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Grimm’s End…coming this October

Grimm's End - fairy tale retellings

He would walk into hell for her. Hell’s not willing to let him back out.

Years have passed since Will flung himself headlong into demon central. Everyone has told Mandy he’s lost to them, but she still won’t believe it. He was her heart and soul—still is—even if he never admitted they belonged together.

When a friend is nearly torn through a rip between the worlds, Mandy gets the sign she’s hoped and prayed for. Her friend is thrust back through to safety by no other than Will himself.

With all hell breaking loose on earth, only two Grimm can be spared for the mission to retrieve their leader—Mandy and the only otherGrimm crazy enough to go with her.

Will would forget the color of the sky before he’d forget the love of all his lives. But his time is done. It’s only a matter of which demon will finally destroy him.

He never thought his final moments would be haunted by Mandy’s face. But is it a fitting punishment, or one last chance to atone for crimes he committed so long ago?

Warning:  This book contains too much angst, too many secrets, and two people who long to be together. It’s also the end of a long, fun ride. Thanks for taking it.

due out October 27. 2015.

This will be the final story in the Grimm’s Circle series.  If you haven’t read the Grimm and enjoy fairy tale retellings, you can read more about the series here.


I tried hard not to look at the ruin of the castle.

When I did, I saw it as I had in my dream, the imposing, majestic power of it.  And I saw him.

Pulling me to him, stroking my face, my hair.

Then fading, as I woke.

It was easier to see the castle now, in a crumbling ruin,

Considering what had happened here, the grass should be withered and brown and…


There shouldn’t be any grass.

Withered and brown grass, after all, could become green again.  I’d seen it.  All you had to have was some rain.  Some sun.  The right conditions and anything could thrive.

The right conditions.

What a laugh.

No.  There shouldn’t be any grass here.

There shouldn’t be anything here except perhaps field of nothingness.  Dead things.  Corpses left piled left and right to mark the battles we’d fought, something to mark the battles we lost…

And maybe a marker.

Something ugly and bleak to mark what I had lost.

Instead there was green grass.

The ruin of the castle, somehow beautiful despite its decay, rose into the air, a testament to time and to tragedy.

Perhaps that was the marker.

Bending forward, I curled my hand into the pliant green blades and closed my eyes.

I could still taste the snow in the air.

I could still see his face before me.

I could feel his warmth against my skin and that surreal power blasting against my shields.

It had been two years.

Two years since Will had stood before me.


“No!” The panic that had blindly driven her for the past few days was gone.  No Mandy realized.  It wasn’t gone.  It just wasn’t blind any more.  As she hurtled toward Will, past that gaping void that opened into something so terrible her mind didn’t want to accept it, Mandy focused on one thing.  And one thing alone.


She drove her fist into his chest—a pointless sort of punch, but it was all she could do at that moment.  Will’s only reaction was to reach out and cup her face.

Tears were already flowing.

“You son of a bitch.”  She tangled her hands in his hair—white as the fallen snow, softer than the finest silk.  It felt oddly warm, almost alive.  She jerked his head toward hers, pressed her brow to his.  Her heart was breaking. “You can’t do this to me. Don’t you know what you’re doing?”

 “Yes.” His voice was gentle and that hurt her even more. “Because I’m doing it to me as well. But you must understand. This, you, me…it could have never happened. Happiness was something I was never meant to have. And you would have made me happy.”

When he kissed her, Mandy thought she would die.  If pain alone could kill an angel, in that moment, her heart would have stopped.

She wished it would have.

 “If I could have let myself,” Will murmured softly. “I would have loved you.”

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Misery’s Way: A Kit Colbana World short story

Releases today!

This story is set in Kit Colbana’s world.  It’s loosely connected, but can be read as a stand-alone.  

MiserysWay300 (1)A Kit Colbana World Short Story

Her name is Frankie. At least, that’s what she calls herself.

She looks human, but she’s no more human than she is a faith-healer. That doesn’t stop her from using her…more unique abilities to take care of certain needs. It’s those abilities that lead to a chance encounter with an unusual woman in Florida.

It’s a chance encounter with fate that will set these two down a collision course with destiny.



“It’s crowded tonight.”

I glanced up at the man who’d slipped up to join me.  I stood just outside the curtain of the tent.  Through the slit, I could peer inside and the darkness of the night kept them from seeing me.  It was one of the few remaining moments of solitude, of peace, that I’d have for the rest of the night.

Saleel’s presence didn’t disturb that solitude.

He was as welcome as the whisper of air against my skin, as the twinkle of stars overhead.

He was a reminder of what I did have—even if I didn’t have something as simple and coveted as humanity, I had my life.  I had freedom.  And I had him as my companion.

We shared a moment of comfortable silence before I looked back inside.

“You’re restless,” he said after another moment.

I wasn’t surprised he’d noticed.  Saleel noticed everything.

