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July 8, 2013
So this happened,Devious Maids, Susan Lucci & Me…sorta
KindleFirst a reader on twitter told me. So I downloaded the episode off amazon… you can watch for free on their site, but my connection was wonky.
It happens about 20 minutes in.
I screencapped from my amazon viewing screen.
Viola. That’s Susan Fricking Lucci. Reading my book… If You Hear Her.
If you can’t see it, click on it. It should make the full size come up. Or go here.
So I’ve been a dork about it. All day long.
My winners
KindleJust a reminder, in order to claim prizes, as my disclaimer states, you have two weeks, once they get posted to the blog.
The winners of the ARC of The Unwanted…
Winnie, who posted:
Hope you have a lovely birthday!
Sue Peace who posted
Happy Birthday to you, Shiloh!!! Hope you are spoiled and have a fantastic day!!
Evelyn, who posted:
Happy birthday!
Winner of Nalini’s signed copy of Angels’ Blood…
Cheryl S, who posted…
Thank you for the giveaway! Signed books are treasures for this reader Awesome!!!
Folks, please email me at shilohwalker2011 at gmail.com. Cheryl, since your prize is a physical book, I’ll need your mailing addy!
Those who won the ARC, let me know if you’d prefer PDF, Kindle, or epub. Thanks!
July 6, 2013
Small Town…Birthday Bash
KindleSaturday Snippet… and we’re doing this in a weird way, because it’s my birthday and I wanna.
If you comment, you get entered for an ARC of The Unwanted. These two are kinda sorta connected.
This is from The Innocent, another FBI short that I just finished. It’s a small town, but no town you’d ever want to live in.
The very last person he’d expected to see in Hell was Jay Roberts.
As she turned around and gave him a slow smile, he was hard-pressed to do anything but stare for almost a minute. Her hair, a pale, almost white blonde, was colored in streaks of blue and pink here and there. It might have looked silly on some, but it just suited her.
Half-way down her neck, he could see where her tattoos started and just like the first time when he’d see her—only in a picture, of course—he wanted to peel her clothes away and learned each and every one of those tattoos, each and every curve. Killer curves, deadly attitude.
And the attitude he’d sensed in their online communication, and picked up on even more in their phone and skype sessions was every bit as sharp as he’d suspected.
A slow smile curved her lips and he wanted to cross the floor, grab her and cover her mouth with his. Taste her, like he’d wanted for almost a year.
He’d waited that long to finally meet her.
And now he’d life was in shambles and Lloyd Pritchard was threatening to put his hands on her.
Lloyd was an idiot.
But then again, he always had been.
He just might an idiot without arms or legs if he touched Jay.
His heart, so bitter and broken over the past few months, gave a slow, ragged beat in his chest. Part of him wanted to go to his knees in front of her and wrap his arms around her waist, press his face to her belly. She would listen. She would talk him through this and he wouldn’t hear any of the false sympathy, the false hopes—there was no hope. He was a cop. He knew what was going on.
The other part of him just wanted to tell her to get her ass back in the car and go back to her nice, safe little job in Dallas.
He had no place for her in his world now.
Although he had to admit, she didn’t exactly fit into the safe little picture he’d had in mind. She’d sent him a few pictures, and although the blonde hair was right, it was done through with stripes of pink and blue. Her face was the same, heart-shaped with the most fuckable mouth ever and he wanted to grab her up against him, lose himself in her.
But the look in her eyes, somehow both wary and challenging, had him keeping his distance.
She was trouble in a pair of combat boots. He’d figured that out even as he’d caught his first glimpse of her through the plate glass window. He hadn’t recognized her from outside.
The soft, throaty voice, a little too rough, a little too raspy, stroked against his senses like a caress and he wanted to kick everybody out of the gas station and ask her why she was here.
Instead, he forced his mind away from the skin-skimming clothes and shifted his attention to Lloyd and his pack of ass-kissing hyenas.
