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Locked in Silence…now available…


Dying is hard enough. Coming back to life is brutal.

Grimm’s Circle, Book 5

Vanya has been hunting and killing demons ever since one of them scarred her face and killed her sister. Correction—since she was forced to kill the demon possessing her sister.

Then some sort of angel offers her a deal she can’t refuse—that if she becomes one of them, she gets to kill even more demons. Tonight, she’s made that choice. The death she smells on the air will be her own—and she welcomes it.

Silence feels a darkness is looming. Change—something he has every reason not to welcome. The deeply hidden memories that robbed him of his past, of his own name, render him unfit to teach anyone the ways of the Grimm. Yet here he is in the dankest sex club in town, waiting to assume his charge—after he stands by and watches her die.

When Vanya awakes, their complicated, dangerous dance begins. And so does something else—a searing need that blisters along their unexpected mental connection. Silence shouldn’t be drawn to his student, but once they touch, he can’t think of a reason to stop. Even though acting out their darkest desires puts them in more danger than they realize.


just a bit of a note…Silence is mute. He communicates through sign, or in Vanya’s case…(the heroine) through pyschic communication.


I’m such a tramp. A hopeless, lovesick tramp.

Almost an hour had passed. She was back on a barstool. Alone.

Not for long, though.

Morosely, Vanya watched as Silence walked across the bar’s dance floor.

Here she was in the middle of a sex club, her body still buzzing from the arousal from earlier. In the back of her mind, she was aware of a discordant cadence—succubae, incubae…demons. They’d have to deal with them tonight—after all, that was why they were here, to see how she could handle one on her own now that she was one of the Grimm.

But all she could think was, Damn, he looks hot, and if those bitches don’t quit staring at him, I’m going to hurt them.

Some of those bitches were demons.

But most of them were human, and hell, she couldn’t blame them for staring at Silence.

He was damn well worth staring at. He was so damned beautiful—angelically beautiful, even. She smirked as she thought it. Then she thought about what he’d said, what he’d offered.

That dark, disturbing fantasy.

Her belly turned into a hot, nervous tangle and she needed a drink even thinking about it.

“The job,” she told herself. “Think about the damn job.”

It wasn’t like that wasn’t enough to keep her mind occupied right now.

She was getting ready to actually engage with the enemy.

She’d been moved from the basic part of training to the actual fighting-with-demons part.

He hadn’t given it a fancy name—just told her a week ago she’d be engaging with demons soon.

After two months of being pummeled by him during the nights and spending the dawn hours under him and a few hours of the day wrapped around him, she was moving from punching bag to demon fodder.


Of course, he hadn’t told her she was going to be demon fodder.

She just felt that way.

There were more demons here than she was used to dealing with. She could feel them. Feel them in a way she hadn’t felt them before. She’d all but started shaking when he’d led her in here, and only his hand on her back had kept her from bolting.

His hand…and the low, soothing rumble of his voice in her mind. You’ll be fine. This is nothing you haven’t done before, remember that. You’ve fought succubae and incubae—when you were human, and you did fine. You are ready for this. I wouldn’t bring you here if you weren’t ready, and I’ll never be too far from your side, I promise.

He’d kept that promise too.

Save for when he left to get her a drink, he’d hardly left her side at all.

They’d danced, they’d necked in the corner, they’d watched the couple act out a rape fantasy, and then he’d used his very talented hands to give her several delightful orgasms.

And now…

He was coming back to her with a glint in his eye and a man in tow.

Except the man behind him wasn’t a man.

It was an incubae, and Vanya knew she’d dealt with his kind before—there was no reason to be so scared—none. She’d killed these things before, on her own, and she wasn’t alone now.

But something felt…different. Off.

Hell. Maybe it was just her.

She’d been on edge ever since she’d stepped into the club, and it wasn’t just because she’d watched the hottest damn sexual act ever, and it wasn’t just from what Silence had offered.

Nerves, she told herself. Just nerves and she needed to get over it.

Now. Because the incubae was only five feet away and he was staring at her like she was a piece of candy and he was starving for a taste.


Vanya saw it in his eyes.

“He thinks we’re looking for a third,” Silence said to her. “And he already thinks you’re nervous, so we don’t need to worry about that.”

Briefly she wondered how he’d managed to communicate with the guy, but five seconds later, she figured it out.

