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Weekly Wrap-up

 

I’m mostly done with rewriting Wrecked 3.  That’s the title for now. Wrecked 3.  Trey’s story is harder.  He’s been through more-widowed, plus some stuff that happened after his wife’s death, so he’s tired, sadder.  And his heroine…yeah, well.  She’s a mess.

I posted covers!  Did you see?

I have pretty mens this week!

Who is prettier?  Decker from YOU OWN ME or he who is nameless from DARKER THAN DESIRE?  Hmmm?  I can’t decide.  Both of them are hot and sexy messes, but DARKER THAN DESIRE is really going to to appeal to those who like their heroes tortured.  YOU OWN ME is a friends to lovers, because yeah…I can’t write enough of those.

I have a winner…Danielle M won a signed copy of DEEPER THAN NEED.  :) Please email me at shilohwalker2011 at gmail.com (no spaces) with your addy!

Now…may I present this daughter/daddy duet of LET IT GO? AKA…the best thing on the internet.

 

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Isn’t he pretty? You Own Me

It had always been her…

Ten years had passed since the doors slammed shut behind Decker Calhoun, taking away his freedom, but more importantly, locking him away from Elizabeth Waters, the only woman he’d ever loved—the woman he’d given up everything for. The day he was sentenced, he’d looked at her and said, No regrets, Lizzie.

But he lied, because he did have one. Although he’s been out of jail for three years now, he was a year too late. Lizzie never knew how he felt and just months before he was released, she found somebody else and it’s too late.

Or maybe not. It seems that Lizzie’s boyfriend wants an open relationship and two can play at that game. Now all Decker has to do is convince Lizzie that he’s the better man…and has been all along.

Releasing in August.  (self published)

It will be going up for pre-order shortly.  I’ll be notifying those who requested to review here in a few days.  At this time, I won’t be taking any more review requests.  My hands are going to kind of die sending out the ARCs as is.

 

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Snarling, he tore his mouth from hers and jerked away, sitting at the far end of the futon. With hands that shook, he rubbed at his face.

Son of a bitch.

“Lizzie…fuck. I’m sorry.”

A harsh intake of breath reached his ears and the last thing he wanted to do was face her, but that was what he made himself do.

The minute he turned his head to look at her, she surged up off the futon, moving across the small office to stand by her desk, head bowed, arms wrapped around herself. “Get out,” she said, her voice quiet.

Too quiet.

“Lizzie?”  Wincing, he climbed off the couch. “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t.”  The word was pure steel and it caught him off-guard, for a second.

But just a second. Because while Lizzie was soft and sweet, under all of that, she was steel. She always had been—he’d figured that out when he hadn’t chased her off within the first few hours of meeting her. Now, as she turned and looked at him, tears glinted in her wide, dark brown eyes, but nothing could hide the fury, and the hurt, in those eyes.

Fuck, he thought miserably. Rising from the couch, he lifted a hand only to let it fall uselessly to his side. “Lizzie, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

“I don’t want to hear it!” she shouted, cutting him off.

He had to duck to avoid the little potted orchid she sent flying his way. And damn, she still had a good throwing arm.

“Do you hear me?” she said, her voice starting to shake. “I don’t want to hear. I get it, okay?  Nobody wants me. No fucking body. I’m fine as a doormat for Noel as long as I let him treat me like shit, but he doesn’t want me. Neither do you. I get it. Okay?”

Stunned shock rippled through him as she shoved her tumbled hair back from her flushed face. Her eyes shot sparks as their gazes clashed. “I get the point. You’re a fucking hound dog and I know that. But I’m not good en—”

He caught the rest of her words with his mouth and when she went to shove him back, he caught her wrists, too. Sinking his teeth into her lower lip, he backed her up against her desk. “Not want you?” he muttered against her mouth. “Are you blind?”

She tried to turn her head and he tangled a hand in her hair, yanked it back. Her pupils flared, her mouth falling open on a startled moan. “Give me your mouth, Lizzie,” he said and then, without waiting, he took it, thrusting his tongue deep.

