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September 28, 2011
Writer Wednesdays… Sarah Makela
Today's Writer Wednesday is Sarah Makela
What's the one thing that remains unchanged during your writing process, from one book to another? (ie: Intensive plotting? Music?)
A: The one thing that remains unchanged during my writing process is the way I keep track of my progress and daily word count goals. I love my Excel spreadsheet. It keeps me aware of my deadline, so I know if I should change my pace if I get ahead or too far behind of where I should be.
What's the one piece of advice you'd give a new writer?
A: Don't give up! If you want it fiercely enough, you'll achieve it.
What's the one piece of advice you wish was wiped from the minds of writers everywhere?
A: I'd totally wipe away "Write What You Know." If I followed that and wrote solely what I know, my books would be so boring. I've never shot a handgun. I've never met a weretiger or a technomage. I've never been a private investigator. That's the beauty of research and the creative mind.
What's the one book you think everybody, writer or not, should read?
A: I'd say for everybody to read a book that happily whisks them away from everyday life. I started reading when I was younger, and it's helped me through some really challenging times.
Want to do the Writer Wednesday? Check it out here...
September 27, 2011
Bloggers…want a free copy of Hunters Declan & Tori?
Hey bloggers...Want to get a free copy of Hunters: Declan and Tori? If you help me spread the word about the reissue, you might be able to...
This fall, the rights on the Hunters books started reverting back to me. I plan on reissuing them all, with great covers, at lower prices. The first one, Hunters Declan and Tori is at $2.99 and it's out now.
Reissues, especially self-released ones, don't exactly get the promo push that new releases do, and of course, word of mouth is everything.
So, if you help me get the word out, I'll give away some down loads of Hunters: Declan and Tori
All you have to do to enter is post the info between the ______________ and then leave me the link here. I'll draw 5 bloggers to get a copy. No review necessary, although if you want to review it, hey, you're more than welcome to.
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Reissued at a new, lower price...available at ARe Nook & Kindle
Book 1
Tori McAdams was a sensible woman. She didn't believe in hocus-pocus, she didn't believe in ghosts, and she definitely didn't believe in vampires…not until the night she was attacked by one. Alone, starving and afraid, she doesn't know what's happening but at least she had somebody to turn to…
Declan Reilly was normally the last person she'd go to for help, but now he was the first on her list. He can help; she knows he can. She never could have planned on what happens next, though…the sexy detective is so much more than he appears.
Warning: This book contains violence, sex, more violence, a maniacal murderer, sex, more violence, and a menage or two thrown in for good measure. There are also sighs, happy endings, a romance, a hero, a heroine, and a little bit of falling in love.
**Please note this work has been previously published. While it's been edited, no new material has been added.
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The excerpt link goes to http://www.shilohwalker.com/website/?page_id=39
You can use this to grab the cover ...
September 26, 2011
Grimm Giveaway Winners…
First...the daily winners:
Anne Hope's Winner...
WINNER: Bookpushers
Suzanne McLeod's winner
WINNER: Viki S
Bonnie Dee & Marie Treaner
WINNER: Gigi Staub
Bettie Sharpe
WINNER: Jen B
Nadia Lee
WINNER: Harlem Huntress
Allison Pang
WINNER: Viki S
Thea Harrison
WINNER: Dara Young
And the winner of my prize...
Yelena Casale
Okay, guys... here is where it gets complicated.... I need you to email my admin, Nicole... not me. I'm getting ready to go out of town and when my inbox explodes, I lose things.
So email Nicole at grimmhunter.shilohwalkerATgmail.com with your name, the author who had your prize... ie: Yelena, Winner of Shiloh's Prize in the subject line.
In the email, please include your mailing address if you won:
Thea's prize
Allison's prize
Suzanne's prize
Shiloh's prize
In the email, please include the format of your choice (PDF, PRC, etc) if you won:
Bettie's prize
Nadia's prize
Bonnie & Marie's prize
Anne's prize
Thanks to everybody who entered and thanks to all of my authors who donated prizes and excerpts, guest blogs, etc!
Remember, all comments left during the daily Grimm Giveaway are entered for the big giveaway...info here. Make sure you've read my disclaimer-all winners will be posted to my blog and that's your notification. If you don't check back...you don't know if you've won. More info on the Grimm giveaway link.
Dying is hard enough... coming back to life is brutal.
read more...
