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March 21, 2013
#dabwaha Ladies and gentlemen… your mission, should you choose to accept it
Your Mission:
Help me win.
The Obstacle:
MELJEAN BROOK… she’s a tough opponent. The good news… she’s in her writing cave and we can do a sneak attack.
(1) Riveted v. (16) Blade Song
The Prize:
More Damon POVs…maybe even an excerpt from BROKEN BLADE.
and just to give you an incentive…an unplanned POV.
This is from in Kit’s office…right before things went to hell. Don’t worry… this isn’t too spoiler-rific.
She flipped the lock and I felt that low level burn I’d come to associate with magic. The wards were up. Good enough.
She turned to face me and I did the one thing I had to do…I gave into the urge and I tore that fucking shirt off her. She smelled of another man and I knew it was from work–I knew her job, knew the kind of shit she had to do, but the smell of another man on her skin had the animal inside me snarling.
And it made me ache. I wanted to be the one who was there for her, helping her do whatever she needed done and I couldn’t be.
But I could do this. Could touch her now, could have her with me. Brushing the shreds of the shirt off her, I reached for her and pulled her against me. She was pale and soft and she sighed under my hands.
“Baby girl,” I whispered, mindless and desperate. She shivered against me as I pressed my mouth to the mark on her neck.
She felt small but so incredibly strong, soft but steel ran through her core and she drove me out of my mind. I lifted her up and braced her against the door at her back. She arched against me and I could feel the heat of her, all wet and sweet and that alone had me ready to come. She moved again and my dick pulsed. ”Be still,” I muttered against her mouth. Be still or I’m going to embarrass myself… The soft, subtle scent of her flooded my head, but there was also something else. The cloying, dark thread of a male. Magic. Fowled. Wrong. It clung to her, pissed me off. Tearing the sturdy, solid material of her pants away helped. Getting her naked help even more. Feeling her wrapped around my dick would be the best thing yet.
“I don’t ever want you wearing those clothes again.” Not that it was an issue. The clothes were trashed.
I watched her eyes, that sharp, cunning green, soft now with want…
Damon (yeah, yeah, I know it looks like Dwayne Johnson)
Want more? I’ll write more! If you help me advance to the next round of the #dabwaha! Go! Vote! Voting here… open 3.21.2013 at 12:00 pm – 11:59 pm CST.
Image from Dwayne Johnson’s Instagram account.
March 20, 2013
A bit of a bribe…prior to #dabwaha voting… BROKEN BLADE!
FYI… do not read if you haven’t read NIGHT BLADE.
YOU SAW THE WARNING…right?
Okay.
There are spoilers!
Now…I’m posting a short snippet from BROKEN BLADE. Do not read this if you haven’t read NIGHT BLADE. I kid you not. You’ll be confused…and there might be spoilers.
Behind me, I heard a familiar whine—somebody else trying the wards. Anybody who came into TJ’s place had to fight the wards. Most people could get inside, but it wasn’t just as easy as opening a door and walking through. The wards would have their way with you and it wasn’t a fun way, either.
The wards resisted for a moment and then yielded, spitting somebody out onto the floor.
For a second, my heart stuttered. Dark haired—cat—
No. We don’t think about him. Not ever.
But it wasn’t him. This werecat was tall enough, but too leanly built. Too elegant.
Dressed too nice for Wolf Haven and that had my instincts humming. As he started for the bar, I turned my attention back to TJ, still keeping half of my attention tuned on the newcomer. He didn’t belong in Wolf Haven.
Didn’t belong here at all. That right there had me wary. People didn’t come to Wolf Haven just for the ambience. Either they came because they wanted to hide, or they came because they had no place left to go…or they came because they were looking for something. Somebody.
And automatically, even though it did me no good, I flexed my wrist.
“So what did Sexy Sexy what?” TJ asked.
“You realize he has a name, right?” I asked, although I didn’t know why I bothered. If TJ had decided she was going to call him Sexy Sexy, then Justin might as well add that to his Banner ID. “Look, he’s just aggravating me. I pissed him off. He pissed me off. End of story.”
“What’s he want?” TJ asked.
