Shiloh Walker

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Shiloh Walker - Let me tell you a story…

Facebook type of party…also, for you guys…

So instead of a blog hop, I’m trying a facebook party for YOU OWN ME’s release.


If you’re on FB, you can join us here.

Also, for those who aren’t on FB, if you’d like a chance to get the book before it’s available for sale, leave your name in comments. One person will get a copy. Contest is going to be quick since I keep forgetting to do this. Sorry…back to school chaos and madness is driving me…well. Mad.

Make sure you read the disclaimer.


Weekly Wrap-up


I’m mostly done with rewriting Wrecked 3.  That’s the title for now. Wrecked 3.  Trey’s story is harder.  He’s been through more-widowed, plus some stuff that happened after his wife’s death, so he’s tired, sadder.  And his heroine…yeah, well.  She’s a mess.

I posted covers!  Did you see?

I have pretty mens this week!

Shiloh's men

Who is prettier?  Decker from YOU OWN ME or he who is nameless from DARKER THAN DESIRE?  Hmmm?  I can’t decide.  Both of them are hot and sexy messes, but DARKER THAN DESIRE is really going to to appeal to those who like their heroes tortured.  YOU OWN ME is a friends to lovers, because yeah…I can’t write enough of those.

I have a winner…Danielle M won a signed copy of DEEPER THAN NEED.  :) Please email me at shilohwalker2011 at (no spaces) with your addy!

Now…may I present this daughter/daddy duet of LET IT GO? AKA…the best thing on the internet.



Isn’t he pretty? You Own Me


It had always been her…
Ten years had passed since the doors slammed shut behind Decker Calhoun, taking away his freedom, but more importantly, locking him away from Elizabeth Waters, the only woman he’d ever loved—the woman he’d given up everything for. The day he was sentenced, he’d looked at her and said, No regrets, Lizzie.
But he lied, because he did have one. Although he’s been out of jail for three years now, he was a year too late. Lizzie never knew how he felt and just months before he was released, she found somebody else and it’s too late.
Or maybe not. It seems that Lizzie’s boyfriend wants an open relationship and two can play at that game. Now all Decker has to do is convince Lizzie that he’s the better man…and has been all along.

Releasing in August.  (self published)

It will be going up for pre-order shortly.  I’ll be notifying those who requested to review here in a few days.  At this time, I won’t be taking any more review requests.  My hands are going to kind of die sending out the ARCs as is.



Snarling, he tore his mouth from hers and jerked away, sitting at the far end of the futon. With hands that shook, he rubbed at his face.

Son of a bitch.

“Lizzie…fuck. I’m sorry.”

A harsh intake of breath reached his ears and the last thing he wanted to do was face her, but that was what he made himself do.

The minute he turned his head to look at her, she surged up off the futon, moving across the small office to stand by her desk, head bowed, arms wrapped around herself. “Get out,” she said, her voice quiet.

Too quiet.

“Lizzie?”  Wincing, he climbed off the couch. “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t.”  The word was pure steel and it caught him off-guard, for a second.

But just a second. Because while Lizzie was soft and sweet, under all of that, she was steel. She always had been—he’d figured that out when he hadn’t chased her off within the first few hours of meeting her. Now, as she turned and looked at him, tears glinted in her wide, dark brown eyes, but nothing could hide the fury, and the hurt, in those eyes.

Fuck, he thought miserably. Rising from the couch, he lifted a hand only to let it fall uselessly to his side. “Lizzie, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

“I don’t want to hear it!” she shouted, cutting him off.

He had to duck to avoid the little potted orchid she sent flying his way. And damn, she still had a good throwing arm.

“Do you hear me?” she said, her voice starting to shake. “I don’t want to hear. I get it, okay?  Nobody wants me. No fucking body. I’m fine as a doormat for Noel as long as I let him treat me like shit, but he doesn’t want me. Neither do you. I get it. Okay?”

Stunned shock rippled through him as she shoved her tumbled hair back from her flushed face. Her eyes shot sparks as their gazes clashed. “I get the point. You’re a fucking hound dog and I know that. But I’m not good en—”

He caught the rest of her words with his mouth and when she went to shove him back, he caught her wrists, too. Sinking his teeth into her lower lip, he backed her up against her desk. “Not want you?” he muttered against her mouth. “Are you blind?”

She tried to turn her head and he tangled a hand in her hair, yanked it back. Her pupils flared, her mouth falling open on a startled moan. “Give me your mouth, Lizzie,” he said and then, without waiting, he took it, thrusting his tongue deep.

She bit him and he responded by letting her wrists go and catching her hips, boosting her up with one arm while he used the other to swipe out against her desk, clearing it with one careless gesture. Lizzie worked her hands between them and although he didn’t break away from her mouth, part of him held his breath—waited.

