We're thrilled to share a sizzling sneak peek of Nobody but You by New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis. Nobody but You, Book 3 of the stand-alone Cedar Ridge family saga series, releases on March 29th, click here to pre-order now.
Ready to meet Army Special Forces officer Jacob Kincaid? You're going to want a lot more of him after you read this very sexy preview. Plus, view more tempting teasers and enter to win a signed set of the Cedar Ridge series! Happy reading and good luck.
Ready to meet Army Special Forces officer Jacob Kincaid? You're going to want a lot more of him after you read this very sexy preview. Plus, view more tempting teasers and enter to win a signed set of the Cedar Ridge series! Happy reading and good luck.
Sizzling Sneak Peek
Sophie slipped her phone back into her pocket and felt a tingle of awareness along the nape of her neck that had her lifting her head.
Her gaze collided with Jacob’s.
He stood at the end of the aisle in front of the frozen pizzas, wearing sexy jeans and an army-green T-shirt that fit like it’d been made for him.
Bad for you, she reminded herself. All you’ve done is daydream about the things he did to you in his great big bed with his great big--
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey.”
He smiled like maybe he knew what she was thinking about. And his smile made her remember all the things she’d been coaxed into doing the last time he’d flashed it at her.
Just keep your cool. And your clothes on. She eyeballed his section of the freezer. “Dinner?”
“Yeah. The question is three meat and five cheese or fully loaded.”
“In other words, a heart attack waiting to happen?”
He slid a laughing gaze her way. “Says the woman who ate a heart attack for breakfast the other day.”
She’d had something else for breakfast that day too. Him. Her body involuntarily softened at the memory. Dammit. “That was a hangover cure,” she said. “Entirely different.”
His grin made the woman behind Sophie drop her frozen chicken Alfredo casserole.
“There’s healthier stuff in the fresh aisle,” she said.
He gave her cart—and the ice cream in it—a long look.
“Do as I say, not as I do,” she muttered.
He laughed, but grabbed a loaded pizza. “I don’t really have all that long of a life expectancy,” he said. “So I’m not too worried about a heart attack.”
That sobered her up pretty quick. And right then and there she made yet another choice. No regrets. “Put the pizza back,” she said. “I’m grilling spice-rubbed beef tenderloin with chimichurri for a client. I’ll have extra.”
“You had me at beef tenderloin,” he said, making her thighs quiver. “Although I’ve got no idea what the hell chimichurri is.”
“It’s a tangy, zesty condiment that’s like a cross between vinaigrette and pesto,” she told him. “I’ll have plenty.”
“How do you know how hungry I am?”
The words—not to mention his voice—gave her a shiver in the very best kind of way. “How hungry are you?” she heard herself whisper.
He let five solid beats go by, during which time he just looked at her. “Frighteningly hungry,” he finally said.
Another woman promptly ran her cart into Sophie’s. “Oh, sorry!” the woman gasped, face red as she hurried off.
“You’re making quite an impression,” Sophie managed dryly.
He shook his head like he disagreed and stepped closer to her, right inside her own personal little space bubble. Now she was in his orbit and in danger of being sucked in and going up in flames.
But she didn’t make a move to a safer zone. In fact, all she could think of was how he’d felt moving over her, in her, his voice a low, sexy murmur in her ear. She knew the texture of his skin, the dips and valleys of his beautiful body, the sounds he made when he came…
Something flashed in his eyes. Heat for sure. And maybe humor. “I like what you’re thinking about,” he said.
“You have no idea what I’m thinking about.”
“Wanna bet?” he asked, running one hand up her back until the pads of his fingers slid beneath her hair and brushed the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.
Her very long few days vanished in the flame of hunger flickering to life at his touch. She’d thought she could stay away, ignore him. Ignore this. She’d been delusional.
Jacob lowered his head so that his mouth was a fraction of an inch from hers and they were sharing air. He wasn’t touching her anywhere but with those rough fingertips, and yet she could feel him, big, warm, strong. So strong.
Yearning washed over her in waves, and she was the one to make the move, fisting her hands into his shirt and yanking him in. She who kissed him. She who planted her mouth on his and, at the taste of him, moaned.
The last time they’d kissed, he’d made her feel wanted, made her feel sexy, vibrant. Alive.
She wanted that feeling again, that sensation of flying without a net, knowing that he’d catch her…
Kissing him gave her all that, and when he slid his hands into her hair and cradled her head, it also gave her more.
She heard something crash and tried to pull free. Jacob, not so easily startled, was much slower to lift his head, keeping his hands on her when he turned his head to look.
Another woman had come down the aisle and had run her cart into the display of pie crusts. She wasn’t alone. She had a much older woman at her side, holding on to the cart like it was a walker.
“Wow,” the older woman said. “Haven’t seen a kiss like that in a long time.”
“Mother,” the younger woman hissed. “Shh!”
“Just calling it like it is,” the older woman said, not shhing. “And look, it gave her a healthy glow. Wouldn’t mind a glow that like,” she said wistfully.
Her gaze collided with Jacob’s.
He stood at the end of the aisle in front of the frozen pizzas, wearing sexy jeans and an army-green T-shirt that fit like it’d been made for him.
