Shiloh Walker has a couple of titles releasing this month.
Blind Destiny (part of the 'Grimm Circle' series) releases Oct. 16, 2012
My Goodreads review is at this link.
Stolen has released. See below for blurb and excerpt.
My Goodreads review is at this link. There is a blog hop tour at this link.
He’d never seen Shay look that pale before.
Considering she had a milk-pale complexion, that was saying quite a bit, too.
He hunkered down next to her and reached out, touching his fingers to her cheek. There were still bruises there. The sight of them flooded him with fury and pain, and the need to touch her, really touch her, was almost overwhelming. Touch her to assure himself that she really was okay. Touch her…and try to convince her that she could trust him. Come back to him.
But it wouldn’t happen. He should know that by now.
“Shay…it’s okay,” he said tiredly, watching the way her hands trembled as she scooped up one of the books. “I’ll take care of it.”
She jerked her gaze to his, but he had the weirdest feeling she wasn’t seeing him. There was a glassy, disconnected look in her eyes, one that had him worried. Hell, should she even be out of the hospital?
“Can you stand?” he asked quietly.
Two seconds later, she was lurching to her feet, clutching one of the Shane Neil books she’d picked up from the floor. “I need to go home.”
She barely made it halfway upright before she wobbled again. Scowling, he rose to his feet and steadied her. “I think you should sit down. Eat. Have a drink or something.”
“I’m not hungry.” Her head swung to the left, then the right.
Searching for Lorna, he knew. “You’re never hungry. Maybe that’s why you’re feeling so awful.”
“No.” And to his surprise, she started to laugh.
It was a harsh, ugly sound…one that hurt him just to hear it.
“I need to go home,” she said again.
She still clutched the book. He stared at it and then shifted his gaze up to her face.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
Something’s off. Those dark eyes of hers, a color caught between the dusky purple of a twilight sky and the darkening navy of the coming night, stared into his, and he could see her trying to hide it.
She was afraid.
He could see it as clearly as he could see the bruises on her face, and the faint scars along her left cheek.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said softly. Please, damn it…for once, will you talk to me?
Her lips parted. Something flitted across her face.