September 25, 2011
He's coming…
They kept whispering that...
We were there at Actor's Theatre of Louisville for Dracula last night. It was awesome. There was a new Dracula, I believe, and a new Renfield. Both were great. I really got a kick out of the ending this year...
Image from Actor's Theatre website
September 24, 2011
Hunters Declan and Tori…now at Nook & Kindle as well!
ARe | Smashwords | Nook | Kindle
revised...available in ebook only
Tori McAdams was a sensible woman. She didn't believe in hocus-pocus, she didn't believe in ghosts, and she definitely didn't believe in vampires…not until the night she was attacked by one. Alone, starving and afraid, she doesn't know what's happening but at least she had somebody to turn to…
Declan Reilly was normally the last person she'd go to for help, but now he was the first on her list. He can help; she knows he can. She never could have planned on what happens next, though…the sexy detective is so much more than he appears.
Warning: This book contains violence, sex, more violence, a maniacal murderer, sex, more violence, and a menage or two thrown in for good measure. There are also sighs, happy endings, a romance, a hero, a heroine, and a little bit of falling in love.
**Please note this work has been previously published. While it's been edited, no new material has been added.
By the way...before anybody asks...if you saw the cover a few days ago, yes, it's a little different. Don't ask. O.o
September 23, 2011
Helping Harry…
A friend told me about this extraordinary kid and asked me if I'd be willing to write a short article to put in a collection of essays to help raise money for his charity, Help Harry Help Others. An 11 yr old kid who an inoperable brain tumor who wants to help others. Yes. I can do that.
All proceeds from this essay collection will be going to Harry's Charity. There are some excerpts and such, but the essays are from writers...about...writing 
Again, all proceeds are going to the charity. It would be great if you could grab a copy and help spread the word about this amazing kid.
And if you're so inclined...you can buy it at Smashwords now. It will be at Kindle & Nook once they get it uploaded.
http://www.helpothershelpharry.org/ (for people to donate to Harry directly, set up by his supporters)
http://www.helpharryhelpothers.com/ (Harry's site, buy bracelets and/or donate to CRUK)
http://authorshelpingharry.blogspot.com/ (the blog for the project)
https://www.facebook.com/Authors4Harry (the FB page)
The Friday 56…The Departed
It's the closest...cuz I'm editing.
"He . . ." Tiffany looked away. She chewed on her lip, her eyes
closed. Then quietly she whispered, "Everybody loved Tristan.
He was a good guy, you know? People . . . they listened to him.
Even me."
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.
September 22, 2011
Hunters: Declan and Tori
2011...revised & reissued
Looking for it in print? See this post.
will update once Kindle and Nook have it added
revised...to release shortly
Book 1
Tori McAdams was a sensible woman. She didn't believe in hocus-pocus, she didn't believe in ghosts, and she definitely didn't believe in vampires…not until the night she was attacked by one. Alone, starving and afraid, she doesn't know what's happening but at least she had somebody to turn to…
Declan Reilly was normally the last person she'd go to for help, but now he was the first on her list. He can help; she knows he can. She never could have planned on what happens next, though…the sexy detective is so much more than he appears.
Warning: This book contains violence, sex, more violence, a maniacal murderer, sex, more violence, and a menage or two thrown in for good measure.
**Please note this work has been previously published. While it's been edited, no new material has been added.
Hunters: Declan and Tori
Tori McAdams was a sensible woman. She didn't believe in hocus-pocus, she didn't believe that crossing a black cat's path was bad luck. She had broken more mirrors than she cared to count and couldn't remember ever wishing on a star.
And she didn't believe in vampires.
But the petite little blonde in front of her obviously did. Her eyes were wide and frightened, and from time to time, got that oddly unfocused look of true fear. As a private investigator, Tori had learned to smell bullshit a mile away. And this girl truly believed somebody was stalking her, trying to turn her into a vampire.
Some sick fuck had done a real number on her. No telling what the back-story was, because the girl was getting more incoherent by the second. Jeez, what was she—all of nineteen?
Twenty-eight-year-old Tori suddenly felt very old.
And it wasn't getting any better as she sat up and took a closer look at the mark on the girl's neck—revealed as her head fell forward—her pixie-like hair falling away from the ragged gash.
Gash? Or teeth marks? Shit, now she was losing her mind.
But they really did look like teeth marks.
