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The Reunited

She stood, her eyes all but shooting fire at him. He rose with her. . So pretty, he thought. So pretty and so damned strong. He hadn’t given her credit, he realized. Not enough now, and not then, either. She’d been ready to walk away. Not run in terror, but walk . . . after standing up to a monster. It had ended in a nightmare then.

This was their second chance, and they weren’t going to lose it.

A sneer danced across her face, chasing away some of the shadows and brightening her eyes. “I said, undo the cuffs.” Her voice was cool, icy, and oh so damn proper. She jerked against them.

The exact thing he’d been waiting for. He jerked back, spinning at the same time and moving in, taking her back down on the bed.

He caught his weight on his elbows and one knee, keeping the impact of his body from crushing her. “There,” he murmured, lowering his head and nuzzling the curve of her neck. “This is right about where I’ve wanted to be for maybe a hundred years. And that’s not even an exaggeration.”

“Get off me, you stupid git,” she snarled.

“Stupid git?” he echoed, lifting his head and staring down at her, amused. “How is it you can insult me and still sound so proper doing it?”

Narrowing her eyes, she said, “How proper does this sound? Get the fuck off of me, you sodding wanker.”

“Hmmm. Sounds sexy as hell.” He dipped his head to hers. Two seconds later, he jerked his head. “Ouch! Damn it, you mean little brat.”

Licking his throbbing lip, he eyed her closely. She lay there, still. “Try to kiss me again, and I’ll do more than bite you. I’m done with you, do you hear me, Crawford? Done.”

He felt something drive into his heart . . . claws, maybe. Too jagged and rough to be a blade, and a knife couldn’t shred him to pieces like this. “No.” Shaking his head, he leaned in, pressed his head to hers. “It’s not done. It can’t be . . . don’t you see? We never even started. How can we be done if we never even had a chance to start?”

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Wrapping it up with a prelude to a nice groveling scene.

Read more about the book… and you can also read about the contest.

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:)  FYI, make sure you read the disclaimer. You have to check back to claim your prizes.

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Today is a ramble… I hit up Devon Monk this time

FYI, winner has until 11/9/2012 to claim prize or she has forfeited the angel’s wing! Added 11/7/2012.

And let me tell you, that was some scary, death-defying biz there.  Do not do what I did.  She’s got like poisoned magic in her house.  She’s nuts.  Anyway.  Go read about it at The Book Vixen’s place.  Win some of the goodies I…ah…acquired…LEGITIMATELY!!! When I…um, accidentally fell into her house.  Yeah, that’s it.

Totally legitimate, right?

Okay, carrying on.  Prize to award…

The winner of the angel feather!

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Linda, I need you to email me… shilohwalker2011 at I’ll need your mailing addy, please! Thanks to all who entered!

A snippet from STOLEN…just a few more days!

“Do you need anything?” he asked.


He stopped and turned, facing her, his hands hanging loose at his sides. “What?”

“Stop moving around so much…and…” she licked her lips, closed her eyes. Then, taking a deep breath, she asked, “Would you maybe just sit with me for a while? I mean…I know you and I aren’t together anymore, and maybe you don’t have anything left in you for me, but I’m feeling kind of…”


She opened her eyes.

He came toward her and stopped just a breath away. One hand came up and cupped her chin. And as those whiskey-gold eyes met hers, all the pain and chaos and misery inside her fell away and once more, she was lost. But it was okay, because she was lost inside him, and that was where she wanted to be, where she needed to be.

“You think I don’t have anything in me for you?” he murmured, lowering his head so that the words were whispered against her lips. “Baby…everything I have in me is for you. You’re my everything. You are it for me. I knew that months ago. And it was killing me that you wouldn’t let me in.”

Read more here, or…ya know.  You can preorder. :)

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Coming up…Blades and Books


Patricia Briggs, author of the #1 NYTimes Mercy Thompson series.

Blades and Books Blog Tour…

I carried a picture of Doyle in my back pocket.

I’d made a copy and tucked it in my pocket the day I accepted the case.

Maybe it was silly, but I wanted to remember what I was risking my life for. Who.

A kid.

A nervous, scared kid who wasn’t even sure he could survive the change from human to were.

He had blond hair, sleepy-looking eyes and the promise of what would be a killer smile. So much promise. And what was more…he had kind eyes. The kindness in his eyes hadn’t been lost on me.

