The Reunited Spotlight Tour
Feb 2 –Feb 15
The Reunited
by Shiloh Walker
From the national bestselling
author of The Departed comes an all new novel of danger, intrigue, and a love stronger
than death…
AN ETERNAL DESIRE
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’d ever want to find her: an underground slave ring.
Going undercover to infiltrate the network, he meets Drucella Chapman—the
mastermind’s fiancée. Joss has every reason to believe she’s evil. So why is he
irresistibly drawn to her?
A DANGEROUS GAME
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’d do anything to finish the job,
but agreeing to marry him may have been a step too far—even for her.
A FATEFUL ENCOUNTER
Though
Joss and Dru are both undercover, nothing can disguise the sense of déjà 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…
Excerpt used with permission
from Shiloh Walker © (unedited MS…)
Hands jammed in his
pockets, he headed down the strip, no particular destination in mind. 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. Geez, what did she have
on her feet, rockets?
Her mother came running out
of a store after her and automatically, Joss took a step to cut her off.
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.
“I think somebody’s looking
for you,” he said, nodding to the frazzled woman just before the lady could
catch her arm.
She gave him a thankful
look and as they melted back into the crowd, Joss did the same, moving with the
flow.
Nothing here, he thought, distracted,
nothing…
The road veered in a path
off to the left. 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.
And he came up short,
freezing in his tracks.
There
she was…it 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…he knew her.
He knew her face.
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.
But
the woman striding down the pavement, her face grim, her eyes dark…the sight of
her was a punch, straight to his heart. She didn’t look like she should, part of his brain
insisted, but it didn’t matter.
He
knew her, damn it. Standing rigid, barely able to breathe, much less
move, he waited for her to look at him, to see him…to know him. But it didn’t happen.
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.
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.
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. 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.
He
wanted to touch bare flesh…after all this time, he figured he just about needed to. But not now.
Right now, she was staring
up at him with dazed, distrustful eyes–wariness flashed through them and he
felt her tense.
“I’m sorry,” she said
coolly. Oh. That voice. He loved it. Elegant and sexy as all
get-out, crisp and clean and so damned proper. “I didn’t see you standing
there.”
“No
problem,” he said. It wasn’t what he wanted to say, but after all of this
time, he didn’t know what to say. Damn it. She was here.
Images, bits of memory from
that other life danced through his mind.
Standing by the waterside,
almost just like this.
Her face lifted up to
his. That first stolen kiss.
The sound of her
laughter. Watching as she brushed her hair…golden hair then, long, past
her waist. It had been beautiful. 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. He wanted to unravel that braid, fist
his hands in her hair and cover her mouth with his, taste her again.
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A
little about Shiloh:
Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a
kid. She fell in love with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked
her way up to the more…ah…serious works of fiction. She loves reading and
writing just about every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a
nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the
Midwest. She writes romantic suspense and paranormal romance, and urban
fantasy under the name
Learn more about Shiloh
here
Website: http://www.shilohwalker.com/website/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShilohWalker
Twitter: https://twitter.com/shilohwalker
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/96909.Shiloh_Walker
