Today, I am excited to bring you a glimpse into the next installment in Shiloh Walker’s fabulous Grimm Circle series, Blind Destiny.
Myrsina knows the stories. As one of the oldest of the Grimm, she had a hand in writing most of them, but only she knows the dark origin of the Seven Bloody Sisters. It springs from the place of her birth—and her death. A place of pain and misery to which she plans to never return. Unless forced.
When Luc appears on her doorstep, her heart twists with suppressed longing for the man who can never be hers. The only man who can make her do the impossible—go home.
Luc may be blind, but through their unique, bittersweet connection, even he can see that the task laid before them is ripping Sina’s soul apart. This time it isn’t as simple as fighting a demon that has escaped from the netherplains.
Sina must go back in time—to that cursed ground—and right a wrong that she unknowingly brought about. To write a new ending to a story that may give them both a chance at happily ever after. Assuming they survive.
Exclusive Excerpt from Blind Destiny!
“Let me go, Luc.” Her voice was husky, rough. She jerked against his hold and reflexively, he jerked back.
She tumbled against his chest and he lifted a hand, rested it on her hip.
He’d lost his mind.
It was the only thing that made sense.
Nobody in his right mind would touch Sina if she didn’t want to be touched—
The puzzle pieces clicked into place and all of a sudden, he saw it.
Saw what he hadn’t seen and understood what it was under the wave of anger. Anger…yes. Mostly at herself. Frustration…
His brain clicked off.
“Damn it, are you not hearing me?” Sina demanded, her voice rising. “Let me go.”
He opened his mouth. The words came out of their volition, he’d swear it. Because he wasn’t so crazy he’d challenge her like that…was he? “And if I don’t?”
He felt her tense against him.
It had been centuries since he’d lost his sight.
He couldn’t remember missing it more than he did at that moment.
He fisted his hand in the material of the shirt she wore—it was cotton, he thought, soft and warm from being against her skin. Maybe he’d like to peel it away from her. And—
Her mouth covered his.
Her hands pushed into his hair and she jerked him close.
That raw, blind hunger he’d sensed inside her exploded…and he thought it just might consume them both.
In that moment…he didn’t fucking care.
Banding his arm around upper back, he tangled the other in her hair—it was cool, slick and silky under his fingers as he twined it around his fingers. He yanked her head back, slanted his mouth over hers and could have sworn the earth moved as she opened for him.
Her tongue drove into his mouth, demanding. He met those demands, had more than a few of his own.
Starting with getting rid of the shirt she wore.
Spinning around, he tried to remember the layout of the room. Sweeping out with one hand, he found edge of the wall where it met the window. There. That would work. He nudged her back against the wall, grabbing the hem of her shirt and fighting to get it up without letting go of her.
He was rather stunned, rather dazed, completely delighted to discover she was naked under the shirt and if he could just get it off—
She leaned back, gasping for breath and he used that moment to jerk it off, hearing the fragile sound of cloth ripping. “Merde…sorry.”
“Fuck the shirt,” she muttered, her voice just a whisper away from a groan. “Come back here, Luc.”
He’d taken his off after he’d showered, hadn’t bothered to put another back on—the feel of her bare chest against his own—bliss.
The fullness of her breasts went flat against his chest and under his hands, she felt soft, supple…but so damned strong. Silk and steel. That was what she felt like. Skimming a hand down her back, he cupped the roundness of her ass and shuddered.
Lust, need, desire turned into a dragon in his mind.
It had been too long…
Control had gotten through him all the long, empty years with no woman at his side, but that control shattered and the woman before him had him ready to savage, ready to take, claim…
Tearing his mouth from hers, he raked his teeth down her neck, along the elegant line of her shoulders. Silk and steel, he reminded himself. Soft and strong. Perfect. So damned perfect…
“Luc.” She tightened her hands in his hair, pressed him closer. “Please.”
“Shhh…” He tugged again, again, swirling his tongue across her flesh, while in his mind’s eye, images of her danced. No, he couldn’t see, but he’d seen her often. Through the eyes of his companion animals over the years, through Perci’s eyes the few times they’d met up…although he’d always been careful, for some reason, to keep that contact brief.
That dark hair, her gypsy’s smile, the lush, exotic beauty of her.
Mine…he thought, going to his knees and pressing a kiss to her belly, lower…lower. Mine.
Meet Shiloh Walker!
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 vampire stories. She loves reading and writing anything paranormal, anything fantasy, but most all anything romantic. Once upon a time, she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest
Want to purchase Shiloh’s novels?
- Candy Houses at Amazon
- No Prince Charming at Amazon
- I Thought It Was You at Amazon
- Crazed Hearts at Amazon
- Tarnished Knight at Amazon
- Locked in Silence at Amazon
- Grimm Tidings at Amazon
- Blind Destiny (October 1, 2012)
- If You Hear Her at Amazon | Book Depository
- If You See Her at Amazon | Book Depository
- If You Know Her at Amazon | Book Depository