It seemed that the cat shifters could use with more kindness in their ranks.

Chang had seemed the decent sort. A few others hadn’t been too bad. But most of them were caught up in the power play and it pissed me off that somebody who might have been one of the nice ones was lost to them.

I knew his face now. He was mine. I’d do everything I could to find him and if I couldn’t find him, it would be because there was nothing left to find.

On the way down to the cold floor of Banner HQ, I slid my hand into my pocket and tugged out the picture of Doyle, rubbing it with my thumb. I didn’t look at it. There was no need. I knew his face well enough now that I could draw his picture. More than once, I’d found myself doing just that.

He didn’t look like his aunt.

Queen Bitch.

Would death be kind—?

No. I can’t think like that…can’t, I can’t, I can’t….

A hand came up and closed over my neck as the elevator doors opened. The people trickled out, but before we could follow them, Damon hit the button to shut the doors and then he just held it. “Are you trying to push yourself into a panic attack?”

So, starting on 7/15, I start a two week blog tour and I’m giving away a prize at the end of it all.  Blades and books.  Now the contest isn’t open yet, but it will be soon. Want to see what you can do to get an extra entry?

Post the button at your blog, and when the rafflecopter entry goes live, just get that info added in and you’ve got extra entries.

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Want to read about the prizes?

Check it out here…

Blades and Books Blog Tour…


Shiloh isn't here today…

I’m not here today.

You can find me here. Over at the Raven blog, talking about psychics.

Or here, at Wickedly Romantic, talking about fave paranormal series.

And I do believe there is a contest for at least one of the guest blogs. Maybe both.

Did you all notice I’m kind of all over the place this week?

*G*  Not quite done yet either.   On Saturday, I’ll be in two places at once.

Well, sort of.  I’ll be guest blogging at the blog over at Access Romance and I’ll also be signing books in Columbia, SC.


November 8
with JC Wilder, Beth Williamson & Samantha Kane, Allie Blue
324 Columbia Place Mall
7201 Two Notch Rd

And just in case nobody’s noticed me mentioning it, The Missing is out this week.  *G*

The Missing

From a bestselling author whose stories are “exhilarating [and] action-packed”* comes a sinfully sexy novel of romantic suspense about a woman whose psychic gift drives away the man she loves—and years later draws him back to her…


As a teenager, Taige Branch was able to do things with her psychic gift that others couldn’t understand—except for Cullen Morgan, the boy her stole her heart. He did his best to accept her abilities, until his mother was brutally murdered—and he couldn’t forgive Taige for not preventing her death.


Now a widowed father, Cullen Morgan has never forgotten Taige. But what brings her back into his life is another tragic event. His beloved little girl has been kidnapped, and Taige is his only hope of finding her.


Working together against the clock, Cullen and Taige can’t help but wonder whether—if they find his daughter in time—it isn’t too late for the overpowering love that still burns between them…




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Blog take-overs & new releases

If you’re looking for Shiloh, you won’t find her here today.

Today she is over at Jordan’s.  And Jordan is here.

If you’re looking for details on THE MAGNIFICENT EIGHT, click here.


Shiloh and I decided to do something different in honor of our simultaneous book releases (ie THE MISSING and RED). We thought it might be cool to take over each other’s blogs for the day…

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Playing at Sybil's today

:-) Gee, think Blogland is tired of me yet?

Today I’ll be at Sybil’s with a guest blog and I’ll drop in during the day. I believe I interviewed Kalen for this one…

This was originally my last ‘stop’ so to speak, but a few more things popped up. I’ll try to remember to add those details when I get them.

Regular blogging to resume if I ever recover from NEW RELEASE ANXIETY…

(I think it deserves its own medical designation, don’t you?)

There’s a contest going on at May’s blog for a free Shiloh (bratty) ebook via fictionwise. I believe all you gotta do to win is comment.

I’ve gotten most of the books in from the auction I did and I’ll be packing them up for Emmy the lucky woman here soon. Before I do, I’m going to list them all on the blog with a huge thank you to all the authors. (Hopefully my memory is functioning better at this point)

Also, those who won the ARC contest (or received a digital ARC from me), if you don’t have a link to your review on my ‘review’ page, drop me a link in comments on where to find your review. Those who got their review up before release time, if you’d email me… I’m going to be sending you a small ‘thank you’ type of prize. email at shilohwalker (at)

(had to edit and mention a few things I forgot)


Two Tour Stops & An Excerpt

Today and tomorrow, I’ll be hanging out at Lora Leigh & Veronica Chadwick’s forum. Chatting. Excerpts. Trying not to bite my nails off in worry as I think about Through the Veil releasing.

