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Jill Shalvis Excerpt: Lost and Found Sisters (+Sweepstakes)

Lost and Found Sisters by Jill Shalvis

They say life can change in an instant…

After losing her sister in a devastating car accident, chef Quinn Weller is finally getting her life back on track. She appears to have it all: a loving family, a dream job in one of L.A.'s hottest eateries, and a gorgeous boyfriend dying to slip an engagement ring on her finger. So why does she feel so empty, like she's looking for a missing piece she can't find?

The answer comes when a lawyer tracks down Quinn and reveals a bombshell secret and a mysterious inheritance that only she can claim. This shocking revelation washes over Quinn like a tidal wave. Her whole life has been a lie.

On impulse, Quinn gives up her job, home, and boyfriend. She heads up the coast to the small hometown of Wildstone, California, which is just a few hours north, but feels worlds apart from Los Angeles. Though she doesn't quite fit in right away, she can't help but be drawn to the town’s simple pleasures…and the handsome, dark-haired stranger who offers friendship with no questions asked.

As Quinn settles into Wildstone, she discovers there's another surprise in store for her. The inheritance isn't a house or money, but rather something earthshattering, something that will make her question everything she thought she knew about herself, about her family. Now with a world of possibilities opening up to Quinn, she must decide if this new life is the one she was always meant to have—and the one that could finally give her the fulfillment she's searched so long for.

Get a sneak peek at Jill Shalvis's Lost and Found Sisters (available June 20, 2017) with an exclusive excerpt of a selected scene.

She wasn’t sure what was happening to her. Maybe the domino effects of Carolyn’s dying had kick-started her emotions again, at least the simple ones like lust and anger and frustration.

But things like sadness and grief and love . . . those she’d shoved so deep she didn’t know how to access them anymore.

Basically, she was an emotional idiot.

She distracted herself from that knowledge with the scenery. Wildstone at night was an experience. There were no streetlights. No billboards, and with the exception of the bar, the sidewalks apparently rolled up at eight o’clock. There was nothing to detract from the inky night shining with the brilliance of so many stars it looked like a velvet blanket scattered with diamonds.

“It’s . . . wow,” she breathed as wind rustled through the trees, crickets doing their song and dance, and she thought maybe she could also hear the distant sound of the tide pounding the shore. When she inhaled deeply, it smelled like one of those woodsy outdoor candles she loved. “Wildstone at night is incredible.”

Mick took her hand in his and let out a low laugh, his head tipped back as well. “Yeah. I guess I forget what it’s like.”

“How?” she asked, awed. “How can you forget?”

He shook his head, making her even more curious.

“How long since you moved away?” she asked.

“I left after I graduated from high school and didn’t come back much until four months ago.”

When his dad had died. She turned and took in his profile. He was good, he didn’t give much away. The tall stance, the broad shoulders capable of holding the weight of mountains . . . he could hide in plain sight. “Do you miss him?”

He let out a low, mirthless laugh and met her gaze. “We didn’t do well together. But I miss him for my mom. She loved that heartless bastard.” He led her toward her room. With the open hallways empty, it felt like they were alone on the planet as they walked, and at her door she turned to him.

Sexy, alpha, quiet-but-most-definitely-not-shy Mick Hennessey. “Thanks,” she said softly.

He nudged a wayward strand of hair from her forehead, curling it behind her ear, his finger brushing the shell of her ear. “Anytime.”

“I didn’t mean for the ride,” she said.

“Again,” he said. “Anytime.”

His voice was deep and rich. Went down as smoothly as her alcohol had. And damn, but she’d enjoyed herself tonight. No way around that. Mick was an unusual man. No hidden agenda. No complications. Easy to be with, so damn easy, and suddenly, standing in the moonlight in front of him, she needed more of all of that, along with a chance to forget, even if only for a little bit.

She’d had no idea how much she’d shut herself off, shut herself down, but a few hours in his company and suddenly she was aching for things she’d long ago forgotten about. Aching to be held, touched . . .

“Quinn.”

His tone held a warning. Like he knew what she was thinking and it was a bad idea. Well, of course it was a bad idea. But she realized that wasn’t going to stop her. Was it? She looked past his broad shoulders to the rising moon. “Today sucked golf balls,” she said. “Until you. You said you wanted to see me feel something.” She looked at him, into his dark eyes. “Well, I’m standing here, feeling plenty.”

His expression was strained. “I’m into that, believe me. But I’m trying like hell to be the good guy here. I need you to go inside and lock the door behind you to keep out of trouble.”

“I thought Wildstone was safe.”

“It is. The trouble isn’t going to come from the unknown. It’s going to come from me. Go, Quinn. Now. And lock your door.”

She stared up at him, mesmerized by the thought of him being trouble, images going through her head of him proving it to her, all of them involving little to no clothing and a bed.

Or not a bed . . .

Watching her face, maybe reading her mind, Mick groaned. Pretty sure he was about to retreat, she fisted her hands in his shirt and tugged. Given the solidness to his build, she knew she couldn’t have budged him unless he wanted to be budged, but he obligingly stepped in close. Now they were chest to chest, toe to toe, the heat of his body instantly enveloping her even as her body shivered in anticipation. She went up on tiptoe and brushed her lips over his, feeling a rush of long-forgotten pleasure as desire went skittering through her. Desire, and a yearning so strong she moaned with it.

So did he. His hands went to her hips, gripping hard as they stared at each other for one breathless beat. Then he lowered his head and kissed her, a slow, melting nuzzle of lips that was at once both perfect and not nearly enough, and she moaned again. Mick murmured something wordless and sexy, and he slid his hands to her jaw to hold her head in place, keeping her steady as he kissed her again, light at first, until she squirmed against him for still more, and then it was an explosion of want and hunger and hard need.

She was pressed between his body and the door and trying to climb him like a tree when he pulled back and pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard.

“You’re going inside,” he said, his voice not so smooth now, but low and rough as sandpaper. “Alone.”

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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, www.jillshalvis.com, for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.

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