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July 13, 2016
One more week… Ruined…
“Talk…” He murmured it, turning the word over in his mouth as though he was unfamiliar with it.
He shifted, using his body to nudge hers around until she was the one standing with her back to the railing and Sebastien crowded in closer.
Warning began to sound in her head.
Not that fear sort of warning.
No.
Her head was sending out
a different sort of alarm—it was going…oh, shit…
Sebastien caught her wrists, tugging them away from his face. She curled her fingers into her palms so that when he guided them to his chest, her hands were balled up into fists.
“You want to know what’s wrong, Marin?” he asked, pressing his face into her hair. “Want to hear all my problems? You’re so determined to help me out…is that it?”
“I…” She paused, taking a shaking breath. That breath exploded out of her when he pushed his thigh between hers. She thought she’d quiver and just wilt away when he placed one big palm on her hip and tugged her in closer to him, tucking her pelvis against his.
Marin’s brain started to melt.
Oh. Shit.
Against her hip, she felt his cock pulsing and in response, everything inside her began to heat and pulse in answer.
“See…” Sebastien’s lips were just a breath from her ear, his voice low and gritty and raw. “This is my problem. I’ve only wanted to sink my dick inside you for…hell, I can’t even remember when it started, but we’re talking years, sugar. Years. You get close to me and that scent of yours fills my head and it’s all I can do to focus. Now here I am, half drunk and focus is one thing I don’t have. I can’t focus. I just want to fuck…and who do you think it is I’m wanting to…focus on?”
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July 4, 2016
June 30, 2016
Avalon…reissue AND a bonus story
Got back yesterday from Mexico with the guy…twenty years together. Had an amazing trip. And I had a book out on Monday, but…well, we were busy. 
June 25, 2016
See you later…
I’m off to spend a few days in Cancun with my guy. We’ve been married almost twenty years now! How has he handled me that long????
Anyway, send us prayers and wishes for a fun, safe trip and that our kids leave the town standing. And that I don’t come back a lobster.
Since your trip here isn’t in vain… a cute baby panda. Yes, this is an old video. But it’s adorable.
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June 24, 2016
Another book deal…If You Hear Her, $1.99
The first book in my Ash trilogy, (one of my best, if you ask me), is on sale for $1.99.
more…
A CRY IN THE WOODS
The scream Lena Riddle hears in the woods behind her house is enough to curdle her blood—she has no doubt that a woman is in real danger. Unfortunately, with no physical evidence, the local law officers in small-town Ash, Kentucky, dismiss her claim. But Lena knows what she heard—and it leaves her filled with fear and frustration.
Ezra King is on leave from the state police, but he can’t escape the guilty memories that haunt his dreams. When he sees Lena, he is immediately drawn to her. He aches to touch her—to be touched by her—but is he too burdened by his tragic past to get close?
When Ezra hears her story of an unknown woman’s screams, his instincts tell him that Lena’s life is also at risk—and his desire to protect her is as fierce as his need to possess her.
First in a new romantic suspense trilogy
from the unedited copy
“Are we going to hide now?” he asked, stopping in his tracks and turning in a slow circle. “If I find you, does that mean I win?”
A sound caught his ear. Cocking his head, he listened. It was faint, that low, soft moan. The erratic gasps as she struggled to breath. Quiet, but not quiet enough.
Laughing, he followed the sound.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are…”
He hadn’t ever realized how much it would be to chase them.
Such possibilities…
The voice of reason advised caution, though. Wouldn’t be wise to make such a drastic change in his game plan, not now.
*
Lena was dreaming.
She knew it and she had to admit, it was one damn fine dream.
In the dream, she could see. She had vivid memories from back before she’d gone completely blind and sometimes, those dreams taunted her.
This dream wasn’t so bad, though.
She was outside and the sun shone down on her, brilliant burst of light and warmth raining down on her. Tipping her face to it, she stared into the sun until her eyes watered and burned.
“You shouldn’t stare at the sun.”
The voice was low, rough…sexy. And familiar.
Ezra. Damn him.
Couldn’t he leave her in peace, even in her dreams?
Lena was a sucker for a sexy voice and he had such a fine one. Hands came up from behind, rested on her waist and then slid around her, pulling her back against a hard, strong body.