You know, typical author stuff. ;)

You can find me here:

And just in case you can’t access the forum, I don’t want you feeling left out. (It’s got some naughty pics-won’t load for everybody).

You can also find me here with a guest post and I’ll drop in during the day:

And for all my visitors here, I’ve got an excerpt from Through the Veil (releases tomorrow…come on, go buy it. Make me feel a little less like biting my nails to the quick)

You could buy it @

Or lots of other .com places.

Or even your friendly neighborhood bookstore. But I don’t have addies for all of those. Come on…pretty please?

Oh…uh…yeah. The excerpt.

“He killed them all, Kalen.”

With harsh, jerking motions, he shoved his plasma rifle into the harness at his back. Fury and grief burned inside him and he wanted to howl out his rage to the night sky. But at the low, rough sound of her voice, he turned to look at her, a fist closing around his heart. There were tears sparkling in her cerulean eyes.

She blinked them away before they could fall but still, the sight of them was like a punch to his already battered system. Lee never cried. “Damn it, how much longer do we have to keep doing this?” she demanded, her voice shaking and hoarse with barely suppressed emotion.

Kalen cupped his hand over her neck, drawing her against him, his body jumping to life as her sleek curves came into contact with his tensed muscles. “Until we win, darlin’. Until we win,” he replied. Or until they kill all of us. The unspoken words hung between them, unsaid, but understood.

It made no sense. The brutality of the demon attacks had increased over the past decade with an intensity that sickened and scared all of them. There had been a time when the Anqarians had policed the demons themselves. It had only made sense—they used Ishtan as their breeding ground so they wouldn’t want it totally decimated.

But lately, it was as though Anqar didn’t give a bloody damn. Not that Kalen wanted to go back to simply evading slaving expeditions or fighting to free the females before it was too late, but this sudden reversal made little sense.

“And will we when?” Lee asked. But she didn’t seem to expect an answer and that was just as well. Kalen had no desire to lie to her simply to comfort her, but from where he stood, their future looked grim.

A shudder wracked her body and then she sighed. The soft sound was broken in the middle by a weird little hitching hiccup. He gritted his teeth as he felt the soft push of her breasts against his chest, the smooth plane of her belly cuddling up against his cock.

He could smell her. She smelled so sweet, so warm and alive. The scent of her body took him away from everything—for just the briefest moment, he could imagine himself reaching for Lee, holding her body against his. Feeling the warmth of the sun on his flesh, feeling her silken soft body moving against his own.

A few seconds of peace—the rebellion faded away. The stink of his decaying, dying world, for a moment, was replaced by the warmth of a woman. Then, it was over. Lee stepped away and seemed totally oblivious to the effect she had on him.

So now will you pretty please buy it? :)


Today's virtual stop…and some real life stops.

Today I’m over at the Book Binge. Or rather, an interview and an excerpt are at The Book Binge.

And it’s sort of shaping up to look like I might be doing a signing while I’m in Alaska the latter part of July or first weekend in August.

We shall see. Details will be posted if it pans out.

On Saturday, 5/31/08, I’ll be signing at the Borders in Barboursville, WV with Lora Leigh.


Signing with Lora Leigh

May 31 2-4pm


120 Huntington Mall

Barboursville, WV


Me & Nora Roberts & the first stop on my virtual tour

I think my name sounds good with hers. ;-)

And I bet it looks very pretty, too. You can even get a chance to see-of course, it’s a quilt, not a book. (I only wish).

I hadn’t realized that Icia had done a quilt for the Brenda Novak charity auction. Or if I had known, I’d forgotten. Chances are I’d known and forgotten, because I’ve signed several squares for Icia before.

FYI, Icia makes gorgeous quilts.

Absolutely gorgeous- and I know that for a fact, because I’ve got one on the back of my couch.

See? And this one is mine, you can’t win it.

Icia's quilt 3

You could bid on this one, though. And it’s very, very pretty…


You could also bid on this:

Everything a Girl Needs To Be A Hunter

Or this:

Private Places ARC-signed-

BTW, just a reminder, the virtual book tour thing starts today, over at Anne’s blog.