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May 23, 2015
Final Protocol…up for preorder
My first straight SF in…well…ever. There is a romantic sub-plot, so for those who need some romance, and for those who think…ewww…yuck, romance…
“If you’re in the mood to watch, he might let you. After he’s done.”
I looked away from the couple to find Garner staring at me with his dark, dead eyes. “Watching isn’t really my thing, Garner.”
“No. You prefer to fuck my brother and try to play cunt-games with him.” He leaned in, the smell of synthetic garlic heavy on his breath. “The games don’t work. But it’s fun to watch you try.”
My gut rolled. Play with his brother. If only I had much choice in it. I’d stay on the other side of the galaxy if I had any say in the matter. But I didn’t mention that. If either of them had any idea just how deep my revulsion ran, it would become a tool, a weapon against me. Instead of showing how I felt, I reached up and touched a finger to his cheek. “You spend an awful lot of time worrying about the games I play with your brother, Garner… What’s the matter?” I leaned in closer and pressed my lips to his ear. “Are you jealous?”
Then I pushed around him and headed for the center of the dance floor.
You might think he’d have his offices in the back. Or down below the floor, in a dungeon, where monsters like him should rot.
But no. He kept his offices high above, and if I wanted in during business hours, I had to take the tube in the middle of the floor. Where he could see me coming.
Garner was right behind me.
I pretended not to notice.
It wasn’t that hard. If he were going to try and hurt me, he’d have had more of his men with him, and he would have done it outside.
That meant I had a bigger fear to concern myself with. I’d rather take pain over his other forms of keeping me in line. Pain was easy. The humiliations… Shudders gripped me, wrenched at me, even as I fought not to let Garner see any sign of what I was feeling.
No matter what he’d said to get me here, my handler wouldn’t just let me walk away from a job like that.
There would be a reckoning.
And if he wouldn’t take it in blood, he’d take it in flesh.
My body was already burning.
My soul was already screaming.
A hand came up behind me and shoved me into the tube and then Garner crowded in around me.
As it sucked us up into the air, I bowed my head, my hands braced on the smooth, clear ’stene surface.
I’d get through this.
I’d done it before.
I’d even do this job, I thought, just because doing it took me away from Jakor. Maybe this would be the last one. Maybe when it was done, I’d guide my transport into the nearest star and end it, swift and easy. Or I could just fuck with the wiring on my transport, dump the oxygen supply—I knew how to do that. I’d killed one of my targets that way once. It wasn’t a pleasant way to die, but I didn’t need pleasant. I just needed it done and final.
Anything to be away from here, forever.
The tube opened up and Garner slid past me.
I stepped outside and slowly lifted my head. Darkness greeted me. This…this wasn’t good. Heart hammering against my ribs, sweat trickling down between my breasts, my shoulder blades, a dull memory worked its way free. It was an old memory; more than a decade had passed since that day. The first time I truly remembered much of anything…including the man who awaited me somewhere in the darkness.
He owed me money. But he was too afraid to face me himself…so I’m taking you instead. You’ll have to serve in his stead…
And here I was. Still serving. Still trapped.
It would end when I made it end.
Twelve years. It was enough.
Yes. I’d do this final job, and then I’d find a way to end this. I’d either find that botanist, or I’d find my own end. Either way, I’d never return here, to this place, ever again.
A shimmer of gold moved in the darkness and I turned my head, saw him.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I managed to form words.
“Hello, Gold.”
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May 19, 2015
Check it out… Hot Alphas releases today!
Check out Hot Alphas…releasing today, four sexy stories…
FYI, my title is from my Secrets & Shadows series, the novella BURN FOR ME, so if you’ve read it, please be aware!
Four sexy short stories featuring four hot alpha heroes, headlined by #1 New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh.
In Erin’s Kiss by Lora Leigh, ex-Marine Turk has become Erin’s sworn protector. The target of her CIA-operative brother’s foes, Turk is the only port Erin has to cling to in a storm. He promised her brother long ago never to touch her–but how can he resist a woman who aches to be with him as much as he burns for her?
In misTaken by Laurelin McGee, Jaylene is an independent woman whose feminist values run deep. The last thing she wants is a man telling her what to do. Until she meets her mysterious new neighbor. He makes her realize that you can still be strong and relinquish control… in the bedroom. But as their passion consumes them, Jaylene isn’t sure he is who he says he is.
In Burn for Me by Shiloh Walker, Tate longs to spend his nights with Ali, a woman he’s loved for years. But while Ali’s heart aches for him, her head has reservations. Ali knows that Tate has unresolved anger that is a force to be reckoned with…but the heat that blazes between them is undeniable. Now both Tate and Ali are left to wonder: Can love really conquer all?
In Tangled by Kate Douglas, Nate shows up to work at Tangled Vineyards ready to do what he loves best–craft award-winning wines. But when something better comes in the form of Cassie, the winemaker and former owner, Nate is completely love-drunk. Getting involved with Tangled’s mixologist is a bad way to start off a new job, but with Cassie as a temptation, Nate doesn’t stand a chance.
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She was done.
Staring into her pretty green eyes, while that pain tore into him again and again, only one thought managed to cut through that pain.