“I don’t want to dream about you,” she said, but she didn’t pull away from him. No, she rested her head against his chest and continued to stare at the golden-white burn of the sun.
“I told you that you shouldn’t look at the sun,” he murmured, stroking one hand up and cupping her breast. Something hot and liquid flared to life inside her.
“It doesn’t matter if I look at it or not. Not now.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m just dreaming. Those pesky UV rays can’t hurt me here.” As much as she hated to look away from the sun, she did, turning in his embrace to study his face. She wanted to see him, too. See what her subconscious image she had cooked up to go with that sexy voice.
And damn, her subconscious had delivered just fine.
Although sometimes she suspected her sighted memories weren’t as clear as they could have been, she wasn’t going to complain. He looked just fine to her.
Right now, she could see…
Right now, she could touch.
And more…she could be touched. Touched by somebody that wasn’t moved by curiosity or pity, or even worse, some fucked-up male desire to get a unique score he could tell a bunch of his loser friends over a beer.
No, she was being touched by somebody that very obviously wanted to touch her right back. So what if it was only in a dream? At least here he couldn’t disappoint her by saying he’d call and then not follow through.
As he ran his hands down over her body, stripping away her clothes, Lena lifted her eyes upward and stared at the sun again.
Lost herself in the warm golden glow and the feel of a man’s hands on her body.
She could see…see his face as he guided her to the ground and knelt between her thighs.
She could touch…touch his shoulders and fist her hands in his hair.
She could feel…feel the fiery hot pleasure blistering through her as he levered up over her and pushed inside.
She could hear—
“Help me!”
*
Lena came awake with a gasp. Her heart knocked against her ribs and she shivered as cool air danced over her sweat-slicked body. A breeze drifted in through the open window.
It was cool…not cold. But she was freezing.
Hearing one low, questioning yip, she held out her hand. Puck pressed his nose against her palm and she heaved out a breath. The dog’s body was tense—all over tense and he had his hackles up.
“Sorry, boy. Just had a bad dream,” she muttered. She’d gone and freaked her dog out.
As she started to lie back down, she heard it.
A voice.
“…help me…”
Puck growled.
Jerking back up, she turned her head towards the window, tried to breath past the knot in her chest. “What in the hell…?” She closed her eyes, listened. Concentrated.
Puck growled again, louder this time, his voice rough, full of menace, full of warning. Lena shushed him, her voice sharp, her own fear edging its way in.
Through the window, she could hear…something. Thrashing in the forest that bordered the western edge of her property. The western edge…the woods. That strip of land where lately, her dog didn’t like to go. Not for the past few months.
“Somebody, please help me!”
The sound of the woman’s screams, raw and agonized, sent a shudder racing down Lena’s spine.
“Oh, God,” Lena whispered. Her heart slammed against her ribcage as she reached for the phone by her bed.
There was another scream and she dropped the phone. Swearing, she crawled out of the bed, patting around on the floor. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.” Icy, cold sweat dripped along her spine as she listened through the window.
Branches snapping. A ragged moan. Then all was silent.
Where’s the fricking phone??
Making a sound halfway between a sob and a growl, she stuck her hand under him the bed and heaved out a sigh of relief as her fingers brushed plastic. Scuttling across the floor, she pressed her back to the wall and listened, phone clutched in her hand.
Call 911, damn it! She tried to get her fingers to move but terror made them clumsy.
Outside, she heard nothing. She didn’t hear anything…wait. Yes, yes, she heard something now, but it was quiet…somebody, moving so quiet and so soft as they moved through the trees.
If her room had been any farther away from the trees, if she had lived any closer to town…hell, if she’d had the radio playing, she never would have heard it. So, so quiet…
There was another short, sharp scream–one that ended all too abruptly. The sound of it was enough to get her frozen fingers to move and she dialed 911.
Puck made a rough sound low in his throat and nosed her leg. She patted the space next to her and as he pressed his big, furry body against her leg, she wrapped an arm around him.
“Nine-one-one. What’s your emergency?”
“I…I hear a woman screaming. She’s screaming for help.”
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June 19, 2016
To the Dads! Happy Father’s Day
Happy Father’s Day!
To the dads…and for those who acted in a father’s stead. You’re awesome and you’re loved.
