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August 5, 2014
Newsy bits, Louisville SiNC & Snippets
Yesterday I did my first facebook party. It was exhausting. Entertaining. And a blast.
I might try one again, but I think I’ll do it over a longer period of time, with authors coming every hour instead of everything thirty minutes. Oy.
If you’ve read me for a while, you’ve probably noticed I have this odd addiction to friends to lovers romance. *Cough* Wrecked *Cough Cough* Her Best Friend’s Lover* Cough Cough* One of the Guys * Cough, cough * Her Wildest Dreams * Cough, cough* For the Love of Jazz * Cough, cough, cough* Beg Me *
And now…You Own Me.
But really, I’ve got a reason for it. It’s practically in my blood by now. I talk all about it on USA Today’s HEA blog.
If you’re in Louisville, I’m speaking this Saturday, talking writing and stuff and yes, there is a signing after.
Louisville SINC
B&N on Hurstbourne
August 9
1pm
Here’s a snippet from YOU OWN ME…and a pretty graphic. Cuz I like playing with things. Never let me near photoshop.
And you think I don’t want you.
Elizabeth felt those words echo all the way down to her soul, she’d swear it. Felt them ripple through her, all but touching her, the effect was so profound.
And he continued to stare at her, dark blue eyes locked on her face as though there was something more, something bigger, something deeper he was trying to tell her.
Shaken, she closed her eyes.
His fingers trailed down the line of her torso, then back up and she swallowed as he undid the catch on her bra.
“I dream about this,” he said and he let her hands go.
She whimpered when she realized why—both of his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples and she felt each slow circuit pulsing through her core. She’d had less shattering effects when she’d stroked herself to climax.
“These tits…Lizzie, I love these sweet, beautiful tits. I dream about tasting them and my mouth is already watering.”
Her eyes flew open at the bald, blunt statement, heat suffusing her face as he started to lower his head. His lips brushed across one nipple. “But you think I don’t want you.”
“Decker.”
She whimpered out his name, unable to do anything else as he closed his mouth around one nipple, already swollen, already drawn tight. The way he used his mouth should be outlawed. He tugged, suckled, stroked, and when she was so sensitive she didn’t think she could stand it, he caught the peak between his teeth and lightly bit down.
If he hadn’t reached up at the last moment to cover her mouth, her garbled shout would have been heard clear through the door.
“Shhh,” he whispered against her flesh. “Have to be quiet, sweet Lizzie…”
Quiet? She barely understood the meaning of the word—any words just then.
Her mouth fell open under his fingers and he slid one along the curve of her lip, then inside. Instinctively, she sucked on it and he groaned against her breast before he straightened. With his free hand, he caught her hip, dragged her closer to the edge of the desk.
“I’ve dreamed about that, too,” he said, gaze locked on her mouth now as she drew his finger in. He tugged it out and then let her suck it back inside, repeating the process over and over. “I dream about your mouth, tasting it…and then seeing you put that pretty mouth on me. Everywhere. Any way. The thought’s enough to turn my balls blue…but you think I don’t want you.”
He tugged his finger free and a gasp hissed out of her as he traced his damp finger around the nipple he’d neglected, over and over until it peaked and pulsed in time with the other.
She closed her eyes when he slid his hand lower, his fingers ghosting along the edge of her panties. “And here.” He pressed his mouth to her neck. “I can tell you more, Lizzie. Do you want me to?”
Yes.
No.
I don’t know.
All three answers leaped to her lips and when he lifted his head, dark blue eyes searching her face, she jerked her head away.
“No.” He cupped her chin, guiding her face back to his. “You think I don’t want you…I want you to see just how much I do. You have to see.”
He brought her hand to his chest and once more, she could feel his heart slamming away against her hand. “That’s for you,” he said, his hold loose, easy. It stayed that way even as he went to guide her hand lower.
She could pull away at any time.
She could.
Except…she couldn’t.
