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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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April 21, 2015
Just two weeks until BUSTED…
Here… a nice, dirty little excerpt
FYI, it’s only $5.99 on Kindle at Amazon right now. The typical pattern is that it drops right before release day, then shoots back up to regular price. So you might wanna pre-order now.
“Your room…where is your room?”
She waved toward the stairs and the two of them half-staggered, half-ran toward them. Half-way up, he took her to the ground and pressed her to the ground, feasting on her mouth and shuddering at the taste, the feel of her. Thoughts of regret, fear, hesitation faded away. Thoughts of control faded away.
He cupped her hips in his hands, her skin burning hot through the thin material. Against his chest, her breasts went flat and that was good, but not enough. He caught the tank top she wore and started to drag it up.
She caught his wrist.
“Upstairs.” She bit his lower lip and then said it again, the demand heavy in her voice. “Upstairs…now.”
He caught her around the waist, and rose, one hand around the bannister. He felt half-drunk, his brain spiraling out of control, but for once, it didn’t bother him. He was drunk, possibly even drugged…but it was only from her. Pinning her against the railing, he said, “Upstairs.”
Then he returned the favor and bit her lip, reveling in the feel of her reaction, a full body shudder.
It seemed forever before they finally reached the top of the stairs, even longer before they stumbled into the room Ressa pointed out. Finally—
Trey spun, trapping her against the door. A startled gasp erupted from her as he caught the band of her sport bra in his hands. He would have torn it away from her if it could and he was cursing by the time he was able to toss it to the floor.
Her full breasts swung free and he caught them in his hands, hunger a spike in his brain. He teased the dark brown nipples that had already gone tight.
“Kiss me,” she demanded, locking her fingers around his neck.
He didn’t even have a chance to follow that hungry order because she tugged his mouth to hers, kissing him with a greedy need all but put him on his knees. Tongue and teeth clashed. Her breasts pressed flat against him and it was a sweet, sweet torture…but not enough. He broke the kiss to tear his own shirt away and then grunted in pleasure at the feel of their upper bodies pressed bare to each other.
She rubbed herself against him and he shuddered, feeling the drag of her nipples over his skin. Ressa moaned out his name and it sent a tremor racing through him. His fingers tightened on her and he had to force himself to be gentle but even as he tried to do that, she sank her teeth into his lip, hard enough to bring pain. He did the same and she moaned into his mouth and arched her hips to his.
Desperate for more, for all, he shoved his hands inside the waistband of her tight workout pants, working himself against the heat between her thighs, but still—not enough.
She whimpered as he went to his knees, jerking her pants down. When they tangled at her calves, he stopped and leaned in, pressing his face to her cleft. Soft curls hid her from him, but that didn’t deter him. He flicked his tongue against her clit and when she bucked against him, satisfaction ripped at him.
The scent of her rushed up to flood the air and he thought he just might go mad for the want of her. He stripped the pants away and used his hands to tug at her ankles until she widened her legs.
“I need to taste you,” he muttered. Taste. Have. Love…
Love…
The thought should frighten him.
Everything in this moment should frighten him—or at least worry him, because he felt too out of control, scrabbling for any remnant of it. But all that mattered was having her. Branding himself on her…and having her brand herself on him.
Leaning in, he licked her, using his tongue open her before going deeper, hungry strokes that had her rocking against his face.
She panted out his name, her hands clutching the back of his head. “Please… I want…I need…”
When she tried to pull at his shoulders, he caught one wrist, guided it away.
“Stop,” he muttered. “I need this. I need to taste you…your pussy, fuck…”
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April 15, 2015
Hunters: Rafe and Sheila
Some of my EC books have reverted back to me, including Rafe and Sheila. I’m trying to get these back available as time allows, and time has allowed for Rafe and Sheila.
You can read it again if you haven’t had the chance. 
Revised and Reissued! March 2015
Book 6Sheila is done.
After months of loving the brooding, sexy Hunter, she realizes that all Rafe will ever give her is sex. Leaving him will hurt, but staying will hurt even more. It’s like ripping out her undead heart, but in the end, she knows that her only choice is to do just that…leave.
Rafe is furious.
