One in a Million Blog Tour with Jill Shalvis (#Giveaway)

Find out what Jill Shalvis will miss about writing the Lucky Harbor series!

One in a Million 
(Lucky Harbor #12)
by Jill Shalvis 
Mass Market Paperback, 368 pages
Published October 14th 2014 by Grand Central Publishing
ISBN 1455529540

As the brains behind wedding site TyingTheKnot.com, Callie sees it all: from the ring to the dress, the smiles . . . to the tears. It's that last part that keeps her single and not looking. Getting left at the altar will do that to a girl. But when Callie returns to her old hometown, she finds that her sweet high school crush is sexier than ever. And he makes it hard to remember why she's sworn off love . . .

Tanner is a deep-sea diver with a wild, adrenaline-junkie past—and now his teenage son is back in his life. How can Tanner be a role model when he's still paying for his own mistakes? It's hard enough that gorgeous Callie has appeared in town like a beautiful dream, challenging his best-laid plans to keep his heart on lockdown. Though there's something about being around her again that makes him feel like he can be the man she—and his son—deserve. Little Lucky Harbor holds their past; can it hold a beautiful new future?

Amazon | Kindle | Audible | B&N | ARe

 5 things Jill Shalvis will miss about writing the Lucky Harbor series:

1. The hot guys
2. Lucille
3. The hot guys
4. The gorgeous landscape
5. The hot guys…

Excerpt:

Chapter 7

♥

By the time Tanner grabbed the empty chair and pulled

it out for himself, Callie’s heart was knocking hard

against her ribs in panic.

And okay, a little bit of lust as well. Or, you know, a lot.

In checking up on her grandma, she’d been through Lucille’s

social media pages. Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter…

and she’d inadvertently learned a lot about Lucky Harbor’s

citizens.

One in particular.

Tanner Riggs was Lucky Harbor’s current most popular

bachelor. Actually, Lucille had called him the Last Hot Single

Guy for Two Hundred Miles. Calliewondered if he knew.

Not that shewas going to be the one to tell him if he didn’t.

“Real pants today,” Tanner noted. “I like the boots.”

She’d argued with herself earlier when she’d gotten

out of the shower and stared into her closet. Yoga pants or

jeans? Don’t care or care?

Turned out she cared. Hence the jeans.

And the boots. “They’re my kick-ass boots,” she said.

He smiled and she forgot how to breathe. Just plain

forgot.

“You plan on kicking any ass today?” he asked.

“Too early to tell,” she responded. Look at her, all

smooth and cool. “But I wanted the odds balanced in my

favor if anything comes up.”

“I like the way you think.” He straightened out his leg,

letting out a long, careful exhale as he did.

“You okay?” she asked quietly.

“Yes.” He drank deeply of his coffee and her gaze was

drawn to his throat as he swallowed.

And then his broad chest.

And flat abs.

And the way his jeans—faded and threadbare in some

of the good spots—fit him. Which was perfectly. “I meant

your leg,” she said.

“It’s fine.”

“Huh,” she said.

He slid her a look. “Huh what?”

“Well, it’s just that ‘it’s fine’ is a typical guy response.

Men tend to use ‘fine’ as a catchall.”

“A catchall.”

“Yeah,” she said. “You know, a noun, adjective, adverb,

whatever. Tell me the truth—your leg could be

literally falling off and you’d still say it was fine, right?”

“Nah,” he said. “When it was actually threatening to

fall off, I was most definitely not fine.”

Her smile faded and she regretted her flippancy. “I’m

sorry.”

He shrugged. “Shit happens. You were saving me a

seat,” he said, back to teasing.

“No,” she said in automatic denial. “I—”

He flashed her a knowing grin that was so innately

Tanner-Riggs-of-the-Past—all cocky, popular football

star, aka the guy she’d never been able to say two words

to without tripping over her own tongue—that she once

again found herself momentarily tongue-tied.

“What are you working on?” he asked, gesturing to her

laptop. “Ordering a litter? Designing three-D wedding invitations?”

“Both,” she managed to say in what she hoped was a

perfectly normal voice.

Because you are perfectly normal, she reminded herself.

You are not just a computer geek. You are so much

more. You…ah, hell. She couldn’t think of a single thing

when he was looking at her like that, like maybe she was

amusing him again.

“Your job suits you,” he said.

“What does that mean?”

“You have this sort of…” He waved his cup at her.

“Dreamy, romantic air about you.”

She let out a low laugh and he set his cup down, sitting

forward, at attention. “You going to start choking again?”

he asked.

“No,” she assured him. Or she hoped not anyway.

“And it’s not a romantic job. It’s a technical job.”

“How are hearts and flowers and chariots technical?”

he asked.

“Okay,” she conceded. “Maybe it’s romantic for a

minute or two, if you believe in that sort of thing.”

“And you don’t?” he asked.

“My job is to create the right setting to culminate their

romance,” she said, trying to explain her job. “That’s all I

can do. I can’t guarantee a happy ending.”

He grinned.

“Not that kind of a happy ending!” she said, and

laughed in spite of herself. “The stats are completely

against a real happily-ever-after, not that anyone wants

to think about it while planning their wedding. Which

means that TyingTheKnot.com should really be called

AnotherOneBitesTheDust.com. But I doubt I’d be able to

make a living with that.”

“Huh,” Tanner said, cocking his head as he studied her.

“Didn’t see that coming.”

“What?”

“You’re a cynic.” He gestured at her with his cup. “All

wrapped up in a sweet, warm package.”