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June 17, 2016
Avalon…Reissue…Sorta…coming soon!
Avaloninitially released in the Mythe and Magick anthology
I decided this one didn’t fit in as well with the Mythe story-Mythe is more fantasy romance while Avalon is paranormal, so I’m reissuing this as a standalone title.
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The clock is ticking…
Born with a powerful psychic gift, Erin’s entire life has been nothing more than a countdown. From the time she was fifteen, she’s had one clear image in her mind—she would come face to face with a vicious killer before she was thirty.
He would die, but so would she.
With that sort of knowledge, having a life, falling in love…was there any point? No. But life and love happened anyway.
With time running out, Erin has to face the truth. She can’t fight her heart, but can she fight the inevitable?
Seth fell hard for Erin, a fellow detective on the Avalon Police Department, but the woman he loved more than his own life did everything she could to keep him away.
When he discovers why, it’s almost more than he can handle, but he almost lost her once.
He isn’t going to lose her again.
contains a bonus short story, FREAK OF NATURE, previously only available in the EC Cavemen Anthology.
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June 15, 2016
June 14, 2016
Print ARCs!!! Librarians, bookstore people & bookclubbers!
I have a select few copies left of THE RIGHT KIND OF TROUBLE…if you’re with a library, bookstore or bookclub, drop your name down below and let me know which one. Or you can also email me.
I want to pass these ARCs out!
email is shilohwalker at gmail.com
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June 13, 2016
Never As It Seems…REISSUE…now out!
Never As It Seems
psychic romance
When a woman shares her deepest secret with the man she loves, the last thing she wants is for him to laugh at her. Or worse…not believe her. But that was what happened three years ago when Chloe Perkins confided in Leo Brant.
I’m psychic.
The words were like a bombshell, one that had a cataclysmic effect on their relationship. Leo’s world was black and white and he didn’t believe in any of that. Walking away from Chloe all but killed him, but the lies she told him would have destroyed them anyway.
Now she’s back in his life, all but thrown into his arms.
He’s got a new job and it’s all centered around Chloe.
Keep her safe. That’s it. He isn’t supposed to want her, love her, need her…and yet here she is, back in his life once more and all he can do is want her, love her, need her.
With danger breathing down her neck, he’s going to have his hands full and he needs to be smart and stay away. But his black and white world is suddenly getting rather gray and he can’t seem to tell up from down, right from wrong, truth from lie…
Excerpt
“I’m getting damned tired of you ignoring me.”
Her heartbeat skittered up into what she was certain was dangerously unstable territory. She needed to get some distance between them, like now. “Leo, it’s been a bitch of a day. Can you have your tantrum later?”
Oh…bad choice of words, she realized about two heartbeats later.
He spun her around.
“Tantrum?” One hand braced on the wall just over her shoulder. The other, he rested just below her other shoulder. The warmth of his skin all but scalded her. His thumb stroked back and forth over the hollow of her throat.
Each stroke had the incredible heat inside her belly billowing higher. Higher. Hunger clawed at her, twisting through her. Her nipples ached, stabbing into the satin of her bra. It wouldn’t take too much more to send it spiraling out of control. It had been far too long since he had touched her, far too long since she had touched him. She missed his touch, his smile, his laugh…she missed them.
To cap it all off, she knew he felt the same way and the entire drive up here, she’d been blasted with the edge of his hunger, too. Nothing he was thinking came through, but the heat?
Oh, yeah. She felt that.
Now she was trapped in a storm—her hunger, his, they both swirled inside her, spinning into an intense inferno that just might burn her from the inside out.
And Leo wasn’t even aware.
She stared at the center of his chest and tried to think of something else. Anything else.
“I can have my tantrum later,” he murmured. “I’m hauled off the job to babysit you, without really being given a reason. You won’t tell me jack shit and you’ve been treating me like a piece of furniture from the get-go. My boss tells me that you’re being stalked, tells me that your house was burned down. I want some answers, Chloe…that’s all I want. And here you are…ignoring me.”
“Answers, baby.” He curled his fingers into the tense muscles of her shoulders, absently massaging them. “I just want answers. And I want you to look at me, instead of through me…Chloe.”
reissue, available now.
This book has been previously available. It has been reedited with some light rewriting. No extensive material has been added.
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