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Shiloh Walker

CELEBRATE…good times, come on!

Celebrate good times, come on! (Let’s celebrate)…

Before we start today’s ramble…I’m hiding out today.  Over at Smexy Books.  Supposedly they love me over there, so maybe they’ll keep my secret and not tell any of the…um, people, who might…ah, be looking for me.  Not that I did anything. Really. o.O

So STOLEN is out. A book that almost killed me dead writing it. Some are easier than others, some are harder. This one was harder. Usually on release day, I try to take the family out so I don’t sit around, staring at Amazon numbers and hoping, praying, waiting for that bright and shining day I’ll finally hit a list…and I’ve resolved myself to the inevitable.  It ain’t happening.  Yeah, I know it doesn’t mean much readers, but it means a lot to writers and I keep hoping…and I keep seeing it not happening, so I’m aiming for distractions now.

Still, it’s another book out and I haz shiny new contracts with a new publisher and I absolutely adore my editor.  I’ve wanted to work with her for a long time and no, I’m not just saying that to butter her up.  I don’t think she’d buy it anyway.

Dinner out is not just a distraction.  It’s a way for us to be together and it reminds me that despite that illusive list thing, I’m doing something I always wanted to do, and God willing, I hope to keep doing it.

So that’s the family celebration thing.  This time, we went to Molly Malone’s in Louisville, and we went on Monday after I found out…hey! KIDS EAT FREE!  AWESOME!!!

And the guy took us out for ice cream after. 😉

My personal celebration…I usually make a Kiva loan.  I love Kiva.  I actually have two different accounts, a personal one and then my ‘Shiloh’ one since I talk about them so much.  Kiva is a micro-loan thing, where you can ‘loan’ $25, and it can change a person’s life.  Right now, you can even make your first loan on somebody else’s dime. 🙂

This time, though, I decided to do a kiva loan and donate to the Red Cross, considering what’s going on along the East Coast with Sandy.  Man, she’s a mean one.

I dunno if that’s normal celebration stuff, but it works for me.  I keep telling myself if I can find a rocking pair of red cowboy boots, one day I’ll buy them as a ‘me’ present, but the only ones I ever find that I like cost waaaayyyy too much.  Maybe that will be that illusive ‘if I ever hit a list’ present.

Oh…I do have a bottle of ice wine. I suppose I could crack that open.

What do you like to do to celebrate something special?

**Lyrics from Celebrate, by Kool & The Gang

STOLEN…releases today…signing, news, etc

So, STOLEN comes out today.

A snippet!

Shay awoke to darkness and silence.

Silence in her mind, silence all around her.

And warmth. There was an arm around her waist and a long, lean form pressed against her back.

Stiffening, she jerked upright and whipped around.

Light filtered in from the bathroom—she hadn’t left that light on. Well, she didn’t think she had, but she never left that light on. But if that light hadn’t been on, she wouldn’t have been able to see Elliot’s face. Elliot’s face. Which meant Elliot was there.

In her bed.

Elliot was in her bed.

Shay gulped.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice a low, sexy rumble.

She gulped a second time and managed to squeak out, “Morning.” Then, as terror and nerves gripped her, she scrambled out of the bed and took off for the bathroom.

Halfway there, she realized she wasn’t wearing a shirt. But she was wearing her jeans. What the

Forget about it. She’d figure it out in the bathroom.

She slammed the door behind her and sagged against it, covering her face with her hands. She stood there trembling for a minute and then she stormed across the bathroom floor and turned on the water, washed her face. As she was brushing her teeth, she tried to think; she needed to think. The entire night was nothing but one black pit. She didn’t remember much of anything…

Not much of anything…Slowly, Shay lowered her hands. She didn’t remember the nightmares. That was almost always the first thing on her mind when she woke and they weren’t there.


She spit out a mouthful of toothpaste and rinsed her mouth out, staring into the black bowl of the sink. “No nightmares,” she whispered.

And Elliot’s words from the past night came back to her…I’ll be here if the nightmares start…

You can buy here, here, here, anywhere!  Well, not anywhere, but still. 😉

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There’s a signing coming up in Lexington this Saturday… I’ll have STOLEN and I think there will be copies of BLADE SONG on hand as well.

Joseph Beth



161 Lexington Green Circle

Lexington, KY

I think that’s it. O.O

Mini snippet…

It’s so hard to figure out what to post from this that isn’t going to spoil things.  I mean, like really hard.

