Sandra Hill - Wild Jinx

JOIN IN ON THE HIGH JINX!

PEARL JINX

A hysterical, fast-moving page turner, and the sexy love story between Caleb and Clair make it an absolute must read.

RoundtableReviews.com

4 Stars! Hills books [are] inventive and heart-tugging. They are guaranteed mood boosters!

Romantic Times BOOKreviews Magazine

Hilarious... The characters are colorful and vibrant, coming alive with every turn of the page... Packed full of humor and adventure, sizzling SEAL sex, and enough romance to touch even the coldest heart... A real pearl.

ARomanceReview.com

[Hill is} the queen of humorous contemporary romance... The laughs keep coming... The audience will appreciate this zany Keystone State caper.

Midwest Book Review

For a hilarious good time, readers cant go wrong with a Sandra Hill book. Pearl Jinx is loaded with charm, smart-alecky dialogue, adventure, and an endearing set of characters... rollicking... Hills signature style shines through.

SuspenseRomanceWriters.com

PINK JINX

Sandra Hill writes stories that tickle the funny bone and touch the heart. Her books are always fresh, romantic, inventive, and hilarious.

Susan Wiggs, New York Times bestselling author

A hoot and a half! Snappy dialogue and outrageous characters keep the tempo lively and the humor infectious in this crazy adventure story. Hill is a master at taking outlandish situations and making them laugh-out-loud funny.

Romantic Times BOOKreviews Magazine

Hill has yet again given us an adventure that is unbelievably funny! I am eagerly looking forward to another treasure hunting book from the incomparable Sandra Hill.

TheBestReviews.com

Loaded with snappy dialogue, heartwarming moments that will pull at the most hardened heartstrings, engaging characters, and incredible sexual tension! It is always a great time to pick up a book by Sandra Hill.

ChicklitRomanceWriters.com

With this comic contemporary romances great plot, witty dialogue, humorous asides, and quirky characters, readers will be impatient for book two.

Booklist

A hilarious story filled with adventure, romance, danger, and mystery.

BookLoons.com

Nobody does romance quite like Hill. She is always creating fresh new characters and imaginative new storylines with a style thats all her own... [An] auspicious beginning to what promises to be another inventive series with memorable characters.

RomRevToday.com

So hilarious that I actually laughed until I had to wipe tears from my eyes... If you need a healthy dose of laughter thatll help you forget your troubles, pick up a copy of Pink Jinx.

NightsandWeekends.com

So absorbing I could hardly put the book down... Treasure hunting has never been more fun... a comical and compelling read by one of todays leading authors of entertaining romance.

CurledUp.com

Romantic comedy at its best... Hill has written a fabulously funny story... an entertaining tale that must be read.

FreshFiction.com

Sandra Hill is the queen of comedic love stories... Fans of lighthearted, jocular, modern-day novels will as always appreciate Ms. Hills wild sea ride.

Midwest Book Review

PRAISE FOR SANDRA HILLS RAGIN CAJUN SERIES

THE RED-HOT CAJUN

Hills thigh-slapping humor and thoughtful look at the endangered Louisiana bayou ecosystem turn this into an engaging read.

Publishers Weekly

A brimming romance for people who like to laugh [and] people who like to cry.

Booklist

THE CAJUN COWBOY

Hill will tickle readers funny bones yet again as she writes in her trademark sexy style. A real crowd-pleaser, guar-an-teed.

Booklist (starred review)

A pure delight. One terrific read!

Romantic Times BOOKreviews Magazine (four stars)

TALL, DARK, AND CAJUN

If you like your romances hot and spicy and your men the same way, then you will like Tall, Dark, and Cajun... Eccentric characters, witty dialogue, humorous situations... and hot romance... [Hill] perfectly captures the bayous mystique and makes it come to life.

RomRevToday.com

Also by Sandra Hill

Tall, Dark, and Cajun

The Cajun Cowboy

The Red-Hot Cajun

Pink Jinx

Pearl Jinx

This book is dedicated with much love to the women in my family... strong women, all of them, in the tradition of my mother, Veronica Cluston.

My sister Flora, my nieces Lori, Amy, and Julie, my granddaughter Jaden, and my two daughters-in-law, Bethany and Kim.

Theyve all had to suffer a bit (well, not Jaden), but always proven they carry the strong women gene. Theyve been able to buck up and face whatever comes their way, including the sometimes clueless, hardheaded men in their lives.

They are like the heroines in my books. Survivors, all of them. And theyve got great senses of humor, the best survival tool of all.

Heres to all women who can laugh at life... and survive.

It was dawn on Bayou Black, and its inhabitants were about to launch their daily musical extravaganza, a performance as beautiful and ancient as time.

The various sounds melded: a dozen different frogs, the splash of a sac--lait or bream rising for a tasty insect, the whisper of a humid breeze among the moss-draped oaks, the flap of an egrets wings as it soared out from a bald cypress branch. Even the silence had a sound. The only one not making any noise was its lone human inhabitant, John LeDeux.

But not for long.

Yoo-hoo!

About five hundred birds took flight at that shrill greeting, not to mention every snake, rabbit, raccoon, or gator within a one-mile radius.

John jackknifed up in bed and quickly pulled the sheet up to the waist of his naked body. He was in the single bedroom of his fishing camp, another name for a cabin on the bayou. He knew exactly who was yoo- hooing him. His ninety-two-year-old great aunt, Louise Rivard, better known as Tante Lulu. Who else in the world says Yoo-hoo?

He should have known better than to buy a place within a hoot n a holler of his aunts little cottage. She took neighborliness to new heights. And hoot n a holler? Mon Dieu! Im turning into Tante Lulu.

By the time the wooden screen door slammed, putting an exclamation mark on her entry, hed already pulled on a pair of running shorts. He yawned widely as he walked into the living room, where his aunt was carrying two shopping bags of what appeared to be food. Not a good sign.

But this was his beloved aunt, the only one whod been there for him and his brothers during some hard times. Hed never say or do anything to hurt her feelings. Whatre you doin here, chre? Its only six-thirty, and I dont have to report for work til ten. John was a detective with the police department in Fontaine, a sister city to Baton Rouge. It was a two-hour drive, and most nights he stayed in an efficiency apartment he rented in Baton Rouge, but some nights, like last night, he just wanted to be home, here in his raised cottage with its stilts half-submerged in the bayou stream he loved. It was located on Bayou Black, far enough away from Houma to still feel private but way too close to Tante Lulu.

You gots bags under yer eyes, Tee-John, his aunt said, totally ignoring his question. Tee-John... Little John... was a nickname that had been given to him as a kid, way before he hit his six-foot-two.

She went into his small kitchen and was unloading her goodies. French bread, boudin sausage, eggs, beignets, red and green tomatoes, garlic, okra, butter, Tabasco sauce, and the holy trinity of southern cooking: celery, onions, and bell peppers. That was just from one bag. His small fridge would never hold all this crap.