The guy was already trying to crawl all over her, his hands coming to rest on her outer thighs while he nuzzled her neck. “Fuck, you’re hot. I’ve been watching you two since you came in, baby, and I’ve been hoping you were looking for some more action. Lucky me…”

Obviously Silence hadn’t needed to speak—the man had done all the speaking for him.

She stared over his shoulder at Silence, well aware that her eyes were too wide, that she probably looked a little too panicked. Damn it, she couldn’t do this—couldn’t do it…

A hand touched her shoulder. Warm, hard, scarred—she knew that touch. Turning her head, she stared into Silence’s blue eyes. He cupped her chin, angled her head back. As his mouth covered hers, he murmured into her mind, “He can’t stop talking any easier than I can talk, it seems. Relax…he’s new, unused to being in the mortal world, I suspect. All we need to do is get him outside. He already thinks I’ve talked you into this, so that’s why you’re nervous.”



Vanya wasn’t nervous.

She was terrified.

The man currently rubbing his crotch against her leg was a demon. She was used to demons, yeah. But she wasn’t used to being quite so surrounded by them, and Silence had already told her they were going to do the kill here—not away from the rest of the others, but here. And if more came, she was supposed to deal with it.

Deal with more than a couple of them at a time.

His tongue teased her lips, and his voice, that teasing, rough rumble in her mind said, “Open for me…relax. Ah, you’re sweet, Vanya…”

The ridged scars on his palms rasped over her flesh as he stroked a hand up over her arm, her shoulder, cupping her neck.

“Y’all want go into the back? Find one of the rooms?” their new companion asked, right when she’d thought maybe she could relax.

This was better, though.

Because the sooner they got moving, the sooner she could either try to kill this guy or screw up so Silence could step in.

And shit, how pathetic was that? She’d killed these things before. A lot. Without Silence’s help, on her own, back when she’d been a human. Just because she’d lured them away and acted on a one-on-one or two-on-one basis didn’t change things much.

She was more than human now.

She could handle this.

Pulling her mouth away from Silence, she looked at the incubae.

Well, he was a good-looking bastard, she’d give him that.

They usually were, though.

His eyes ran over her with appreciation, never once pausing at her scarred face. No, he was too interested in staring at her tits, which were very much on display in the corset she wore in lieu of a top. Her clothing consisted of that and a microscopic skirt. The boots covered more flesh than the skirt did, for crying out loud, coming up to her knees. Fortunately, there was no heel to the boot, and she knew she’d be able to move in them—she’d already checked that out.

She also had her knives stashed inside them.

Suddenly, eager hands were gripping her waist, pulling her from the stool where she was sitting. Realizing the guy had taken her silence for consent, she stiffened.

“We need him outside,” Silence said into her mind, his voice hard and flat. “I will not risk you getting cornered with this many of the possessed. You’re too new.”

Even as he said it, he slipped an arm around her waist, nuzzling her neck—maybe to look as though he were encouraging her.

Stiffening her legs, she gave the demon tugging on her hand a nervous look and shook her head. “How about outside?” she shouted, raising her voice, even though she knew she didn’t need to.

She leaned against Silence, not having to feign her nervousness or the shyness as the guy looked at her. The indulgent smile curling his lips made her want to pop him, though.

Silence’s hand, resting on her waist, tightened. “Breathe, dear one…don’t let him know you’re angered. He can sense it as well as I can.”

Turning her face into Silence’s chest, she took a deep, steady breath, forced the tight muscles in her back to relax. Then she pushed back and gave Silence a tight smile. She couldn’t get rid of the anger altogether, or the nervousness. Rising up on her toes, she curled a hand around his neck and tugged him down. She didn’t have to talk loud—the demon would hear her, and that was the point. “Do you have any idea just how big you’re going to owe me for this, baby? Sooooo big. I’m thinking oral sex and breakfast in bed every day for a month.”

As she settled back down in front of him, Silence flashed her a wide grin, and in her mind, she felt the warm blast of approval.

No, she couldn’t hide her discomfort. Might as well roll with it, right?

As the demon came up behind her and started to rub his cock against her ass, she clenched her jaw.

Silence caught her face in his hands just as the demon cupped her breasts and teased, “Come on, angel…relax. You got no idea how much fun we can show you.”

She blushed a brilliant shade of red, shooting a look around the club. Yeah, people were looking at them, but it wasn’t in shock.

Hell, it was a fucking sex club.