Even when shocked hunger stabbed into her as he folded her hand around his cock, she couldn’t pull away, couldn’t think about it. “That’s for you,” he said, his voice lower, harsher. “I’m so hard I hurt with it, but you think I don’t want you.”
Elizabeth swallowed, shaken in ways she couldn’t describe, her hand convulsively tightening around the heavy length of his cock while her core ached, while wetness gathered there and need twisted inside her like a coil.
“But…”
Cut adrift when he tugged her hand away, then backed away, she stared at him. Cold swept through her and she would have wrapped her arms around her body if she could have moved.
“I’m not making love to you when you’re heartbroken about that dickless wonder Noel,” Decker said, and his voice went tight, laced with too much emotion for her to decipher. His hands curled into fists at his side as he stared at her. “I’d do almost anything for you, but I can’t be your toy while you try to forget about him and how he just broke your heart.”
He turned away.
The black of his tattoos seemed almost stark against skin that was normally gold as he strode toward the door.
“Deck,” she said, the words coming out in a painful whisper.
Common sense warned, Don’t. It’s easier this way. You made yourself forget for a reason, remember?
Yeah.
She’d made herself forget.
And look where it had led her.
Shoving off the desk, she lurched after Decker just as he reached for the doorknob.
“He couldn’t have broken my heart,” she said at his back.
He tensed.
Don’t walk away, she thought, realized she was so close to begging. What would he say if he knew the truth—that truth she’d hidden for so long?
The only person who could ever break my heart is you…
But she couldn’t tell him that. Couldn’t ever tell Decker.
The door’s hinges groaned as he tugged the door open. Grabbing the edges of her sweater, she forced herself to admit the truth—that ugly truth that she’d admitted as Noel had stormed out of her shop, the ugly truth she’d admitted as she cried on Decker’s shoulder.
That ugly truth that some part of her had come to accept over the past few weeks…a truth she’d hidden from, until today.
“I never loved Noel, Decker.”
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August 4, 2014
YOU OWN ME… releases today!
Snippet!
Back arched, Decker thrust his cock into the grip of his own hand, sweat gleaming on his body, jaw locked as he worked himself closer and closer to orgasm.
A single, clear drop of fluid leaked out and he used his thumb, smearing it across the swollen head. In his mind, it wasn’t his hand working him closer to climax.
It was Lizzie, always Lizzie. It had been her for years. For always.
Her eyes, that wide, warm dark brown, lingered on his face, before running down his body, stopping…
Come on, sweet Lizzie…
The phone rang. He snarled, swore—grabbed the phone to throw it, but then he saw the image on the display. That face…it had Decker fighting conflicting, simultaneous urges. Of course, Lizzie filled him with all sorts of conflicting, simultaneous urges and she had ever since…oh, hey, eleventh grade.
They were the most incongruous of friends, a fact he knew all too well. But the woman on the other end of the phone was his best friend, and the one thing he couldn’t do was ignore her call.
Even if it did come at an inconvenient time.
With his free hand, he grabbed the phone. The sound of her soft, almost too sweet voice was a mental caress, but all thoughts of heat and sex fled as the words tripped out of her. He gave his cock one more rough stroke and then let go.
“Deck…hey. I…um. Can you come get me? I need a ride home.”
He shoved himself off the bed, staring at the clock. “I thought you had your big anniversary thing tonight. What’s up?”
A watery laugh drifted over the line. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. Just…can you come?”
“Where are you?”
She told him and his hand tightened on the phone. Right outside the house of the asshole she was dating. And said asshole was behind the misery Decker heard in her voice, too. He knew that without asking.
Decker was a selfish bastard because he wanted, more than anything, to hear that she’d broken up with Noel.
He’d been a year too late…and he’d lost his chance.
He’d been counting down the time, looking forward to every letter she sent, looking forward to every visit, every phone call, but he hadn’t told her. It hadn’t seemed the time.
And then it was too late.
Just like always.