After all they had together, the sexy belle just up and leaves him? No. It doesn’t work that way. He sets off to find her and when he does, he realizes that things are worse than he realizes. She’s already found herself another lover.
A human lover.
When that human goes missing, Sheila is convinced that Rafe had something to do with it, although he didn’t. And something else is going on…something dark…something evil. Something that could very well cost Rafe the woman he only now discovers he loves…
Includes a bonus story!
Rafe scowled as Sheila left the house, head low, her steps slow. She had donned the dark, close fitting clothes she wore when she Hunted and he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the way the black fatigues stretched across that delightfully round ass.
He had missed her.
Gone three weeks to Excelsior, and all he could think about was her.
He had sensed her the moment he stepped back on Eli’s lands and his blood seemed to burn inside his veins, hunger throbbing in his cock, in his head, tightening his muscles. Seeing her, he had wanted nothing more than to sink to his knees in front of her and wrap his arms around her, burying his face between her full, rounded breasts.
She made him weak.
And he hated it.
So he had ignored what he wanted, ignored the hesitant smile in her eyes, keeping his attention focused on Erika, ignoring the pain he felt coming from her.
She knew the score, damn it. After giving Erika a slight smile, he had left the kitchen, the scowl deepening on his face once he was out of their sight.
Now, a day later, he couldn’t stop craving a taste of her. Sheila hadn’t been in her rooms today—he had no idea where she had slept. And he refused to go looking for her.
Just after sunset, she had returned, her eyes hooded, the long sweep her rose colored skirt flowing down the length of her thighs, a pretty sweater, shades darker than the skirt, giving color to her creamy complexion. Rafe had watched her from the greatroom where the Hunters of Eli’s enclave had gathered for the night, watched as she sauntered in and dropped onto a couch between Mike and Jonathan. Lori was sitting in Jonathan’s lap, so the two of them took up a little more room, meaning Sheila had to sit closer to Mike than Rafe could stand. Studiously, she ignored the looks he had slid her, staring at Eli with intent focused eyes.
That had sliced. Deep.
Mike’s dark gray eyes had slid to Rafe as Sheila sat there, and Rafe had scowled, jerking his gaze away from the Inherent, knowing his anger was naked for all to see.
Now, hours after the meeting had ended, she was leaving for her night of patrol with her shoulders slumped and her eyes on the ground. Damn it. The southern belle looked about as happy as he felt.
In his hands, he held a short sword, polishing the surface that really didn’t need it. The blade all but glowed in the dim light, reflecting his face back at him as he tore his eyes from Sheila’s form, forcing himself to look at the sword as he ran the cloth up and down.
But barely a moment passed before he lifted his gaze, searching for Sheila once more. She was gone from sight.
Out Hunting.
Walking away from him…
Hunger, pain, guilt, need, they all ran together and wrapped a tight fist around his heart. Laying the sword aside, he spun away from the window to pace the floor.
She knew. He’d warned her from the beginning he wasn’t the man for a relationship. Not that she ever asked for anything. But he saw the disappointment in her eyes every time he pulled back. Sheila wanted more. Hell, that was what she was made for. And he couldn’t give it to her.
But he’d be damned if he let her walk away.
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April 6, 2015
The Virgin’s Night Out…available now! Release Day Giveaway!
THE VIRGIN’S NIGHT OUT is now available… for those who like print, you can read it, too. Just mosey over to Amazon or BN and look for BRANDED.
Or you can enter to win the one print copy I have. It contains THE VIRGIN’S NIGHT OUT and YOU OWN ME, together in print.
To celebrate the release of THE VIRGIN’S NIGHT OUT, I’m giving away a prize pack that includes that print copy and some randy goodies~some of the goodies I picked up rambling around Louisville last week while my kids were on spring break.
About the book!
Sloane Redding is the shy one, the timid one. The morning of her wedding, she’s dumped by the man she’d thought she’d spend the rest of her life with. Humiliated, she turns tail and runs, leaving Nowhere, Alabama for a job in the city. Sloane sets out to remake herself. She succeeds…on the outside. On the inside? Different story. She still the shy Redding. Still quiet, still more interested in standing on the standlines. But all of that is about to change.