Of course people were looking at them.

But she had to get away from their stares before she cracked.

“Take me outside,” she said, her voice strained even to her own ears.

Silence tugged her away from the other man, his arm curling around her. Tucked against his leather-clad side, she relaxed a little, even as the demon came up next to them, his hand settling low on her back, his fingers toying with the laces of her corset.

“You’re doing fine,” Silence assured her as they broke through the crowd.

Out in the cool darkness of the evening, she managed, finally, to breathe. The itching, tight sensation along her spine relaxed and she let him guide them around the building. He’d already scoped it out, picked out the exact area he wanted to use.

Smart, prepared…so much more equipped to handle this than she was.

Damn it, was what she doing—

A hand clamped over her ass.

She stiffened but managed not to pull away. Barely. Just barely.

In the darkness, Silence came to a stop.

They were at the very far edges of the parking lot where, handily, lights were out. Handily—she’d watched as he took care of them. Not too many mortals would come to this area because of the darkness, and as she leaned against him, she watched as the darkness thickened.

“Dude, it’s fucking dark over here,” the demon muttered, his voice oddly strained. “Why not go back inside, beautiful? I want to see that pretty mouth of yours…”

“He’s used to being able to see in the dark and he can’t see past my illusions,” Silence said. Because she was touching him, the shadows weren’t affecting her and she could see the way the other guy’s dark eyes were darting around nervously.

Swallowing, she stepped away from Silence, relying on her ears to guide her to the other man, because once she wasn’t touching Silence, the darkness was complete, like being wrapped in black cotton and thrown in a cave with no exit, no natural light, nothing.

She could hear him, faintly.

Reaching out, she touched him. Her fingers brushed against a hard, flat stomach. Trailing them lower, she curled her hand around the front of his leather pants, tugged him forward. “I like it better out here,” she said softly. “It’s quieter…and I’m already nervous. Besides…” she had to force the breathy little giggle, but it sounded legit enough. “I’ve got a thing for doing it outside.”

The incubae relaxed as she touched him, giving in to the nature that ruled him. His mouth came down, finding hers easily enough, despite the dark. “Do you, angel?”


She coyly tugged her head aside, guided his mouth to her neck and wiggled around in his arms so that she was facing Silence again.

Knowing he’d see her, even if she couldn’t see him, she signed, Now?

“It’s your move, Vanya. I’m just the backup.”





Summer’s Hottest Hero…

All Romance Ebooks is having a contest for Summer’s Hottest Hero and DRAKE from Beg Me is in the running.

Quickie excerpt… you can read the rest here.

“I want to ask you for a favor,” she said, staring at him over her wine glass.

Drake told himself he could get through this—he told himself he wasn’t about to lose it, thinking about how sexy and sweet she looked in a short, flippy little tan skirt that left too much leg bare. He told himself he wasn’t all but drooling as he thought about the breasts under her close-fitting, clingy black top. He also told himself the dinner had been delicious, but he couldn’t remember what it tasted like or what he’d even eaten twenty minutes ago. Some kind of chicken. He thought. Or maybe pork. Right?

No, he was too focused on Tania, and the fact that she was sitting three feet away from him. Too focused on the fact that his cock was throbbing like a bad tooth and had been ever since she’d let him into her apartment an hour earlier.

Her words rang in his mind. She needed help—finally, though, something real, something physical he could focus on. That would really help. Maybe her car needed a tune-up, that was easy, although why she’d felt the need to cook for him just to ask for that, he didn’t know.

“Anything.” He tipped his beer bottle back, wetting his throat. Fuck it, she looked so beautiful. She was sitting so close, he could smell the scent of the lotion she’d slicked all over her skin. Good enough to eat, and that’s just what he wanted to do, too.

She grimaced and said, “Maybe you should put the beer down. Stop drinking for a minute because I don’t want you to choke when I ask.”

“Okay.” He smirked a little and leaned forward, setting the bottle on the table. “Although I don’t know what you could ask that would surprise me that much, Tania.”

“Five years ago.”

Okay—maybe I was wrong. She can surprise me.


Hunter’s Fall…now out!

And I have to post one of my favorite bits.


“I can’t believe this,” she said again, shaking her head. I won’t.

“Why?” He stroked her hair back from her face, his hands gentle, so gentle and warm and strong.

“Because it’s too late.” The tears blinding her spilled over and she murmured, “It’s too late for me. I’ve fallen.”