He thought she was sweet and warm.

Don’t get excited, a little voice inside her warned. He

also thought you were cute. Like a puppy. And he doesn’t

remember who you are. “I earned the cynicism,” she said.

“Someone break your heart?”

He didn’t say this with a mocking inflection. Nor did he

sound like he was pitying her. She looked into his eyes—

those hot-as-hell eyes—and saw that he was just genuinely

curious. Which was the only reason she answered him.

“Yes, actually,” she said. “But it was my own fault.”

“How’s that?”

His voice was low and a bit morning gruff, and she

found herself staring at his mouth. “That’s a little bit personal,

don’t you think?” she asked, her own voice low,

too, but not because it was morning.

It was more because he was turning her on with little

to no effort.

He leaned in and smiled. “You don’t want to get personal

with me?”

Her breath caught. Her pulse skipped another beat. Or

a hundred. And there were other reactions, too, things that

really shouldn’t be happening in public. But once upon

a time she’d dreamed about him wanting her. She’d even

gone as far as to send him a secret Valentine, one of those

anonymous lollypops with a heart that you paid a dollar

to the student body fund for and then it was delivered to

the recipient’s homeroom class in front of everyone.

Except Callie hadn’t sent hers anonymously. She’d

signed her name.

And he’d never said a word about it.

And suddenly that bugged the crap out of her. Love

sucked. Romance sucked. And even if that hadn’t been

true, there was no way she was going to admit her failures

out loud to a guy she didn’t really know. She shook her

head. No, she didn’t want to get personal.

“You really don’t believe in love?” he asked.

Did he think she was just being coy? “Let’s just say

that I know that love isn’t enough,” she said. “And I’m not

interested in it. Not for myself.” She knew this without

a shadow of a doubt. After all, she’d had the perfect guy

and the perfect life, and had planned the huge wedding to

celebrate it—and it’d ended with her heart crushed.

Nope. Love was not enough. Not by a long shot.

Tanner startled her by running a finger along her temple,

tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “A definite

cynic,” he said softly, meeting her gaze. “I like it.”

“You do?”

“Not exactly a romantic myself,” he said, and leaned

back. “And no disrespect to your work, but I think love

was something made up by Hallmark for Valentine’s Day

and…well, wedding websites.”

She laughed. Touché. “So I guess you think Valentine’s

Day cards are pretty dumb, too. Even if, say, you

got one from a girl who had a crush on you.” She held

her breath for a beat, and then someone bumped into him

from behind and the moment was broken.

The cute brunette who’d done the bumping sent a big

smile Tanner’s way. “Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “My

fault. Let me buy you a coffee to make up for it.”

Tanner lifted his coffee. “Already taken care of.”

The woman looked disappointed but moved on and

Tanner turned back to Callie. “Sorry, what were we talking

about?”

Well, she’d been about to admit that she’d once sent

him a Valentine’s Day card, which meant she’d also be

admitting to her painful crush.

And that would lead to him saying out loud that he

didn’t remember her. So she was eternally grateful they’d

been interrupted. “We were discussing you being a cynic

too,” she said. “You’re not…involved.”

“No,” he said. “I was married once, for about ten minutes.”

She knew all about him and Elisa. It’d been the talk of

the town back then. “It didn’t work out?”

His laugh was mirthless. “No. I got beat all to shit.”

So she did have something in common with this big,

built, tough, gorgeous man. “I’m sorry.”

“It was a long time ago,” he said. “And I did get something

really great out of it. My son, Troy. But it’s not

anything I’d repeat.”

She understood that. She lifted her coffee and touched

it to his in a toast, acknowledging that they were in perfect

sync on this sentiment.

“If it makes you feel better,” she said, “I got all the

way to the altar before I got beat to shit. Didn’t actually

say the I dos but it was close enough to teach me that

happily-ever-afters are for fiction.” She smiled. “Don’t

tell anyone, though. It’s not exactly good for business.”

He didn’t smile back. In fact, his gaze was dark and

unreadable but also somehow…warm. Commiserating

without pity. “Your secret’s safe with me,” he finally said

softly, and they finished their coffee in comfortable silence.

Well, Tanner was comfortable anyway, at least going

by his kick-back, sprawled posture in the chair.

Callie, not so much. She was wishing that she believed

what she’d said about not wanting romance for herself because

as she watched him, while pretending not to, she

found herself aching just a little bit.

Damn, she really wished he remembered her.

“Gotta get back to work,” he said and rose.

“Right,” she said. “Me too.” She slipped her laptop

back into her bag. Then she stood up and…knocked over

her coffee.

Tanner grabbed a stack of napkins and efficiently

cleaned up the mess in about three seconds, during which

time Callie ordered herself to get a grip. “Sorry,” she said.

He shook his head. “No need.”

Good. Great. No need for her to be sorry that she was

an idiot. A clumsy idiot. She gathered the rest of her

things, trying to keep her hands busy.

And her brain.

Just get out the door without further incident, she told

herself. But Tanner was standing close, looking down at

her, his dark, dark eyes holding hers prisoner.

“What?” she whispered.

Again he ran a finger along her temple, letting the

touch linger. “I’m sorry I never thanked you for that

Valentine,” he said quietly. “I should have.”

And then he was gone.

Giveaway:
Grand Central Publishing is giving away one copy of One in a Million to one US/CA reader. To enter just leave a comment on this post telling us what YOU will miss about the Lucky Harbor series, now that it has reached it's end, and then fill out the rafflecopter below. Good luck!

a Rafflecopter giveaway