When she reached up and tangled her hands in his hair, he snarled in savage satisfaction.

Lying her down on her desk, he broke away. Her hands clutched at him and he caught them, shifted her wrists to one hand and pushed them up over her head. Then, as he held her gaze, he reached down and freed the top button of the top she wore. With each successive button, he bared more and more skin, pale, pretty skin, lush curves, her breasts cupped by silk and lace and his brain almost exploded as he flicked a look from her face downward to study those ripe curves.

“My hands are shaking,” he said, struggling to keep his voice from doing the same as he trailed his fingers along the delicate lace design of her bra, watching as a soft blush pinked her flesh and started to climb upward. “I’ve dreamed about touching you a thousand times and now I am and my hands are shaking…”

Now he looked at her, watched her throat work as she swallowed.

“And you think I don’t want you.”


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Deeper Than Need


Even before he left the alley, he saw her.
The bright banner of her hair was still pulled up and back, restrained in a neat little twist. Earlier, he’d wanted to figure out how to take it down, see all that gold fall down around her shoulders; then he wanted to fist his hands in it and take her mouth, see what she’d do just before he kissed her . . . something he was starting to think he’d really have to do before much longer.
It was a thought he had no business thinking just then, he knew, not when a guy he’d known most of his life lay dead, not when a man he called one of his friends sat just across the street, staring out at the world like he had absolutely no idea where he was, who he was.
Trinity had no idea Noah was there, still gripping the phone. He stood there, mesmerized, unable to look away. “Noah, are you there?” she asked, her voice soft. Soft and steady, but it broke the spell.
Tearing his eyes away, he shifted his attention and looked around until he found Hank. “I’m here. I’m just across the street. I’ll be there in a minute. Go ahead and hang up, angel.”
It slipped out of him without him realizing it until he’d already disconnected. But there was no taking it back. Her head turned, and across the street their gazes locked and connected.
It was the sort of connection that just went all the way through him, too, and he could tell just by looking at her that she felt it, too. He felt it echo through him, from his head down to the soles of his feet, and every inch in between, centering square in his chest…and a little lower as the blood settled low in his groin and started to pulse, hot and heavy.
The air in his lungs felt superheated. The air around him felt charged.
All from a look.
What would happen if he went to her then? he wondered. If he touched her then. If he… what …what would he do? It had been twenty years since he’d even wanted to feel some sort of connection, and back then it had been easy.
Everything with Lana had been easy. He’d been young and stupid and naïve…and in love. Life had been simple then, and now it was anything but. Then, he hadn’t had any idea what it was to hurt.
Things with Trinity would be anything but easy. He was older, more tired, and even though the feelings he had for her were spiraling far out of control, and fast, life was not even close to simple and he’d spent too much time knowing nothing but hurt. Loneliness.
But he still couldn’t cut her out of his mind. Somehow, she’d worked herself into the very fabric of his soul.

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Break For Me…now available

Keep up with the Bell family…Jensen’s story is now available

Break For Me


“How was your weekend?”

“Enchanting.”  That slow smile tugged at his lips and he asked, “Yours?”

She had to give the man credit.  With a lazy smile and a simple word, he turned her heart to putty and also managed to make her clench with want. Mouth dry, she had to swallow before she could say, “About the same.”



The look that must have been relief melted her that much more.  She went to say something else, but in that moment, an odd hush fell over the bull pen. She looked up and her belly twisted as she realized the guys were turning to look at her, one by one.

“What . . .” The question died as she caught sight of Chief Sorenson. He stood there, his eyes on her.

She didn’t even understand why, but the look on his face had the strength draining out of her legs.

She sagged back, bracing her hips against the desk as he came striding toward her.

“Jensen, I need to speak with you. Let’s go to my office.”


He reached out, touched her arm.

Dazed, she looked down at his hand and then lifted her eyes back to study his heavily lined face.

“Some kids were messing around, down at the river, at the park a few blocks outside of town,” he said, his voice level, pitched low so that only she could hear.  “Come on, now. Come to my office.”

She shoved off the desk, started to move.

But she didn’t head to his office.

She started to run.

By the time any of them realized where she was going, she was already out the door.

Distantly, she heard the slap of shoes behind her. She put on a burst of speed, but still, he caught up with her.

Dark, strong hands caught her arms.


Sucking in desperate breaths of air, she glared at Dean.  “Let me go!”




Her eyes were pure hell.

Reaching up, he cupped her cheek.

“Calm down,” he said softly.  “And I will.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“I’m not letting you run off in the middle of the street.” He shrugged.  “Sue me.”

Her mouth fell open and then, abruptly, she slumped, her narrow shoulders shuddering as she took in one slow, steadying breath.  “Okay,” she murmured.  “Okay.  I’m good.  I can walk.”