“It’s not too late . . . I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.”

Also, there’s a review and contest up at Vampire Book Club… 🙂

Read the prologue and chapter one


Hunt Me…now available


My latest ebook, a HUNTER’S WORLD story is now out!

She’s been keeping secrets…

Drew Quentin has been crazy about sexy Dakota Coulter from the moment he met her, but after two years of dating, he still doesn’t have her phone number. Sooner or later, a man has to move on.

That was the plan. But the night he broke things off, things went from bad to worse…and he figured out some of her secrets…bloodthirsty secrets.

Dakota Coulter is having a lousy night.  The man she loves just broke up with her.  And she can’t even take an hour to sulk, because duty calls—and as a Hunter, she must answer.

Being a vampire is hell on the love life, that’s for sure.  But it will get better, right?  Just do the job, get out of town and oh…avoid the ex-lover who is suddenly out to track her down. Too bad a happy reunion is soooo not on his mind.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

The low, rich purr of her voice was enough to have Drew Quentin shifting in the miserable, busted chair. He also had to fight the urge to smile as he reminded himself he’d decided to ends things with one Dakota Coulter, the sexy, mysterious brunette.

He wanted her, he was halfway in love with her…and she refused to so much as give him her damn phone number.

He could have handled that.

But the cop in him was a little bit disturbed by the fact that Dakota Coulter had a past that was just a little too mysterious. Oh, her background check held up—too well, actually.

Something about her just had his instincts quivering.

She wouldn’t open up for him.


He closed his eyes. “I’m here, Dakota.”

“Having a rough night, sugar?”

The compassion in her voice all but gutted him. Damn it. This would be so much easier if she didn’t care—so much easier if he wasn’t in love with her.

“Yeah, you could say that.” He rubbed his temple. He shouldn’t answered the damn phone. But shit, it wasn’t like he could avoid this forever. Feeling somebody looking at him, he looked up. Saw Nicole staring at him. Nicole Halloway, the local DA with the pretty blue eyes, sweet smile and dynamite body.

She was there, she was steady…she was everything Dakota wasn’t. She was the reason he needed to break things off with Dakota. He liked Nic. Cared for her—a lot. Thought maybe it could be more. But not if he was obsessed with a woman who wouldn’t ever hang around for longer than a night or two.

“I guess you’re not up for meeting me after work, huh?” Dakota sighed. “That’s cool, sugar. I understand. I’ll look you up—”

“No.” He continued to star at Nic. He had to get this done. “We can meet. I…I’ve been needing to talk to you anyway, Dakota.”

Now Nic’s brows arched up over big blue eyes. She knew he’d been seeing another woman, knew he wasn’t going to get serious until he’d been able to break things off. It was time he did that.

Even if it did feel a little like he was ripping out his own kidney with his teeth. Or even his heart.


Sighing, Dakota ended the call.

Something in Drew’s voice had her heart aching.

“We need to talk, huh, lover? Yeah. I’ve heard that line before.” Then she tipped her head back, staring up at the nighttime sky. Granted, she hadn’t heard it much in recent years. Not since she’d slid into a crazy little world where vampires, werewolves and other things went bump in the night. Sometime back in the 70’s, she thought.

Yeah. She smiled absently, some echo of fondness trying to lift the melancholy settling over her heart. But it wouldn’t budge. She’d been kind of happy about coming to Asheville. Now? Not so much.

She was a Hunter without a territory or Master. Her random circuit had her rambling all over the east coast. She often ended up in this area, and she’d been just fine with that. Because this area held a lot of appeal for her, namely in the fine form of one Asheville city detective…Andrew Michael Quentin…Drew.

Drew—the cop who was getting ready to dump her.

She glanced down at her clothes, remembered she’d planned to change before she saw him. “Screw changing.”

She was going shopping.

If he was going to dump her, she was going to show him in vivid, glorious detail what he was missing.

Maybe it would make her feel a little bit better.

Although she wasn’t particularly counting on it.

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You can always come home.

Second chances come a little harder.

Chase and Zoe were the high school golden couple. Football captain, cheerleader, prom royalty.

After graduation, though, Chase couldn’t resist the urge to experience life outside their small town. He didn’t exactly expect Zoe to wait twelve years for him, but now that he’s back, he finds some small part of him hoping she did.

It’s no big surprise she’s married. The kick in the face is she married his best friend.