Tori knew she couldn't turn this poor kid out onto the streets—and young Dani Mitchell was too scared to go home. "He can get me there," she whispered, over and over again, when Tori had offered to take her.
So, reluctantly, knowing she had no other choice, she made up the little sofa bed in the small room beyond her office. God knew she had spent enough nights here after a late night stake out.
And she doubted the little thing in front of her was a danger. Dani looked about as dangerous as a wet kitten. It took a lot of soothing and hand holding before the girl would stretch out on the bed, but finally she fell asleep.
Tori collapsed into her chair with a sigh and rubbed her eyes with her fingertips. She yearned for a tall, cold margarita, her bed, and some aspirin.
Instead she sat up, reached for the phone, and started making calls.
The last one on her list should have been her first.
But Declan Reilly was somebody she tried to avoid whenever possible.
He made her itchy.
In the worst possible way. Hearing his voice was enough to harden her nipples, dampen her panties and have her verging on the edge of orgasm. He was sex incarnate—sexy as a god, smart as a whip, and just the tiniest bit arrogant. He had wide shoulders, rounded with muscle, a powerful chest that tapered down to a flat, carved belly and narrow hips, strong legs that he covered with denim which encased them so well, showing him to perfection—especially that ass…Tori shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate.
But when Declan was in her thoughts, it was difficult.
A sexy Irish accent remained from the years he had spent growing up in Dublin, and looking into his misty green eyes was almost enough to make Tori believe in leprechauns and faeries.
Almost, but not quite.
He had gone out of his way to make it clear that he found her very appealing. He flirted, he teased, he asked, he seduced. It didn't take much though; Declan was a seduction—with thick, wavy, blond hair that grew a little too long over his collar, seductive green eyes, a clever mouth, hands with wide palms, and long narrow fingers.
But Tori refused to give in.
She was tempted. Thinking of his hands, his mouth, the way he smelled, damnation, was she tempted.
But there was a flaw.
Only one that she could think of, but it was a doozy.
He was a cop.
No way, no how was she getting involved with a cop. No matter how mouth watering he was.
He wasn't home. Tori blew out a breath as his lyrical voice floated over the line from his answering machine. She left a simple message, "Call me."
He was one of the few cops she could count on to get a fair shake. If her man had any similar crimes out there, she would know. She'd also find out if Miss Dani Mitchell was a fake.
And she'd get teased and tormented until she had to relieve her frustrations with her showerhead before she went to bed.
A girl had to do what a girl had to do.
She called the office, hoping maybe he had been called in or delayed. But his cheerful partner, Cy Grady, informed her that Declan was out of town for a few days. She politely refused his offer of help and whirled in her chair to study the sleeping girl lying just beyond the doorway.
With a sigh, she rose and slid her holster back on.
Might as well see if he was haunting the strip joint where Dani worked.
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Agreeing to help Dani Mitchell was a choice that Tori was certain she'd live to regret. Oh, the girl was the real deal. Her manager, well, ex-manager, had fired her a few nights earlier when she wigged out in the middle of a lap dance, screaming that the patron had bitten her, his eyes glowed, and he was a monster.
And since said patron had paid very well for that lap dance, the manager, being the gentlemen he was, had been pissed that Dani had gone stark raving mad in front of other customers.
And now, story confirmed, Tori was cornered in an alley by a man who moved faster than greased lightning.
"Where is my little dancer, won't you tell me?" he purred, crossing the alley like some giant slinking cat, his pale blue eyes seeming to pin her in place.
A cat? she wondered fuzzily.
Not a cat. A snake, a cobra—the kind that could freeze their prey with dread and devour them on the spot, fear holding them prisoner.
And Tori was afraid.
Deeply, mortally afraid. Some thick fog seemed to cloud her brain, the way it did when you were put under at the dentist's office. But laughing gas never made you feel so frightened or so scared.
Tori didn't get scared easily, but she was now—for no obvious reason.
She reached up, pressed her fingers to her temples, shaking her head. The slight fog faded, and with it, the fear. All that remained was the slightly edgy feeling caused by nerves.
"I'm not sure what you mean," she lied easily, shifting her body so that she could draw her gun without it being quite so obvious.
"My little dancer," he repeated. "I know you've seen her. I can smell her on you. I want her back." He spoke slowly, politely, with just the wisp of an accent in his voice…Spanish?
