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October 5, 2014
Cover…Furious Fire, Grimm’s Circle
Viola…cover.
Grimm’s Circle, Book 8
November 2014
The Grimm are coming to an end…the second to last book
He is the love of all her lives…
Thomas Finn, troublemaker, gunslinger, guardian angel…loner. More than a hundred and fifty years ago, he was shot in the back then brought back to life just in time to watch a demon masquerading as his best friend kill the love of his life.
Now, as a Grimm, he satisfies his need for vengeance hunting down demons like the ones that took Rebecca from him. His mission: kill as many as he can, then, when the time comes, go down in a blaze of glory. But with each kill, he comes closer to a line no angel should cross.
Her name was Rebecca. Then it was Tilly. Then Ada. Now, Kallypso. She’s lived so many lives, she can’t even remember when or why it started. All she knows is, she’s always searching for a man with golden eyes that make her burn. And when she finds him—as she always does—she knows that spark of joy means she’s only seconds away from death…again.
This time will be no different…unless something breaks the cycle once and for all.
Warning: Contains the Groundhog Day of star-crossed lovers, a pissed-off guardian angel, a demon-hunter with an axe to grind, and the battle to end all battles. Be warned…there’s pain ahead in this book. Oh, and that HEA finally happens. For these two, anyway.
This will be the second to the last in the Grimm series…make sure you read it…want to see how it all comes down…
Excerpt here!
Annnnnnddddddd…
The first book in the series is free (Candy Houses) and the rest of the series is marked down 0.99 for the month of October. Read more about the series here.
Note: The prices have all been sent to all retailers, but for some reason, Amazon has yet to adjust the prices on NO PRINCE CHARMING, TARNISHED KNIGHT and GRIMM TIDINGS. The publisher has contacted them but they’ve yet to change the price.
You can still get the mobi/prc files to read for Kindle if you check out the series at Samhain or at ARe. I believe that all you need to do is email the files to your kindle email to have the title load on your kindle/kindle app.
If anybody feels inclined to do the ‘report lower price’ option on Amazon to help spead up the process, links to do so are below.
BN link –
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/grimm-tidings-shiloh-walker/1109939036?ean=9781609288778
Tarnished Knight
http://www.amazon.com/Tarnished-Knight-Grimms-Shiloh-Walker-ebook/dp/B0045EOIQY/ref=pd_sim_kstore_4?ie=UTF8&refRID=1MS1PDFRT5C23WPC0PPT
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/tarnished-knight-shiloh-walker/1026818300?ean=9781609282318
No Prince Charming
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/no-prince-charming-shiloh-walker/1019554603?ean=9781605048864
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October 3, 2014
Your weekend read?
So…what’s your weekend read going to be?
I’ve got the audiobook for THE LAST SPYMASTER and I’m enjoying. I might start the first Jack Reacher book~(Lee Child). I haven’t read him yet, but I sort of on a straight thriller-type story right now.
I want a really good, spooky romantic suspense, but nothing is catching my eye. The best spooky-ish type romance I’ve ever read was Holly Lisle’s I SEE YOU, and nothing has seemed to come close since then.
Sweeter than Sin released on Tuesday and so far, people seem to have enjoyed it. In news that delights me, the vast majority of people have seen the one big twist coming. I love it when I do that.
A quick snippet…
“I was down at the river. In the woods. That was always…”
“You always went there.” Adam brushed his thumb over her lips again. “I guess he still remembers that.”
“Yeah.” She reached up and touched her fingers to his lips. “Kind of funny. You do, too.”
He kissed her fingers and closed his hand around her wrist, his eyes dark and intense on her face. “I remember all kinds of things about you.”
Her heart banged hard against her ribs. That look. The way he watched her. She swallowed, closing her eyes as she tucked her head back against his chest, the cadence of his heart oddly soothing. The scent of him flooded her head and some of the coldness inside her eased back. She felt surrounded by him. Warmed by him. And for the first time in forever, she didn’t feel alone.
Read more… or… yanno, buy if ya want.
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September 30, 2014
Sweeter than Sin is out!