Zoe was devastated when Chase left, but she’s filed those bittersweet memories under “Moved On”. She loves her life, and loves her husband. She has all she needs. And Chase keeps an honorable distance.

One cold, wet, miserable day, tragedy turns Zoe’s world upside down. Chase never expected her to simply fall into his arms, but a man can dream. Except his dream doesn’t include the fact that this time, she’s the one hitting the road…and he’s the one left behind.

Some days just went from bad to worse. They started out miserable and just went to outright fucked up as the day progressed.

This had been one of them—it had started out shitty, and hit the fucked-up stage well before lunch had rolled around. Chase hadn’t even gotten around to eating lunch, something his hollow stomach wasn’t about to let him forget.

He had been back home for six months.

Six lousy, awful months and every damn day, he thought about just leaving. He could sell the car he’d bought, load up his bike and just leave. One of the reasons he’d come back no longer existed…at least not for him.

And because of that, he’d deliberately created himself another reason—he’d bought the town’s sole bookstore. He didn’t know jackshit about running a business, although thank God the store’s manager did and she’d been delighted to hang around, not to mention delighted to hang around with somebody who wasn’t opposed to bringing the store into the current century.

But that was a nightmare of work and today was the pinnacle of those nightmares.

But Tiffany finally had things under control and as she chattered with customers, he slipped into the back office and took five seconds to swear under his breath.

“Lousy day,” he said. “Lousy fucking day.”

The day was done, he could go home, eat. Collapse.

No, he had some books to sort through, he remembered as he stared at the box sitting on his desk. Okay, go home, eat, sort through the books, then collapse.

Hefting the bag of books onto his shoulder, he headed out of the office and slipped out the back door.

The Book Nook had been Warren’s only bookstore for as long as he could remember. Now it was his bookstore. It had gone up for sale just two days after he’d come back home, when he’d seriously been considering whether he’d should get the hell out or really trying making this place his home.

In the end, there hadn’t been much of a contest.

Warren had always been home.

Even if he wanted to snarl or break something every time he saw Zoe and Roger together, he couldn’t leave just for that. He hadn’t come back just for Zoe. Even though part of him had hoped…

He’d come home because it was home.

Her being married—to his best fucking friend—didn’t change that.

Get over it, he told himself. Just like he’d told himself a hundred times over the past few months. Easier said than done.

Easier said than done.

But he managed. So what if he hadn’t gone out on a single date since he’d been here? It had only been six months.

It wasn’t that he was obsessing over her…not exactly.

He was just not too interested in anybody else.

That was all.

He was busier than hell anyway. Trying to learn the ropes of being a business owner andrunning a bookstore. The only thing he’d previously known about bookstores was that heloved to read. On top of that, he had to bring it into a new century, keep it afloat during a struggling economy and it took plenty of time, plenty of energy.

When did he have time to think about dating?

He dumped the books in the back of his car, thinking they could wait a few minutes when he got home. The bottle of wine he had in the fridge was the first thing he’d open. Not a book, not the mail, not the bills, not something to eat.

The wine. Then maybe he’d start a fire. A nice way to end a rainy day.

The cold, wet drizzle had lasted throughout the day—it was great for bringing in customers, but now it was turning into a downpour. When he got home, he might call Tiffany and tell her she could close up if she wanted. This wasn’t the sort of weather that would bring out the customers.

People wanted to spend nights like this inside, curled up with a good book, a movie, a lover…


Sometimes, he thought he was just used to looking for her…everywhere.

Maybe that was why he saw her so easily.

Sitting on a bench on the green, even thought the weather wasn’t exactly ideal. Mid-forties and the rain was colder than ice.

Sitting there, staring at nothing.


Slamming on the brakes, he stared at her.

She didn’t notice. She was staring straight ahead, so still, so motionless. She could have been a statue. Her hair was wet, hanging down her back in dark gold ropes, a few tendrils curling around her heart-shaped face. Her mouth was unsmiling, her eyes wide and unblinking.

His heart bumped against his ribcage and he pulled his car over to the side of the road and got out.

In the past few months, they’d bumped into each other a few times. Always casual, and every single time, Roger had been there.

Not once had he been alone with her.

Not once had he been with her without Roger’s presence to serve as a buffer.

Chase couldn’t have said if that was a good thing or bad thing.

