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Shiloh Walker

And…He’s here. Will and Mandy. Grimm’s End. The End

The End

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

Grimm’s Circle, Book 9

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 other Grimm 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.


You of all creatures.

Something wet trickled down his hand and he looked down to see that it was stained with the ichor that served for blood in the demons that populated this world.

He swiped it on the rags that had become of his clothes.

The smear faded into the others. It had been so long since he had been clean. He wouldn’t even remember how it felt. It had been so long since he had worn something other than these rags. He looked down, staring at the denim that lie under the dirt.

Mandy had given these to him.

Soon, they’d barely even resemble the jeans they’d once been. He stroked a finger down the worn seam and thought of her.

Drawn by an instinct he couldn’t explain, he slid to the ground and used his knife to cut a small strip from one leg’s hem. It was already ragged so he went up higher and cut where it wasn’t too torn or worn. Once he had a long enough strip, he tore it free from the rest of the leg and stared at it.

Is there anything you can wear that won’t end up white?

Laughter echoed in her eyes as she walked in and found him plucking at the already fading shirt she’d given him. He’d warned her, told her she was wasting her money.

It’s my money. Let me waste it. You can come into the twenty-first century, Will. Wear some jeans. Wear a T-shirt, a sweatshirt, a Henley…be comfortable for once in your endless life.

Slowly, he wrapped the faded denim around the hilt of his knife, up near the top, smoothing it and tightening it until it didn’t interfere with his grip, and then adjusting it until it felt like it was part of the grip itself.

He closed his eyes and stroked his thumb down. He held it in place with his thumb as he walked across the ground, returning to what had become his base. Any number of things ended up on this side. In the time since he’d been here—weeks, months, years—he’d come across the salvaged remains of a bus, a small private jet, numerous cars, numerous corpses.

Few of the demons had the strength, but on rare occasion, some horror allowed a creature like an orin to twist at a rip and make it large enough for a few moments, just a few, to pull something massive through. Something like a bus, a small private jet…a few cars.

He scavenged those sites, falling back on skills he hadn’t had to use since early in his life, but some things, it seemed, were never truly lost. Food, while not crucial, made things easier so he took every bit he found, eating the perishables immediately and saving anything that didn’t have a shelf life. The few times he’d been able to make any attempt to clean himself had been because he’d come across a diaper bag or something of that sort.

The item he needed today had come from a bag as well.

A woman’s purse. He found a small sewing kit tucked inside his cache and sat down, his back to the rough rock wall just outside the mouth of his cave and he threaded the needle as he stared out across a barren landscape.

He went over the scrap of fabric with careful, neat stitches, reliving the past dozen years—or the dozen years he’d had with her—over in his mind. They were painfully clear, like they’d been cut with crystal and etched upon his brain.

“She’s a fighter, Will.”

“She can’t survive these wounds. And they are too severe for me to heal.”

“Then bring her over. She fought fucking parasei. They raped her, and she still fought.”

He shoved the needle through the material.

Laughing at him when he felt the tug of one of his Grimm.

“Obi Wan Kenobi needs to commune with the Force.”

Another stitch.

“I’m not hovering.”

“And what would you call it, Will? You’re never more than three feet away!”

The needle stabbed into his finger and broke when it hit his bone. He swore and jerked it out, staring at the blood as it welled. But he didn’t see the blood.

He saw her.

Pleading with him.

“Don’t. Don’t do this, Will. I love you.”

With a roar, he shoved upright and spun, slamming his fist into the rock. It did nothing to ease his pain and he did it again and again and again. Rock cracked and dust rose around him and he never noticed.

He continued to pound on the massive wall of stone even as pebbles, small bits of rock and debris started to rain down on him from above.

If it hadn’t been for the ripple in the air, he might have buried himself. Might have, and he likely would have welcomed it. The crushing, suffocating weight of being buried under tons of stone would have been a welcome respite from the weight of his own guilt and every other obstacle he’d placed between himself and the one woman in all his years that he’d actually ever wanted.

