Title: Candy Houses (Grimm's Circle #1)
Author: J.C. Daniels writing as Shiloh Walker
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy Romance
Release Date: October 31st, 2016
Graphics Made by : Laura Hidalgo of Beyond Def.
Graphics Made by : Laura Hidalgo of Beyond Def.
Grimm’s
Circle, Book 1
Circle, Book 1
It’s been hundreds of years since Greta’s
so-called story came to an end and it didn’t end with a happily ever after
then. Why should she expect it to be any different now?
so-called story came to an end and it didn’t end with a happily ever after
then. Why should she expect it to be any different now?
She’s a Grimm—a special kind of guardian
angel and official ass-kicker in the paranormal world. Between trying to stay
alive, training new Grimm and dealing with demons, romance is hard to come by.
Then there’s the fact that there’s only been one man ever who really made her
heart race.
angel and official ass-kicker in the paranormal world. Between trying to stay
alive, training new Grimm and dealing with demons, romance is hard to come by.
Then there’s the fact that there’s only been one man ever who really made her
heart race.
And he’s been out of her life for a long,
long time…
long time…
But now he’s back and just in time.
Greta needs Rip’s help.
There’s an unexpected threat to their
world, a betrayal none of them saw coming.
world, a betrayal none of them saw coming.
Working together is the last thing they
want, but it just might be their only chance.
want, but it just might be their only chance.
A fairy tale best suited for
grown-ups…don’t say you weren’t warned.
grown-ups…don’t say you weren’t warned.
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Rip was standing in the doorway with one
shoulder propped against the door jam. He had a look in his eyes that sent my
skin to tingling all over. I mean all
over—I felt it in my lips, my toes and every square inch in between.
shoulder propped against the door jam. He had a look in his eyes that sent my
skin to tingling all over. I mean all
over—I felt it in my lips, my toes and every square inch in between.
“Hey,” I said. My voice cracked.
He continued to stare at me.
It was very, very unnerving the way he
watched me.
watched me.
“Ahh …is everything okay?”
He didn’t answer. Nope, what he did was
push off the door jam and come over to the bed.
push off the door jam and come over to the bed.
He knelt down by the bed,
resting one hand on top of the blankets. He had such damn nice hands…the hands
of a poet, a warrior…a lover. One of those lovely hands was only an inch away
from my thigh too. I thought I could even feel the heat of it, through the
blankets.
resting one hand on top of the blankets. He had such damn nice hands…the hands
of a poet, a warrior…a lover. One of those lovely hands was only an inch away
from my thigh too. I thought I could even feel the heat of it, through the
blankets.
“You were dreaming,” Rip said, his voice
low and rough.
low and rough.
Oh,
shit. Swallowing, I dredged up
an innocent smile. “Was I?”
shit. Swallowing, I dredged up
an innocent smile. “Was I?”
“Yes.” His eyes, that dark,
melted-chocolate gaze, locked on mine and I felt frozen in place.
melted-chocolate gaze, locked on mine and I felt frozen in place.
Unable to
move as he laid a hand on my cheek and stroked my lower lip with his thumb. “Do
you remember it?”
move as he laid a hand on my cheek and stroked my lower lip with his thumb. “Do
you remember it?”
Oh, man, did I remember. But I couldn’t
really tell him that, now could I? Self-preservation is a lovely thing, and I
looked him dead in the eye and lied. “Nope.”
really tell him that, now could I? Self-preservation is a lovely thing, and I
looked him dead in the eye and lied. “Nope.”
Self-preservation is a lovely thing,
yeah, but it doesn’t make me a better liar.
yeah, but it doesn’t make me a better liar.
“You don’t remember?” He leaned in and
nuzzled my neck, his breath teasing across my flesh like a caress. “Maybe I
could jog your memory.”
nuzzled my neck, his breath teasing across my flesh like a caress. “Maybe I
could jog your memory.”
The hand on my cheek stroked down, over
my neck, across my collarbone, down, down. The tips of his fingers brushed
against the curve of my breast and I realized I’d dropped the blankets and was
sitting there as naked as the day I was born.
my neck, across my collarbone, down, down. The tips of his fingers brushed
against the curve of my breast and I realized I’d dropped the blankets and was
sitting there as naked as the day I was born.
“I’m good. No need to jog the memory.”
“You whispered my name,” he murmured,
nipping my earlobe. “Then you moaned. You sounded exactly like you did the
first time I made you come.”
nipping my earlobe. “Then you moaned. You sounded exactly like you did the
first time I made you come.”
Shiloh Walker is an award-winning writer...yes,
really! She's also a mom, a wife, a reader and she pretends to be an amateur photographer. She published her first book in 2003. Her latest suspense, The Right Kind of Trouble, released in August 2016 from St. Martins.
She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance, and
urban fantasy under the name, J.C. Daniels.
urban fantasy under the name, J.C. Daniels.
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