Another Excerpt from the fabulous Jill Shalvis!

Posted January 11, 2011 by Rowena in Promotions | 0 Comments

To prove to you guys just how awesome Jill Shalvis is, she’s provided us another teaser excerpt to share with you lovely readers for her upcoming release, Animal Magnetism. I’m not sure about you guys but I’m antsy to own my very own copy of this one. One to put on my shelves. Reviews will be posted in the coming weeks of this book so you’ll want to stay tuned for that but while we wait for the release date, which is February 1, 2011, let us tease you with another excerpt:

Lilah swiped at her eyes. She was not going to cry. “Suck it up,” she whispered fiercely to herself. “It’s all good, no matter how hard it is.”

“I’m going to refrain from saying ‘That’s what she said’ since you seem to be having a moment.”

Whirling around, she glared at Brady, who was leaning against the front wall of the building. “Why do you keep sneaking up on me?”

Instead of answering, he handed her a bag.

Opening it, she found two additional old fashioned chocolate glazes. “Since you handed yours off,” he said with a shrug. “Thought you could use some.”

“I gave them away so I wouldn’t eat them. I was saving myself.”

“Okay.” He tried to take the bag back, but she slapped his hand and hugged the bag to her chest.

He appeared to fight a smile, but his voice was serious. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Though I’d be a hell of a lot better if you hadn’t told the whole world that I have a parking problem.”

“I didn’t tell the whole world. Just what’s his name. Your friendly ex.”

She blew out a sigh. “Nick. And how do you know he’s an ex?”

“It’s either that, or he’s a prospect. Which would explain the hungry look on his face.”

“Ex,” she admitted. “And he looked hungry because he was. For donuts.”

“And for you as well.” Stepping into her personal space bubble as he had a habit of doing, Brady cupped her face and tilted it up to his, running his thumb under her eye, catching a tear she’d missed. “You don’t look like you’re okay,” he said quietly.

She sent him another glare just for the heck of it and tried to turn away, but he held her still.

And close.

And Lord, he was deadly in close. “What?” she asked, sounding testy. Because she was.

He backed her closer to the building, under the eaves and away from the window, giving them a little bit of privacy. “You look like you need . . .” His eyes darkened a little and his thumb brushed over her bottom lip now, making it tingle and tremble open.

“What? I need what?”

“This.” Holding her gaze for as long as possible, he leaned in and lightly brushed her mouth with his warm, firm one.

She heard a sound, a whimper really, and realized it was her. He was right. She needed this. Bad. Fisting his shirt to hold him close, she heard the sound again, horrifyingly, embarrassingly needy.

“Shh,” he whispered soothingly, and then kissed her once more, not lightly this time.