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Shiloh Walker's Blog, page 112
May 12, 2012
Shame, Shame, Shame…
Talking about shame, shame, shame…
“We already talked this through. You needed it. I gave it to you. End of.”
Tania smiled, shaking her head. She flipped the bacon out of the pan and reached for the eggs. A nice, cholesterol-heavy, fattening breakfast. “Yes. I did need it—I need to control something, something that you didn’t necessarily even want—and maybe I even needed it that way. I know that wasn’t fair. But I did need it. Maybe it will help if I tell you that it did help.”
Behind her, he was quiet. He wouldn’t ask, she suspected. So she continued. “It helped me. I woke up this morning feeling like I’d broken through some last link of chain or something. I’m sorry it took hurting you, though.”
“You didn’t—”
“Stop it.” She cracked the eggs into the skillet, watched as they sizzled. “Don’t tell me it didn’t hurt you, that you’re not angry. I know you, Drake, I know how much you keep trapped inside. And I am sorry I hurt you.”
More silence.
She finished the eggs, slid them onto a plate for each of them, added the bacon.
Then she turned to him. He sat there, still wearing that unreadable expression, his blue eyes blank. So much distance between them, so much. She forced a smile. “And you want me to believe you’re not angry,” she murmured, setting the plates down and settling onto a stool.
Drake closed his eyes. His hand came down, covered hers. “I’m not. Tawny, I’m not angry. I just…”
Something about his expression warned her. Even before he said it. Even before he didn’t say it. Because he didn’t say what she knew he wanted to—he didn’t say the words she could see all but trapped inside him. He gave her a tight, tired smile. “I’m not angry,” he said again. “I’m always here for when you need me. For…hell. Whatever you need. I’ll give it to you.”
Then he pushed back and stood up.
Tears burned her throat. She listened to his quiet footfalls. She should just let him go, she thought—she’d taken too much, she realized. She needed to let him go, maybe do what Gail had done and just leave. Move on. Let him do the same.
But she couldn’t, because she needed him. She loved him.
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Delilah Devlin
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TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane
May 10, 2012
Want a copy?
I’m going to give away 100 PDFs of BOUND TEMPTATIONS.
Yep.
I need to spread the word about the print book, so I’m giving away 100 PDFs. Reviews aren’t necessary, but they would be appreciated. The only catch is that you have to be over 18, leave your email in the rafflecopter thingy (I’ve never used it so this is an experiment, but I think they are kept private), and of course…well, enter. Details in the widget. DO NOT spread to sweepstakes site. It’s on rafflecopter, but other that, that’s it. As always, I reserve the right to end the contest if this happens.
The prize is the PDF, and no print copy will be substituted if you don’t read ebooks. Sorry…
mini excerpt…
“Okay.” He smirked a little and leaned forward, setting the bottle on the table. “Although I don’t know what you could ask that would surprise me that much, Tania.”
“Five years ago.”
Okay—maybe I was wrong. She can surprise me.
Drake grabbed the bottle. “I think I need the beer,” he muttered.
She smiled. “Five years ago,” she said again. “You know what I like.”
He shifted his gaze to her, all too aware of just how little distance separated them, all too aware of that short, flippy skirt, of the sweet scent of her skin…and just how acutely he remembered things from five years ago.
You…on your knees.
You…restrained and begging.
You…looking at me with that challenge in your eyes, all but daring me to watch while Kyle fucked you, while you pretended to fight—
“Do you remember?” she asked, her voice low and quiet.
“Yes.” How could he forget that?
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Please note these are two hot romances, and BEG ME is very erotic and deals with some heavy subject matter, namely rape fantasies, etc, so that may not be your cuppa.
May 9, 2012
HULK SMASH
err… What I meant to say is this.
I saw the Avengers. And it is of much awesome.
I might even go see it again. I loved the whole damn movie, but there were a few parts…I won’t do spoilers, but many of the fave parts involved Thor. Or the Hulk.
And there’s this one scene…the line involved the words… Puny god.
May 8, 2012
Random…covers, print stuffs… and I won!!!
Whhhheeeee!!!!!
If You Hear Her won Best Romantic Suspense in the Colorado Romance Writer’s Award of Excellence.
