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September 9, 2012
Lowered the prices on some of my self pubbed ebooks…
Promo pricing available at
Good through 9/25
September 8, 2012
It’s talk, talk, talk today…
So… Today’s saturday snippet is talk, talk, talk.
Well, they didn’t say how much…
“Open, damn it,” he growled against my mouth. “Open your mouth.”
But he didn’t even wait for that. His hand cupped my face, squeezing lightly as he licked the seam of my lips and then pushed inside, taking the very thing he’d been demanding.
Where in the hell had Prince Charming gone?
From BLIND DESTINY, the next Grimm book. Due out next month, but I don’t think the preorder is ready yet.
other people doing the talk, talk, talk thing…
Rhian Cahill
Shelli Stevens
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
TJ Michaels
Leah Braemel
September 7, 2012
Fun stuff Friday
A hodge-podge…
Eloisa James… (yes, THE Eloisa James) liked FRAGILE! Check out her BN column:
The emotional toll of being a soldier — whose job is both to protect and to kill — takes center stage in this complicated, thoughtful, and ultimately heroic novel.
Want to read a Grimm short story? ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD was initially published in THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF HOT ROMANCE but I’m making it available for free. It will eventually be up on Amazon, Nook, etc, (that takes a little longer to get distributed since it’s a freebie-blame Amazon, BN, etc…I have no control over this. It’s been uploaded, but it takes them longer to put the free titles out.) However, you can read it now at the following sites.
Goodreads (click to go to book’s page)
Goodreads epub download link-download MIGHT start immediately-you’ve been warned)
And if this works… it will embed it immediately.
September 4, 2012
Blind Destiny…
Prologue…(due out next month, I think)
The woman stood alone in a courtyard of blood.
The bodies that surrounded her looked more like meat than anything else.
The man watching her from the shadows had lived through enough slaughters to recognize the one before him now.
These people had been alive not that long ago. If he had only arrived sooner, he could have helped. It made no sense. Why was he here now?
Perhaps whoever had killed them would come back for the lone survivor.
She stood there, drenched in blood, her head bowed.
Frowning, he eased closer, uncaring of the blood and gore. Some would fear it would stain the pristine white garments he wore, but the clothes never stained. Never showed signs of wear or weather. The wonder of that no longer puzzled him, nor did he consider it a wonder. Just another observation in his long, wretched existence.
He stepped in a puddle of blood and not even a drop trailed behind him as he continued forward, his steps soundless on the earth.
He no longer completely moved in this world.
A fact he had yet to fully accept. A fact he’d never completely understand.
Who are you? He eyed her closely, almost willing her to lift her head, to take notice of him.
Who are you…who am I? Why am I here?
And that, if he were honest, was the question that bothered him the most.
Oh, he had a vague idea. He was here because something had led him here, to this isolated home, perched on a lovely mountainside. From a distance, it had been rather imposing, a sign of wealth and power.
Death and hell had waited within. Not too long ago, he never would have been able to sense the evils that had taken place inside here.
But not that long ago, he had been a dead man himself.
Not that long ago, he never would have seen what was about to happen.
It was a knowledge he hated, the way he saw it unfolding in his mind. As though he had split into two people, the part of him that still clung to his mortal coil was terrified and desperate to flee from this hell place. The other part watched was what to come—the way the woman went to her knees, her fingers sliding through the thick, red mess that was blood and earth.
Then both sides of his brain reconnected.
His mind did not understand what she held at first.
But then he saw the glint of the blade, and he knew.
He went to move—
No.
He could even hear the scream forming in his mind.
That was not the answer. No other knew that better than he.
But he could not move.
He physically could not move.
She has to take this step.
He shook his head, denying the voice that whispered to him from within.
Yes. Because once she does, once she is almost past hope, you can reach her. Then, you will offer her the choice.
As she plunged the blade into her chest, finally, he could scream. Their screams mingled as one and as the inexplicable bonds controlling him loosened, he rushed to her side.
He slid an arm beneath her and even as he touched her, he felt it. The buzz of something…more. He did not know how to describe what it was, but he knew it was powerful.
And as her gaze held his, he saw everything…
Everything she was, everything she had ever done.
And she looked into his eyes and saw everything he was. Everything he had ever done.
“No…”
They whispered it as one.
Today’s post is over at my J.C. Blog…
I really need to figure out a way to combine the two blogs. One site. Two blogs. O.O
Anyway…
It’s over there.
Right there…
September 3, 2012
Happy Labor Day
Has nothing to do with Labor Day, really…except, well, I labored when I took it. Was running on Second Street Bridge.
And now I’m not? Does that count?
Anyway, have a safe and happy one! So long summer…
September 1, 2012
Saturday Snippets…Fireworks!
This is kind of a slow, subtle buildup to the big fireworks…but you’ll have to read the book for the big kaboom. Out 10.30.2012…from STOLEN
It was obscene, she thought, that she should have that final memory now.
Obscene. And wrong. She wanted to scream at the unfairness of it, but even as the tears tried to fight free, the anger burned inside her. She could rage at the unfairness all she wanted, but this monster was the obscene one. The wrong one.
You saved yourself…you’re stronger than you think.
By God, Shay thought, it’s about time I showed it.
“I don’t know,” she said, and the steadiness of her voice surprised her. “I’m looking at a dragon right now that looks pretty fucking awful.”
Don’t forget, there’s a really big contest going on…you can win a signed galley of STOLEN, and it’s super easy.
Other places to see fireworks…
Rhian Cahill
Shelli Stevens
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
TJ Michaels
August 31, 2012
Fun stuff Fridays
A random thing I may or may not start doing regularly.
Going to attempt to do it though…
Here is a fun thing.
Sylvia Day sent me a link to this…I thought it was kinda fun…
Apparently the New York Post thinks HOT IN HANDCUFFS is a good read….
Fifty Shades of Kinky Fiction…I don’t think I’m fifty shades of anything, other than weird, but hey. Still…it’s the New York Post. 
August 30, 2012
Winner of the Swag contest *G*
Drumroll please….
The winner of my swag contest for the Ellora’s Cave bag and goodies (combined swag from RT, Lori Foster’s and AADNOLA) is…..
Diane who said:
I would LOVE to attend any. With work and life it’s hard so I live out my fantasies through these books and maybe someday I will get to meet these fantastic phenomenal writers!!!! Love Elloras Cave!!
Congrats Diane!! If you’re in the US please send me your snail mail addy and if you’re international, please send me your email address 
. My email is grimmhunter.shilohwalker@gmail.com.
August 29, 2012
Yeah… I’d totally use something like this in a book
An underground sex club was found while they were getting ready to demolish some buildings in Louisville-it’s an area called Whiskey Row.
So it’s been sitting abandoned for years. Stuff is decaying. Nobody has been there for ages.
And the writer in me thinks…
Why did the members stop going?
What else will they find?
Automatically, I’m already thinking…well, if I was writing an RS…wait. No. I’m not telling you. Because I’ve already got ideas.
Image from Whas 11.