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Two more days until it’s all over…

Grimm's End


Despondent, I reached out and fisted my hand in the grass.

The stupid, stubbornly green grass.

Black feathers appeared in my line of sight and a moment later, gold-dusted skin followed.

Crow sat in front of me and finally, I looked up.

He arched a brow.

“You will not speak?” he asked softly.

“I don’t have much to say to you.”

“It isn’t my fault the traitor is gone,” Crow said, lifting a shoulder. “He owes a debt he can never repay.”

Oh. That was so the wrong thing to say.

I was on my feet. I didn’t even recall moving. Shoving my face into his, I jammed a finger into his chest. It was like trying to shove a finger through a boulder. He didn’t budge. I just shoved harder. “I don’t give a damn what debt he owes. If you got a problem with him, that’s your tough luck. You clearly have no idea how many lives he’s saved, how much good he has done. Whatever he fucked up back in the day? I think he’s square with the house again.”

“Square?” Crow’s brows dropped.

I could all but see him puzzling through what she’d said. Yeah, yeah, yeah…I’d used modern talk with somebody who was clearly not modern. The weight of his years hung over me like an oppressive cloak, grabbing at my neck, all but choking me.

Will and Sina had that kind of feel to them, but Crow was even more so. I don’t want to think about how old he was. Once, I’d managed to get enough information out of Sina to make a stab at her age. She wasn’t quite two thousand years old, but she was close.

Will was—and damn it, he was still alive—older.

Crow had even more age to him—I could feel it weighing down the air around me.

He felt so very…other.

I think he’d been human once, but he now made no attempt at being anything but what he was. Other.

“Yes.” I went back to staring at the spot where I’d last seen Will. “He’s paid his debt, and then some.”

Sometimes I thought that if I stared hard enough, if I waited long enough, he would just come back. He could find his way back.

Crow sighed.

“Foolish child. You don’t even understand what he did. How can you decide if he has paid?”

“He’s got more than two thousand years of paying under his belt,” I said, shaking my head. “He’s been forced to kill and bring people back, forced to watch everything he knows, everybody he knows die and watch as the world changes all around him—and he’s still here. You think that’s not an acceptable payment?”

I looked up at him.

“He’s given up his very soul. What else must he give up?”

Crow made a derisive snort. “The one you call Will has no soul. He gave that shriveled, useless thing up long ago. But believe in your fairy story if you must. Perhaps it will comfort you.”

He rose and launched himself into the sky. My eyes watered from the force of his passing.

“Fairy tale,” I muttered. “It’s fairy tale.”

And I’d do just that. I had little else left to believe in.

Grimm’s End


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More on Ex-Con

For the first few months, it’s only going to be available able digitally on Kindle Unlimited.  I know I’ve got a lot of readers who read in other formats and it will be made available on those platforms in a few months.

Working with another author has been a lot of fun but it’s also a give and take, finding a way to make our mutual styles and platforms work. Our writing styles seemed to mesh rather well. Now we’re trying to figure out the marketing, and I’m going to admit, M.S. is a marketing genius.  Now…if I can just crack that formula… 😉

Okay, seriously…that marketing thing is something I’ve struggled with. A lot of you know the series funerals I’ve had to throw, so establishing a more sound marketing plan has been a goal of mine for a while. When M.S. and I started talking about things, I looked at the project as a way to maybe start experimenting.

In this market, you’ve got to learn and change and grow, which is all boring, really…but it’s crucial for authors to understand and know that.  So that’s what’s up with the experimentation.

Experimentation is what leads to growth and stability and all that jazz…and growing is what we gotta do if we wanna stay alive.

I hope those who’ve been hanging in with me but don’t read Kindle understand.  It will be coming and soon.



Top secret project revealed.

M.S. Parker and I got together to work on this and it’s going to be out…soon. Like in about two weeks.

