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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.

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THE HUNTER
After two years, Kane Winter still doesn't know what really happened the night his bounty hunting partner was murdered. What he does know is that there was a mysterious woman at the scene, and he won't rest until he finds her...

THE PREY
Kendall is accustomed to vampire games. After all, she is one herself—part of an elite group of warriors who keep the other vamps in line by destroying the ones who would prey on the weak and innocent. But now she's the one being stalked...

THE PASSION
When all trails lead to Kendall, Kane is consumed by a desire greater than vengeance—a hunger to possess this woman for himself. Together, they will travel down a dangerous path of seduction and surrender, until there are no rules left to break—and nowhere left to hide.
 

She’d been through Louisville often enough, but in the past few years it had changed a lot. She hadn’t ever been to this nightclub. It was situated in the middle of Fourth Street, between two giant neon orange guitars. There were several bars in there, but she liked the looks of this one. The men at the door turned several people away but she sauntered in without a problem and made her way to the bar.

A drink would be nice. And then a dance partner…some good looking man, a few slow dances and then she’d lead him into one of the shadowed areas and feed, or maybe outside. A smile curved her lips as she felt somebody sliding into the chair beside her.

But she went stiff as she turned and found herself staring into a pair of bottle green eyes. Shit. Still, she smiled at him, tossing her hair back as she accepted her rum and coke from the bartender.

Only sheer will kept her from dropping it though as the man leaned towards her and drawled, “I didn’t know vampires could drink that stuff.”

Lifting it to her lips, she sipped at it, refusing the urge to toss it back and demand another. Arching a brow at him, she gave him a quizzical stare. “Pardon?”

He grinned at her. “So how did Meyers end up in jail? He piss you off?”

Chilled to the bone, she studied him. She knew his face from somewhere. But she had no idea where. “Do I know you?”

He shrugged. “Not so much. But don’t worry, we’ll take care of that. The name is Kane. Might want to remember it—it’s likely going to be the last name you hear.”

Kendall laughed, sitting her drink back down. She shifted on the stool, bracing her body. “You’re an arrogant one, aren’t you?”

He knew what she was. She didn’t know exactly how, but he knew. And he didn’t like her. She’d run into his kind before, the kind who assumed vampires were like something off of Buffy, or out of Bram Stoker’s books—all vampires were monsters, soulless creatures intent on nothing more than killing to feed their ravenous hungers.

Kane shrugged. “Not really.”

Coolly, she asked, “You have any idea what kind of mess you’re asking for?”

The slow, confident smile that spread across his lips made a chill run down her spine. There was a knowledge in his eyes and she didn’t like it one bit. “Cleaning up messes is what I do best.”

She just stared at him. What in the hell had she gotten into? He was mortal—and she couldn’t feel any evil inside him. That was too damned bad. If he’d been evil, Kendall could just take care of him…and feed. But the empty ache of hunger in her belly would just have to remain a little while longer. Because she couldn’t kill him.

But she couldn’t linger around here either.

She rose slowly, aware of the fact that he watched her with the eyes of a predator. “Well, sweetheart, this is one mess you’ll have to pass on.”