CAN’T FORGET THE PAIN
It took years for Adam to stop drowning his regrets in alcohol, and running the local bar doesn’t make it any easier—especially not when everyone he knows gathers there to discuss the shocking allegations that have shattered his hometown. When another murder rocks sleepy Madison to its core, it becomes chillingly clear that even more vicious wounds are waiting to be exposed.
WON’T RESIST THE PLEASURE
Nothing is sacred anymore, and no one is safe, least of all the mystery woman who shows up in town out of the blue, looking like every fantasy Adam’s ever had. She may have her own dangerous secrets, but she can’t ignore the urgent heat between them any more than he can. As a killer’s quest for vengeance explodes into violence, Adam is tempted to lose himself in the delicious promise of her body—until he realizes he’ll risk anything if she’ll give him her heart…
~*~
Adam had planned to say something, but then she stood up and his brain melted, just melted and died as he caught sight of long, sleek legs, strong muscle and sleek calves. The black lace of her panties had peeked out from under the hem of her shirt as she stretched and his blood had rushed to his cock so sudden, it was a miracle he hadn’t passed out from it. And when she’d turned to face him, her nipples had gone from soft to ready for him, ready for his mouth, in a blink.
And it was for him. He’d seen that lambent heat in her gaze, even if she wasn’t about to give into it.
Attraction was easy, passing. It didn’t surprise him that she wasn’t type to give into it at the drop of a hat.
But the thought of those sweet little tits, nipples tight and ready for him, was going to haunt him.
Not as much as the expression on her face now, though.
She sat there like a shadow, her skin pale, her hands fisted in her lap, while she stared out the window at nothing.
She had nibbled at the bacon he’d put in front of her, taken a bite of toast. That was it.
Now she just…sat there.
He wanted to yank her out of that chair, push her up against the wall and kiss her stupid. Then he wanted to yell at her. He wanted to go to his knees and beg her to tell him what was wrong. He wanted to get lost in her…and then maybe beg her to…
Hell. He didn’t know.
He wanted a resolution.
He wanted answers.
He wanted her.
He had always wanted her, but she’d always been untouchable.
Now she was like a shadow and life was a fucking monstrous mess.
And he was…ruined.
She slid him a glance and he fought the urge to look away. Every woman he’d touched over the years, he’d either pretended he was touching her or he’d done it to forget her.
Every drink he’d taken had been to dull the pain or to punish himself for not saving her.
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September 29, 2014
Ready for some more? Sweeter than Sin release!
A cop car drove by and it took all of her nerve to keep from bolting down the street.
Instead, she calmly turned and walked in the door that had just opened.
It was loud and packed and rowdy and she could smell food.
If anybody was looking for her, she could lose herself in here and she’d eat, figure out her next move.
Keenly aware of the cop car still cruising on down Main Street, she made her way over to the bar and wedged herself onto the seat at the end, keeping the front door in her line of sight. She’d already noticed where the other exits were, where the bathroom was and if memory served right—she’d check her GPS to be sure—she knew which route would be the best to take if she had to try and evade the cops.
It was sad that she had to think about this shit.
It was sad that she had to think about running.
It was sad that she’d spent her life in hiding—
“What can I get you?”
Now that…that wasn’t sad.
That voice was practically a wet dream, in and of itself. The man’s low, lazy drawl stroked over her skin like rough velvet and she dragged her eyes up to meet a pair of dark, dark brown eyes.
Well, I can think of one thing…
The punch of lust was visceral, unexpected. Heat rushed through her, centered low in her belly as she sat there, wondering just how long it had been since she’d responded to a guy.
A while. A very long while.
A faint smile tugged the corners of his mouth. Such a nice mouth. She knew without a doubt he know how to use that mouth. As the faint smile warmed just a little, she squeezed her thighs together and returned the smile, tried not to stare. If she stared, people might stare back and that would get her noticed.
But oh, oh, my…how she wanted to stare.
Read more
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Stuff!
I’ll have a blog tour going on in the next few days, prizes & stuff, to help celebrate the release.
I’ve got a facebook party going on now here… (again, prizes AND guest authors!)