Like hell.
He closed his hands around her hips and boosted her up onto the kitchen counter. “No,” he said, his voice gruff and ragged as he pushed her thighs apart and moved closer. He slid one hand along up until he could palm her butt and then he yanked her against him and he watched the heat bloom in her eyes, felt the slow, subtle tremor that went through her.
Her skin went the color of a rose, low on her chest, bared by the skinny-strapped shirt she wore and he knew if he pulled it away, that faint rush of color would go all the way down to her breasts.
“No,” he said again. “This is more than friendship.”
The need to strip her clothes away, climb on top of her, feel her close around him was strong, grabbing him by the balls—she would feel it, he knew that. He could show her just how much more this was.
Hot Alphas
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May 18, 2015
Misery’s Way is up on Netgalley…
If you review, you can request it. Just a note, I don’t approve requests, but I do know that people who actively review the titles they’ve requested are usually approved by the people who handle my titles.
You can request here… this is set in the Kit Colbana world.
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May 10, 2015
May 5, 2015
Busted… now available
His hands were shaking.
To hide it, he shoved them into his back pockets as they waited for their turn to shuffle onto the elevator. Finally, they managed to wedge themselves in and then more people wedged themselves in after that. Trey found himself so close, he could have turned his head and he’d be able to bury his face in her hair. Soft, wild twists of curls…what would she do—
“Oh! Sorry!” There was a giggle, a squeal…and then like a bunch of dominos, people half fell, half crashed into others as the woman in the front continued to giggle. “Oopsie! Too marny—ah, too many marnis—too many martinis!”
A couple of snorts, a couple of snickers and more than a few curses. Trey barely heard any of them. Ressa had ended up crushed against his chest and he was pinned to the wall. Her hip was pressed snug to his crotch and even as he tried to ease her away, her gaze shifted, lifted…
His cock started to pulse, throb.
Her gaze dropped to his mouth.
Her hand fisted in the material of his shirt as she licked the full, ripe curve of her lower lip. If he didn’t at least taste that mouth—
The elevator dinged and bodies spilled out. As the person next to them escaped the press, Ressa eased back. Dusky color rode along her cheekbones as she slid her eyes up to meet his.
Tearing his gaze away, he looked at the lights flickering above the elevator door.
It hit her floor and as she turned away, she slid her hand down, caught his.
Sweat beaded at the nape of his neck and he had one brief moment of lucidity.
Trey Barnes was a man who liked order. He liked to be in control.
But he had absolutely no idea what in the hell he was doing.
And he was absolutely fine with that.
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May 4, 2015
Busted…spread the word, win some prizes…
BUSTED is due out tomorrow… if you feel like helping me spread the word at all, you can win some goodies, including …drumroll…
This is a complete rewrite of my old EC title Whipped Cream and Handcuffs. Completely rewritten. I’ll be reissuing it sometime over the summer. The winner gets a PDF ARC of it, along with a GC to to Amazon, BN or iBooks~book money!!! Okay, that gets the real drum roll, right? Also, some swag.
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Spread the word about Busted. If you blog, use twitter, GR or Pinterest, you can enter. FYI, there will be one entry method for those who don’t use those.
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It took almost twenty minutes to get to her room, thanks to the crush at the elevators. During that twenty minutes, Trey waited for the voice of reason to ruin things.
Waited for that awkwardness that had accompanied the last two dates.
Waited for his gut to start to churn at the thought of sitting down over a drink—it did, every time. He dealt with it, smiled through it and handled the headache after.
Waited for a rush of guilt, for the elevator to get stuck, an earthquake, a meteor strike…anything that would signify this was just a bad, awful idea.
But with each minute that passed, he just wanted to be in her room—at this point, any room would do, so long as he had some privacy—because he was dying to touch her.
He didn’t know exactly what she was offering.
Part of him thought he did, and he was almost certain he was right, but Trey was a realist. He was also more likely to believe in the negative with some things, because it was easier that way. Disappointment sucked.
He was also fully aware that more than likely, even if she was interested in…anything, this was the most likely scenario—if she touched him, his brain was going to screw everything up and then he’d look like a basket case in front of a woman he wanted more than he wanted his next breath of air.
His hands were shaking.
To hide it, he shoved them into his back pockets as they waited for their turn to shuffle onto the elevator. Finally, they managed to wedge themselves in and then more people wedged themselves in after that. Trey found himself so close, he could have turned his head and he’d be able to bury his face in her hair. Soft, wild twists of curls…what would she do—
“Oh! Sorry!” There was a giggle, a squeal…and then like a bunch of dominos, people half fell, half crashed into others as the woman in the front continued to giggle. “Oopsie! Too marny—ah, too many marnis—too many martinis!”
A couple of snorts, a couple of snickers and more than a few curses. Trey barely heard any of them. Ressa had ended up crushed against his chest and he was pinned to the wall. Her hip was pressed snug to his crotch and even as he tried to ease her away, her gaze shifted, lifted…
His cock started to pulse, throb.
Her gaze dropped to his mouth.
