An Interview with Dez Lincoln… heroine of THE DEPARTED by Shiloh Walker

A LIFELONG OBSESSION

FBI Special Agent Taylor Jones has made it his mission to save those in harm’s way by any means necessary—including employing psychic agents like Desiree “Dez” Lincoln, who can communicate with the disembodied spirits of the dead. Taylor is haunted by his own ghost, his kid sister, gone missing at age six. For a quarter of a century he has been tortured by her loss and the mystery of her disappearance.

A NIGHT’S INDISCRETION

When Dez is seriously wounded, Taylor can no longer hide his feelings for her. Getting involved could spell disaster for both of them—not to mention those who rely on them for help—but once Dez lays her hands on him, he can’t resist the fierce attraction. But after giving in to his desires, Taylor pulls back, and Dez strikes out on her own.

AN INESCAPABLE PASSION

Responding to the call of another anguished spirit, Dez is led to Taylor’s old hometown. As the two are forced to come together to save a girl in peril, Dez may be able to help Taylor finally find the answers he’s been looking for…

 

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An Interview with Dez Lincoln… heroine of THE DEPARTED

 

First things, first…I’m interviewing the heroine.  Be warned.  She attracts ghosts.  Dez, I’d appreciate it if you could try to keep them at bay while we’re doing this, okay?

 

Dez:  Yeah.  Sure.  I’m absolutely positive the people who’ve died, often violently, are very concerned with that request.  That was sarcasm, BTW.

 

I’m familiar with your sarcasm.  But thanks for pointing it for the readers… okay, so lets get to the interview.  Who are you?  What do you do for a living?

 

Dez:  My name is Desiree Lincoln.  I talk to ghosts.  Lately, I talk to them and get paid if I help put them to rest. 

 

That’s not how you always did it, though, right?

 

Dez: No.  Because that guy Taylor is so straight-laced, he can’t relax for five seconds…

 

Hmmm.  You’re blushing a little there, Dez.  Don’t worry.  I won’t tell everybody that you managed to get him unlaced and relaxed for more than five seconds.  (I don’t have to.  I wrote about it.)

 

Dez: You writers are a pain in the ass.  Anyway, no.  That’s not what I always did.  I used to work for the FBI.  Now I’m solo.  Oddly enough, now I’m working with Taylor again.  And man, isn’t that a sucker punch.

 

Is he still as straight-laced as before?

 

Dez: No…he’s… (she’s looking away now.)  I’m not talking about this.

 

What’s up?

 

Dez: Everything is weird here.  Taylor is off.  He’s quieter.  Something hurts him here.  There’s a ghost who won’t talk to me…and of course, I’m pretty sure you know what’s going on, but you aren’t talking to me, either.

 

Well….

 

Dez: Typical writer.  You like torturing us.

 

Hey…you all torture me just as much.  Don’t blame me if he leaves you all rattled.  You two both took your time driving me crazy with this book.

 

Dez: Well… you finished it, right?  I mean…everything  worked out, right?

 

Don’t ask me that! You’ve got to wait and see how it ends for yourself.  But I’ll share this bit with you.

 

FROM THE DEPARTED

 

“What does it matter to you?” She shouldn’t be looking at him. She told herself that, told herself to look away, to look anywhere but at him. She couldn’t, though. She couldn’t look away from his eyes. Swallowing, she rested her head against the wall and repeated, “What does it matter to you?”

A heavy breath rushed out of him, his shoulders rising and falling. His blue eyes, so fiery hot and so unlike the cool, icy professionalism she was used to seeing, bored into hers. “Just shield up, damn it.” Then he shoved off the wall and stalked away.

Immediately, Dez sagged a few inches and covered her face with her hands. Damn it. What in the hell . . . Damn it. Her knees were shaking. Her belly felt all tight and hot and jittery, and damned if she knew why.

You damn well do know—

No. She wasn’t thinking about that—

She took a deep breath and lowered her hands. Then she looked up and gasped when she realized Taylor had returned, silently. One hand came, curled over the back of her neck. “This is why it matters, damn it.” He hauled her against him and as his mouth crushed against hers, her brain clicked off, shut down . . .

 

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A big thank you to Shiloh and Dez for joining us today!

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