Return to the beloved town of Wildstone and discover the uniqueness that surrounds this small town.
The
Good Luck Sister by Jill Shalvis
Series The Wildstone Series
Genre Adult Contemporary Romance
Publisher
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication
Date May 1, 2018
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This summer, romance blooms again in Wildstone!
After a difficult
few years, Tilly Adams is ready for life to start going right. Though she has a
case of first-day nerves teaching art at the local community college, she knows
it isn’t anything a few snuggles from her rescue puppy won’t cure. Until she
sees Dylan Scott again, her one-time BFF and first love sitting in the front
row.
Dylan knows he
should’ve left well enough alone, but when he sees Tilly living her dream, he
can’t help but make contact. Ten years ago, he left Wildstone and everything in
it behind, including Tilly. He had his reasons, but now he wants her back in
his life, anyway he can get her.
When Tilly agrees
to design the logo for Dylan’s new helicopter touring company, it’s business
only . . . until she finds herself falling into his arms once again.
Can she possibly
open her heart back up to the only man who’s ever broken it? But soon they’re
both realizing the truth—love always deserves a second chance.
Excerpt:
Chapter
1
“I’ve
finished my free trial of adulthood and am no longer interested, so please
cancel my subscription.” From The Mixed Up Files of Tilly’s journal.
Dr. Janet Lyons smiled. “I think Leo
faked being sick. Probably so you’d stay home from work today.”
Tilly looked down at Leo. “You do
know he’s a dog, right?”
All six pounds of him smiled up at
her. About a month ago, she found him on a street corner hiding beneath a bus
bench; wet, dirty, cold, hungry and matted. He’d been Dobby meets Gremlin meets
neglected, abused Care Bear. Tilly had looked around for an adult, and then had
to remind herself that at twenty-five years old, she was legal herself. So then
she’d searched for an adultier adult, but she’d been the only one in sight.
So she’d scooped the little guy up
and had brought him to the SPCA, who’d said he was about five weeks old, a
possible Maltipoo, which meant he came by his care bear look naturally. He was
malnutritioned and suffering from mange. They’d said they’d do what they could,
and Tilly had turned to go. That had been when she’d seen all the eyes on her
from an endless row of cages … and she’d realized her care bear would soon be
sitting in one too. Then she’d heard herself offer to foster him until they
found him a forever home.
They’d found him one too. Tilly had
signed the adoption papers last weekend in spite of the fact that just that
morning he’d escaped his crate, eaten her favorite sneakers, destroyed her
favorite pillow, and then yakked up the stuffing from the pillow.
He was a destructo of the highest
magnitude, and something else too. He had no idea how small he was. He went
after her sister Quinn’s twenty-plus pound cat and her neighbor’s hundred pound
black lab with the same fierce, fearless gusto. Turned out, the little guy had
a bad case of small-man syndrome, which was how he’d earned his name.
Leo, short for Napoleon.
And now on top of Leo’s impressive
chewing skills, his escape artist skills, and his ability to get up on her bed
and yet still not understand why stepping in his own poop was annoying, he had
a new skill.
He’d faked being sick.
Proud of himself, Leo smiled up at
her. Smiled. An hour ago he’d been coughing and limping and acting all sorts of
odd. Now he just kept smiling up at her while sending her meaningful glances at
the open dog biscuit bin between her and the doctor.
Dr. Lyons laughed and gave him one.
“Dogs can’t fake sick,” Tilly said
while Leo inhaled the biscuit whole before licking the floor to make sure he
got all the crumbs. “Can they?”
Dr. Lyons scooped him up and gave
him a kiss on his adorable snout. “Yours did.”
Tilly sighed. It was too early for this. She’d had a crazy late night. Not hanging at Whiskey River, the local bar and grill. Not at a club with friends. Not working on her designs for he upcoming graphic art showing.
Tilly sighed. It was too early for this. She’d had a crazy late night. Not hanging at Whiskey River, the local bar and grill. Not at a club with friends. Not working on her designs for he upcoming graphic art showing.
Nope, she’d been on a serious stress
bender -- a marathon of Game Of Thrones. She hadn’t fallen asleep until after
two and her alarm had interrupted her in the middle of a really great dream
starring Jon Snow.
Dr. Lyons handed Leo over. He
immediately snuggled into the crook of Tilly’s neck and dammit, her cold heart
melted on the spot and she hugged him close. “You’re sure he’s okay? He was
coughing. And then he limped funny. And then he wouldn’t eat.”
“But he hasn’t coughed once that
I’ve seen. And he’s not limping either. And you said all his food vanished
while you took a quick shower.”
“Yes,” Tilly said.
Dr. Lyons waited for her to catch
up.
Tilly sighed. “He really did fake me
out.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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 for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her
city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventure.
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