She bit him and he responded by letting her wrists go and catching her hips, boosting her up with one arm while he used the other to swipe out against her desk, clearing it with one careless gesture. Lizzie worked her hands between them and although he didn’t break away from her mouth, part of him held his breath—waited.

When she reached up and tangled her hands in his hair, he snarled in savage satisfaction.

Lying her down on her desk, he broke away. Her hands clutched at him and he caught them, shifted her wrists to one hand and pushed them up over her head. Then, as he held her gaze, he reached down and freed the top button of the top she wore. With each successive button, he bared more and more skin, pale, pretty skin, lush curves, her breasts cupped by silk and lace and his brain almost exploded as he flicked a look from her face downward to study those ripe curves.

“My hands are shaking,” he said, struggling to keep his voice from doing the same as he trailed his fingers along the delicate lace design of her bra, watching as a soft blush pinked her flesh and started to climb upward. “I’ve dreamed about touching you a thousand times and now I am and my hands are shaking…”

Now he looked at her, watched her throat work as she swallowed.

“And you think I don’t want you.”

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Would you like to see…

The third and final cover for the Secrets & Shadows series?

 

This is one of my more…tortured heroes, folks. This wasn’t an easy story, and he wasn’t an easy character…And that’s about all I saying about him for now.

But I’ll share this.

A hand touched his arm.

He fought the urge to react, and react with violence.

He had been forged in the fires of hell. Physical touch wasn’t welcome.  There were only a very few that he allowed to touch him.

As the woman sat down beside him, he had to force himself to relax.

She was one of the few.

Due out in March 2015

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Lacey’s Game…new-ish release 30% off

So this book had sort of a sneak release date…it’s an EC book and it ended up coming out right in the middle of deadlines, me getting ready for RT and my Secrets & Shadows releases and I didn’t really have time to prepare for the release or anything. So we’ll do it now! For those who like the older, menage style books I did with EC, this is right up your alley…. Also, it’s on sale, 30% off. Lacey’s Game Lacey Morgan is fed up and heartbroken. Her boyfriend Brogan is all about control and she’s all about breaking through his barriers. Except she can’t seem to do it. Unwilling to settle for only part of him, she takes off, figuring it’s better that way. After all, half of a relationship is worse than none. She settles in with her best friend, hot and sexy photographer Lou, figuring she’ll lick her wounds and give her heart time to heal.

Finding Lacey gone is a punch to the gut. Finding her with another guy is even worse. She isn’t interested in listening to what he has to say, though. Not unless he’s willing to strip himself bare and give up pieces of himself that died long ago.

Snippet!

Lacey stared in shock, dazed delight, in fear as Lou told Brogan the code.

“My rules.”

He won’t… He’ll come in and start a fight, or he’ll leave—

But he came in. Came to her. Went to his knees in front of her. Lacey swore, her fingers trembling as he cupped her face in his hands.

“Your rules,” he muttered. “What are they?”

“You’re willing to play by my rules now?”

He slanted his mouth over her lips and kissed her—it was a punishing kiss, the kind of kiss she’d seen him give Grace, the kind of kiss he’d never bothered to give to her. She was too soft, too fun, too innocent…

She was all but dying with the pleasure as he kissed her.

“What are your rules?” he asked again. Something swelled inside her. Hunger, so wild and raw and fierce…

Lifting up, she braced her back against Lou’s body and reached for Brogan. With eyes that practically burned, Brogan came to her and she was pressed between them.

“Do I get what I want?” she demanded, averting her face when he would have kissed her.

“Tell me what it is,” he snarled, capturing her face by the chin and jerking her back to face him. As his mouth crushed to hers, he said it again. “Tell me what you want.”

But when he went to draw her against him, she shoved him back. Brogan obliged, moving back a few steps, and she continued to watch him, her breath coming in rapid pants as she said, “Everything you can give me.”

Brogan started to reach for her but she shook her head. “No. Not yet. We’re playing this my way.”

