From Thea: I’m excited to have my friend and NYT Bestselling author, the lovely and talented Shiloh Walker on my blog this week.
She has a big treat (and some chaos) in store for you! Be sure to pay attention to contest details at the end of the post!
Welcome to Shiloh Walker’s latest and greatest latest and weirdest way to spread the word about new books. This time, she enlisted fellow authors Helenkay Dimon, Thea Harrison and Alyssa Day and there is absolutely NO THEFT taking place…she didn’t go on a rampage and steal things. She’s not trying to reunite lost lovers…nope.
These four authors are going to descend upon each other’s blogs and cause a tiny little bit of chaos. I really wanted to WRECK things, but I didn’t think I could talk them into letting me crash our websites and that kind of defeats the purpose of promoting our new releases if you can’t access the website to read about them, right?
So…instead, we’ll just switch things up a little…you play a guessing game and right or wrong, you get entered for fun prizes. Visit each blog, you get entered each time. It’s easy!
First up… I’m not telling you!
That’s the whole point…which author is which?
This author has a thing for Hawaii. She used to be a lawyer. She does a bit of suspense, a bit of contemporary and she has a weakness for original SyFy movies.
Who is she?
She opened the door, keeping her eye on him the entire time. The goal was to sneak along the side of the car, play it cool and get the hell out of there. She got to the tank and whipped the cap off.
He cleared his throat. “I can see you, you know.”
Well, damn. “I know how this looks.”
He walked over and lifted the gas nozzle for her and started pumping her gas. “Like you have a significant stalker issue? Lucky for you I’m not the litigious type. I’m also not convinced I want you to go away.”
The move was so natural and non-threatening that she stepped back and let him do it. She tried to remember if any man had ever offered to pump her gas or just done it to be helpful. If this was part of some elaborate con to prove he was decent, she understood why men like his father were so successful in their schemes. The moves worked. The charm reeled you in and you got hooked.
His words finally registered. “Wait…what did you say?”
She reached for the hose. “I can get that.”
He set the lock and let the meter click as the tank filled. “It’s under control.”
“Are you going to pay for it, too?”
“If you need me to.”
Oh, lord, that smile. With the body and the face it amounted to a triple punch to a woman’s control. Smashed her common sense into a million pieces.
You can visit our sites…look through our latest releases, or just take a random guess. Right or wrong, you’re entered!