s never seen the drop-dead-gorgeous pet shop owner before, she seems to be mad at him . . .
Unless he tempers “naughty” with a special kind of nice . . .
Willa can’t deny that Keane’s changed since high school: he’s less arrogant, for one thing—but can she trust him not to break her heart again? It’s time to throw a coin in the fountain, make a Christmas wish—and let the mistletoe do its work . . .
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Review:
CreativeDeedsReadsDisclosure1Okay… I have a confession to make. This is my first Jill Shalvis read. I know, I know… but in my defense, contemporary isn’t my go-to when it comes to romance. I will admit that every once in a while one does catch my eye and honestly the synopsis for this one was so cute, I couldn’t resist. 😉
Guess what, I was right. If you’re looking for a sweet Holiday story, The Trouble with Mistletoe should most definitely fill the bill.
Willa had her reasons for not trusting Keane, yet it was kind of harsh judging someone for something that they did in high school. Willa had been through a lot though, so I couldn’t be too hard on her. Once readers got in Keane’s head though, it was hard not to want to jump in and clue him in on what the problem was. Usually I end up siding with one character or the other, but almost from the very beginning, I loved both of these guys.
If you’re like me and picked this one up before reading the first book in the series, Sweet Little Lies, don’t worry about being confused. All of the characters in Willa’s circle are a pretty tight knit group so readers are introduced to them all. Nothing was given away, reading The Trouble with Mistletoe did make me want to go back and see what I missed. 😉 It also made me curious about the next novella, On Snowy Night. So, it looks like Jill Shalvis gained another fan. I may not be picking up all of her books that I’ve missed along the way, but I will definitely be giving them a second look when I run across them.
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Author Bio:
New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras full of quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. Look for Jill’s bestselling, award-winning books wherever romances are sold and visit her website, www.jillshalvis.com, for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.
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“You want to come upstairs, Willa?”
What she wanted was to put her hands back on his chest now that she knew it was as hard as it looked. Instead she gripped either side of her seat with white knuckles. “Of course not.”
“I think you do. I think you want something else too.”
“What I want,” she said as coolly as she could, “is dinner as promised.”
“Liar,” he chided softly.
“Well that’s just rude, calling your date a liar.”
“So it is a date.” His tone was very male and very smug. It should’ve pissed her off but instead it did something hot and erotic to her insides.
Clearly knowing it, he smiled at her and then dragged his teeth over his lower lip as he contemplated her.
Gah. She wanted to do that. And she wanted to do more too. She wanted him shockingly badly and suddenly she couldn’t remember why she shouldn’t. She tried to access her thought processes on the subject but her brain hiccupped and froze. Which surely was the only reason she let go of the death grip on her seat, slid her fingers into his hair, and . . . brushed her mouth over his.
He didn’t move, not a single muscle, but when she pulled back, his eyes had gone dark as night, piercing her with their intensity.
“Don’t read that the wrong way,” she whispered.
“Is there a wrong way to take it when a beautiful woman kisses you?”
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