Now, as he crouched down in front of her, he realized he felt about as nervous as he had the first time he’d asked her out. How many years ago? Eighteen years. Eighteen years ago now…they’d been together almost all through high school.


She blinked slowly and shifted her eyes to his face. A slow, polite smile tugged at her lips and she murmured, “Hello, Chase. How are you this evening?”

He peered up at the sky and then looked back at her. Rain clung to her lashes, dripped off her nose. She didn’t seem to notice.

“Well, kind of wet.” Very wet. The rain was already snaking down past his collar, inside his shirt to trickle down his spine, and it was so damn cold. “Zoe, what are you doing sitting out here? It’s pouring out. Are you okay? Is…is your mom all right?”

He’d heard about her mother. Shit, that had to be hell. Zoe’s relationship with her hadn’t ever been easy, and now the woman was in a nursing home because she couldn’t take care of herself anymore. Couldn’t take care of herself, and there was no way she’d let Zoe do it, if even half of the stories he heard were true. She’d never been a pleasant woman, but lately, it was worse.

Zoe just stared at him. In the poor light, he could hardly make out her eyes, but he knew that soft, pale green better than he knew the color of his own eyes. They were too dark, the pupils large and dilated…shock, he realized.

Reaching out, he touched her hand. “Zoe?” he said quietly.

She blinked, a slow drift of her lashes over her eyes and then she looked down at his hand touching hers. When she looked up at him, there was some sense of awareness in her eyes, but only just. “Hello, Chase,” she said, again.

Hello, Chase.

Like she had bumped into him on the street.

Not like he’d found her sitting in the middle of downpour, sitting alone in the square. Scowling, he closed his fingers around her wrist and tugged as he stood. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”

He was half-prepared for her to argue.

There was a time when she would have.

But she followed along behind him, not saying a word.

He wasn’t sure what bothered him more—her silence now, or the way he’d found her.


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This is the first book in my RS trilogy due out from Ballantine-the first book comes out in October, with the other two out in December and January.  You can read an excerpt here.

My next book is A Forever Kind of Love, a contemporary romance, releasing in ebook from Samhain.

You’ll be able to buy it from Samhain, Kindle, Nook, etc.  You can preorder it now from Kindle, NookSamhain.  You can read more here and I’ve also been posting excerpts from it on my blog a lot this month.  It’s due out on 4/26.


You can always come home.

Second chances come a little harder.

Chase and Zoe were the high school golden couple. Football captain, cheerleader, prom royalty.

After graduation, though, Chase couldn’t resist the urge to experience life outside their small town. He didn’t exactly expect Zoe to wait twelve years for him, but now that he’s back, he finds some small part of him hoping she did.

It’s no big surprise she’s married. The kick in the face is she married his best friend.

Zoe was devastated when Chase left, but she’s filed those bittersweet memories under “Moved On”. She loves her life, and loves her husband. She has all she needs. And Chase keeps an honorable distance.

One cold, wet, miserable day, tragedy turns Zoe’s world upside down. Chase never expected her to simply fall into his arms, but a man can dream. Except his dream doesn’t include the fact that this time, she’s the one hitting the road…and he’s the one left behind.

Last but not least, I’m giving away a Kobo…details at my site here

That’s it for now, I think… 🙂

Shiloh Walker



Tempt Me…now available!


contemporary hot romance

Tempt me…

She’s a temptation he can’t resist…

Roxanne ‘Rocki’ Monroe’s life is full of secrets and hidden heartaches. Cole Stanton would love to heal her pain and chase away the ghosts of her past, but she’s just a complication he doesn’t have room for in his life.

Or so he thinks.

It doesn’t take Cole long to realize he’s more than willing to let temptation get the best of him, more than happy to deal with complications if that’s what it takes to get her.

What he has and what he needs are two different things…and what he needs is Rocki.

Staring at Rocki standing on the stage, Cole told himself he wasn’t going to do it. He’d just broken up with his fiancée. Rocki was still grieving over her husband. It was a bad thing all around. Right?

But that didn’t keep him from taking a few steps into the restaurant, getting just a little bit closer. His blood pumped hard and fast as he got closer.

The bids were at two thousand now, but fewer people were involved. As he reached the bottom of the stage, he said loudly, “Three thousand.”

Rocki looked down, startled.

Her eyes met his, wide and dark…so dark, he felt lost in them.