Smell her? "Can't help you," she said flatly. And even though the description she had gotten out of Dani had been basically worthless, she knew she was talking to the man who had been scaring her. "I really don't know any dancers."
"Do not lie to me," he whispered. It sounded like snakes. Like a snake hissing, like snakes slithering against other snakes.
"Not lying." She didn't really know Dani. Just because she was trying to help her out didn't mean she knew her.
He moved—from fifteen feet away to less than five—so quickly, in a blink. Her head was going foggy again. Fortunately, her reflexes weren't. She stepped back—one step, two—while lifting her gun and pointing it straight at the man's nose.
"Don't come any closer," she warned.
"Do you really think that silly gun can hurt me? Didn't she warn you? Tell you what I am?"
"A bullet that will rip your head from your shoulders will hurt you, I promise."
"Rip my head from my shoulders?" he repeated, sounding amused.
His voice sounded like honey now, sweet, addictive. He moved another gliding step closer, and she wanted it. Wanted him to touch her, to taste her. Wanted to hear his voice.
"Yes," he purred.
The honey was poisoned. She heard it and she narrowed her eyes. Concentrated. Focused.
The man's eyes narrowed and he cocked his head, studying her—puzzled.
"Get away from me," she said softly. "Now."
"No." He said it just as softly, an evil smile curling his mouth. "I think I've changed my mind. I don't want that silly little dancer now. I want you."
A sick ball of fear curled in her belly but she only arched an eyebrow. "Sorry. Charming as the offer is, I'll have to pass." Her arm was starting to shake. She couldn't keep that gun aimed at his angelic looking face much longer.
"It'll be fun," he promised, as if she hadn't spoken. "You will be a fun toy, not just an appetizing snack. I bet you're a good fuck, as well. I bet you've got a tight, wet little pussy. I'm going to enjoy finding out."
Color heated her cheeks and she fell back another step.
He laughed and lunged.
The bullet tore through his nasal bones, through his brain and out the back of his skull. He fell backward.
And lay on the ground, still breathing, still bleeding. Still living—and cursing her.
Tori ran.
FYI... these books are older. They aren't as smoothly written as the stuff I write now. And they are hotter. Much, much hotter. Please don't email me and complain about the hot-they come with warnings for a reason.
September 21, 2011
Excerpt from Locked in Silence
just a bit of a note...Silence is mute. He communicates through sign, or in Vanya's case...(the heroine) through pyschic communication.
Grimm's Circle, Book 5
Vanya has been hunting and killing demons ever since one of them scarred her face and killed her sister. Correction—since she was forced to kill the demon possessing her sister.
Then some sort of angel offers her a deal she can't refuse—that if she becomes one of them, she gets to kill even more demons. Tonight, she's made that choice. The death she smells on the air will be her own—and she welcomes it.
Silence feels a darkness is looming. Change—something he has every reason not to welcome. The deeply hidden memories that robbed him of his past, of his own name, render him unfit to teach anyone the ways of the Grimm. Yet here he is in the dankest sex club in town, waiting to assume his charge—after he stands by and watches her die.
When Vanya awakes, their complicated, dangerous dance begins. And so does something else—a searing need that blisters along their unexpected mental connection. Silence shouldn't be drawn to his student, but once they touch, he can't think of a reason to stop. Even though acting out their darkest desires puts them in more danger than they realize.
I'm such a tramp. A hopeless, lovesick tramp.
Almost an hour had passed. She was back on a barstool. Alone.
Not for long, though.
Morosely, Vanya watched as Silence walked across the bar's dance floor.
Here she was in the middle of a sex club, her body still buzzing from the arousal from earlier. In the back of her mind, she was aware of a discordant cadence—succubae, incubae…demons. They'd have to deal with them tonight—after all, that was why they were here, to see how she could handle one on her own now that she was one of the Grimm.
But all she could think was, Damn, he looks hot, and if those bitches don't quit staring at him, I'm going to hurt them.
Some of those bitches were demons.
But most of them were human, and hell, she couldn't blame them for staring at Silence.
He was damn well worth staring at. He was so damned beautiful—angelically beautiful, even. She smirked as she thought it. Then she thought about what he'd said, what he'd offered.
That dark, disturbing fantasy.
Her belly turned into a hot, nervous tangle and she needed a drink even thinking about it.
"The job," she told herself. "Think about the damn job."
It wasn't like that wasn't enough to keep her mind occupied right now.