But…I like this bit.  It’s not a sexy bit.  But it makes ya wonder…

“Maybe I’m just crazy,” Shay muttered. “Aw, hell. This was a waste of time.”

“No. It wasn’t.” Elliot stood there and continued to stare at the door. “She’s scared. Didn’t you see it?”

Due out tomorrow… 🙂

Read more!

Do you know what I’m up to today?  I’m hanging out at Fiction Vixen‘s place, with more loot!  I have LOOT!  Come…help me hide my LOOT!  This time it’s from Carolyn Crane.  And she has a weird computer.  Things do…odd…I mean really odd stuff on that computer.


Just a few more days…

A mini snippet from STOLEN…

Tears burned her eyes but she blinked them away. Filing the email, she put the phone down and covered her face with her hands.

Can you tell us what happened…?


She sat there and shuddered. Do you remember…

No. She didn’t. But a part of her was trying to, and she really dreaded the day those memories finally crept into the open.


Have you checked out the blog tour?  Lots of prizes!


Some Qs:

Will this be in audio?

I have no idea.  I just now had my first audio deal and I suspect future audio deals depend on a book’s popularity.  I’m very far from the point that audio is a given.  I won’t know until/if an offer is made.

Will this be available digitally in the UK?

Yes! This time, I knew, in advance, there were going to be odd things with the UK digital distribution so I prepared.  You can preorder it now via

Amazon Kindle UK

think it’s available for preorder on the iBookstore, but I can’t check that.

Is this connected to another series?

No.  I know it kind of looks like it might be, but it’s not at all related to the Ash books.

So those are the Qs I’ve gotten asked a lot.

Just a word of warning…this book is pretty dark.  The heroine went through hell and she’s probably even more screwed up than Devon from FRAGILE.  If you want a nice, safe read…this isn’t it.

Sorry for the website issues…

Rough week-health issues, dealing with contracts, etc, didn’t realize the domain issues were needing to be dealt with.

Fixed now (although there might be another blip later on) and I owe people a Saturday snippet.

Anyway… snippet…

This is from an untitled RS that’s been contracted with St. Martins.  I can’t tell you anything about it, because it’s not done yet, and I can’t tell you when it will be released, either.  I can say it’s part of a new RS series…more along the lines of Fragile or Broken, though, then the Ash books, but still set in a small town.  Beyond that, no info.

“Trinity.”  His voice sounded firm and level, a fact that surprised him to no end, because he was terrified.  “Damn it, open your eyes and look at me.”

Her lashes fluttered.

She moaned.

Then, slowly, she opened her eyes and stared at him.  “Noah…?”

“Yeah.  Don’t move yet.  We need to know if you’re hurt.”

She swallowed.  “I’m not.  Well, my head a little but…” She groaned again and sat up, ignoring him when he told her again not to move.  She reached up, touching the back of her head.  “You cussed.  Preachers don’t cuss.”

Noah didn’t bother asking where she’d heard that—it was Madison, she probably knew what size shoes he wore.  “I’m not a preacher anymore, Trinity.  Be still for me, okay, honey?  I’m going to come down there, make sure you’re not hurt.”

“I’m not.”  Her voice was grouchy and she sighed.  “I’m pissed off.  There’s a hole in my floor, Noah.  A hole.  Shit, now there’s two holes.  And you didn’t put this one there.”

She went to go to her knees.

The bottom of his stomach dropped away as she froze and went white—white as death itself.



Her voice broke.

Following her gaze, he found himself staring.

It took his mind a minute to process it—another to adjust.  Trinity was whimpering by the time he got down there, carefully, unwilling to take his eyes off the gruesome discovery.

He touched her shoulder and she hurled herself at him, burying her face against his neck.

He didn’t blame her.   He didn’t want to look, either.

But he couldn’t look away.

Nothing could make him look away from the odd, almost mannequin like display stretched out on the dirt floor.  It’s not real, some part of him thought.  It couldn’t be real.

Parts of it were nothing but bone.  That wasn’t the worst.  The worst were the almost flesh-looking parts, bits that looked a strange, grayish-white.

“Tell me that isn’t a person,” Trinity said, her voice low and soft.  “Please tell me it isn’t.”

Noah wished, more than anything, that he could do that.

Instead, he just cupped his hand over the nape of her neck.

In the back of his mind, he heard the words… Come on, Noah…come with me

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