Screw the bad things. He wanted this woman, damn it. Maybe just having a simple date would convince him that she wasn’t everything he had convinced himself she was. Besides, this whole thing was for charity…a good cause.

“I’ve got three thousand here,” Lacey called out, delight evident in her voice. “Do I have thirty-five hundred?”

Another voice said, “Thirty-five hundred.”

Because he was standing so close, Cole saw the minute way Rocki’s shoulder’s tightened, the flash of something in her eyes. Was it fear? What was it…? It didn’t matter.

“Five thousand,” he said, still staring at her.

She lifted a brow. “Five thousand?” she mouthed.

Silence fell through the room, and this time, nobody offered another bid.

Lacey grinned down at him. “She’s all yours, Mr. Stanton. For a night, at least.”

and you can read another excerpt here, or the first 20% of the book on Smashwords at the link below.


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No Longer Mine

cross posted from my personal blog

Obligatory self promo first… ahem

Born on the wrong side of the tracks and dealt a fair share of hardship, Nikki Kline never gives up a fight. Even when her reason to keep going is ripped from her, Nikki tries desperately to hang on. But when the man who broke Nikki’s heart comes back into her life she doesn’t know how much she can take. Especially since that man seems determined to win back her damaged heart.

Wade Lightfoot is a man who knows he’s made more mistakes than most. As much as he would like to repair the damage he’s done to those he loves, Wade also knows there is no going back. But when he sets out to put things right the last thing he’s prepared to find out is that he had a son. A son he’ll never get the chance to meet.

When the truth is out and all the old wounds are bared, it seems impossible that Nikki and Wade will find their way back to each other. But true love is an undeniable force that even past hurts can’t destroy.

This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.

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The book is out in print now… has pretty new cover. See?  It’s been expanded, revised, cleaned up, etc, etc, etc…it’s a better read than it was when it originally came out.  I still don’t think it’s my best work.  Some people, though, say this is their fave of mine.  Weird. Ah, well. Anyway.

On to excerpt…

“You’re going to be old before your time if you keep this up, sis,” a voice said softly, jerking her out of her reverie.

She turned her head and squinted up at Shawn. “Hey,” was all she said, not responding to his words. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw your truck on my way to work,” he said, kneeling beside her. His left eyebrow was neatly bisected by a thin scar. That, and the scars he bore inside, were his only physical reminders of the accident.

There were scars inside. She sensed it, wished she could help him…but she couldn’t even help herself.

Jason had been like a little brother to Shawn. He’d adored the baby from the first and talked about how he’d teach him to wrestle, to go fish…all the cool boy stuff. Stuff Shawn hadn’t ever had much chance to do himself.

“You ever wonder what would have happened if we’d just stayed at the store that day?” she asked softly. It was a question she’d asked herself a hundred times. A thousand.

“Only a few dozen times a week,” he said.

As she looked over and met his gaze, he shook his head. “And you know as well as I do, those kinds of questions will drive us crazy. Some stupid drunk hit us, Nik. You weren’t speeding. You weren’t doing much of anything except driving in the rain. Bastard hit us, ran us off the road. You can’t blame yourself.”

She just shrugged.

She could blame herself. And she did.

“Y’know, you’re going to be late for work,” she told him, turning back to study the headstone.

Shawn shrugged. “I doubt they’ll mind.” And even if they did, he didn’t care. How could work be that important when he looked at her and all but saw the dark cloud she had wrapped around herself? He settled on the grass next to her, uncertain of what to say. When he had been little, he had always run to her when he had been hurt. Nikki had always made the pain go away. And even when he had been nothing more than a street punk, causing trouble and raising hell, when he was in trouble, it had been her he had gone to. She had always fixed it in some way.

It didn’t seem fair that after so many years of patching him up and kissing away his tears that he wasn’t able to take away any of her pain.

“Jason is probably the sweetest angel in heaven, sis,” he said, looking at his feet as he spoke. He could feel himself turning red to the roots of his hair and he had no idea where those words had come from.

“I bet he is,” came her soft whisper.

And looking over, he saw the beginning of a smile on her face.

The words, wherever they had come from, had been the right ones.

Before Nikki got out of her truck she donned a dark pair of sunglasses and forced her unruly hair into a stubby ponytail. She hadn’t really thought she would be recognized when she had decided to use her own name on her books. She really hadn’t thought that far ahead. She had only wanted them to sell.