I haz shiny new cover… this is for Playing for Keeps/A Forever Kind of Love…they’ll be out in print together next summer.
And Beg Me/Tempt Me are now available in print…
May 7, 2012
Dear people who keep hunting for “free download of the HUNTERS”
**UTA: this post is in no way directed at those who’ve helped support my books by… ya know… obtaining them legally. Libraries, buying them, trading thru used bookstores, all of that is actually legit and legally and it didn’t add to the death of the series. Pirates, though? Please… read on.
Gee… did you land on this page because you were looking for FREE DOWNLOADS OF THE HUNTER BOOKS?
Did you know the series was cancelled? Want to know why?
LOW SALES.
Those FREE downloads you keep looking for? They weren’t free. They cost me a series, they cost me money…and they also cost you future books.
No love,
Shiloh
courtesy of Mandy M Roth
May 6, 2012
Watch this space
Updated to add… never mind. This news finally happened on Friday and I forgot to delete this post. The news was the deal with St Martins, my new romantic suspense publisher… for details, follow this link
Some of that big news I’ve hinting about is happening. I don’t have hard and fast details yet. But it’s coming.
So…
May 5, 2012
Saturday Snippets…
It’s raining men… heroes and side characters…in my case, it’s Zach and his brothers. 
“You know, if Zach ever decides to come back, my agent is there to help him…and I know you’re done with it. How are you going to feel if he does it?”
Instead of pointing out that Zach had said a hundred times that he didn’t want to go back, she reached for the knife and started slicing up the bread. “Zach’s life is his own, Seb. I can’t control it.” She shot him a look and then went back to the chore in front of her, hoping he’d take the point. See… look at me, I’m busy,busy.
He laughed a little. “Yeah, that’s what you think.”
The undercurrent in his voice got to her, rubbed her so very, very wrong. Carefully, she put the knife down. Because she didn’t want to get pissed off here, because she didn’t want to get pissed off at Sebastian, she took a minute to reach for her wine. It was more to give herself a minute to think through anything she might say, to puzzle through just what that might mean. But she had no stunning revelations in the thirty seconds it took to drink the yummy Ratafia that Zach always managed to keep on hand for her. It came from a winery in Albuquerque and she was tempted to toss the entire glass back and then pour another.
But she doubted it would do a damn thing to lessen her irritation.
So instead, she lowered the glass back down and lifted her gaze to study Sebastian. “Okay. So you think I can control Zach’s life. Exactly how do I do that?”
“You got him to move away from L.A.” Sebastian’s eyes narrowed on her face and although his voice never once raised, she heard the resentment there.
And it was strong. Damn it, where in the hell had that come from?
“I got him to move?” she asked, pushing away from the counter. “Exactly how did I do that? We’ve been seeing exactly for exactly two weeks. He moved to Tucson years ago.”
The door opened, but neither of them paid it much attention.
“He’s spent more than half of his life doing exactly what you wanted him to do, Abby,” Sebastian said, his voice icy, full of disgust. “Are you ever going to–”
“Sebastian.”
He cut a look over his shoulder at Zane. “Back off,” he snapped. “This is between me and Abby.”
“There shouldn’t be a damn thing between you and Abby,” Zane said.
Abigale glanced over at him and the look on his face was one of apology, but she ignored it, looking back at Sebastian. “Am I ever going to what?” she demanded.
“Sebastian, if you don’t shut the fuck up,” Zane warned. “I’m going to—”
Whipping her head around, Abigale glared at Zane. He’d been liked the big brother she never had, teasing her, protecting her, needling her. And right now, he was pissing her off. “Zane, you either shut the fuck up, or I’m going to punch you,” she said.
She was vaguely aware the door had opened again, vaguely aware that more people had trickled into the kitchen, but she didn’t give a damn. Sebastian was still glaring at her, although when he shot the people around them a look, a muscle pulsed in his jaw.
“We’ll discuss it some other time,” he said quietly.
“Oh, the hell we will.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at him. “I want to know just in the hell I’m controlling Zach. I want to know how I’m stopping him from chasing after a life back in California…even though he sure as hell doesn’t want it.”