“Gimme fifteen minutes,” he said. “Call me if you have even a bit of trouble.”
“I will. Deck? Thank you.”
He grunted and hung up, the muscles in his big body going rock hard at the thought of seeing her.
His semi-hard cock came to full attention and he shot it a dark look. “You’re just going to have to wait.”
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August 3, 2014
So. I made my kids do this…
O.O
They got chibi’d. As the Avengers & Loki. Black Widow, Iron Man & Loki.
My Kids. Chibi’d
We went to Fandom Fest in Louisville. It was fun. It was expensive, but fun.
The best part? Seeing my kids chibi’d…and then…this.
One of my favorite shows as a kid was the Showtime series Robin Hood. I loved it. LOVED IT. I had two characters I really liked…neither were Robin Hood. There was Will Scarlet. And then…Nasir. I LOVED Nasir. Nasir was bad ASS. Like whoa and damn bad-ass.
So we were at the con and I saw Bumblebee. As in awesome alien robot Bumblebee right? I want to go get one of the decals for my car and maybe a picture. I’m looking around and I see this picture…
It’s in the booth along with transformers stuff….yanno, the guy who I assume did Bumblebee’s voice. My brain starts making all these little connections.
Bumblebee, that awesome robot was voiced by Nasir…aka Mark Ryan.
And I got to meet him. My kids saw me geeking out. So, bonus points…I embarrassed my kids, too.
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July 31, 2014
Facebook type of party…also, for you guys…
So instead of a blog hop, I’m trying a facebook party for YOU OWN ME’s release.
If you’re on FB, you can join us here.
Also, for those who aren’t on FB, if you’d like a chance to get the book before it’s available for sale, leave your name in comments. One person will get a copy. Contest is going to be quick since I keep forgetting to do this. Sorry…back to school chaos and madness is driving me…well. Mad.
Make sure you read the disclaimer.
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Sweeter than Sin is up on Netgalley!
Bloggers and reviewers… if you wanna know about the hot mess that is Adam, go ye therefore and request!
PRETTY PLEASE… there are huge spoilers in this book for those who haven’t read the first one…and, well those waiting on it. So if you do read it, and review, please keep that in mind and let people know if you’re posting spoilers. Pretty please?
snippet!
Adam didn’t know what drove him.
He didn’t hear anything.
He didn’t see anything.
But awareness rippled through him, his skin prickling as he slowly lowered his hands and lifted his head, staring up through the night at the darkened house before him.
There, at the window of the room he’d given her. He saw nothing, save the ripple of the curtain, the pale material pulled back.
Then, something shifted and she appeared. All he could see was her hand as she lifted it, pressed it to the glass.
The next few seconds were just a haze on his memory. He didn’t remember crossing the sidewalk, unlocking the door. He might have ran, raced the entire way and he could believe it, because when he came to a halt in the doorway of her room, it seemed like an eternity later, like an instant later, and his breath came in harsh, ragged pants.
She stared at him.
If she’d looked worried or nervous or startled, he could have turned and walked away.
She just stared at him, the sexy, sleek, horn-rimmed glasses a shield, hiding luminous eyes. In the dim light of the room, he couldn’t clearly make out her face but he didn’t need to. Every feature was etched on his memory. From then to now. He could recall her in detail.
He crossed the floor to her, his boots thudding on the floor, his heart thudding against his chest and his breath still coming in harsh, uneven rasps.
He reached up and pulled the glasses off, waited for her to do something, say something.
She should, he thought. She would. She wasn’t one of the women who came to him for this, who know what he was…
Suddenly shame twisted in him.
Rita had needed just that from last night. Comfort. A friend in the night. If he’d let her turn to him, maybe she’d be alive. But he hadn’t been able to give it to her and now she was gone.
And he didn’t care. Oh, he cared about the fact that his friend was gone, but instead of mourning her like he knew he should, what he wanted to do was just reach for her and have what he’d wanted, needed. As he worried, as he wondered, as he needed and prayed and tried to lose himself in everybody but the woman he wanted.