I slanted a look up at him.  “I guess I’m getting bored here.  Ready to move on.  Have you scouted out the next spot?”

Saleel lifted one shoulder.  “Yes.  Montana.  I tire of the heat.”

“Montana?”  I grimaced and mentally shuddered.  Summer was rapidly drawing to a close.  That would mean cold.  Snow.  Worse…ice.  “I hate the cold.”

I’d spent many of my earliest years in the muggy heat of America’s south—or in the heart of Africa.  Some of those years that hadn’t been spent…elsewhere.  Heat was simply bred into my bones.  I could handle the cold, but that didn’t mean I liked it.

Saleel’s teeth flashed white in the faintest of smiles when he glanced at me.  “Then perhaps next time when I ask you if you have a preference, you should give me an answer.  Instead, you say, Do whatever you want, Sal.”

He managed an imitation of my voice that was almost dead-on.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

He went back to staring into tent.  “Offer your tongue again, my angel, and I will make use of it.”

Yeah.  Right.

The two of us were like gasoline and fire and we both knew it.  Combustible—and dangerous.

“Promises, promises,” I said lightly and then I eased closer, bracing my shoulder on the lightweight metal of the door frame, gazing deeper into the tent.

Saleel was right.

I was restless.

But I hadn’t yet figured out why.

A hot summer wind caressed the back of my neck.  I enjoyed it while I could.  Once I got inside, the air would be stifling. Already, I was dreading it.  I could smell the heat of too many bodies and the air was thick with sweat.  Heavy with despair.

Hope clung to many of the people who awaited me but hope was a capricious bitch. I could all but hear the cackling, gleeful laugh as she darted from one person to another, crooning…you don’t really think this will work, do you?  You’re going to die…you’re all going to die…

Fans churned from all corners, laboriously whirring away.  They did little to cool the temperature, but at least the air kept moving.

It wasn’t the heat, though, that plagued me.  It wasn’t even the promise of death.  People died.  It was simply part of life.  It wasn’t the despair or the misery—the hunger inside me reached for that, but that wasn’t what made me restless.

“It’s time,” Saleel murmured.

I nodded.

But still, I didn’t move, searching inside the tent.


“I’m going.”  I took a deep breath and reached deep inside for the well of calm that would carry me through when I took another’s pain inside me.  I craved pain—fed on it.  That didn’t mean it was pleasant.

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Grimm’s End… the last Grimm story, fairy tales retold

I’ve recently gotten my greedy little mitts on the cover for the last and final Grimm story, Will’s book.  It’s pretty damn amazing, I must say.  And I need to post it.

But I’m thinking about sharing it with others, too.  This one will be the last of the series, in case you didn’t know and I was pretty specific about what I wanted.  I think the cover artist did a fantastic job.

If anybody is interested in helping me share it, please email me at shilohwalker2011 at

It’s been a long, fun ride and I kind of like the idea of sharing it with others before it all comes to a close.

A short snippet…because Will and Mandy kinda kilt me dead.

* * * *

“Trying to keep him from giving into the dark side.”

A weak laugh escaped me.  “You remembered some of your geek training, Will.”

He took a step toward me.  “I forgot the color of the sky.  I forgot the sound of human voices.  I forgot what it was to have food in my belly…”

He was in front of me now.

“But I didn’t forget the sound you made when you sighed in your sleep,” he murmured, reaching up to cradle my face.  “I didn’t forget how you laughed when you teased me or the way you would try to make me laugh.  You made me laugh when I had gone centuries without it.  I forgot so much…but I didn’t forget you.”

I gasped when he lowered his face to mine.  When he brushed my lips with his, I felt tears burn.


Due out in Fall 2015

To read the rest of the stories in the Grimm series, start here, with Candy Houses.

Find the Grimm series @ Samhain • Amazon • BNiBooks • Kobo


For my J.C. Daniels readers…Final Protocol is up on @Netgalley

Those who like my J.C. Daniels stuff, or those who like my more action-drived stuff, or even just those who like my stuff period… 😉

Final Protocol is up on Netgalley.  Please note, I have no control over acceptance, etc.

Find it here


Heart of Dixie Readers Luncheon

So I went to Huntsville, Al this past Saturday for the HOD Readers Luncheon.  Sylvia Day was the featured speaker.  Linda Howard (gah……) and Linda Winstead Jones were two authors I’ve been reading for years.  I got to see Jennifer Estep, too, which is always awesome.

Syl at HOD This is the first time I’ve been to this event, but I’ve attended a couple of luncheons now and I’ve got to say, I kind of love them. They are low key, inexpensive and so much fun. You got to chat with your table of readers and then there is generally a signing afterwards.

The other one I’ve attended is Southern Magic. Again, fun.

And did I mention Linda Howard?

Also… a reader made me this.

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If you’ve ever got a chance to attend either Southern Magic or Heart of Dixie’s Reader Luncheon…go for it.

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