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Busted…spread the word, win some prizes…

BUSTED is due out tomorrow… if you feel like helping me spread the word at all, you can win some goodies, including …drumroll…

This is a complete rewrite of my old EC title Whipped Cream and Handcuffs.  Completely rewritten. I’ll be reissuing it sometime over the summer. The winner gets a PDF ARC of it, along with a GC to to Amazon, BN or iBooks~book money!!! Okay, that gets the real drum roll, right?  Also, some swag.

How to enter…?

Spread the word about Busted.  If you blog, use twitter, GR or Pinterest, you can enter. FYI, there will be one entry method for those who don’t use those.

For bloggers, you’ve got two options, and yes, you can take both, if you want.

Either post the cover and a link to my blog…


Or post the info below the *****


Check out Shiloh Walker’s BUSTED!

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It took almost twenty minutes to get to her room, thanks to the crush at the elevators. During that twenty minutes, Trey waited for the voice of reason to ruin things.
Waited for that awkwardness that had accompanied the last two dates.
Waited for his gut to start to churn at the thought of sitting down over a drink—it did, every time. He dealt with it, smiled through it and handled the headache after.
Waited for a rush of guilt, for the elevator to get stuck, an earthquake, a meteor strike…anything that would signify this was just a bad, awful idea.
But with each minute that passed, he just wanted to be in her room—at this point, any room would do, so long as he had some privacy—because he was dying to touch her.
He didn’t know exactly what she was offering.
Part of him thought he did, and he was almost certain he was right, but Trey was a realist. He was also more likely to believe in the negative with some things, because it was easier that way. Disappointment sucked.
He was also fully aware that more than likely, even if she was interested in…anything, this was the most likely scenario—if she touched him, his brain was going to screw everything up and then he’d look like a basket case in front of a woman he wanted more than he wanted his next breath of air.
His hands were shaking.
To hide it, he shoved them into his back pockets as they waited for their turn to shuffle onto the elevator. Finally, they managed to wedge themselves in and then more people wedged themselves in after that. Trey found himself so close, he could have turned his head and he’d be able to bury his face in her hair. Soft, wild twists of curls…what would she do—
“Oh! Sorry!” There was a giggle, a squeal…and then like a bunch of dominos, people half fell, half crashed into others as the woman in the front continued to giggle. “Oopsie! Too marny—ah, too many marnis—too many martinis!”
A couple of snorts, a couple of snickers and more than a few curses. Trey barely heard any of them. Ressa had ended up crushed against his chest and he was pinned to the wall. Her hip was pressed snug to his crotch and even as he tried to ease her away, her gaze shifted, lifted…
His cock started to pulse, throb.
Her gaze dropped to his mouth.
Her hand fisted in the material of his shirt as she licked the full, ripe curve of her lower lip. If he didn’t at least taste that mouth—
The elevator dinged and bodies spilled out. As the person next to them escaped the press, Ressa eased back. Dusky color rode along her cheekbones as she slid her eyes up to meet his.
Tearing his gaze away, he looked at the lights flickering above the elevator door.
It hit her floor and as she turned away, she slid her hand down, caught his.
Sweat beaded at the nape of his neck and he had one brief moment of lucidity.
Trey Barnes was a man who liked order. He liked to be in control.
But he had absolutely no idea what in the hell he was doing.
And he was absolutely fine with that.

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Weekend News & Winners

Winner of the Sweeter than Sin ARC is Viki S.  Viki, you have two weeks to claim your prize… email me at shilohwalker2011 at and put Blog contest/Sweeter Than Sin in the subject line.  Remember to include your address!

So.  My weekend included this…

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We went to the Cincinnati Comic Expo.  Sheila with Circle of Seven invited me to join her and I had a great time.  We had a panel on sexy heroes and we had a booth where we sold books and chatted with attendees and gaped at awesome costumes.  C.L. Wilson had the brilliant idea to grab people and have them posing with our books.

Which I think is awesome.

Several cosplayers were more than happy to play along and we got some great pictures.

These are just a couple of them.

Sweeter than Sin… want an early read?

It’s just a few more weeks…

Saved one of my copies for a giveaway here.  Want it?


Sweeter than Sin


It could be said that Adam Brascum loved women.

It could be said.

But it would be off-target.  Adam didn’t love women—he didn’t hate them, but he didn’t love them, either.  He needed them.

The soft curves, the scent of their skin, the husky voices as they whispered to him in the night.  If he worked it right, he could spent the night with any number of them, and he wouldn’t have to be alone unless he wanted.

Wouldn’t have to be alone, with just the voices in his head, the memory of a phone call, the memory of a smile, the memory of the girl he might have been able to save.

If only he’d done something.

Now, years after, when it was far too late, he was doing something.  Drowning his sorrows between the thighs of just about any woman who would have him.

There had been a time when he’d drown his sorrows with a woman, along with the help of his good friend, Captain Morgan, or maybe some Jack Daniels, but that had all stopped on a cold wintry day.  He could still remember the soft, sad words spoken in his ear and at the foot of a grave, he’d made a promise.

He didn’t make them often, but when he did, he kept them.

So the booze was gone.

His only vice now was women.

Lately, though, that vice wasn’t doing it for him anymore.

He didn’t even know the name of the woman in bed next to him.  She was beautiful, a long, sleek woman maybe ten years older than him and she had left him feeling like she could put him through his paces for the rest of the night.  He’d slept maybe thirty minutes, her neck tucked against his chest, her hand resting on his stomach.

And then the nightmare hit.

He was standing in front of the house.

Just standing there.

It was dark.

It was cold.

The dimly lit windows mocked him.  If he moved any closer, the lights would go out, and he’d find nothing.

But he could hear her.  Her voice, whispering his name…


To enter, just tell me that last romantic suspense you read.  :)  I’m always looking for good ones.

Contest open through the end of the week!  Standard disclaimer applies. Entering means you’ve read it and agreed, including the part where the winner is posted here and must check back to claim the prize within two weeks!

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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