He let her go but instead of moving back, he held out a hand.  “I can walk with you.”

She eyed his hand.

He continued to wait.  “You really want to do this alone?”

She smacked her palm against his and then, as one, they started to move. She was painfully aware of the eyes on them, of Chief Sorenson drawing closer.

Even more, she was aware of the glittering ribbon of the Ohio, just barely visible through the buildings.

They started to walk, her heart pounding in her throat.

The park was only a few blocks away, something she could have reached in two minutes, easy.

It seemed to take forever, though.

By the time they got there, Sorenson was at her side.

And she was clutching Dean’s hand like he was the only thing keeping her from drowning.


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Time heals all wounds

Eager to put a dark, troubled past behind her, Trinity Ewing buys an old house that will make the perfect refuge for her and her young son once renovations are complete. The last thing on her mind is finding someone new…but the contractor she’s hired is an irresistible distraction—and Trinity can’t help but fantasize about all the business they could be doing behind closed doors.

So does one man’s touch

Noah Benningfield thought he’d put his demons behind him. But the moment he lays eyes on Trinity, the temptation he feels is too powerful to deny. Soon the attraction between them explodes into something neither of them could have imagined. But their desire will be put to the test when a shocking local murder has them dodging danger at every turn. Can the beautiful and damaged Trinity trust someone like Noah, whose own past is as haunted as her own? The only thing she knows for sure is that she can’t live without a man who makes her feel this good—over and over again…


Noah couldn’t help it.  While she was still laughing at him, he closed his mouth over hers.  The need that had tormented him for so long threatened to drive him insane and all he wanted was to lose himself in her.

Spreading his hand out over the small of her back, he fisted the other in the golden silk of her hair as her laughter faded away and her mouth opened for him.

There was hunger here…and need.

It would be easy, he realized.

Too easy to get lost in her. In the sweetness of her kiss, the warm strength of her body.

She was lean and limber against him, all those curves pressed tight to his.  He had to fight the urge to let his hands roam over all her, to learn every single inch, to learn her by touch, by sight, by taste. His cock pulsed against her belly and she kept moving against him.  He had an overwhelming need to pin her against the nearest flat surface and just rock against her until he exploded.

Her chest moved in ragged, uneasy bursts against his own.  The soft, sweet curve of her breasts pressed against him as she leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck. The tight, hard points of her nipples scrapped against him and he thought he was going to go out of his mind.  A whole new sort of temptation—one he hadn’t had to deal with before.  Not like this. Never like this, because he was pretty certain he hadn’t ever wanted like this…

All because of a kiss.

Her tongue moved against his, stroking along the curve of his lip before venturing into his mouth and Noah felt the muscles in his legs start to tremble. On a ragged breath, he tore away from her and pressed his brow to hers.

“So.  Again…I think I’ve made my case pretty clear.  A date isn’t a bad idea.  Does tomorrow at eight work for you?”


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Our E-Reader Winner is…

The winner of the ebook reader is…

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She was bringing Adam & a chocolate fountain.  No, she wasn’t chosen because of the chocolate fountain, I promise. picked a random winner, I swear.  :)

Alexandra, you’ve got two weeks to get in touch or the prize is forfeited, as per my disclaimer.  :)

Thanks to all who entered…keep an eye out for the next contest.  I do believe it includes a Coach purse.


Last minute release day party… BURN FOR ME

UTA: 4/5/2014.  Contest is closed to entries at this time.  Winner to be posted on 4/6. Thank you!

With the madness of getting ready for Scotland and other assorted madness, I had no time to prepare the whirlwind sorta blog parties that I try to do with my big releases.

So…let’s try a last minute release day party.

I’ll bring the door prizes.

secrets & shadows giveaway

You bring a date and something else…munchies or drinks or both.  (I’m partial to buffalo wings.)

FIRST!  Pick out your date… there’s a bit of a twist here, though.  The date has to come from the Secrets & Shadows series.   Here’s my story board

Me?  I kinda liked Dean, Noah & Caine… since I’m hosting the party, I guess I oughta bring something…I’ll order in some pizza and there are two bottles of rum, plus some coke and diet coke. I have some scotch I got in Scotland, but that’s mine.  And I’m greedy.

(It’s gotta be easy…I’ve got to finish getting things together!)

Things…like this?

Everybody who comes to the party…(meaning you bring a date and a ‘cyber’ offering of food or drink) gets their name entered to win an ebook reader…either a Kindle Paperwhite, a Kobo Touch or a Nook Glowlight.

One party goer will win an ebook reader. All you have to do to enter is drop your name in comments below and tell me which of the characters from the series you want to bring as a date, and then tell me what you’re bringing to the party.  Food, drinks… (if it’s a drink and you wanna leave the recipe, that’s awesome!)

