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Book Run…

cross posted from my personal blog..

So… with my trip coming up, I have to make sure I’m stocked up on books. Yes, yes, I’ve got an entire case of books I’m still working on, but that isn’t the point. The point is… I’m going on vacation and I need to make sure I have books…

I’m reading this:

Jennifer sent it to me, it’s out next week-first book is Spider’s Bite-like UF? Try it. Loving these books.

At Waldenbooks, I picked up

I’ve been wanting to read Jill Myles since I saw her bio on twitter, which reads:

I write the Succubus Diaries for Pocket Books. PW says I approach Saturday morning cartoon levels of unsophistication, which means I am AWESOME.

Also got

Which I picked up after reading some of the comments over at Karen’s blog about one of the author, Laura Resnick’s, older titles.

My TBR tower…it begs for mercy. o.O Oh well.

Shiloh

http://shilohwalker.com

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The past few weeks have been insanity, but thus is my life, I think.

I finished the next book in my Grimm series-titled Crazed Hearts, and it will be going to Samhain.

I finished a paranormal/psychic novella for Ellora’s Cave, was titled Shades of Gray, now may be Never as It Seems, dunno yet.

I’ve got a contemp I may finish in the next week or so and I’m not sure where I’m sending that.  And I’m working on the first few chapters of my romantic suspense trilogy, book 2, which is with Ballantine.

I’ve got a re-release coming out this month…no Longer Mine, my first romance, coming out from Samhain-revised, A LOT, shiny, pretty new cover, and a kick butt contest, (I think, hope) to help spread the word and I’ll post more about that later on.

No Longer Mine

I’ll be in Columbus this month for Romantic Times and there’s a HUGE book signing on 5/1, open to the public, where you can meet dozens of authors…details are here. Per the site, from 11-2 on Saturday, 5/1 @ :

Hyatt Regency Columbus
350 North High Street
Columbus, Ohio 43215
USA
800 989 8816 x12

GIANT BOOK FAIR
SATURDAY: Where can you meet your favorite authors, get your pic taken with them or a cover model, or get a sneak preview to what’s coming out in the wonderful world of women’s fiction? At the one and only RT Booklovers Convention Book Fair! Over 300 authors will autograph books, posters and bookmarks, and you can bring your favorite “keeper” books to have your fav author sign them!!

For those bringing collectibles and “keeper” books, we will clearly label the books for you, so as not to mistake them for new books!

This event is open to the public for a small fee of $5.00 at the door. All registered attendees will enter 15 minutes prior to the public opening.

And I think I’ve rambled enough…  O_O

Hope you’re enjoying spring!

Shiloh

http://shilohwalker.com

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No Longer Mine…being reissued

From Samhain. It’s been revised. HEAVILY.

It’s not longer, though…I did some pretty heavy rewriting in some areas, but it didn’t add to the length. It’s a cleaner read, though. And has a prettier cover. Much prettier.

No Longer Mine

It’s due out in ebook in April, and yes, it will probably go into print at some point, but it won’t be this year.

Blurb:
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.

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Spring!

Hello everyone! I have really missed communicating with all my online buddies! I’ve posted to Facebook now and again, but except for that, I have been MIA. 😦

I am SO happy to know that Spring has arrived. Everyone here in east Tennessee is more than ready to say goodbye to snow and cold. This has been a long winter, and I think we’ll all appreciate the warm weather this year even more than we usually do.

I’ve been “no mail” on all my loops for the last 7 1/2 weeks. That’s how long I’ve had my new knee. You’d be amazed at how well it is doing! My surgeon is wonderful, and my physical therapist is super pleased with my progress.

That’s the good news. The “so so” news is that I’m having the other knee done on March 30. So all prayers are appreciated. The surgery is definitely a challenge. And it is a very humbling experience, because for at least a couple of weeks, you are very dependent on other people.

I had the surgery done with an epidural and light sedation. I woke up once and could hear sawing and hammering! Eek! But they give you relaxing meds, so I wasn’t freaked out.

The day we left the hospital, a snow storm was brewing, but we made it home before things got bad. I had to miss one PT session because of snow, but was able to reschedule. I was on a walker for two weeks and a cane two weeks, and after that – nothing. I’m doing steps like a pro.

The first few weeks I spent a lot of time snoozing. Didn’t even read very much. Shocking! The Olympics did come in handy. I watched many hours of those. Don’t know what I will do this time. 🙂

My daughter graduates from Vandy grad school on May 14, so I will have 6 1/2 weeks to recover. Should work out well, I hope.

