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February 11, 2013
Winners…
So… because there are a bunch of prizes, to minimize confusion, please look at the top image to see WHAT you won.
Also, remember, you have to email me to claim your prize. 
To claim your prizes, please email me at shilohwalker2011 at gmail.com.
You have two weeks, per the terms stated on my disclaimer.
Thanks to all my authors who played along, all the bloggers who helped out and all of the readers who joined you.
February 10, 2013
February 9, 2013
Snippets… all about action…
From The Reunited… out now…
Whatever it was freezing his brain, it was like a boa constrictor or something, and it loosened just enough that he was able to snarl out, “For now.”
Then it was gone. Whatever weird energy that had been freezing him, pressing in on him and sucking out his ability to move, even think, it was just gone.
He could move, could think. Although he could barely breathe . . . flickers from Dru’s mind danced through his own and he wanted to kill. So badly, it was a scream in his brain. He tightened his hand on his weapon, but the object of his wrath wasn’t here.
It had to wait, though. Had to, because he hadn’t been able to miss the urgency in Vaughnne’s voice.
“Where are you, Vaughnne?” he asked.
Two of them, Dru and her companion, gave him startled looks.
Nalini just checked her weapon.
Just start moving. I’ll get you here the best I can.
Not very reassuring, that. But it would have to work. They were now on borrowed time.
The red-haired son of a bitch studied him and Nalini before tugging off his pack. A few seconds later, night-vision goggles hit his chest. When he looked back at him, the guy just smiled. “Me and lights don’t always mesh well. I like to be prepared.”
“Imagine that,” Joss muttered as he put them on. Glaring at the other man, he asked, “You got a name?”
“Sure. Call me Tucker.”
Tucker. Asshole suited him better, Joss figured.
Somehow said asshole ended up in front. Twice, they had to stop and Joss felt that power rip through the night, those little pop, pop, pops . . . it seemed so innocuous, but it was like the force of a hurricane trapped inside one drop of rain.
Once, Tucker caught somebody—he moved so fast, Joss barely saw what he did as he jerked off one glove, then laid his hand on the guy’s throat. Light flashed between them—the light had glowed. Just . . . emanated from Tucker’s hand, flowed into the other man’s neck. A second later, Tucker let him go and the man crashed to the ground like a fallen tree.
Joss didn’t know if he was dead, but at the moment, he couldn’t even let himself worry about it.
More people. Too many, milling in the darkness, panicking, shouting for flashlights, screaming about phones. Too many. Joss used his gun to club one of them over the back of his head. Nalini, with her devious little smile, laid her hands on the two closest to her, and they slid to the floor with a smile. He turned to check on Dru as the agent pulled a couple of cable ties from her belt.
Dru was nowhere to be found.
read more… or, you could buy it ya want.
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February 8, 2013
Today…
Over at the Book Vixen…
She stood, her eyes all but shooting fire at him. He rose with her. . So pretty, he thought. So pretty and so damned strong. He hadn’t given her credit, he realized. Not enough now, and not then, either. She’d been ready to walk away. Not run in terror, but walk . . . after standing up to a monster. It had ended in a nightmare then.
This was their second chance, and they weren’t going to lose it.
A sneer danced across her face, chasing away some of the shadows and brightening her eyes. “I said, undo the cuffs.” Her voice was cool, icy, and oh so damn proper. She jerked against them.
The exact thing he’d been waiting for. He jerked back, spinning at the same time and moving in, taking her back down on the bed.
He caught his weight on his elbows and one knee, keeping the impact of his body from crushing her. “There,” he murmured, lowering his head and nuzzling the curve of her neck. “This is right about where I’ve wanted to be for maybe a hundred years. And that’s not even an exaggeration.”
“Get off me, you stupid git,” she snarled.
“Stupid git?” he echoed, lifting his head and staring down at her, amused. “How is it you can insult me and still sound so proper doing it?”
Narrowing her eyes, she said, “How proper does this sound? Get the fuck off of me, you sodding wanker.”
“Hmmm. Sounds sexy as hell.” He dipped his head to hers. Two seconds later, he jerked his head. “Ouch! Damn it, you mean little brat.”
Licking his throbbing lip, he eyed her closely. She lay there, still. “Try to kiss me again, and I’ll do more than bite you. I’m done with you, do you hear me, Crawford? Done.”
He felt something drive into his heart . . . claws, maybe. Too jagged and rough to be a blade, and a knife couldn’t shred him to pieces like this. “No.” Shaking his head, he leaned in, pressed his head to hers. “It’s not done. It can’t be . . . don’t you see? We never even started. How can we be done if we never even had a chance to start?”