The night before her brother’s wedding, she strolls in the lone bar in Nowhere wearing wicked red and she’s got one goal in mind: to show her ex-fiance just what he lost.
The night before his best friend’s wedding, D.B. “Boone” Cassidy walks into the lone bar in Nowhere, Alabama with one goal in mind. Get wasted. Former military, he’s spent the past few years as a security specialist and all around troubleshooter. It should have been easy to spot the trouble that night…a sexy woman in wicked red. It should have been easy. Yeah, right.
One thing leads to another and his plans to get wasted turn into a night with the sexy woman in red . Boone gets the shock of his life the next day when he shows up at his friend’s wedding to find out he’d just spent the night wrapped around his best friend’s little sister…and that isn’t the only surprise.
Excerpt
“Are you certain?”
He bit her ear and she thought she just might die if he didn’t hurry.
Then he caught her cheek in his hand, pulled her mouth around. After a hard, brutal kiss, he said, “Answer me.”
“I…” Sloane licked her lips and tasted him. Just like she’d dreamed… She could taste him, hot and male and wild. “I want this,” she said, not moving her mouth away. “But…just this.”
As he lifted his head, the echo of his voice rose in the back of her mind.
Is there a problem…
If I disappeared…
“Just this?” he said quietly.
“Just this.” She slid a hand up, curled it over the back of his neck. Head craned up to meet his, she said, “After this…please. Don’t come back. Don’t come looking for me anymore. Because you’re right. I am a smart woman and this isn’t good for me.”
Don’t come back.
The words stabbed right through him.
That had been the plan, all along. Check and make sure…
He cut the thought off. He’d just check. Then he’d leave and stay away from her.
That had been the plan…
But then he’d touched her. She’d touched him. Even now, the warm of her body burned against his own, the scent of her surrounded him. Back away, he told himself.
That was the right thing to do.
But if Boone had given a damn about doing the right thing, he could have just called her. Or stayed away from her from the beginning—he’d known, even before he knew her name, that she was the kind of woman who needed a forever.
He whispered that, pressed his lips to her ear. “You deserve a forever…and I can’t give you one.”
Her body gave a hard, shuddering spasm. “I know,” she whispered, her voice soft. “Then just give me tonight—and then…”
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March 28, 2015
March 27, 2015
Winner…belated
Sorry… I had a rough week followed by traveling and then it’s spring break… yikes!
The winner of the ARC my dogs didn’t want me to give away is…
Elaine N! Email starts with… lan***@emba******.com
Please email me at shilohwalker2011 at gmail.com! (no spaces!)
You have two weeks to claim your prize!
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March 21, 2015
Misery’s Way… a Colbana World short story
It’s a Kit-related thing…not a Kit thing.
O.O
Her name is Frankie. At least, that’s what she calls herself.
She looks human, but she’s no more human than she is a faith-healer. That doesn’t stop her from using her…more unique abilities to take care of certain needs. It’s those abilities that lead to a chance encounter with an unusual woman in Florida.
It’s a chance encounter with fate that will set these two down a collision course with destiny.
This short story is loosely connected to the Kit Colbana Files. Can be read as a stand-alone.
Due out in June. Preorder links coming soonish…
snippet
Eventually, the emotions in my head, the misery and easing of it stopped crashing and swelling inside me, coming to an uneasy sort of peace.
Sleep.
I’d sleep—right there…
The sound had me coming up off the bed and landing in a crouch. Too many years of fleeing from those who might yet hunt me had me drawing my weapon. The blade was as long as my forearm, the metal matte black—it didn’t reflect any light, not that there was much of it in my room. I’d had the blade designed after a flash of light had almost given me away years ago. I wouldn’t make that mistake again. Not ever.
Head cocked, I listened.
Not even the brush of a shoe on pavement was that quiet. But somebody was outside, on the farthest edges of the parking lot.
I crept to the walls.
I hadn’t turned on the lights. I’m just as at home in the shadows and darkness as I am in the light. Comes from living in a perpetual gloom for the first two or three decades of my life. What might seem an unending, unyielding blackness to others was no hindrance to me. Placing one foot in front of the other, carefully placing each step, I made my way to the window, stopping just at the edge of the frame so I could peer out.