My hubby was and is wonderful – so very patient. He even had to learn how to give me shots in the stomach for 10 days. He was not a fan of that, but he did it.

Right before my last surgery, I found out that my Desire book that was going to be “early 2011” had been moved up to September of this year. So I’ve had to do a bunch of edits, etc. in relation to that project. It’s called “The Secret Child and the Cowboy CEO”. I don’t have a cover yet, but I hope to soon. Then in October, I’ll be in a Christmas antho with LuAnn McLane and Susanna Carr. They showed us the cover a long time ago, but LuAnn’s name was spelled wrong! So I won’t post that until they fix it. 🙂

Once I started feeling better, I had to dig into our income taxes. Yuck! Mailed those off on St. Patrick’s Day. A great feeling to get it done.

On March 11 our granddaughter, Anastasia, had her tonsils out. Poor baby, it was really tough. We were down in Knoxville to help out for three days.

I definitely plan to be at the Lori Foster get-together in June, and I look forward to seeing a lot of you!! I may not be up to dancing, but I can’t wait!

Hope everyone is well and looking forward to a wonderful Spring.

Hugs,
Janice Maynard

P.S. The flowers are in my backyard…

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Author…writer…

Cross-posted from my personal blog)

What?

So over on twitter, they often have what they call #writechat.

Basically, it’s like a chat room. They were talking about the difference between an author and writer.

One tweet, can’t remember the exact words, but it was that you’re an author once you’re published. Before that, you’re a writer.

This is where opinion is going to come into play, and a lot of it will be personal preference, I think.

Now people can call me an author…and I don’t care. I am, there’s no reason saying other wise.

But if somebody asks me what I do? I’m a writer.

When I sit down to work, I’m writing a story. I’m not authoring. “Authoring”, if you think about, seriously, doesn’t that sound kind of stodgy…pretentious? Um…it certainly doesn’t sound like what I’m doing when I write, IMO. I’m writing, and unless I’m banging a character’s head against a brick wall, I’m having fun. I’m just writing…and I’m a writer.

Here’s the thing… for me, getting hung up on what label somebody applies to me, or any other group of writers, is a waste of time. This is just my opinion, of course. Nobody has to agree. But why worry on the label? There are books to be written. Published, unpublished, there are always books to be written. Published, unpublished, you can always improve your craft. Published, unpublished, you can always seek to improve.

The book matters more than the label… or at least, I think it should…

~*~

And in other news… I’ve got a book out… BROKEN

Broken 3.2010

Shattered


Quinn Rafferty is working as a bounty hunter and bail bondsman in St. Louis when a new neighbor catches his eye. He’s tempted by her beauty—but he knows from experience that anyone desperate enough to live in his building is damaged goods. Besides, he has his own soul to mend before he can worry about anyone else.

Desperate


Sara Davis is on the run, but not for the usual reasons a woman goes on the lam. She’s not an abused wife, and she’s not a criminal. But she does have a plan for her future. And as much as she finds herself attracted to her gruff, tough neighbor, she can’t risk telling him the secrets she’s hiding. There’s just too much at stake.

Driven to desire…


But Quinn must get closer to Sara when she turns out to be the target of his new missing persons case, and he discovers that there is something more complex and dangerous to her than he thought. Now, both Quinn and Sara will have to expose their true feelings—as well as their fragile hearts—if they hope their love will survive…

EXCERPT

He opened the door—

And stopped dead in his tracks as somebody all but fell into his arms. Somebody…a woman. And not Theresa.

He caught her just above her elbows, automatically steadying her.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice soft and low.

Then she lifted her face and Quinn found himself gazing into the biggest, brownest eyes he’d ever seen in his life. Feeling a little dazed, he studied her face while she stammered out another apology.

Quinn barely heard it.

He was too busy staring at her mouth. A very pretty mouth, a cupid’s bow mouth slicked with deep, vibrant red. Under his hands, he could feel silken smooth skin and unable to resist, he stroked a thumb along her inner arm.

Her skin was soft, soft and warm. He was also pretty sure she had the creamiest, most flawless skin imaginable. Her shoulder-length hair was a shade caught between blonde and brown, nondescript, but for some reason, he found himself thinking about tangling his fingers in that hair and holding her head still while he kissed that red-slicked mouth.

Well, hello…

read more…

Borders | BAMM | B & N | Book Depository | IndieBound | Amazon | Powell’s

Shiloh Walker

http://shilohwalker.com

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Would you like to win a Nook…?