Adam looked down, stared at the glasses he held. Walk away. He needed to do that.
He needed to walk away, if for no other reason than because he needed to be able to live with himself in the morning. He was used to being used. He used plenty of women. He had to do something to numb the pain, smother the guilt. But he couldn’t use her—she was the source of his pain, his guilt, his need…his everything. And it would kill something inside him if she just wanted to use him.
Swallowing the bitter ache that had settled in his throat, he blindly shoved the glasses at her.
She caught his hands. One gently took the glasses.
The other curved over his wrist.
He stared, mesmerized as she slid a hand up his forearm, pausing to scrape her nail along one of the chainlinks he’d inked onto his skin over the years. His skin burned under her touch. Walk away…walk…
Only he didn’t know if he could. Not now. He would lose all self respect in the morning, but he had so little left anyway, what did it matter? It would kill something inside him, but there wasn’t anything there worth saving.
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July 28, 2014
Just another manic monday…
So… who has that song in their head now? Me, too! You’re welcome! Now I have to go look up the song…I haven’t listened to the Bangles in years.
Yesterday was my 18th wedding anniversary.
The guy bought me this… he picked it up at Gifts Inn Boonsboro while we were in town for the signing.
I saw it and was like WANT WANT WANT…of course, he wouldn’t just buy it then, even thought I told him I knew he was looking for an anniversary gift for me.
He went and got it when I was otherwise engaged.
I did get it yesterday, though, on our anniversary, along with roses. 
We went to church and I spent about half the morning dealing with an asthma attack-I think somebody had on some sort of weird perfume. It wasn’t strong, per se, but something about it seemed to set me off and I don’t even know what. FYI, asthma suck-eth muchly. We took the kids out to lunch then spent half the day grocery & school supply shopping. Awesome celebration, right? Although the trip to Boonsboro, driving through the mountains was really our anniversary type of thing.
We did go out for a movie..saw Hercules which I have to admit, I liked a lot. It had a different twist to it, but I still liked.
We had more than a few people say something like…eighteen years…wow, that’s a record anymore, which makes me sad. I know people who’ve been together 40+ years and I want to be looking at my guy on our 40th. I posted on my FB page that one of the best decisions I ever made was when I said I do eighteen years ago and I completely mean that.
Today starts the crazy for getting ready for back to school. Open house, haircuts, blah blah blah. It’s been a short summer, but I’m kinda ready for them to get back to school. I need my routine back.
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Louisville folks… I’m talking books and publishing and suspense and what-not at the Hurstbourne Lane Barnes & Noble on August 9th. Please come talk to me so I’m not lonely. I’m talking for the Louisville chapter of Sisters In Crime (SINC) and it’s free and open to the public.
Louisville SINC
B&N on Hurstbourne
August 9
1pm
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Just one week until YOU OWN ME… Decker is a hot and dirty mess. Lizzie was a little different to write, a little less sure of herself but it’s fun to write characters outside your normal.
here…snippet!
But staring into Decker’s eyes, she saw something she hadn’t seen there in…well, ever. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him vulnerable. Reluctant, nervous, scared, determined, arrogant, angry…and now, hot, hungry and ferocious.
But had she ever glimpsed that vulnerability in his eyes.
She didn’t think she had.
Hesitantly, she reached up and rested a hand on his chest. “Well, my brain is still spinning over…this.”
He cocked a brow at her lame explanation. Then he closed his fingers around her wrist. “It’s okay, sugar,” he murmured. He pressed a kiss to her palm and then backed away. “If you want to forget you let me fuck you on that desk, you go ahead.”
He turned away.
She leaped off and caught his arm as he went to fasten his belt.
He tensed, but didn’t turn.
So she went around him.
“I said my brain was spinning,” she said. She wished, and not for the first time, she had his confidence. His strength. Even a tenth of it. But she didn’t.
