WRECK OF A BLOG TOUR!
Enter to win a date with Shiloh Walker**
(drinks at RT 2013 or Lori Foster/Duffy Brown RAGT)
Plus an excerpt from Wrecked and some fun Q and As. 😉
She’s out to wreck her life…he’s out to remake it…check out Shiloh Walker’s WRECKED.
A WRECK OF A BLOG TOUR
mini interview With Shiloh
and l answer them too!
Q:: Do you have a tattoo?
Shiloh A: Yep…it’s a feather quill on the back of my right shoulder. Quills…writers. Made sense to me.
Me A: Nope. I admire them but I’m rather a chicken.
Q: How do you feel about friends to lovers romances?
Shiloh A: I’m very partial to them…I married a guy I’d been mostly friends with all my life (I say mostly because I’d had a crush on him since I was 11.)
Me A: awwww I love that *points up* Oh! yes, the question. Yes, I like Friends to lovers stories. Lovers should be friends. 😀
Q: Have you ever used the WRECK THIS JOURNAL thing?
Shiloh A:I bought one…it inspired the idea behind WRECKED.
Me A: Ummm no… I doodle all over pads of paper but I’ve never purchased one of those journals to “wreck” specifically. 😛
Q: Do you journal?
Shiloh A: I played with the WRECK journal, and still have it sitting on my shelf. Did a few ideas inside it while I was writing the book, but I’m not much of a journaler. I do most of my writing in my books and my blog.
Me: What she said! lol on the blog bit 😛
Q: Are you more like Zach (just let life happen) or Abby (try to plan things out)?
Shiloh A: Mostly Zach…I let life happen, but I do tend to try and control stuff. I can’t plan worth crap, though and organization evades me. That would drive Abby nuts.
Me A: ummm well, I to try to plan and when that doesn’t work out, as is often the case, I try to calm the frack down! Sometimes this works…. Uh-huh You don’t believe me do you? lol
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2013 © Shiloh Walker
“What in the hell just happened?”
Zach’s lips touched the back of her neck. “Well, I’m no expert, but I think you kissed me,” he said, his voice teasing. “And I’m pretty sure we both enjoyed it. But maybe we should try again.”
And then she found herself on her back, staring up into a pair of dark blue eyes that she knew very, very well. They’d always seemed to glint with mischief, or trouble . . . but she’d never realized just how much they glinted with that kind of trouble.
Not until now.
As his mouth came down on hers again, Abby barely had time to catch her breath. Then she was wondering why she’d even bothered. He stole the oxygen right out of her with his kiss. His tongue stroked along hers, moving into her mouth with an easy assurance that belied his words.
I’m no expert.
Oh, yes. Yes, he was…