Behind me, the air in the room stirred.
There was no sound to indicate who it was, but I knew, nonetheless.
“They are clever, aren’t they?” I said softly.
Saleel’s scarred hand touched my shoulder. “Shall I take care of them?”
In Saleel’s mind, there was only one way to take care of something.
I shook my head.
If I really wanted to take care of them, we both knew I could do it myself. Just as we both knew that Saleel considered it his job. His…duty. Even an honor.
“No,” I said. They were closer now. I couldn’t see her, which was an oddity, considering how pale she was. I could barely see him, but he was a witch. I could smell a witch a mile away. One that pretty was worth keeping an eye on, too.
“I wonder what they want.”
“They don’t approve of you,” Saleel said, and his disgust was so thick, I could have spread it on a slice of toast.
I slid him a smirk over my shoulder. “Neither did you…once.”
His eyes, nearly black even in the bright of day, held mine. “I did not make a judgment simply because I saw you spread your hands out over a room of ill people.”
“No. You judged me for a different reason entirely.” I gave him an arch look.
A grim smile curled his lips.
Our history was complicated.
Very complicated.
I held out a hand. “Come. I’m not in the mood for distractions tonight.”
I could practically taste his annoyance as he placed his hand in mine. He must have been in the mood to play cat and mouse.
Poor Saleel.
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March 11, 2015
My dogs don’t want you to see this contest
Does that sound weird?
I think so.
But they seemed bound and determined to keep me from getting any decent pictures of my ARCS.
See?
It’s like puppy-geddeon.
I sit down, get the book out and puppies attack.
Either they are smelling the book, or smelling the camera, or nosing at my hands, because clearly, I’m on the floor and that means it’s time to play and/or pet them.
I just wanted to get a picture of the book.
But no.
So I decided maybe I should just try to work with it and take a picture of puppies and book…
And that didn’t go very well either.
Puppy was blurry or book was blurry or they’d start fighting.
Needless to say, it was an exercise in futility and I ended up not having the best picture for my contest.
The puppies kept wondering why I wasn’t petting them.
How dare I neglect them?
I never did get a great picture of the book.
But I really like that last one of my boy pup.
Staring so forlornly at me.
We’ll just go with it.
Now… about that contest thing!
I have a box of BUSTED ARCS. I’m going to give one away here.
Contest
Win an ARC of Busted
From the national bestselling author of Wrecked and Razed comes an emotionally charged story of undeniable passion and life-affirming love…
Like his brothers Zach and Zane, Trey Barnes thought he had found the love of his life. But fate had other plans. A widower who’s had to raise his five-year-old son on his own, Trey has not allowed himself to be with another woman. Until he meets Ressa Bliss at—of all places—a children’s library program. The beautiful librarian is wonderful with his son, Clay, but every time Trey even considers asking her out, he is tortured by guilt.
Fate is indeed fickle. When the two meet again at a conference, this time the attraction is too powerful to resist. But is their connection and passion strong enough to survive Trey’s deep inner torment?
Excerpt
Oh, honey…come to Mama.
Ressa Bliss would have been licking her chops if she had been anywhere remotely private.
Long, almost too lean, with a heavy growth of stubble and a mouth made for kissing, biting…other things…
He wore a dark pair of glasses that hid too much of his face and she wanted to reach up, pull them off.
Because she wanted to too much, she focused on the boy instead.
She shook his hand, much of what he’d just said running together in her head. She’d caught his name, though. “Well, hello, Clay. It’s lovely to meet you.”
He grinned at her, displaying a tooth that looked like it might fall out at any second—literally—she thought it might be hanging in there by luck alone.
Clayton caught the man’s hand in his and leaned against him. “This is my daddy.”
She slid Mr. Beautiful a look. “Hello, Clayton’s daddy.”
He gave her a one-sided smile. “Hi.” Then he crouched in front of his son. “So. Program lasts for fifty minutes. I’ll be over in the grown-ups area if you need me.”
“That area is boring.” Clayton wrinkled up his nose.
“Well, if I stay here, I’ll just play.” A real grin covered his face now and Ressa felt her heart melt. Since he was distracted, she shot a look at his hands—ring? Did he have one?