But she had to find the guts to say this.
“And it is.” Instead of looking up into his eyes, she focused on his hands. The tail of the Chinese dragon curled up around his right wrist before ending over the back of his hand and she reached out, trailing the tips of her fingers over the scales, almost delicately done. “But I can tell you, I’m not ever going to look at my desk without thinking about…this. I can’t believe we did that.”
She covered his other hand with hers and tugged his hands from his belt buckle, moving in closer. She pressed a kiss to his chest, to the flicking tail of the tiger, along the lean, powerful body there. “And yeah…I’m kinda embarrassed thinking that somebody out there heard. But that doesn’t mean I regret it, or want to forget.”
Decker caught her upper arms in his hands.
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July 23, 2014
Bookseller? Can I add you to my promo list?
FYI, this list is only for booksellers working in a store and librarians. I’m not using it to send out ARCs, bunches of swag, etc. It’s for new release info. So if you’re not working in a bookstore or a library, you can ignore me today.
If you do work in a library or bookstore and would like to maybe get put on my list for new release info and maybe receive bookmarks from me when I have them to send out, would you please email me?
It’s shilohwalker2011 (at) gmail.com NO SPACES! I need the name of your store/library and the physical address.
I’ll be sending out a mailing for SWEETER THAN SIN soon, so if you’d like to receive it, please let me know soon!
Thank you!
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July 22, 2014
So… my trip to Turn the Page
First, it was beyond amazing.
The line looked something like this…
Image | Emily @ Inn Boonsboro
Speaking of the Inn… a shot from my room
The inn is gorgeous
They start handing out tickets at ten. We stay until all people with a ticket have their books signed. I was told that’s generally until 3-4.
We were still going strong with the AC kicked off at 6. The last book was signed around 6:30. I was planning a funeral for my hands for Monday, but they revived sometime Sunday night on the drive back.
We also visited Vesta Pizza (which is awesome) and Dan’s Taphouse (which is awesome) and Gifts Innsboro (oh my goodness… the pretties in there!).
I met some readers I’ve talked with online, and so many new readers… it was such a blast and everybody was so unbelievably kind. The day was unbelievably long, but people just kept on smiling and being so polite. It was just…amazing. The staff at both the Inn and TTP are outstanding.
Also… I DIDN’T FREAK OUT OVER NORA THIS TIME! I actually held it together! Of course… the guy was with me and when I started to stutter, he nudged me in the back and said, Stop it already. Yep. He grounds me.
We spent the evening chatting at the Inn and I got to see several more of the rooms, because some lovely people were lovely and let me see. Talked about Scotland with a few of the guests and chatted with Maya Banks for a while and then collapsed into what might be the most amazing tub in the history of the world.
If you ever have the chance to go to a signing there, please do. It’s so lovely. At some point, I have every intention of going back.
Also, if you can stay at the Inn? DO IT!
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July 17, 2014
Turn the Page…I’m heading your way! Signing Saturday!
Saturday I’m signing at Turn the Page. I think you’ve still got time to pre-order personalized books if you can’t attend. They ship across the globe. I’d love to sign a book for you.
Info!
Turn the Page Bookstore
19th Anniversary Book Signing
with Nora Roberts, Linda Lael Miller, Maya Banks & more
July 19th 12-2pm
Boonsboro, MD
Want signed books from me?
We leave today. It’s our anniversary. Taking the scenic route on the drive there.
If you can attend, I’d love to meet you!
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July 15, 2014
Brotherhood of the Rose
So, I met David Morrell at RT. Twice. Actually chatted with him in line for a little while and didn’t make a doofus of myself the second time.
David Morrell wrote FIRST BLOOD…Rambo, guys. He created Rambo!
I got a copy of THE BROTHEDHOOD OF THE ROSE and pretty much gobbled it down.
It’s awesome. If you read outside romance, check it out.
Image via BN. Check it out.
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