“Shit. What is this, twenty questions?” I glared at her and then looked at the werecat sitting at the bar, regarding us with unreadable eyes. “What do you want?”
“Redcat whiskey. Neat.”
I sighed and got it for him. High-end stuff like that never used to be served here, but over the past month, more and more weres were showing up asking for it.
TJ believed in supply and demand.
I dumped it in front of him as TJ said, “He ain’t wrong, you know.”
“TJ. Drop it.”
“This isn’t your place, anymore.”
“TJ…” I picked up the bottle of Redcat and turned to face her. “If you don’t drop it, I’m dropping this.”
Her eyes narrowed on my face. “That shit costs a thousand a case. If you drop it, I’ll beat it out of your ass.”
Somewhere out in the bar, somebody growled. Swinging my head, I glared out over the bar and tried to figure out where it had come from. The wolf still sitting at the bar? The cat? What the hell—
Both of them seemed fixated on their drinks and it had seemed too faint to have come from so close.
Brushing it aside, I switched my attention back to TJ. “You are so full of shit, it’s amazing you don’t reek of it. You won’t touch me and you know it. Now are you dropping the discussion or am I dropping more than a hundred bucks worth of booze?” I waggled the bottle in the air and held her gaze. She might be bluffing, but I wasn’t. Maybe it made me childish, but I’d decided a little bit of regression felt good. I hadn’t felt good in a long while.
“You can’t hide forever, Kitty.” She blew out a sigh and then shrugged. “You know that.”
“I don’t plan to.” I put the Redcat back on the shelf and washed my hands. “I’ll die sooner or later. That’s good enough for me.”
The hair isn’t right, but here’s a good idea of how I see Justin…
Now… tomorrow…. GO HERE AND VOTE… and if you all get me thru to the next bracket…I’ll post MORE from BROKEN BLADE. This was 600 words. Get me through, and I’ll post 1200. And there’s also some dirty sex coming tomorrow…from Damon’s POV.
Image via wikipedia. Creative Commons.
March 19, 2013
Passing on the love…
Recently two of my children has discovered the love of two books that I love madly.
Baby bratlet discovered this one…
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Source: goodreads.com viashiloh on Pinterest
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And Bratlet read this one…(devoured it more like it)
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Source: goodreads.com viashiloh on Pinterest
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Monster, of course, keeps reading the same things…over and over…normally game guides…and this.
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Source: goodreads.com viashiloh on Pinterest
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Now if only I can find something that’s like Harry Potter… just harder. Cuz as awesome as Harry is, eventually he needs to try other things…
March 18, 2013
March 16, 2013
#DABWAHA!!! You all did it! Thank you! Let’s do it again! Bribe!
So, I promised a bribe for getting me into the tournament.
Which is…I’ll post that in a minute.
Here’s the deal. If you help me advance, I’ll continue to write more on the POV. And if I might even post some of BROKEN BLADE.
If you help me get to at least the next bracket of the DABWAHA (voting opens in a few days, right now you make your choices), I’ll do at least one of the above, maybe both…and if you’re so inclined and if you help me advance, I might even write a hot and dirty Kit & Damon scene (maybe an in-between books 1 & 2 type of story.
So… you all going to help me out? I hope so because I have tough competition. It’s Meljean Brook. But… nah, you all don’t need to vote for her! VOTE FOR ME! VOTE FOR BLADE SONG! VOTE FOR KIT! SHE NEEDS IT!
Damon POV…as promised…
And… if you haven’t read BLADE SONG… I marked the price down at Smashwords & ARe to $2.00. I can’t do an auto markdown on the other platforms because I don’t handle the distribution and those pricing changes take longer when you use a distributor, but it’s only $2.99 at BN, Amazon, etc.
For Smashwords, you need a coupon. It’s AV76L.
The book is DRM free with no territory restrictions. 
Amazon | BN | iBookstore | ARe/OmniLit | Smashwords | Kobo | Indie Ebooks
Oh, she needs him, all right…
Saturday Snippets! I Need A Hero!
From WRECKED…
“You burned it good.”
“That’s why I’m putting it under cold water,” he said, his voice grouchy.