She’d been about five seconds away from a whole world of trouble and he suspected she knew it. The new sheriff wouldn’t get off his ass to scratch it and city police force consisted of exactly two full time cops and one part time. None of them were worth the price of two postage stamps.
The best thing Linc could do was get her out of here. It seemed like the rest of the world had forsaken this town. Maybe God had, too.
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I’ll draw some winners to receive an ARC. It’s due out July 30. Nothing is required to enter, but if you win, reviews posted to Amazon or BN would be lovely. Winners will be posted to the site next week, you must check back to see if you win, etc, etc, etc. Disclaimer is here, if you enter, that means you’ve read it and agree.
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July 4, 2013
Happy Fourth
July 3, 2013
This, That & The Other
KindleA doubler giveaway! I found this on my bookshelf…it’s signed by Nalini so I think I must have bought it for a giveaway and forgot. Oops!
Want it? Leave a comment below. It’s the first in the series, so if you haven’t read them, you’re fine to start here. And you should. Start here, I mean. Read these books. They are awesome. Read the disclaimer… winner name will be posted to the blog, sometime next week and you have to check back to see if you’ve won. I do not email the winner. Entering means you’ve read and agree to the disclaimer. Do not post this to sweepstakes sites, either.
Thank you.
Other stuff! Look it… Kindle posted me to their blog!
A bunch of my Berkley books look to be marked down over at Amazon. Wrecked is $7.49, The Protected is up for preorder at $8.89, The Reunited is $8.89, etc. It’s not a lot…some of them are only 50 cents cheaper, others are a dollar or so cheaper. But hey, every bit helps, right? The link takes you to my Amazon page. Doesn’t look like the other sites have the same price at this time.
And, last but not least, Broken Blade is up for pre-order. There’s a snippet over at my J.C Daniels site. Other links will be posted as they go live.
Don’t forget to comment if you want the Nalini book!
July 2, 2013
Lost in Love…snippet
KindleJust a note…both of these books are already in ebook, separately… the titles are A Forever Kind of Love and Playing for Keeps. If you want them in print, they are together in Lost in Love…
Snippet from A FOREVER KIND OF LOVE
“I’ve got to get away from here for a while, Chase,” she said after a minute. “You remember how you said you couldn’t breathe? Back when you left here after graduation? I get that, because lately? I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t focus. Every time I think I’m doing a little better, somebody comes up and pats me on the back… ‘There, there, poor, poor Zoe. You’ve been through so much, but it will get better. You’re young, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you…’”
A bitter smile twisted her lips. “Yeah. My whole life—a life I’d planned on spending with Roger and now, I don’t know what to do with it.”
For the longest time, Chase was silent. Then, slowly, he said, “So you’re just leaving. That’s going to make it better? Fix things?”
“No. It’s not going to make it better, but it will give me some time to heal…on my own. Let me get my head on straight, and maybe decide what I want to do. What I need to do.”
He reached out and caught her arm, coming to a stop.
Because he had a grip on her arm, when he stopped, so did she. Ignoring the way his touch made her heart race, she stared past him and tried to smile, tried to focus on anything but the way she was feeling inside.
Broken…desperate…so full of need for him. Again.
“So you leave. You just leave?” he said.
Don’t look at him, she thought. Don’t look at him. As long as you don’t look at him, you’ll be okay.
Two seconds later, she found herself staring into his dark, dark eyes, her heart racing, her mouth dry.
“I don’t just leave,” she said hoarsely. “But it’s what I need to do.”
His hand came up, stroked down her jaw. “Let me come with you. You don’t need to be alone right now.”
His head came closer, closer…
Abruptly, she realized he just might kiss her but then she jerked away.
Not very far, because he still held her arm. As if he’d realized where they were, he looked up and around, and swore. Then he was pulling her into a store. It took almost a full minute to realizewhat store—his store. By that time, they were in the back of it, tucked inside his private office.
“Don’t leave, Zoe,” Chase said, quietly, staring at her.
Time fell away and she felt like she was lost, staring into his eyes. And she hated it. Closing her hands into a fist, she rubbed her wedding ring with her thumb. Her wedding ring…the ring Roger had put on her finger after Chase had walked away from her.