Bad for you, she reminded herself. All you’ve done is daydream about the things he did to you in his great big bed with his great big--
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey.”
He smiled like maybe he knew what she was thinking about. And his smile made her remember all the things she’d been coaxed into doing the last time he’d flashed it at her.
Just keep your cool. And your clothes on. She eyeballed his section of the freezer. “Dinner?”
“Yeah. The question is three meat and five cheese or fully loaded.”
“In other words, a heart attack waiting to happen?”
He slid a laughing gaze her way. “Says the woman who ate a heart attack for breakfast the other day.”
She’d had something else for breakfast that day too. Him. Her body involuntarily softened at the memory. Dammit. “That was a hangover cure,” she said. “Entirely different.”
His grin made the woman behind Sophie drop her frozen chicken Alfredo casserole.
“There’s healthier stuff in the fresh aisle,” she said.
He gave her cart—and the ice cream in it—a long look.
“Do as I say, not as I do,” she muttered.
He laughed, but grabbed a loaded pizza. “I don’t really have all that long of a life expectancy,” he said. “So I’m not too worried about a heart attack.”
That sobered her up pretty quick. And right then and there she made yet another choice. No regrets. “Put the pizza back,” she said. “I’m grilling spice-rubbed beef tenderloin with chimichurri for a client. I’ll have extra.”
“You had me at beef tenderloin,” he said, making her thighs quiver. “Although I’ve got no idea what the hell chimichurri is.”
“It’s a tangy, zesty condiment that’s like a cross between vinaigrette and pesto,” she told him. “I’ll have plenty.”
“How do you know how hungry I am?”
The words—not to mention his voice—gave her a shiver in the very best kind of way. “How hungry are you?” she heard herself whisper.
He let five solid beats go by, during which time he just looked at her. “Frighteningly hungry,” he finally said.
Another woman promptly ran her cart into Sophie’s. “Oh, sorry!” the woman gasped, face red as she hurried off.
“You’re making quite an impression,” Sophie managed dryly.
He shook his head like he disagreed and stepped closer to her, right inside her own personal little space bubble. Now she was in his orbit and in danger of being sucked in and going up in flames.
But she didn’t make a move to a safer zone. In fact, all she could think of was how he’d felt moving over her, in her, his voice a low, sexy murmur in her ear. She knew the texture of his skin, the dips and valleys of his beautiful body, the sounds he made when he came…
Something flashed in his eyes. Heat for sure. And maybe humor. “I like what you’re thinking about,” he said.
“You have no idea what I’m thinking about.”
“Wanna bet?” he asked, running one hand up her back until the pads of his fingers slid beneath her hair and brushed the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.
Her very long few days vanished in the flame of hunger flickering to life at his touch. She’d thought she could stay away, ignore him. Ignore this. She’d been delusional.
Jacob lowered his head so that his mouth was a fraction of an inch from hers and they were sharing air. He wasn’t touching her anywhere but with those rough fingertips, and yet she could feel him, big, warm, strong. So strong.
Yearning washed over her in waves, and she was the one to make the move, fisting her hands into his shirt and yanking him in. She who kissed him. She who planted her mouth on his and, at the taste of him, moaned.
The last time they’d kissed, he’d made her feel wanted, made her feel sexy, vibrant. Alive.
She wanted that feeling again, that sensation of flying without a net, knowing that he’d catch her…
Kissing him gave her all that, and when he slid his hands into her hair and cradled her head, it also gave her more.
She heard something crash and tried to pull free. Jacob, not so easily startled, was much slower to lift his head, keeping his hands on her when he turned his head to look.
Another woman had come down the aisle and had run her cart into the display of pie crusts. She wasn’t alone. She had a much older woman at her side, holding on to the cart like it was a walker.
“Wow,” the older woman said. “Haven’t seen a kiss like that in a long time.”
“Mother,” the younger woman hissed. “Shh!”
“Just calling it like it is,” the older woman said, not shhing. “And look, it gave her a healthy glow. Wouldn’t mind a glow that like,” she said wistfully.
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Book 3 of Cedar Ridge Series
Family Sagas Stand-alone
After an overseas mission goes wrong, Army Special Forces officer Jacob Kincaid knows where he must go to make things right: back home to the tiny town of Cedar Ridge, Colorado. All he needs to scrub away his painful past is fresh mountain air, a lakeside cabin, and quiet solitude. But what he discovers is a gorgeous woman living on a boat at his dock.
Sophie Marren has nowhere else to go. She’s broke, intermittently seasick, and fighting a serious attraction to the brooding, dishy, I’m-too-sexy-for-myself guy who’s now claiming her dock. Something about Jacob’s dark intensity makes her want to tease—and tempt—him beyond measure. Neither one wants to give any ground…until they realize the only true home they have is with each other.
Sophie Marren has nowhere else to go. She’s broke, intermittently seasick, and fighting a serious attraction to the brooding, dishy, I’m-too-sexy-for-myself guy who’s now claiming her dock. Something about Jacob’s dark intensity makes her want to tease—and tempt—him beyond measure. Neither one wants to give any ground…until they realize the only true home they have is with each other.