She was getting ready to actually engage with the enemy.
She'd been moved from the basic part of training to the actual fighting-with-demons part.
He hadn't given it a fancy name—just told her a week ago she'd be engaging with demons soon.
After two months of being pummeled by him during the nights and spending the dawn hours under him and a few hours of the day wrapped around him, she was moving from punching bag to demon fodder.
Yay.
Of course, he hadn't told her she was going to be demon fodder.
She just felt that way.
There were more demons here than she was used to dealing with. She could feel them. Feel them in a way she hadn't felt them before. She'd all but started shaking when he'd led her in here, and only his hand on her back had kept her from bolting.
His hand…and the low, soothing rumble of his voice in her mind. You'll be fine. This is nothing you haven't done before, remember that. You've fought succubae and incubae—when you were human, and you did fine. You are ready for this. I wouldn't bring you here if you weren't ready, and I'll never be too far from your side, I promise.
He'd kept that promise too.
Save for when he left to get her a drink, he'd hardly left her side at all.
They'd danced, they'd necked in the corner, they'd watched the couple act out a rape fantasy, and then he'd used his very talented hands to give her several delightful orgasms.
And now…
He was coming back to her with a glint in his eye and a man in tow.
Except the man behind him wasn't a man.
It was an incubae, and Vanya knew she'd dealt with his kind before—there was no reason to be so scared—none. She'd killed these things before, on her own, and she wasn't alone now.
But something felt…different. Off.
Hell. Maybe it was just her.
She'd been on edge ever since she'd stepped into the club, and it wasn't just because she'd watched the hottest damn sexual act ever, and it wasn't just from what Silence had offered.
Nerves, she told herself. Just nerves and she needed to get over it.
Now. Because the incubae was only five feet away and he was staring at her like she was a piece of candy and he was starving for a taste.
Demon…
Vanya saw it in his eyes.
"He thinks we're looking for a third," Silence said to her. "And he already thinks you're nervous, so we don't need to worry about that."
Briefly she wondered how he'd managed to communicate with the guy, but five seconds later, she figured it out.
The guy was already trying to crawl all over her, his hands coming to rest on her outer thighs while he nuzzled her neck. "Fuck, you're hot. I've been watching you two since you came in, baby, and I've been hoping you were looking for some more action. Lucky me…"
Obviously Silence hadn't needed to speak—the man had done all the speaking for him.
She stared over his shoulder at Silence, well aware that her eyes were too wide, that she probably looked a little too panicked. Damn it, she couldn't do this—couldn't do it…
A hand touched her shoulder. Warm, hard, scarred—she knew that touch. Turning her head, she stared into Silence's blue eyes. He cupped her chin, angled her head back. As his mouth covered hers, he murmured into her mind, "He can't stop talking any easier than I can talk, it seems. Relax…he's new, unused to being in the mortal world, I suspect. All we need to do is get him outside. He already thinks I've talked you into this, so that's why you're nervous."
Nervous?
Shit.
Vanya wasn't nervous.
She was terrified.
The man currently rubbing his crotch against her leg was a demon. She was used to demons, yeah. But she wasn't used to being quite so surrounded by them, and Silence had already told her they were going to do the kill here—not away from the rest of the others, but here. And if more came, she was supposed to deal with it.
Deal with more than a couple of them at a time.
His tongue teased her lips, and his voice, that teasing, rough rumble in her mind said, "Open for me…relax. Ah, you're sweet, Vanya…"
The ridged scars on his palms rasped over her flesh as he stroked a hand up over her arm, her shoulder, cupping her neck.
"Y'all want go into the back? Find one of the rooms?" their new companion asked, right when she'd thought maybe she could relax.
This was better, though.
Because the sooner they got moving, the sooner she could either try to kill this guy or screw up so Silence could step in.
And shit, how pathetic was that? She'd killed these things before. A lot. Without Silence's help, on her own, back when she'd been a human. Just because she'd lured them away and acted on a one-on-one or two-on-one basis didn't change things much.
She was more than human now.
She could handle this.
Pulling her mouth away from Silence, she looked at the incubae.
Well, he was a good-looking bastard, she'd give him that.
They usually were, though.
His eyes ran over her with appreciation, never once pausing at her scarred face. No, he was too interested in staring at her tits, which were very much on display in the corset she wore in lieu of a top. Her clothing consisted of that and a microscopic skirt. The boots covered more flesh than the skirt did, for crying out loud, coming up to her knees. Fortunately, there was no heel to the boot, and she knew she'd be able to move in them—she'd already checked that out.