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Wrapping it up with a prelude to a nice groveling scene.
Read more about the book… and you can also read about the contest.
FYI, make sure you read the disclaimer. You have to check back to claim your prizes.
February 7, 2013
Last week to get NIGHT BLADE from Netgalley
Next week, Night Blade will get pulled from NetGalley.
So if you want it… here is you chance.
Go to Netgalley and request it.
here… snippet!
“I had to take care of something outside of the city,” Damon said and his voice was a low, rumbling growl.
I heard that tone often enough. It was anger. Not that icy edge I’d seen earlier, but there were a lot of varieties of anger. And I’d faced this one of his before.
He’d figured it out—thought past the mask of Xavier’s cloaking.
“Kit.”
I turned around and I saw it in his eyes.
He knew.
As he came up off the chair, he shook his head. “I’ve been trying to place it all fucking day and it wasn’t until just now that it clicked. You said you had to work with somebody who…what, cloaked? What the fuck is that?”
“It’s what it sounds like, Damon,” I said levelly. The hell if I’d lied. Lies had never come easily to me anyway and if I even tried, he’d know. “I’m working a job. I’m doing the best I can and I can’t talk about it. Let me work it, let me finish it and I’ll explain.”
The roar echoed around the room. Echoed…echoed…until I thought my ears would burst from it.
“Kit. Were you following me?”
Read more…
February 6, 2013
At The Bookpushers…
Today is the next stop on The Reunited blog tour… and this time, we’re over at the Bookpushers. With me! Just me.
Drop in and see who my favorite lovers are.
and…another snippet from The Reunited…
Images of a girl, the light, creamy brown of a woman of mixed heritage. Freckles sprinkled across her nose. A charming smile.
And . . . most gut-wrenching of all, Joss’s voice . . . I met her at the food court. She’s here on vacation. Was supposed to come with a friend and the friend had to cancel. Nobody will be looking for her for the next ten days. When he spoke, there was an ugly, menacing hate in his voice.
She stumbled and slammed a hand down, bracing it by the curving wall of the stairwell at her back as the memory burned itself into her brain, followed by another. And another.
First there was a picture of a girl smiling at the camera. Then another, bound, gagged . . . and glaring at the camera.
The girl next door . . .
Patrick picturing the girl in a formal. Fuck . . . bloody fuck. Dru knew that dress. It was the one he’d selected for her bridesmaids. Of course, she didn’t have any. He’d said he’d see to it . . .
This wasn’t happening.
A cruel hand gripped her arm, so at odds with Patrick’s gentle voice as he inquired, “Ella, are you feeling unwell?”
Swallowing back the bile that churned in her throat, she said softly, “The champagne, Patrick. I think it’s gone to my head. Perhaps I should lie down.”
Moments later, one of the house servants was at her side to escort her up the stairs. Just before she reached the top, she looked back, found herself staring down at Joss.
He was one of them.
Damn him.
The betrayal, the deep, gut-wrenching sense of pain, all but blinded her.
Damn him straight to hell.
Read more…
AN ETERNAL DESIRE
With his strong psychic ability, FBI Agent Joss Crawford longs for the woman he loved in a past life. But after years of searching, a new case is drawing him into the last place he’d ever want to find her: an underground slave ring. Going undercover to infiltrate the network, he meets Drucella Chapman—the mastermind’s fiancée. Joss has every reason to believe she’s evil. So why is he irresistibly drawn to her?
A DANGEROUS GAME
Drucella has made it her personal mission to bring the slave ring down. But the sadistic ring leader is even more careful than he is cruel. In order to gain information, Dru has had to get close to the very man she wishes to kill, using her gift to read his memories bit by bit. She’d do anything to finish the job, but agreeing to marry him may have been a step too far—even for her.
A FATEFUL ENCOUNTER
Though Joss and Dru are both undercover, nothing can disguise the sense of déjà vu they experience when they meet. Neither can afford to be distracted from the mission at hand, but perhaps their reunion is exactly what this mission needs…
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February 5, 2013
The Reunited… now out
Now out…!
His phone vibrated and he pulled it out, saw the message.
Running late. Unexpected complication. Be there ASAP.
Joss scowled and went to text him back.
But the tingle down his spine stopped him.
Slowly, he lifted his head. He couldn’t see her. Not yet.
But with his heart thrumming in his chest and his heart racing, he knew what was going on.
Her . . .
It was her.
Shoving his phone into his pocket, he moved away from the car, lowering his shields just enough so that he could feel her.
There—
Just down the road.
Running.