She shot a glance up at him, smiling a little. “Cranky.”
“It hurts,” he snapped.
“Yeah, I bet it does.” She put the stopper in the sink and filled it up, getting the water as cold as it would go.
“I was going to ice it—”
“No. Ice is bad for burns. Can affect circulation.” She guided his hand back into the water and held it there as the water started to fill up, slowly rising over his wrist and forearm. Once it was up a few inches over the burned areas, she shut it off. “There. You need to keep it in there for twenty minutes or so. We’ll keep letting the water out as it warms up and adding in more cold.”
“I need to finish the food,” he muttered, staring down into the sink.
She rose onto her toes and kissed his cheek. “I’ll do it. It’s the thought that counts and all.”
“I was supposed to be doing the breakfast for you . . . not having you cook for me. You always cook for me.”
“I don’t mind.” She went to glance at him. Such a mistake. That dream, that torrid, wicked dream continued to dance through her mind and when their gazes locked, the heat in his dark blue eyes was enough to leave her feeling like she had been scalded. Only there was no pain.
Just burning, burning heat.
The breath whooshed down out of her lungs and for a moment, she could picture herself doing exactly what she’d done in that dream. Reaching up, framing his face with her hands, and holding him as she pressed her mouth to his.
Have a torrid affair with a hot guy.
Such a simple thing, it seemed.
And if this was anybody but her best friend . . .
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March 15, 2013
Signing tomorrow…
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I don’t always remember to post signings to my blog.
Tomorrow!
Signing from 11-2pm
That Book Place
337 Clifty Dr, Madison, Indiana 47250
How to make a writer’s night
So there’s this thing locally…. Ladies Bourbon Club. It’s relatively new, I think last night was just the second.
Bourbon!
It was at Jack’s Lounge. FYI… the Irish Bombe is to die for.
I get there late…I wasn’t the only one. Liz was also late. I think it’s Liz. I know she owns the burger truck…Louisville Grind, and I know one day I will venture out and get a damn burger from there. Anyway, we were late miss the bourbon tasting, but these are awesome people and we got some bourbon anyway. So that’s cool.
When I walked in, there’s a weirdo lady I know from twitter and apparently she is incapable of seeing me without saying…this is the Shiloh Walker. It’s like she puts it in caps and I feel like I’m in a fishtank and I think she does it just to weird me out. And I know one of her friends likes my books, so I had a copy with me to give at the end of the night.
And I went to do just that.
One of the ladies attending saw the book…and she asked me…”Ah, can I ask you something?”
Well, yeah. (People ask me almost anything…I don’t always answer, but hey…)
“Are you really Shiloh Walker or are they teasing you?”
“Ah, no. That’s me.”
And…“You’re kidding me! You have no idea how many of your books I’ve read!”
That is how to totally make a writer’s night.
March 14, 2013
My bribe… or the first part #dabwaha
If you’ve read NIGHT BLADE already, you can read this now. If you haven’t, read it, then read the bribe. Trust me, you don’t wanna read it unless you’ve read the book cuz you’ll be confused. Maybe mad at me. It makes sense if you’ve read the book.
Really.
So…the bribe…I’ve had the Damon POV for a while, and if I get into the DABWAHA with BLADE SONG, I’ll expand it. If I do well, I might even write more.
Look for the link that reads DAMON.
Go read it. Then… if you want it longer… Vote for BLADE SONG please… it’s here. And you only have a day left. It’s for the PNR/SF category and the ISBN is 9781617507779. The author name is J.C. Daniels pen name. :)
March 13, 2013
A few more names to add to the soldier list
From Kelley
the list of names that Kyle shared with me that I passed on a few days ago are men who get NO NO NO mail….these three are in the same boat….so pass the word…looking for letters and cards…include your email address….when and if they write back if you want to send boxes go for it…
As always thank you
Kelley
Eric Cantu
Clifford Hughes
B-BTRY 4-42 FA IBCT 4ID
Camp Buehring
APO,AE 09330
Bryan Monville
A-CO 4-9 IN 4/2 SBCT
FOB Mushon
APO,AE 09355
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