This party will last all week, so be prepared. ;)

A quick look at today’s release!

Burn For Me


Scarred long ago by the disappearance of his mother, Nichole, Tate Bell aches to spend his days and nights with Ali Holmes, a woman he’s loved for years. But while Ali’s heart pines to be with Tate, her head has reservations… Ali knows that Tate has never forgiven his father for the fight he had with Nichole right before she left the house—and was never heard from again. Ali thinks that Tate’s unresolved anger is a force to be reckoned with…even though the heat that blazes between them is undeniable. Now both Tate and Ali are left to wonder: Can love really conquer all?


I’m not going to cry because it’s over.

I’m not going to cry because it’s over.

I’m not going to cry—

She hiccupped as a sob broke free.

Bringing her knees to her chest, she buried her face against them.

Lost in the hurt, she didn’t hear his footsteps.  It wasn’t until he closed his hands around her ankles that she even realized she wasn’t alone.

Jerking her head up, she stared into Tate’s gaze.  His eyes, so dark they were nearly black, bore into hers.

“Tate . . .”

He tugged her legs down and she curled her hands around the edge of the porch swing, her heart slamming against her ribs.  He went to lean in and she lifted a hand, pressed it to his chest.

“Don’t.” Her voice cracked. “I’m not . . . we can’t do this anymore.  I can’t do this anymore.”

He didn’t seem to realize she’d even spoken as he reached up and closed one hand around her wrist, his thumb stroking against her inner wrist as she continued to press against his chest.  “Ali . . .”

His heart slammed against her palm and his shirt, soaked by the rain, was no barrier between them.  She felt the scalding heat of his skin.  Drops of rain clung to his hair and as she stared into his eyes, one of the drops fell, caught on his cheekbone, and rolled down.  It hit her wrist and she was surprised it didn’t sizzle, as hot as she suddenly felt.

It was a heat that echoed deep inside her, down low in her belly and every beat of her heart sent that heat pulsing through her until she thought she might explode.

The seconds drew out and she took a slow, deep breath.  His gaze dropped to her mouth and she had to bite back a moan.

“Tate, stop,” she whispered, forcing the words out. That hunger continued to pang inside her, making her skin feel tight, hot.  She had to curl her fingers into a fist to keep from reaching for him.  “I’m tired of only having part of you.  I told you.  It’s all or nothing and you won’t give me everything—”

He lifted her hand to his mouth, pressed a kiss to her inner wrist.  That gentle caress sent shivers racing through her.  Blood started to roar in her ears, so loud it took her a minute to realize he had started to speak.

Look for stories from the other Bell siblings in late April and early May.

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Quick rundown on rules, because it’s a contest and that means I have to have them.
Open worldwide, but you’re responsible for requesting the device that will be functional in your place of residence…not me.
As this is supposed to be fun, please don’t just…enter me to win…go along with the way the contest is set up…yanno, pick a date, bring a ‘cyber’ food or drink…
You must be eighteen or the age of majority in your country of residence to enter.
The winner’s name will be posted to my blog next week.  Please check back to see if you’ve won. You’ll have two weeks to claim the prize.  If you fail to claim the prize, it’s void.  A new name will not be re-drawn, per my contest rules.  For the rest of the rules, please see my disclaimer.
FYIENTERING the contest means you’ve read and agreed to the rules laid out in the disclaimer.
Full disclosure… I kinda got the idea from Barbara Vey and her awesome parties that she’s done over the years.

Quick kinda contest…

contest is now closed.  Comments posted after 10:20 EST 1/31/2014 won’t be entered.


So I’m spreading the love.  I have this book.  I want to share the love.  Because I love this author and you should, too.



In the Provincial Union of Victoriana, a steampunk America that lost the Revolutionary War, Charmian “Kit” Kittredge makes her living investigating crimes of magic. While Kit tries to avoid the nobs of high society, she follows mysteries wherever they lead.

Unlike most folks, Kit doesn’t believe in magic, but she can’t refuse to help Lady Diana Walsh, who claims a curse is viciously wounding her while she sleeps. As Kit investigates the Walsh family, she becomes convinced that the attacks are part of a more ominous plot—one that may involve the lady’s obnoxious husband. 

Sleuthing in the city of Rumsen is difficult enough, but soon Kit must also skirt the unwanted attentions of a nefarious deathmage and the unwelcome scrutiny of the police chief inspector. Unwilling to surrender to either man’s passion for her, Kit struggles to remain independent as she draws closer to the heart of the mystery. For the truth promises to ruin her life—and turn Rumsen into a supernatural battleground from which no one will escape alive.


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Want a copy?  I’m giving away a couple… how many depends on how many entries I get between now and Friday (probably Friday night).  To enter, just leave the name of an author you want more people to read.