They had sold though, and she hadn’t exactly been in the best frame of mind when she was dealing with the contract negotiations. If she had thought things through, if she had listened to the agent she’d signed with, she would have gone with a pen name. She would have done something to have some modicum of privacy.

Now it was a little too late.

Besides, in a town the size of Monticello, everybody knew everybody else’s business. The hat and the sunglasses wouldn’t fool many people, but if it helped a little she was all for it. If she lived in a larger town she’d have more anonymity than she had in Monticello. In the past few years it had come to where she couldn’t go much anywhere without somebody hailing her down to talk about books.

My little girl wrote this. Isn’t that something…

I got a book. Can you help me…

And lately, total strangers who were just in town to fish were recognizing her. Nikki wasn’t ever going to let another picture be taken of her, and her webmaster had taken down the one they’d conned her into putting up. Now if she could just get it off the back of the books…

For a while she hadn’t minded the attention too much, but as time passed she started to crave solitude. People and questions were coming to grate on her nerves something bad. It was just a sign of her worsening depression, she suspected, and if she were smart, she’d just make the drive to Somerset where she was less likely to be noticed, but she didn’t have the energy.

She made it all the way through the store without any problems and was finishing up in the dairy section. She just might make it out of the store, she realized. It even had her mood climbing up a few notches—instead of toxic, it was just slightly hazardous.

She added a carton of yogurt and some cream cheese. As she went to turn the cart around she promptly ran into somebody else’s.

“Damn it,” she muttered, but her voice was lost under the sound of baskets crashing together and groceries tumbling to the floor.

A sheepish smile crossed her face and she said, “Sorry about that.” She would hit somebody whose cart was beyond full. Kneeling, she picked up a carton of cookies and Donald Duck orange juice. She placed them in the basket before stepping away.

The guy had knelt in front of a dark child of four or five, his face hidden as he scooped up items from the floor.

“No problem,” he said, although his voice belied his words. He sounded a tad—okay, he sounded a lot irritated.

Nikki was about to make a quick getaway, but then he stood. And revealed his face.

A very familiar face, one that haunted her dreams on a regular basis. His hair was shorter, cut at his nape, and his face had thinned out just a bit, the dimples at the corners of his mouth now slashes in his lean cheeks. But the eyes were the same, deep bottomless pools of brown velvet.

“Wade,” she whispered. Her eyes, stricken, then landed on the child’s face. A little girl, a little mirror of her father.

And of Nikki’s son. She wore a red T-shirt decorated on the front with a sketch of a bright-eyed puppy. A baseball cap in that same candy-apple red sat on top of thick black hair that fell razor-straight to her tiny shoulders. She held a stuffed cocker spaniel, a mirror image of the way Jason had carried his precious Mouse.

A knife slowly embedded itself in Nikki’s heart, started to twist.

For a moment his face was blank, and then his eyes narrowed. She was unable to move as he slowly reached up and tugged her sunglasses off.

“Nikki,” he breathed, his eyes lighting as though from within.

He took a step closer and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.

That gentle touch shattered her like glass.

Coming Soon… Beg Me…

Excerpt (will link to Shiloh’s site)

A longer excerpt can be read at Goodreads.

Beg me…there had been a time when those words made her burn with desire. But now, there was only fear.

Once, Tania Sinclair’s life was almost perfect…oh, it had its ups and downs but she was happily married to a guy that adored her, one who had no problem indulging every kinky fantasy she ever had. But a couple of tragedies later, she’s barely holding it together. A car accident took away her husband, and an attack from somebody she should have been able to trust has shaken not only her confidence, but it’s also stripped away her fantasies and even made it painful to look back on her memories of her husband without fear.

Two years after her attack, Tania is determined to take her life back and the first step is taking back herself…her fantasies, her dreams, her memories. There’s only one person she can trust to do it, too. One person she wants enough…Drake Bennett, her husband’s best friend.

Falling for your best friend’s wife—never smart. Drake’s watched Tania quietly for years, watched her…wanted her, knowing he’d never have her. First, she was taken. And then, that night two years ago—a night that still scars her, a night that’s left bruises on her that still haven’t healed. He does what he can, though, because he loves her too much not to. He’s her friend, there when she needs him.

And now she needs him. She’s asked him for a favor…one that just about blows his mind…

Warning: This book involves light bondage play, rape fantasy & role-playing. The acts between the hero & heroine are consensual, but they may not be ideal for all readers…