Image via BN's Website

Enter to win a Nook! Help me spread the word about my upcoming release, BROKEN-due out 3.2.2010. You can get your name entered for a drawing for a Nook, the new ebook reader from Barnes and Noble. You can also enter by preordering the book online or buying the book during release week-during…not before.

For more info on how to enter, as well as no-purchase options, visit my personal blog here

Shiloh

http://shilohwalker.com

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No Prince Charming…Now Available…

No Prince Charming

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Description

Her Happy-Ever-After has been a long time coming…

Elle spent years trying to get over her so-called Prince Charming, and she’s finally getting the hang of it. A Grimm—a guardian angel with unique gifts—she spends her nights trolling for demons and kicking ass, and lately, her days have been spent with her on-and-off-again lover, Ren, a fellow Grimm. But fate has other plans in store for Elle, plans that include Michael, the prince from her youth who broke her heart.

“What do you choose…live for her? Or would you rather die?” That was the choice Michael was given all those years ago. Although he knew she’d never forgive him, when Michael was given the chance to become a Grimm, he took it. Still, he isn’t so sure Elle needs him in her life. With a lover at her side and a mission before her, Elle looks like she’s doing just fine without him.

But the not-so-charming prince isn’t going to back off that easily…not if there’s a chance she might need him again. He’d do anything to save her. Kill for her, live for her, die for her…

Product Warnings

This dark, twisted version of Cinderella involves demons, deceit, desire, and debauchery between a princess and two sexy guardian angels, both determined to win the fair Cinderella.

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Excerpt

Michael had been born a prince, the youngest son to the King of Geran, a small kingdom tucked between France and Italy.

Geran no longer existed, but Michael had not forgotten the lessons of his youth. He’d been born a prince, and he’d had all the arrogance one would expect.

In all his years there had only been one woman who could ever make him feel like a foolish young boy. All he’d ever wanted to do was please her, love her, protect her.

He had failed.

She was the only woman he’d ever met who could render him utterly silent. The only woman who made him want to forget duty, honor, pride.

The only woman who could push him so far past jealousy, well into murderous rage. He was there now, there, and fighting not to let it show as she stroked a hand down her companion’s arm.

There was an intimacy between them, one that couldn’t be mistaken.

The nights they’d been here, he’d watched them. Now, with her standing so close, and that bastard watching him with an insolent, arrogant smile, the rage inside him bubbled and burned, threatening to tear free.

But the rage wasn’t the worst.

The worst was the pain.

Seeing her with another man, it hurt in ways Michael couldn’t even begin to describe.

Elle turned to face him and for the first time, he got a good look at her clothes. A real good look. The air froze inside his chest. Need burned through him. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he might have swallowed his tongue.

It was a cool night, but he was sweating under the black silk shirt he wore. His palms itched…itched to reach out, cup her hips and draw her close. At the same time, he wanted to pick her up and haul her close, carry her away so nobody else could see her.

Where that bastard standing next to her couldn’t see her, couldn’t touch her, couldn’t kiss her.

She looked like a wet dream come to life.

Her shoulders and arms were bare, as were the mounds of her breasts. Red lace edged the top of the corset, drawing the eye to smooth white flesh. Her waist looked impossibly narrow and her hips flared out, round and perfect. She had a woman’s curves and she’d cradle his body to perfection.

He knew that from experience.

Of course, those experiences were several centuries old. But some things a man never forgot. Some memories never fade.

Like those breasts. Those hips. Those long, leather-encased legs. The silken blonde hair that tumbled down from a tight ponytail, and the big blue eyes that had once looked at him as though he’d hung the moon. The way she’d teased him and made him laugh.

Another memory that didn’t fade? The memory of the pain in her eyes the day she realized who he was. Her stepsister’s fiancé.

Watching her walk away had been the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life. To that point.

Since then, his life had been a study of hard lessons. Watching as another man touched this woman was just the latest lesson.

Living a long, empty life without her. Watching her turn away from him. Running after her only to find her too late. By the time he’d caught up with her she was forever out of his reach—unless he made a choice.

“The day will come when she will need you. The day will come when she will die without you. But it will not be easy. You will spend a great many years alone…you may die saving her and even if you don’t, she may never forgive you. What do you choose…live for her? Or would you rather die?”

That was the choice he’d been given all those years ago by a strange white-haired man who went by the name of Will.

