{"id":29515,"date":"2012-04-22T17:56:50","date_gmt":"2012-04-22T21:56:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shilohwalker.com\/website\/?page_id=29515"},"modified":"2014-10-23T20:59:58","modified_gmt":"2014-10-24T00:59:58","slug":"the-reunited","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.shilohwalker.com\/website\/shiloh-walker-series\/the-fbi-psychics-romance\/the-reunited\/","title":{"rendered":"The Reunited"},"content":{"rendered":"

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From the national bestselling author of <\/em>The Departed comes an all new novel of danger, intrigue, and a love stronger than death\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

AN ETERNAL DESIRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

With his strong psychic ability, FBI Agent Joss Crawford longs for the woman he loved in a past life. But after years of searching, a new case is drawing him into the last place he\u2019d ever want to find her: an underground slave ring. Going undercover to infiltrate the network, he meets Drucella Chapman\u2014the mastermind\u2019s fianc\u00e9e. Joss has every reason to believe she\u2019s evil. So why is he irresistibly drawn to her?<\/p>\n

A DANGEROUS GAME<\/strong><\/p>\n

Drucella has made it her personal mission to bring the slave ring down. But the sadistic ring leader is even more careful than he is cruel. In order to gain information, Dru has had to get close to the very man she wishes to kill, using her gift to read his memories bit by bit. She\u2019d do anything to finish the job, but agreeing to marry him may have been a step too far\u2014even for her.<\/p>\n

A FATEFUL ENCOUNTER<\/strong><\/p>\n

Though Joss and Dru are both undercover, nothing can disguise the sense of d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu they experience when they meet. Neither can afford to be distracted from the mission at hand, but perhaps their reunion is exactly what this mission needs\u2026<\/p>\n

From the unedited MS…<\/em><\/p>\n

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Hands jammed in his pockets, he headed down the strip, no particular destination in mind.\u00a0 As a tiny little girl–dressed in a wide-skirted dress of sunny yellow–cut in front of him, he almost tripped over his feet to keep from tripping over her<\/em>.\u00a0 Geez, what did she have on her feet, rockets?<\/p>\n

Her mother came running out of a store after her and automatically, Joss took a step to cut her off.\u00a0 The little girl stopped in her tracks and smiled up at him, her mouth smeared with chocolate, a rather marked contrast with the glittery stuff on her eyes, her hair.<\/p>\n

“I think somebody’s looking for you,” he said, nodding to the frazzled woman just before the lady could catch her arm.<\/p>\n

She gave him a thankful look and as they melted back into the crowd, Joss did the same, moving with the flow.<\/p>\n

Nothing here, he thought, distracted, nothing\u2026<\/p>\n

The road veered in a path off to the left.\u00a0 It wasn’t a conscious decision to follow it, but he did so, following it around the curve, passing behind a shop to a small alcove.<\/p>\n

And he came up short, freezing in his tracks.<\/p>\n

There she was\u2026it was the woman he’d glimpsed earlier, in that figment of a vision, just before the dream had fallen apart, but that gut deep recognition\u2026he knew<\/em> her.<\/p>\n

He knew her face.<\/p>\n

Joss Crawford wasn’t prone to melodrama, he wasn’t prone to wishful thinking and he didn’t much believe in fairy tales or anything about crazy tales of love at first sight.<\/p>\n

But the woman striding down the pavement, her face grim, her eyes dark\u2026the sight of her was a punch, straight to his heart.\u00a0 She didn’t look<\/em> like she should, part of his brain insisted, but it didn’t matter.<\/p>\n

He knew her, damn it.\u00a0 Standing rigid, barely able to breathe, much less move, he waited for her to look at him, to see him\u2026to know<\/em> him.\u00a0 But it didn’t happen.<\/p>\n

In fact, she was so busy staring at the pavement and making a concentrated effort to ignore everything around her, she didn’t even seem to notice<\/em>.\u00a0 She went to pass around him and he just couldn’t stop him–he stepped right into her path so that she crashed straight into his chest.<\/p>\n

She plowed into him, that body, all lean limbs and long muscles and golden, sunkissed skin, a nice, solid weight that he figured would fit his body just about perfectly.\u00a0 She stumbled and he reached up, closed his hands around the upper part of her arms, where the cotton of her shirt kept him from touching bare flesh.<\/p>\n

He wanted to touch bare flesh\u2026after all this time, he figured he just about needed<\/em> to.\u00a0 But not now.<\/p>\n

Right now, she was staring up at him with dazed, distrustful eyes–wariness flashed through them and he felt her tense.<\/p>\n

“I’m sorry,” she said coolly. Oh.\u00a0 That voice.\u00a0 He loved it.\u00a0 Elegant and sexy as all get-out, crisp and clean and so damned proper.\u00a0 “I didn\u2019t see you standing there.”<\/p>\n

“No problem,” he said.\u00a0 It wasn’t what he wanted to say, but after all of this time, he didn’t know what<\/em> to say.\u00a0 Damn it.\u00a0 She was here<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Images, bits of memory from that other life danced through his mind.<\/p>\n

Standing by the waterside, almost just like this.<\/p>\n

Her face lifted up to his.\u00a0 That first stolen kiss.<\/p>\n

The sound of her laughter.\u00a0 Watching as she brushed her hair\u2026golden hair then, long, past her waist.\u00a0 It had been beautiful.\u00a0 Her hair was dark now, nearly as dark as his own, sleek and shiny in a braid that fell over her shoulder, the tip of it curving over her breast.\u00a0 He wanted to unravel that braid, fist his hands in her hair and cover her mouth with his, taste her again.<\/p>\n

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