Crap. Some sort of gloves covered his hands from knuckle to well up over his wrists. No way to tell.
Clayton leaned in and wrapped his arms around his father’s neck. “Love you.”
And her heart melted even more as he turned his face into his son’s neck. “Love you, too, buddy. Have fun.”
A man like that was most certainly not unattached.
But she still stole on last, quick glance as he walked away.
The back was every bit as fine as the front.
How to Win!
Since my dogs were determined to run this contest, I’ll let them have a say in it…in a way.
To enter, just answer the question. Are you a dog lover, cat lover, bird lover, snake lover, rodent lover, something else entirely…? None of the above?
One random winner will get an ARC of BUSTED.
Winner’s name will be posted here at my blog. Contest will be open for one week.
For the full list of rules, please visit the disclaimer page. Entering means you’ve read and agreed to the disclaimer and I suggest you read it, because otherwise you don’t know what you’re agreeing to…I might be requiring you to posting selfies of you clutching your prize while riding a purple unicorn.
(Okay, that’s not likely, but you do need to read it.)
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March 3, 2015
Darker than Desire…now available
“If you’re going to dump me, just get on with it,” she said, furious. Misery and fury swamped her, and her entire body trembled. “Don’t think I can’t see it. You’ve been dancing around this for weeks and I told you that I’d fight you, but . . .” She trailed off, the words dying.
“Sybil—”
She slashed a hand through the air. “I don’t want to hear the excuses and the reasons and the lies. The bottom line is you don’t want me enough. So fine. It’s over.”
He grabbed her and hauled her against him. “You think I don’t want you?” The words were rasped against her lips and she tasted his blood, but she didn’t care.
His tongue pushed between her teeth as she gasped. All the rage he felt, and the pain he always covered, was poured into that kiss. She didn’t hold any of hers back, either. Because this was the last time, she realized. The very last time.
Curling her hand into the front of his shirt, she sagged between him and the wall as his tongue slid along hers, tasting her everywhere. And it was like the way he’d stared at her earlier—as though he was memorizing everything about the kiss, the way she tasted, the way she felt against him, the curves and hollows inside her mouth, as well as the curves of her body as he slid his hand down her back and grasped her hip to pull her closer.
They couldn’t be any closer unless they each dissolved into the other. She felt his erection grinding into her belly, his chest crushing against her breasts as she twined her arms around his neck.
And then . . .
Nothing.
Her legs wobbled with the speed with which he put her down.
He was three feet away and standing in the middle of the floor, staring out the back window.
“You think this is because I don’t want you.” His voice was flat, level even. She’d heard him talk to a cop, his adopted father, Abraham, and total strangers in that same tone of voice. But when he turned his head to finally meet her eyes, that blue gaze was vivid, all but burning. “Is that what you think?”
“You seem to make a habit of trying to walk away.” She wished she could sound as uninvolved. But her legs were shaking, her heart pounding, and just staying upright—without crying—took all of her energy.
He turned to face her. “The key word there is trying. I’ve been trying to walk away for years. I always knew things from my past would come back to bite me on the ass and I wanted you out of the way before it happened. It’s not because I don’t want you, Sybil. I want you too much. And I won’t let everything I am stain what you are.”
“Everything you are . . .” she echoed, shaking her head. As the words spun around and around inside her head, she found the strength—and the fury—she needed to shove off the wall. Glaring at him, she strode across the floor. There was still a smear of blood on his face and Sybil was tempted to hit him again. Her hand was starting to throb, but that didn’t much matter at this point. She was going to feel like a walking, bleeding wound here in a bit anyway.
“Everything you are.” She lifted a hand and covered his chest, staring at her widespread fingers. “What’s in here determines who you are.” She moved her hand up, pushed it into his hair so that her fingers now spread over his skull. “And what’s in here. The monsters in your past didn’t define you. They tried to break you and they failed. They tried to make you into a monster, but you made yourself into a man. You’ve defined yourself, not the past, as awful as it was. Not the monsters, not your evil father and not that bitch who whelped you. You did it, from the time you took the first step to leave right up until now, and you’ll keep on defining it.”
She moved back. “Are you really going to choose the past over me? Over us?”
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