How can she ever need me again? She is dead. I have failed her.”

“Things are rarely as they seem. The woman you love is not dead.”

Michael closed his eyes, banishing the memories. He couldn’t think of that now, not here. Couldn’t think of losing her, couldn’t think of the night he’d come face-to-face with Will. Couldn’t think about how he had plunged a knife into his own chest either. Through death’s door…and back again. That was how one became a Grimm, and if he wanted to be there for Elle he needed to die.

So he’d died. And Will had brought him back.

All in the hope that one day she would need him. Love him. Forgive him.

Forcing his eyes to open, he gazed at her lovely face. This woman did not need him. This woman did not love him. This woman would never forgive him.

If he had known then what he knew now, he wondered if he would’ve made that same choice.

Will had warned him—you will spend a great many years alone.

Yes. Will had warned him. A great many years. More than three hundred to be exact. He hadn’t expected to wait this long.

All these years, he had been waiting for a second chance. All these years, he had waited for her.

Waited—because he’d been told that she would need him. He’d held onto that, because he loved her, because he wanted to believe she would one day forgive him, one day love him again, one day need him.

And now, here she was…so lovely, so beautiful and strong. So out of reach.

He’d been a delusional fool.

She leaned against her lover and smiled at him. A golden brow arched and she said, “What’s the matter, prince? Cat got your tongue?”

He skimmed his gaze over her once more, wishing he could move in and touch. Wishing he could take and taste. Instead, he tucked his hands into his pockets and inclined his head. “Just trying to understand your choice of clothing.”

“Oh, well, now. I can help there.” Elle gave him a devilish smile and leaned in, her voice a low, silken purr. “It’s a sex club. I’m trying to blend.”

Michael didn’t think Elle could ever blend. No matter what she did.

She was close…so close. Closing his eyes, he took a slow, careful breath, flooding his senses with her scent, reveling in the warmth he felt radiating from her.

But then she pulled back. Gone. Her eyes stared at his and she had a blank, bored expression on her face. “So now that you know why I’m pretending to be S&M Barbie, why don’t you get out of here?”

“I can’t.” Inclining his head, he said, “I was sent here. Told to find you, help you.”

“Help me?” She shrugged. “Sorry, Michael, I’ve already got help.” She inclined her head towards her companion and asked, “Ren, have you met Michael?”

“No.” A cold smile curled Ren’s lips and he stroked his jaw. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure. Although I’ve heard of you. Quite a bit, actually. But, as you can see, help is already taken care of. Run along now…go crawl back under a rock or something.”

Michael bared his teeth in a grim smile. “I’ll go on along when I’m damn good and ready…what was the name again…Ren?”

The other man opened his mouth to respond and Michael looked away, dismissing him. “He sent me, Elle. You’re stuck with me.”

Elle’s lashes lowered, shielding her blue eyes from him.

But he didn’t need to see her eyes to feel her anger, feel her confusion.

She hid it behind a cool smile just a few seconds later. “I suspected as much. Damn, apparently I went and pissed somebody off but bad, if I got stuck with you.”

Michael managed to hide his wince, but just barely. “I’ll be sure to let him know you didn’t appreciate my presence.”

She didn’t need to ask which him he was talking about—it could only be Will. He was the only one who ever sent them anyway. All orders came through him. For the most part, those who served under Will’s lead didn’t have to follow orders—they knew their responsibilities and they did their jobs.

But every once in a while there came a special case.

Michael didn’t know what was special about this particular job, but if there was a chance in hell that Elle might actually need him, then he’d walk through fire to help her.

And if that meant he’d have to stand by at the side while another man pawed her, so fucking be it. He’d be insane when the job was done, but if she might need him, he didn’t give a damn.

If he was honest, he’d have to admit he’d walk through fire just to see her smile. Burns healed. Doing something that would actually put a real smile on her face? It would be worth a little pain.

He looked at her, itching to press his face against the warm mounds of her breasts. Itching to pull her close and feel her cuddle up against him and stroke his neck the way she used to do.

She was staring at him. Unable to stop himself, he lowered his gaze, rested it on her mouth. That pretty mouth, slicked with wine-red lipstick and curled in a sneer. He looked up and met her eyes.

“Let’s get this done,” she muttered.

Then she turned on her heel and stalked towards the club.

Michael fell in step next to her, ignoring the man on her other side and trying not to stare at her, trying not to growl as he noticed other men doing the same.

And if ya liked…here’s a link where you can buy this book.

Shiloh

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