She’d been eighteen, and so in love with him…when he’d walked away, it had almost killed her.
Don’t leave me, Chase…the echo of her voice danced in her mind.
Clenching her jaw, she blocked that voice out of her mind, locked those memories away. She didn’t have to go back there, especially not right now. She forced herself to take a slow, deep breath, forced herself not to look away from his eyes, forced herself not to turn away—run away.
Part of her wanted to do just that.
An equal part of her wanted to go to him, wrap her arms around his neck and just let him hold her. She knew he would.
Chase wasn’t going to disappear again. Whatever it was that had made him leave all those years ago, it was no longer an issue. He was home to stay and he seemed happy here.
Leaning on him, though, that wasn’t the answer.
“Zoe?”
“I have to go,” she said softly, meeting his eyes. That dark, dark blue stared into hers, unblinking, unwavering.
“Why?”
Sighing, she tucked the information from Mitzi into her purse, then tossed her purse onto his desk. Then she rubbed her temple. A familiar, nagging headache brewed behind her eyes and she wanted, desperately, to curl up somewhere dark and quiet and sleep. For a week.
She definitely didn’t want to be having this discussion with Chase.
“Has it occurred to you that it’s fabulously ironic, you asking me that question?” she asked absently.
She glanced at him, watched the dull rush of blood rise up his cheeks.
Part of her felt bad about that, but another part of her, that small, petty part she wasn’t proud of, it felt like dancing. Good…feel guilty. You know how much it hurt when I realized you weren’t coming back?
And deep, deep inside, part of her wanted to hide away from all of that knowledge, but it was bad, bad, and very bad that it mattered at all. If she had ever been able to put him away, if she had ever been able to not think of him, maybe she could get over him.
“Fifteen years ago, I asked you not to leave me,” she murmured, staring off into the distance, remembering that day. She could remember it so vividly. In vivid, crystalline clarity—
The way the summer sun beat down on her shoulders as she walked outside when she heard him pull up.
The way he’d smiled at her—a sad, strained kind of smile.
His words.
I’m leaving, Zo.
And she remembered how she’d begged him. Begged him not to leave, begged him to take her with him.
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June 30, 2013
Now You See Me
KindleSaw this with Bratlet. It was pretty damn good. Great twist at the end. I though there was another one…this was better.

Now You See Me
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June 29, 2013
Author’s Choice! Lost in Love…
KindleThis is from Playing for Keeps…that is out in ebook now…or you can get it in print next week, along with A Forever Kind of Love.
Rain pelted down all around, soaking his hair, soaking through his clothes, puddling under his feet as he came to a stop at the back of Dana’s house.
She was soaked through, too, but she did things for that wet T-shirt that were just plain torture. Her nipples thrust against the white cotton, hard and erect, and the wet material clung to the slopes of her breasts, her trim torso and flat belly, clinging to her hips and making it all too clear that she wasn’t wearing anything under the T-shirt. It stopped at her thighs and left the long, golden length of her legs bare.
Water droplets clung to her legs as she sauntered his way, smiling at him through the rain. “Hey, Jake…”
“Sorry. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” Forcing the words past his tight throat, he met her pale golden gaze and shook his head, backing away. “The…ah…the storm. It’s knocked out all the power…”
Mason, the guy she’d been dating off and on since the past summer, slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Over her shoulder, Mason smiled at him, apparently not the least bit concerned about Dana’s all-but-bare breasts, or the fact that Jake was all but drooling over them.
Dana leaned back against Mason and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Hmmmm…I’m just fine, Jake.” She slipped away from Mason and came towards him with a smile on her face. She stopped just a few feet away, and tipped her head back to the sky. She wobbled on her legs and ending up falling against Mason with a giggle. “I love thunderstorms.”
He knew that. She’d always loved thunderstorms, even when they’d been children and other kids would run inside to hide. Dana’s parents would have to drag her in out of the rain and watched her like crazy to make sure she didn’t slip back outside.