Her hand fisted in the material of his shirt as she licked the full, ripe curve of her lower lip. If he didn’t at least taste that mouth—
The elevator dinged and bodies spilled out. As the person next to them escaped the press, Ressa eased back. Dusky color rode along her cheekbones as she slid her eyes up to meet his.
Tearing his gaze away, he looked at the lights flickering above the elevator door.
It hit her floor and as she turned away, she slid her hand down, caught his.
Sweat beaded at the nape of his neck and he had one brief moment of lucidity.
Trey Barnes was a man who liked order. He liked to be in control.
But he had absolutely no idea what in the hell he was doing.
And he was absolutely fine with that.
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April 30, 2015
Busted… Four days away
Pretty please, if you enjoy the excerpt, it would be awesome if you check out the book. If you like it, reviews are appreciated. They help. 
The only voice she’d heard had been an internal one that whispered, I need to touch him. So bad. I need . . .
No, as she swiped her key through the card reader, her hands were sweating, almost shaking.
And the damn key card wouldn’t work.
“Figures,” she whispered, her voice hitching.
A warm hand came around, took the key. “Let me see,” he murmured, his voice way too close to her ear.
Eyes closed, she stood there, struck dumb from the want ravaging inside her. The door clicked and she opened her eyes as he came around her to turn the handle, push it open. Then he turned his head, stared at her.
Waiting. On her, she knew.
Do or die, she thought, a little desperately.
Kind of extreme, maybe. But it felt apt. Because in that moment, she knew if she didn’t take him inside . . . and then just take him—let them take each other—some little piece inside of her would feel like it had died.
She slid past him, brushing up against his body as she did so. She felt his ragged intake of air and that hot, hungry need inside trembled, swelled.
She didn’t turn on the light.
As the door clicked shut behind her, she kicked off the spike heels and then turned to look at him.
Abruptly, a line from the book Lynnette had been reading danced through her mind.
With need and want a vicious tangle . . .
Yes, this was a tangle, one that was entirely too twisted, considering how short a time she’d known him. Hours, really. Just a handful of hours when you added it all up.
None of that mattered.
She moved toward him.
He met her halfway and as his arms came around her, everything inside her breathed out a sigh of delight . . . even as the need inside her demanded for more.
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April 29, 2015
I’ll Be Hunting You
Reissued…
Oi.
Like 50 bajillion people have emailed me about this one…okay, so maybe fifty. But really recently.
Several of my EC books (actually almost all) are out of print. I’m working getting them reissued as quick as I can, but I can only do so muc because there is a great deal of work involved, including edits/reformating/covers, etc.
It all has to be done around my current workload which is pretty murderous.
Pretty please be patient.
But Hunters: I’ll Be Hunting You is available again
What if you were born to love only one man…and what happens when he’s gone?
Declan has been Tori’s lover, her friend, her soul mate, but now he’s gone and the grief is driving Tori mad. While those she loves fear for her safety and her life, Tori is losing herself.
Then she is given a message from a fellow Hunter. Go.
It’s the last thing she wants to do. It’s the one thing she realizes she must do. Following an instinct deep inside…she goes. And finds something she never dared to wish for.
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BN and other links coming soonish.
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April 28, 2015
There comes a time…
In a mom’s life when she does strange things.
This is one of them.
So diva has been accepted into a pretty top notch school the final two years of her high school career. It comes with some costs. While I’m going to be bearing the brunt financially, I believe she’s old enough to work for what she wants and she’s been told this ever since she started showing interest. The rule is…as long as I see trying to work for it, I’ll take care of what you can’t…if you aren’t working for it, though? Not happening.
She’s holding up her end of the deal. She’s got a job, but she also wants to try and sell some of her art.
Crickets chirping. Sigh.
So!
Diva is artistic!
She’s also talented. A lot of the stuff she draws is weird…like disemboweled horses.
But some of it is just plain cute.
Like…
FYI, that’s Kit and Damon. Yes, that little cat in the background is Damon. Looking so puzzled.
This took roughly an hour. Something like this, she’ll charge a $10-15. I’ll take care of shipping and handling.
FYI, the original of this is mine. If anybody is interested in a high quality print sans watermark, feel free to leave a comment and we’ll see what we can work out, but she really wants to sell some stuff.
She also did this…
That’s our pup.
It took a bit more time, so $15-20.
Then there’s this one…it’s not finished. She’s put about 15 hours in, roughly and something like this will cost a minimum of $70.
She’s better with fantastical/fandom type figures & animals rather than people, or chibi types and she focuses mainly on charcoal & pencils.
If anybody is interested in having her do a commission for you, please feel free to email me. I’ll hook you up.
And…to sweeten the pot…
One of the characters I’ve given her the okay to draw…in his animal form, should you wish to try and guess it…
People want to know what Chang is. I won’t be sharing that for several books yet. But she’s been given the okay to allude to his animal should anybody want to commission her to draw it.
You can contact me/her/us via shilohwalker2011 at gmail.com and reference Mica Walker/commission. Please note, we’ll provide a scan of the work before you have to pay, but payment must be made either via paypal or check (check must clear) before the actual image will be mailed out.
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Traitor’s Kiss
The final Grimm is done. Turned it in. Due out in the fall, I think.
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