Release Blitz for : F*ck Club by Shiloh Walker
Title: F*ck Club: Riley (Book One)
Author: Shiloh Walker | @shilohwalker
Release Date: January 27th 2017
"The first rule of F*ck Club...we don’t talk about it.
We just do the job and get paid."
And Riley Steele did his job very well. He’ll be
the first to admit that his current life isn’t the one he’d foreseen. It’s not
even one he really wants, but after his parents died and he was left to care
for two siblings and a mountain of debt, he was willing to do almost anything.
Now, after almost ten years of being paid to
pleasure, he’s almost numb to it…and to women.
That all changes with one phone call. Brianna
Sharpe, the girl he’d loved as a boy, is leaving an abusive lover and needs
someplace to hide.
Opening his home to Bree is easy. Protecting his
heart is a different story. She’d completely shattered it once already. But
Bree has changed and Riley wants to think there might be a chance. Only...what
will she do when she discovers his secrets?
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F*ck Club:Riley (Book One)
Text Copyright © 2016 Shiloh Walker
All Rights Reserved
“Is everything okay, Ry?”
The moonlight filtering in through the narrow slit in the
curtains painted her skin with a soft, silvery light. Her eyes were darker than
he’d ever seen them and he had to curl his hands into fists to keep from
reaching for her.
“Everything’s fine, Bree,” he lied.
Even to his own ears, the words sounded hollow.
“Then why aren’t you talking to me? Why don’t you seem to want
to look at me anymore?”
She was trying to torture him.
Slowly, he reached out and skimmed the back of his fingers down
her cheek, careful to keep the touch light.
“We’re talking now. I’m looking at you now.”
“And you’re ready to haul ass out of here,” she said, looking
wounded.
“Because if I don’t—” He snapped his jaw shut before the rest of
the words could slip out, but he’d said too much already.
Her eyes widened. “If you don’t, what?”
“Bree.” Her name came out a low rasp. “Go to bed, okay? Go in
there with your son and go to sleep.”
“I’ll go to bed when I damn well want.” She poked him in the
chest with her finger. “How about you answer me now?”
He caught her wrist.
She tugged, and reflexively, he tugged back harder.
She crashed against his chest and the warm, soft weight of her
had him biting back a groan.
She splayed the fingers of her left hand against his chest. He
could feel her pulse bounding madly against his thumb. Slowly, he stroked that
rapid beat, staring into her eyes.
“Everything’s wrong,” he said without thinking. “I can’t even go
into detail about most of it, but the worst thing is that you’re here and I
can’t touch you. I need you like I need my next breath. I always have. But
you’re just as out of reach now as you’ve been for the past ten years.”
He started to let her go, telling himself he’d lock himself in
the bathroom for the next hour, maybe longer. Or maybe he’d just go back
downstairs and sleep in the torture device of a chair.
But, although he let go of Bree’s hand, she didn’t let go of
him. The hand on his chest curled, fisting in his shirt and she moved closer.
“Who says you can’t touch me? Who says I’m out of reach?”
Her eyes lingered on his mouth and a groan rumbled out of him.
“Don’t,” he said, shaking his head.
“Don’t what?” She leaned in and kissed his chin.
The threads of his control started to snap like tension wires
that threatened to cut and slice and wound as they broke.
Back away. Don’t touch, he told himself.
But he didn’t do that. He slid a hand into her hair and twisted
the thick, heavy curls around his fingers. “You should go back to bed, Bree,”
he said thickly.
“And you should let me decide what I should and shouldn’t do.”
Then she leaned in and kissed him.
Her tongue slid along his lower lip.
She dragged her hands down his chest and caught the front of his
shirt, tugging it free of the waistband of his trousers. “I want you naked,”
she said against his mouth. “I want your hands on me and I want to be naked.”
“Bree…”
She tipped her head back and met his eyes in the darkened room.
“We…” He shook his head rapidly. “Don’t do this, okay?”
“Why not?”
“Because I…” Air coming in ragged bursts, he tried to think of
the most logical explanation.
Because once wasn’t enough? Because he didn’t
know how to handle this? Because…because…
There was a logical reason and he knew it.
But then Bree kissed him and the thought of logic died in a
shuddering explosion.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her up against him.
F*ck Club Con (Book
Two)
Release Date: March
24th 2017
Rule
#2…Respect the ladies.
Conner Steele has nothing but respect for ladies. He absolutely
adores them and takes more than a little bit of pride in his job—or rather,
his former job.
After a run-in with a cop, former male escort Con, along with
his brother Riley and best friend Shame, decided it might just be best to hang
up their…hats and retire from the business of being paid to pleasure.
After all, they have a profitable business going with their new
pub. No reason to ruin a good thing and Con is more than happy to keep pleasing
the ladies—just…no longer as a job. Finding a date or company for the night has
never been an issue for him, either. He’s been told more than once that he can
charm a tiger out of its stripes. But lately a new hire at the bar is turning
the tables on him—she is the one charming him, twisting him up into
knots and getting him so worked up, he can barely see straight.
In his rather expert opinion, Shawntelle Callahan is nothing
less than a queen.
And she’s a queen on a mission, too. Even as tangled up as he is
over her, he can see that. First she tries to coax him out of retirement
for one last engagement. When that doesn’t work, she sets out to
drive him crazy. After finally admitting that she’s a writer who’s looking to
do a story on male escorts, Con realizes it will be best to just stay away from
Shawntelle. Sure, she says she’s just looking for some hands-on
information but he knows there’s more to it than that. There are
secrets in her eyes, barely hidden lies and doubt.
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.
Email: shilohwalker@gmail.com
Website: http://shilohwalker.com
Twitter: @shilohwalker
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