She also had her knives stashed inside them.
Suddenly, eager hands were gripping her waist, pulling her from the stool where she was sitting. Realizing the guy had taken her silence for consent, she stiffened.
"We need him outside," Silence said into her mind, his voice hard and flat. "I will not risk you getting cornered with this many of the possessed. You're too new."
Even as he said it, he slipped an arm around her waist, nuzzling her neck—maybe to look as though he were encouraging her.
Stiffening her legs, she gave the demon tugging on her hand a nervous look and shook her head. "How about outside?" she shouted, raising her voice, even though she knew she didn't need to.
She leaned against Silence, not having to feign her nervousness or the shyness as the guy looked at her. The indulgent smile curling his lips made her want to pop him, though.
Silence's hand, resting on her waist, tightened. "Breathe, dear one…don't let him know you're angered. He can sense it as well as I can."
Turning her face into Silence's chest, she took a deep, steady breath, forced the tight muscles in her back to relax. Then she pushed back and gave Silence a tight smile. She couldn't get rid of the anger altogether, or the nervousness. Rising up on her toes, she curled a hand around his neck and tugged him down. She didn't have to talk loud—the demon would hear her, and that was the point. "Do you have any idea just how big you're going to owe me for this, baby? Sooooo big. I'm thinking oral sex and breakfast in bed every day for a month."
As she settled back down in front of him, Silence flashed her a wide grin, and in her mind, she felt the warm blast of approval.
No, she couldn't hide her discomfort. Might as well roll with it, right?
As the demon came up behind her and started to rub his cock against her ass, she clenched her jaw.
Silence caught her face in his hands just as the demon cupped her breasts and teased, "Come on, angel…relax. You got no idea how much fun we can show you."
She blushed a brilliant shade of red, shooting a look around the club. Yeah, people were looking at them, but it wasn't in shock.
Hell, it was a fucking sex club.
Of course people were looking at them.
But she had to get away from their stares before she cracked.
"Take me outside," she said, her voice strained even to her own ears.
Silence tugged her away from the other man, his arm curling around her. Tucked against his leather-clad side, she relaxed a little, even as the demon came up next to them, his hand settling low on her back, his fingers toying with the laces of her corset.
"You're doing fine," Silence assured her as they broke through the crowd.
Out in the cool darkness of the evening, she managed, finally, to breathe. The itching, tight sensation along her spine relaxed and she let him guide them around the building. He'd already scoped it out, picked out the exact area he wanted to use.
Smart, prepared…so much more equipped to handle this than she was.
Damn it, was what she doing—
A hand clamped over her ass.
She stiffened but managed not to pull away. Barely. Just barely.
In the darkness, Silence came to a stop.
They were at the very far edges of the parking lot where, handily, lights were out. Handily—she'd watched as he took care of them. Not too many mortals would come to this area because of the darkness, and as she leaned against him, she watched as the darkness thickened.
"Dude, it's fucking dark over here," the demon muttered, his voice oddly strained. "Why not go back inside, beautiful? I want to see that pretty mouth of yours…"
"He's used to being able to see in the dark and he can't see past my illusions," Silence said. Because she was touching him, the shadows weren't affecting her and she could see the way the other guy's dark eyes were darting around nervously.
Swallowing, she stepped away from Silence, relying on her ears to guide her to the other man, because once she wasn't touching Silence, the darkness was complete, like being wrapped in black cotton and thrown in a cave with no exit, no natural light, nothing.
She could hear him, faintly.
Reaching out, she touched him. Her fingers brushed against a hard, flat stomach. Trailing them lower, she curled her hand around the front of his leather pants, tugged him forward. "I like it better out here," she said softly. "It's quieter…and I'm already nervous. Besides…" she had to force the breathy little giggle, but it sounded legit enough. "I've got a thing for doing it outside."
The incubae relaxed as she touched him, giving in to the nature that ruled him. His mouth came down, finding hers easily enough, despite the dark. "Do you, angel?"
Angel—
She coyly tugged her head aside, guided his mouth to her neck and wiggled around in his arms so that she was facing Silence again.
Knowing he'd see her, even if she couldn't see him, she signed, Now?
"It's your move, Vanya. I'm just the backup."