I was an ex-con. A convicted killer. And I knew that’s all anyone would ever see me as. At least I thought so…until I met her…

Ex-Con: Bad Boy Romance

When recent parolee Bobby Cantrell loses yet another job, he resigns himself to the usual struggle of finding a place willing to take a chance on someone with his past. Then, without warning, a gorgeous blonde careens into his life and everything changes.

Carly Prince. Gorgeous. Untouchable. Everything Bobby could ever want and knows he can Ex Con Finalnever have.

Except, maybe, he’s finally found someone who sees something good inside him, something even he can’t see.

What he can’t do, however, is escape from his past. A past that now threatens to destroy the new life he’s building for himself…and threatens people he’s come to care about. Can he save them, or will he have more blood on his hands?


Sounds fun, huh?

Ex-Con will be out November 3.

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Come back tomorrow

I’ll be posting the covers for 30 Nights with A Dirty Boy series…

But so you don’t feel like you wasted your time…

Here’s a snippet.

I’d wanted a night with him.

No, actually… I’d wanted a number of nights and I’d wanted those nights to include things like naughty touches and kisses and flesh stroking against flesh and all the things I’d read about, all the things I’d dreamed about…but the things I’d never dared to think might be mine.

But it wasn’t going to happen tonight.

Well, the kisses did.

I was practically breathless from yet another one when he pulled away abruptly, leaving me feeling like I might totter and fall, even though I sat on the couch.

Staring at the heavily muscled wall of his back, I watched as he moved to the window.

He just stood there.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He glanced at me over his shoulder, a faint smile curling his lips. “I think you might call it…regrouping.”

I frowned.

Sean chuckled and turned toward me. “You’re an odd duck for me, Ella. I want to make sure I’m…” He paused and caught his lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it a moment before slowly releasing it. That action made me hungry to do that very same thing to him—bite his lower lip, suck on it, then let it go.

The thought was so erotic I had to clench my knees together to stem that ache that started to pulse between my thighs.

“You…ah…” I shook my head, thrown off track by my own fantasies. “You what?”

He started toward me, his movements slow and sensual. He made me think of a panther I’d once seen, all sleek, sensual menace. If he had pounced on me in that moment, I don’t think I would have minded it. Not at all.

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Check back tomorrow… the Heroes & Heartbreakers blog and I will be posting the covers & blurbs for all three novellas in the serial. :)

Also, a reminder!  The Grimm series is still on sale, but only until Friday.

Blind Destiny

Candy Houses  0.99

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No Prince Charming 1.99

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Crazed Hearts 1.99

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Tarnished Knight 1.99

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Locked in Silence 1.99

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Grimm Tidings 1.99

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Blind Destiny 1.99

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Furious Fire 1.99

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After Friday, the sale ends and Greta turns back into a pumpkin and the swans will eat the glass slippers and…oh, wait.  I’m mixing my fairy tales.  Ignore me.  But seriously, the sale does end this weekend(ish)~sometimes the retailers take a while to revert prices back.

And next week, the last book in the series releases.

Grimm's End

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I’ve got more news that I’ll be posting later week, too.  Stay tuned.

One more week…

The Grimm books are on sale for one more week, guys…

Have you read them?


Candy Houses  0.99

BAMM | B & NBook DepositoryIndieBoundAmazon | ARe |iBooks

No Prince Charming 1.99

BAMMB & NBook DepositoryIndieBoundAmazon | ARe |iBooks

Crazed Hearts 1.99

Samhain | BN | Amazon | Kobo | ARe | iBooks

Tarnished Knight 1.99

Samhain| iBooksBN | Amazon | ARe |Kobo

Locked in Silence 1.99

BN | Amazon | Samhain | BAMM | Kobo |iBooks

Grimm Tidings 1.99

Samhain | Amazon | BN | Kobo |ARe | iBooks

Blind Destiny 1.99

Amazon | BN | Samhain | iBooks | Kobo | ARe

Furious Fire 1.99

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Are you a fan of bastardized fairy tales? Cinderalla stories or maybe a twisted Snow White?

With a demon or two thrown in? 😀

Here’s your chance…sale ends next week.