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Razed…

So.  Whatcha think?

I don’t think we could have gotten a better model for Keelie had Keelie herself stepped right off the page.

 

And yeah, Zane looks pretty much like Zane should, too.  But Keelie was going to be a much harder match.

There’s a cover reveal going on at various blogs…um, like 50? I think?  I’m RTing them as I see them on twitter see if you follow me, you might want to follow the links, cuz I’m giving away a signed copy of WRECKED.  I’m @shilohwalker on twitter.

Here’s a longer excerpt for you guys…

 

“Zane?”

He lifted his head, saw the expression in her eyes.  Doubt, need. The doubt…fuck, he’d have to figure out how to handle that.  The need…that would lay him low.

Lowering his mouth to Keelie’s, he caught her lower lip between his teeth.  Tugged.  “Open,” he said against her lips.

Slow, he told himself again, practically screaming it.  Bracing one fisted hand against the wall, he covered her mouth with his own, shuddered as she arched against him.  Sensation raced through him from head to toe as she sucked lightly at his tongue.

He nudged her thighs wide, settled more firmly against her.

A tremor rippled through her body, the long slim body he held against his own.  Zane fought the urge to pull away and tear every last shred of her clothes away from her.

Instead, he slid one hand under the hem of the skimpy red thing she probably called a sweater and felt the smooth silk of her skin against his palm.  She shivered a little as he stroked higher and when he pulled back, she made a disappointed sound against his lips.

Lifting his head, he looked down her, absently reaching up to nudge his glasses into place.  Then he cupped her cheek in his hand.  Her lashes drooped low, shielding her gaze.

“What are we doing?” he asked, his voice gruff.

Does it matter? Get back to doing it.

The problem was, it mattered way too much.

That slow flushed crept up her neck and now, standing this close to her, he could that it started down low—if he had to make a bet, he’d imagine it started low down on the delicate slopes of her breasts and crept ever higher.  He wanted to have her naked in front of him so he could tease just to see that blush pinked her breasts, her neck, right before he kissed her again.

For a moment, he didn’t think she’d answer and then she angled her chin up, met his eyes dead-on with that cocky attitude she so often showed everybody.

“Isn’t it kind of obvious?”

He pressed his thumb to the wide, soft curve of her lower lip.

Eyes on that curve, he said, “So…what?  You here looking for a quick fuck, Keelie?”

She jerked, tried to pull away.

He didn’t let her, leaning his weight more heavily against her although he knew full well he might be tasting his balls, bloody and broken, in his throat in a moment.

“Back off,” she bit off.

“No.” He dipped his head, rubbed his lips against hers and when she averted her head, his just skimmed them along her lip.  “I’m just trying to see the picture that’s so obvious for you. I mean, I’ve been trying to get you to go out with me for…hell, three years now, if I remember right.”

Three years.  Eight month. Two weeks? Not that he was counting, really.

When she did nothing, said nothing, just watched him with those inscrutable eyes of blue and brown, he leaned in and buried his face against her hair.  Black and white again, the chunks of black framing her face.

“What’s this obvious thing I’m missing, Keelie?” he asked.

Then his eyes just about crossed, because instead of outright answering, she twined long, long legs around him and arched, pressing the heat of her sex against him and rocked.  “This…” That pink flush rode her cheeks, hotter now, brighter, while her eyes practically glittered at him.  “This.  Isn’t it obvious what’s going on?”

Zane couldn’t help it.  He caught her hips in his hands, his fingers digging into the curve of her ass as he leaned into her and rocked against her, hard, fast.  Once, twice.

She shuddered and met him.  And when he stopped, she whimpered.

He slid a hand up, closed it over her throat.  The mad beat of her pulse against his palm drove him insane.  He wanted to cover that fragile bit of skin with his mouth and bite down, suck on her skin until she shivered and whispered his name.

Instead, he said, “There are a lot of names for what this is.  A quick fuck, like I mentioned.  Keelie, that’s easy and either one of us can get it anyway.  I’ll be honest…that’s not what I want from you.”