“How in the fuck would you know?” Sebastian snapped. He shoved a hand through his hand and advanced on her, bending down to snarl in her face. “You don’t know shit about what he wants, because the one thing he does want? You’ve never even—”
His eyes shot over her shoulder and Abigale watched as he slowly straightened. His jaw clenched and that pretty face of his went hard as stone. “Zach.”
A hand came up and curled over Abigale’s shoulder. Abruptly, the rush of anger cleared from her head and she felt a little sick as she looked around. Almost the entire family had gathered in there. Not just Lana and her husband, Ron. Not just Zach’s brothers and their dates. But cousins, the kids. Friends. Nearly thirty people had managed to squeeze their way inside the brightly light kitchen and they were now watching the entire thing.
Pressing a hand to her belly, she blew out a breath and then shifted her attention over to Lana and the twins. The hell if she apologized to Sebastian, the jack-ass. But Lana, the twins…it was their day. “Lana, guys, I am so sorry,” she whispered.
Lana’s eyes snapped and burned, but she smiled at her. “Abby, I don’t think you’re the one who needs to apologize.”
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as he slid his mother a look.
Then he looked back at Abigale and like he was chewing off ragged bits of rusty metal, he bit out, “Sorry.”
Without looking at anybody else, he turned to go.
Zach, until that moment, hadn’t said a word. But then, after a gentle squeeze on her shoulder, he eased around her. “Sebastian, kid…you and me need to have a word.”
Abigale groaned. She knew that tone.
Passing a hand over her face, she said, “Zach, just let it go.”
But it was like he didn’t even hear her, and before she could try to go after him, Zane barred her way. “Leave the two of them alone,” he advised.
“They don’t need to be fighting at their brothers’ party,” she said.
A grin split his face. Thick brown hair tumbled into his eyes as he caught her in a hug and pulled her close. “Oh, now come on, Abby. Since when have we ever managed to have a single party or even a cookout without one of us getting mad about something?”
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Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Jody Wallace
Mandy M Roth
Lissa Matthews
Leah Braemel
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shelli Stevens
Zoë Archer
TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane
May 4, 2012
My News… THIS is the news…
Remember how I said there was news that I wanted to share and I couldn’t?
It was because we had details and stuffs we needed to hammer out.
Okay. That’s done.
NEWS.
My next romantic suspense series, a three book trilogy, as well as three novellas, will be published with St. Martins. I just got off the phone with my new editor and my agent. My new editor, Monique and I had a long, long talk at RT and I’d hoped things would turn out and the past few weeks I’ve lived on pins and needles… and yes. Done deal.
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**BTW, no idea on release dates, etc. The books…they must be written first. O.o
The Friday 56
Quick and easy… that’s the order of today. From the UF thing, book 3 which is in progress and yes, the fate of these books is still yet to be determined. Things are…ah, complicated with my publishing schedule for reasons that I can’t go into detail about, but…hey, I’m writing it.
Here ya go…
“That’s some serious ink on you now. I like the snake. Looks mean.”
My voice shook a little as I reached for some level of calm. “It tried to eat me once.”
“Did it now?” Goliath resumed his watchful stare, looking out over the streets like the asphalt itself might attack. Nothing slid by his notice. Not even my skinny, scared ass.
“Yeah. I chopped off its head. Figured it was fair.” Up until a few months ago, I’d still have nightmares about the snake. Whoever would have thought I’d miss those?
He nodded and said, “Sounds fair to me. I would have barbecued and had it for lunch.” He was quiet for a moment and then said, “I heard screaming come from Paulie’s today. Bad screaming if I can hear it outside her spells. You sure you have to keep doing this?”
About the Friday 56
Grab the book nearest you. Right now
Turn to page 56.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
May 3, 2012
If You Hear Her… Booksellers Best Finalist
So yesterday I got a call. About IF YOU HEAR HER.
It’s up for the booksellers best award
This makes three awards…well, four. It was a Reviewers Choice Award Finalist, too.
It’s been nominated for
RT Reviewers Choice Award Finalist
Booksellers Best
National Reader’s Choice
Award of Excellence
Wow…I’m kinda…agog. Yeah. That about sums it up. I’m agog.