Annnnnddddd…. I’ll be signing Sweeter than Sin during two upcoming signings this month…the bookfair at Moonlight & Magnolias in Atlanta and the bookfair at the NJRW event in Iselin, NJ. Links & info in the sidebar!
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September 25, 2014
More Comic Expo fun
So…a couple more awesome cosplay.
The Jawa was excellent. Ran around talking and had the ‘voice’ right and everything.
The panel with CL Wilson, Maggie May Gallagher & Sheila English of COS was fun. I spent a lot of time talking to Les Garner, an artist (site is Sixus1 Media and he’s pretty awesome.)
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September 23, 2014
Sweeter than Sin… releases next week…
Sweeter than Sin is due out next week.
I’m doing another FB party…if you’re on FB, you can join us. We’re giving stuff away and having fun. 
It could be said that Adam Brascum loved women.
It could be said.
But it would be off-target. Adam didn’t love women—he didn’t hate them, but he didn’t love them, either. He needed them.
The soft curves, the scent of their skin, the husky voices as they whispered to him in the night. If he worked it right, he could spent the night with any number of them, and he wouldn’t have to be alone unless he wanted.
Wouldn’t have to be alone, with just the voices in his head, the memory of a phone call, the memory of a smile, the memory of the girl he might have been able to save.
If only he’d done something.
Now, years after, when it was far too late, he was doing something. Drowning his sorrows between the thighs of just about any woman who would have him.
There had been a time when he’d drown his sorrows with a woman, along with the help of his good friend, Captain Morgan, or maybe some Jack Daniels, but that had all stopped on a cold wintry day. He could still remember the soft, sad words spoken in his ear and at the foot of a grave, he’d made a promise.
He didn’t make them often, but when he did, he kept them.
So the booze was gone.
His only vice now was women.
Lately, though, that vice wasn’t doing it for him anymore.
He didn’t even know the name of the woman in bed next to him. She was beautiful, a long, sleek woman maybe ten years older than him and she had left him feeling like she could put him through his paces for the rest of the night. He’d slept maybe thirty minutes, her neck tucked against his chest, her hand resting on his stomach.
And then the nightmare hit.
He was standing in front of the house.
Just standing there.
It was dark.
It was cold.
The dimly lit windows mocked him. If he moved any closer, the lights would go out, and he’d find nothing.
But he could hear her. Her voice, whispering his name.
Adam…why didn’t you help…
Why didn’t you…
Why didn’t you…
He came awake, choking back the oath. He’d learned long ago that when he made noise, whatever partner he had in bed with him tended to ask questions. Questions weren’t the kind of thing he liked to entertain in bed, so he eventually figured out how to strangle the groans, the curses…even the screams.
After all these years, it was second nature.
Next to him, there was a long, soft sigh. He froze, listened.
After years and years of slipping out of beds, he’d all but perfected it to an art and he could almost tell to the second when a woman was about to wake.
She shifted, rolled onto her belly.
Adam turned his head, stared at her in the dim light filtering in through the skylight. Her face, all but lost in the darkness, was a clean oval, her skin a warm, rich brown, her lips sweet and full. She had a wicked laugh and she’d looked at him like she had more than a few ideas about any secrets he might harbor. She’d looked, and she hadn’t cared.
I just divorced a son of a bitch who’d been cheating on me for eight years. I knew, and I couldn’t leave him. Now I can. She told him that, sitting across from him at the sports bar he owned, staring at him with clear eyes. This is how I burn those bridges.
He’d lifted an eyebrow at her. Just how do you burn them, Jez?
He was the only man I ever shared my bed with and I plan on changing that damn fast. I’m almost fifty years old and I don’t want the only man I’ve slept with to be a lying, cheating son of a bitch.
He was a son of a bitch, but he couldn’t be called a cheater. He’d never married, never even had a serious relationship. Again, it went back to promises. If you didn’t make them, you didn’t have to worry about breaking them.
I might be a son of a bitch, but I’m clear on the rest of it.
She’d smiled at him.