Form-fitting black spandex clung to her hips and thighs, stopping just a few inches below that delectable ass. A short sleeveless T-shirt, wet with perspiration. A grim look on her face.
Hurt so good, my ass. How many bloody miles have I done now . . . I’m going to have to crawl . . .
The ramble of thoughts in her mind stopped him from sensing anything else.
Then he stepped into her path and the dazed, numb shock replaced her rambling thoughts as he closed the distance between them.
Seconds later, there was no dazed, numb shock.
Just dazed, delighted pleasure as he caught her face in his hands and took her mouth.
She tasted of salt and sweat and woman. His woman, Joss thought. He groaned against her lips as her hands came up, gripped his wrists, her short, neat nails biting into his skin.
read more… check out the blog tour…
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This is the next book in the FBI Psychics series…these books completely work as standalone, so even if you haven’t read the other books, you’ll be fine. If you do check it out, reviews would be appreciated… they very much do help.
February 4, 2013
Another day, another stop, another chance to win…
Today, my friends and I descend upon Fiction Vixen‘s site…
As Dru spun on her heel and stalked off, Joss swore.
He hadn’t gotten much more than fractured glances at her mind, but the images he’d gotten . . .
Look deeper.
Yeah. He’d looked deeper. Not deep enough, but he’d seen . . . well, he’d seen some things he’d hadn’t expected.
He’d felt her misery—that sudden, gut-wrenching betrayal when she’d seen him at the party . . . he’s one of them . . .
And he’d seen her escape from Whitmore’s mansion. And an escape it had been, no doubt about it. If she’d planned an escape, then she hadn’t been there to marry that fucking monster.
“She’s been trying to stop him, hasn’t she?” he asked grimly.
“Now you’re starting to figure it out. I knew you could do it.” Nalini smiled at him.
Due out tomorrow.
If you see it, I hope you’ll think about giving it try. I hope ya love it.
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February 3, 2013
Can you help?
Can you help?
I posted about this a week ago and they were able to reopen the fundraiser. Many people are unaware of the fact that the Pine Ridge Reservation is pretty much one of the poorest areas in the country. The infant mortality rate (how many children who will die before age 1) is 300% higher than anywhere else in the country. That figure absolutely staggers me. It sickens me. And what really hurts is the fact that many of these deaths are preventable.
They are working to build a new home for Healthy Start, where they can provide better care for babies and at-risk moms so these children can have a better start at life. These programs DO work… but they need help.
In December 2011, the program lost its first office due to high levels of asbestos. Then it was placed in a mold-infested trailer with holes. When that situation proved unacceptable, the program moved into the storage room behind a video store. Recently, the Indian Health Service deemed the room unfit due to the threat of the Hanta Virus.
Read more at Indian Country Today
This is what they face… can you imagine the only option for health care for your child being a trailer with holes in the walls? A storage room?
They’re working to raise funds to build a new home, but they need help. The government isn’t going to do it…they’ve broken endless promises to the Natives of this land and these kids shouldn’t have to wait for a safe place to get health care.
The fundraiser at Indiegogo was re-opened with the deadline extended another 21 days. Even $5-$10 can help give a child a better shot at life… can help ensure a child will HAVE a life. Help if you can… spread the word. Thank you.
What’s in the Heart – Can’t be Taken from Kitty Farmer on Vimeo.
Image via Indian Country Today | Deanne Fitzmaurice
February 2, 2013
Soldiers… needing some cards
FYI, if you’re unfamiliar with my Soldiers/Helping out posts, please visit this page for info. These people are just looking for cards/support. This isn’t a dating/hook-up sort of thing. It’s okay to share the names, but do NOT post to Facebook.
Justin Coney
Bryan Otriz
A-CO 409 IN 4/2 SBCT
FOB Mushon
APO,AE 09355
~*~
Jorge Baeza
or
Latini Pasquale
or
Emmanuel Morales
B-CO 2-7 CAV 4 BCT ICD
Naghlu High
APO,AE 09354
~*~
Jeremiah Hochstedler
or
Jennifer Anderson
4-2 SBCT S-6
FOB Masum Ghar
APO,AE 09355
~*~
Tempie Devers
RC-South KIFC
3 ID HQ I&S CO
APO,AE 09355
~*~
Courtney Daisley
376th HRC
APO,AE 09355
~*~
Hector Hernandez
Dyn Corp Force Protection
Camp Bondsteel
APO,AE 09340
~*~
Jason Crawford
HHC 2-23 INF
BN ATTN- S2
FOB Spin Boldak
APO,AE 09355
~*~
Kevin Torres
VFA-4 Unit 60123
FPO,AP 96602-6111 (he has till the end of feb for cutoff)
