This ended in a groan when she took her mouth on a happy cruise down his chest, his flat belly, to the prize between his legs.

"Wait," he gasped. She lifted her head.

"Earlier, when you said you were falling for me-"

"I meant it."

"So this is-"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I love you, Cooper Scott." Her eyes stung with it, but she smiled because nothing had ever felt so right. "Now, pretty please may I ravish you?"

"For as long as you want, Princess. For as long as you want."

ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Jill Shalvis also lives in the Sierras, where she regularly survives huge snow storms while surrounded by quirky characters. But these characters are her family, and she hardly ever really finds dead bodies, so any other similarities to Get A Clue are purely coincidental. Look for her bestselling, award-winning novels wherever romances are sold, and check out her Web site at www.jillshalvis.com.