She stiffened in his arms, the long, strong legs she’d wrapped around him easing down until she was standing on her feet before him.  He already missed the solid warmth of her weight.

Her voice, when it came, was hard and flat.  “Fine.”

 

 

Humiliation burned in her.

Rejection turned her blood to ice while her skin shrank down about two sizes too small.

She wanted to sink into the floorboards, turn into something thin and vaporous so she could just disappear.

Pushing against his chest, she focused on the navy blue polo.  “Then how about you let me go, huh?  My mistake.”

The hand on her throat didn’t move.

It should have felt threatening.

But the feel of him touching her just made her melt that much more…and it was now a heavy ache inside because he—

His lips brushed her ear.

“You want to know what I want from you?” he asked, the words velvet, stroking over her like a caress.

Keelie closed her hands into fists to keep from reaching for him. He was messing with her.  It pissed her off—and, to her disgust, it hurt.  It almost felt like a betrayal, too, because she hadn’t expected to see this in Zane.

“Back off,” she warned, putting an edge into her voice and preparing herself to make him back off.  So what if he had some moves on him?  He hadn’t seen her moves yet.  Not really.

“I want…” He slid his hand down from her throat, to rest on her chest, fingers spread wide where it rested above her heart.  “This.”

The simplicity of the gesture stunned her into passivity.

She held still as he lifted his head and stared down at her.

She blinked, not moving, as he continued to stand there, his hand on her chest.  “I want five minutes of your time…over a cup of coffee.  A hour for lunch.  I want you to pick up the phone when I call, talk with me for while,” he said, staring into her eyes while the blue-green of his gaze cut into her.

Then he leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her chest, just above the neckline of her sweater.  “I want to peel your clothes away, learn each and every one of these insanely sexy tattoos…each tattoo, and the reason behind them.  I want to know what makes you laugh, and I want to know what makes you mad.  I want to know what sort of book you’re reading whenever I’m in the office—I’ve asked, but you always toss it down when I walk by and you never answer me.”

His breath was a caress on her flesh and she broke out into goosebumps.

Her heart raced in her chest and she couldn’t even begin to understand why there was a knot in her chest.

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Giving away a signed copy…

 

 

Even before he left the alley, he saw her.

The bright banner of her hair was still pulled up and back, restrained in a neat little twist. Earlier, he’d wanted to figure out how to take it down, see all that gold fall down around her shoulders; then he wanted to fist his hands in it and take her mouth, see what she’d do just before he kissed her . . . something he was starting to think he’d really have to do before much longer.

It was a thought he had no business thinking just then, he knew, not when a guy he’d known most of his life lay dead, not when a man he called one of his friends sat just across the street, staring out at the world like he had absolutely no idea where he was, who he was.

Trinity had no idea Noah was there, still gripping the phone. He stood there, mesmerized, unable to look away. “Noah, are you there?” she asked, her voice soft. Soft and steady, but it broke the spell.

Tearing his eyes away, he shifted his attention and looked around until he found Hank. “I’m here. I’m just across the street. I’ll be there in a minute. Go ahead and hang up, angel.”

It slipped out of him without him realizing it until he’d already disconnected. But there was no taking it back. Her head turned, and across the street their gazes locked and connected.

It was the sort of connection that just went all the way through him, too, and he could tell just by looking at her that she felt it, too. He felt it echo through him, from his head down to the soles of his feet, and every inch in between, centering square in his chest…and a little lower as the blood settled low in his groin and started to pulse, hot and heavy.

The air in his lungs felt superheated. The air around him felt charged.

All from a look.

What would happen if he went to her then? he wondered. If he touched her then. If he… what …what would he do? It had been twenty years since he’d even wanted to feel some sort of connection, and back then it had been easy.

Everything with Lana had been easy. He’d been young and stupid and naïve…and in love. Life had been simple then, and now it was anything but. Then, he hadn’t had any idea what it was to hurt.