They’d ended up in her room at the B&B, not the big one in town, but a smaller, quieter one out near the river and she’d all but turned him inside out. A hungry woman, a hot woman…that should have left him too burned out to dream.
But here he was, on the edges of a desolate nightmare.
While Jez slept on.
He leaned in, brushed her cheek with his lips. “Find somebody who’ll do more than just share your bed, Jez,” he murmured.
She made a grumbling sound under her breath and then sighed, a faint smile curving her wicked, delicious mouth.
Then she shoved her face into the pillow.
He was gone in less than three minutes.
But he didn’t go home.
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September 22, 2014
Weekend News & Winners
Winner of the Sweeter than Sin ARC is Viki S. Viki, you have two weeks to claim your prize… email me at shilohwalker2011 at gmail.com and put Blog contest/Sweeter Than Sin in the subject line. Remember to include your address!
So. My weekend included this…
We went to the Cincinnati Comic Expo. Sheila with Circle of Seven invited me to join her and I had a great time. We had a panel on sexy heroes and we had a booth where we sold books and chatted with attendees and gaped at awesome costumes. C.L. Wilson had the brilliant idea to grab people and have them posing with our books.
Which I think is awesome.
Several cosplayers were more than happy to play along and we got some great pictures.
These are just a couple of them.
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September 16, 2014
Sweeter than Sin… want an early read?
It’s just a few more weeks…
Saved one of my copies for a giveaway here. Want it?
It could be said that Adam Brascum loved women.
It could be said.
But it would be off-target. Adam didn’t love women—he didn’t hate them, but he didn’t love them, either. He needed them.
The soft curves, the scent of their skin, the husky voices as they whispered to him in the night. If he worked it right, he could spent the night with any number of them, and he wouldn’t have to be alone unless he wanted.
Wouldn’t have to be alone, with just the voices in his head, the memory of a phone call, the memory of a smile, the memory of the girl he might have been able to save.
If only he’d done something.
Now, years after, when it was far too late, he was doing something. Drowning his sorrows between the thighs of just about any woman who would have him.
There had been a time when he’d drown his sorrows with a woman, along with the help of his good friend, Captain Morgan, or maybe some Jack Daniels, but that had all stopped on a cold wintry day. He could still remember the soft, sad words spoken in his ear and at the foot of a grave, he’d made a promise.
He didn’t make them often, but when he did, he kept them.
So the booze was gone.
His only vice now was women.
Lately, though, that vice wasn’t doing it for him anymore.
He didn’t even know the name of the woman in bed next to him. She was beautiful, a long, sleek woman maybe ten years older than him and she had left him feeling like she could put him through his paces for the rest of the night. He’d slept maybe thirty minutes, her neck tucked against his chest, her hand resting on his stomach.
And then the nightmare hit.
He was standing in front of the house.
Just standing there.
It was dark.
It was cold.
The dimly lit windows mocked him. If he moved any closer, the lights would go out, and he’d find nothing.
But he could hear her. Her voice, whispering his name…
To enter, just tell me that last romantic suspense you read. I’m always looking for good ones.
Contest open through the end of the week! Standard disclaimer applies. Entering means you’ve read it and agreed, including the part where the winner is posted here and must check back to claim the prize within two weeks!
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September 15, 2014
Work in progress…
Or mostly finished.
If you’ve been to the website in the past few days, you probably noticed I’ve been fiddling. I get bored with it. I think I like how it looks now. I think. But if it gets weird again, bear with me.
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September 8, 2014
Around and about…
Cincinnati Comic Expo
I’ll be on a panel on Saturday 20 at 12:50. Check out more here.
In October, I’ll be at Moonlight & Magnolias in October. There’s a bookfair, open to the public, October 11, 4:30-6pm. Info. The next weekend, I’ll be in New Jersey for the New Jersey Romance Writers in Iselin, NJ. Another bookfair…open to the public, on October 18 4-5:30pm. Info
Wanna have lunch with me? Join me at the Southern Magic Luncheon in Birmingham, AL on November 1. Tickets are still available. Info.
Info on my upcoming appearances for late fall & the first part of 2015 is down in the sidebar.
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