Jill Shalvis and RaeAnne Thayne Interview Their Heroes!
A big, strong hero inside and out, and the holidays… Just the thought weakens the knees, right? A tough, protective, rough-around-the-edges man goes perfectly with some eggnog beside the Christmas tree. Which is why Jill Shalvis and RaeAnne Thayne interviewed their latest heroes, Keane Winters and Marshall Bailey, for us…
Jill and RaeAnne: You’re both tough guys. Do you still believe in the spirit of Christmas?
The spirit of Christmas? Growing up, my parents didn’t have time for the holidays so I never even understood what that meant. But this year brought some big changes into my life. Willa brought some big changes into my life. First of all, mistletoe… How I ever ignored the joys of mistletoe, I have no idea. But right now I actually have a tree in my place, so many lights I’m going to have a seizure, and that damn cat is probably using my boots as kitty litter again…and I couldn’t be happier. So yeah, I believe in the spirit of Christmas these days.
I’ve been in the military or law enforcement since I was eighteen. In my experience, the holidays only bring out the crazies. I’ve seen way too many family brawls over the turkey dinner or idiots who try to use power tools to put their kids’ toys together when they’ve had too much eggnog. I haven’t had a tree since the little scrawny desert shrub with spent-cartridge ornaments we put up in the middle of our tent when I was deployed years ago, and I haven’t missed it. Okay, maybe I’ve missed it a little. The tree Andie Montgomery and her kids insisted on decorating in my living room is pretty nice, and it was cute of the kids to worry about me, stuck at home during the holidays with a broken leg and the hard knowledge that somebody tried to run me down with an SUV…
Jill and RaeAnne: What’s at the top of your Christmas list this year?
World peace, eradicate hunger, and then after that, I’ll take one gorgeous, sweet, amazing Willa Davis, please. I realize that I’ve been far more naughty than nice and that I certainly don’t deserve her, but there’s nothing and no one else on earth that does it for me like she does.
Right now I just want everybody to leave me alone so I can hunker down by myself until this stupid broken leg stops aching. I don’t need to be the latest pity project of Andie Montgomery and her kids. Every time she shows up on my doorstep smelling all sweet and stuff, with homemade shortbread or a delicious stew, it makes me more frustrated and cranky. I hate feeling so freaking helpless. Wouldn’t you?
Oh, and I want to find whoever ran me down in that SUV. It would be great if somebody could just go ahead and shove that information into my stocking.
Jill and RaeAnne: What’s your idea of a perfect Christmas Eve?
Tough question. I’m always working, so I don’t have much experience to draw on, except when I was a kid. Back then I was too dumb to know how great I had it, growing up in Haven Point in my noisy, crazy family.
If I could have anything, I would pick a quiet, snowy night with Andie Montgomery and little Will and Chloe, playing games and telling stories by the fire next to our perfect Christmas tree, complete with all the paper snowflakes Chloe has spent months cutting out. When the kids are in bed, maybe I could finally have Andie to myself. Yeah, I have a broken leg, but you’d be surprised how creative a guy can get when he puts his mind to it…
Yeah, super tough question. I have no experience with a “perfect” Christmas Eve. Growing up, Christmas was no different than any other day of the week, and since I’ve been on my own, I’ve been too busy to put any thought to it. Haven’t allowed myself to put any thought to it. Until this year, anyway. This year, I find myself suddenly aching for a connection. Roots. Someone to remind me that I’m more than just work, someone to make memories with. And as long as I’m slicing open a vein and bleeding for you, I might as well admit I want that person to be Willa.
If 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…
About Snowfall on Haven Point
There’s no place like Haven Point for the holidays, where the snow conspires to bring two wary hearts together for a Christmas to remember
It’s been two rough years since Andrea Montgomery lost her husband, and all she wants is for her children to enjoy their first Christmas in Haven Point. But then Andie’s friend asks a favor—to keep an eye on her brother, Sheriff Marshall Bailey, who’s recovering from a hit and run. Andie will do anything for Wyn, even park her own misgivings to check on her grouchy, wounded bear of a brother.
Marshall hates feeling defenseless and resents the protective impulses that Andie brings out in him. But when a blizzard forces them together for the holidays, something in Marshall begins to thaw. Andie’s gentle nature is a salve, and her kids’ excitement for the holidays makes him forget why he never wanted a family. If only he and Andie can admit what they really want—each other—their Christmas wishes might come true after all.
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