Things with Trinity would be anything but easy. He was older, more tired, and even though the feelings he had for her were spiraling far out of control, and fast, life was not even close to simple and he’d spent too much time knowing nothing but hurt. Loneliness.

But he still couldn’t cut her out of his mind. Somehow, she’d worked herself into the very fabric of his soul.

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Coming soonish… friends to lovers, ex-con hero sort of story…

 

Title TBA…

Cover coming soonish…

Self-publishing it and probably looking at sometime late this summer.  It’s a contemporary romance, and a novella, and it is hotter.  Maybe not Tori & Declan or Whipped Cream Handcuffs hot, but it’s still hot.

 

I have a blurb!

It had always been her…

Ten years had passed since the doors slammed shut behind Decker Calhoun, taking away his freedom, but more importantly, locking him away from Elizabeth Waters, the only woman he’d ever loved—the woman he’d given up everything for.  The day he was sentenced, he’d looked at her and said, No regrets, Lizzie.

But he lied, because he did have one.  Although he’s been out of jail for three years now, he was a year too late.  Lizzie never knew how he felt and just months before he was released, she found somebody else and it’s too late.

Or maybe not.  It seems that Lizzie’s boyfriend wants an open relationship and two can play at that game.  Now all Decker has to do is convince Lizzie that he’s the better man…and has been all along.

 

Oh…also, here’s a shortish, dirty kind of 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, smeared it across the swollen head, while 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, wide and shocked, lingering on him, 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 stroke, 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.

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Back from vacation…and is summer over yet?

The kids are into their second week of break. I’m already going bonkers.

We got back from Williamsburg.  I took a bunch of pictures. If you wanna see, you can find them at my tumblr.  Here’s one of my better ones.

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Just a reminder… the Kindle version of RAZED (wrecked 2) is only $5.99. Don’t know how long that will last, so it’s a good time to pre-order. Amazon

 

If you’ve won a prize from me, I’m either emailing books/downloads or mailing boxes/books out today and tomorrow.  Thanks for being patient…!

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Price drop on RAZED… :)

Hey guys… the price has dropped for RAZED on Amazon.  If you pre-order, now is probably the best time to do it.  It’s $5.99 and it’s not likely it will drop any lower…that’s 25% off the regular price.

Here’s a snippet…

He eased back, gave her some space. “Looking for space.” He shrugged and tapped the paper. “I quit my job. Going to give the photography thing a real go. Looking to set up here.”

She blinked, her gaze blank.

He braced himself, uncertain what she might say. So far, he’d face everything from cautious optimism to outright skepticism.

Keelie stared at him for a long moment and then, a smile bowed her lips. “Well. It’s about damn time.”

The calm, easy confidence in those words hit him like a bolt. Straight to the chest. He sucked in a breath, kept it steady out of sheer force of well. “Hey, I figured I’ve screwed around long enough.”

“You made the move on your own time.” She shrugged, looking more at ease.

“That’s how I roll.” He watched as she toyed with the sleeve on her coffee cup. “Keelie?”

She shot him a look. “Yeah?”

This time, he didn’t give her a chance to prepare. He closed the distance, caught her lower lip between his teeth. “I’ve asked about two hundred times, I figure. Maybe this time you’ll say yes.”

Say yes…she stared at him, blood rushing, all but humming in her veins. And her mouth burned from that teasing, not-quite-kiss.

He hadn’t even asked and she was ready to say yes.

“You free for dinner tonight?”

A fist settled in her chest. She had to force the words out around it. “I think maybe we can do dinner.”

“Good. Then I can do this.”

Her heart started to stutter as he slowly, oh, so slowly, kissed her.

It absolutely wasn’t the kind of kiss he should be doing in the middle of a coffee shop, she thought. Because it was the kind of kiss that made her want, made her crave for so much more.

And then, all thought ceased and all she could do was curl as close to him as she could possibly get. It really wasn’t close enough.

 

Links!

 

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Have you heard about Necrolectric?  It’s a new webseries from my friend(s) Ashleigh Raine…paranormal and romance.  Cool, yeah?

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