Smoothing a hand up her side, Mason steadied Dana on her feet before grinning in Jake’s direction. “We were playing truth and dare.” There was a smirk in Mason’s eyes, a look that made it more than clear that he knew what Jake was thinking, even if Dana was blind to it.
Just barely, he managed to keep from sneering at Mason as he replied, “I stopped playing games a long time ago.”
Dana giggled and wiggled free from Mason’s arms again. “You should play more, Jake.” She stumbled against him, braced her hands on his chest. Lifting her face to him, she smiled and pressed her lips to his. “Wanna play with us?”
Us? Reaching up, he closed his fingers over her upper arms, eased a few inches between them. Hell, he’d play with her any day of the week if she’d stopped seeing him as her friend, her old boyfriend from high school. “You look like you’ve done enough playing for a while. How much have you had to drink, Dana?”
She pursed her lips and cocked her head. “Two margaritas. One. Two.”
Despite the jealous anger burning inside him, he had to laugh. “You’re such a cheap drunk.” He slanted a look over her shoulder, met Mason’s gaze. “I take it you’re not worried about the electricity being out.”
Mason grinned. “We’re doing just fine.”
Nodding, he let go of Dana’s arms but before he could leave, she threw her arms around his neck. “Awww, don’t go, Jake.”
Then she kissed him.
Hot, full-on and hungry, she kissed him. Her breasts went flat against his chest, her hands tangled in his hair and as rain pelted down around them, she just about turned him into a raving madman. Quick, hungry kisses, soft, strong hands pushed under his shirt and teased the skin of his back. Her soft belly cradled his cock. She moaned into his mouth and then sank her teeth into his lower lip. “Come on, Jake…play with us. Just while the storm lasts…I dare you.”
While the storm lasts…
He reached up and wrapped his fingers around her wrists, tugged them down. “Dana, you’re drunk.”
She poked her lip out in a sexy pout. “Not that drunk…I just want to play.” Her gaze slid down, lingered on his cock, stiff as a poker and so damned hot and hard he hurt with it. “You wanna play, too, Jake. I can tell.”
Tearing his gaze away from her face, he glared at Mason. “You want to give me a hand here?”
Mason shrugged, slid a hand down his chest. Rain continued to pour down on them in a deluge, running in rivulets into their eyes. “She’s not drunk, McCoy. She had two margaritas and the last one was before the storm started. A good half-hour.” His bare feet were quiet on the grass as he came up behind them, cuddling his front against Dana’s all-but-naked back.
The soaking wet T-shirt she wore was no barrier at all. Not a barrier to the eyes, or anything else. She pressed against him and through it, Jake could feel the hot, hard tips of her nipples stabbing into his chest.
“Play with us,” she whispered against his lips. She licked rain from his mouth and slid her hands under his shirt, easing it up. “Play…”
Jake was a patient man. But he had his limits. As Dana met his eyes, he reached the end of his.
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June 28, 2013
Lost in love… giveaway/blog tour
KindleHowdy… my street team helped me set up a blog tour/giveaway for Lost in Love. There is a prize.
The stops are (I think…)
Viviana
Tracy
Book Monster
Romance in the Highlands
United by Books
There are some more coming up Saturday & next week. I’ll try to grab those links and post once I’m back. :) On a girls weekend with my mom and my daughters.
June 24, 2013
So I’m doing this…
KindleI’m going to try to start doing one or two more small cons/conferences a year. Not sure how it will go, but I’m going to try. First up…
Coastal Magic Convention (Feb 6-9, 2014 in Daytona Beach, FL) is a super casual, weekend party for authors and readers of urban fantasy and paranormal romance fiction. There will be panels, meet & greets, and random tomfoolery. The schedule will be designed to give readers plenty of time to hang out with their favorite authors, and chat about the stories with other fans. A charity book signing will be open to attendees and the public. Please check the event website at http://CoastalMagicConvention.wordpress.com for a list of Featured Authors (over 50 of them!!) and other information.
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