Hollis Shiloh

Hollis Shiloh - author

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Forgotten Things

Forgotten Things
(Men of Magic #1)
by Hollis Shiloh

Magic takes a toll. It shortens lives, damages people, and lets magicians be used as weapons in a war. 

Jocelyn is one magician who survived that bad time and still works for the magical ministry — or rather, overworks for them. To all appearances, he's pulled together, competent, and functional. Although he has bad memories and nightmares, he manages. But he would like more from life: to find a man he can love. 

A forgotten file tells of several magicians who were put in a mental hospital after the war. Finding no other records on the subject, Jocelyn must take a trip to the sanatorium to sort things out. 

One damaged magician is still there after all these years: a handsome, sweet man with missing memories, a shy, gentle nature, and a great love of drawing. 

And the moment he meets Ellis, Jocelyn knows: This is him. He's the one. Can two damaged men help each other heal, survive all dangers, and find true love? 

40,000 words 
Very low heat

Available in Kindle Unlimited

art by the amazing TatianaOnegina: 

Tuesday, August 23, 2016


by Hollis Shiloh
Hugh and Jem work together as a team for the ESRB. Hugh's just a regular ex-cop, but Jem always knows the odds — of anything — and he's always right. It certainly hasn't made his life any easier.
Working for the ESRB has its challenges, such as when trying to track down Martin, a powerful empath who doesn't want to be found. Martin also happens to be the one person who might just make Hugh and Jem face the suppressed attraction between them.
Knowing the odds can't always protect two men from danger, though — and their fledgling relationship will be soon put to a terrible test.
A Men of the ESRB story
50,000 words
Heat: low
a Men of the ESRB novel
gay paranormal romance
The Extra Sensory Regulatory Bureau rates talented individuals like empaths and clairvoyants. They have special gifts — and often some extra burdens that go along with them. The ESRB takes care of its own, but these guys still have a lot to figure out about life — and love. Stay tuned for more tales from the men of the ESRB.

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Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Trey's Partner - a shifters and partners novel

A Shifters and Partners Novel 

Trey's Partner

by Hollis Shiloh

Trey's life has been one of protection and privation. Facing a hungry winter, he leaves his mountain home and family and goes looking for work in the human world. The "wolf school" seems like a good choice. He might not know much about the modern world, but if he can learn to work with a human, he'll earn a good living, never go hungry again, and help his family survive, too.

It's just a job, and he doesn't understand why some shifters are so fussy about who they team up with. Finding the perfect partner is a no-brainer for Trey. He just needs someone he trusts and can work with — someone who isn't overly emotional. Trey easily finds the right partner — as long as his choice agrees to it. As long as no emotions get involved.

Heat level: very low 
45,000 words 
A Shifters and Partners Novel 

hollis.shiloh AT gmail.com  (Replace the AT with @) Let me know if you want a PDF, EPUB, or MOBI

NOTE: This title may go into Kindle Unlimited at some point - it's all a bit up in the air at the moment.

Bestseller at All Romance eBooks during 1st week of release.

Saturday, June 11, 2016


by Hollis Shiloh

Gareth Silverman has been locked up, away from his magic — and is slowly dying. Silus is desperate to get him free. With the help of friends from Skeffield Manor, he might just manage it...but at what cost?

Join friends old and new — magicians, mechanicalized men, and others, including one sparkly designer — at the revolving doors of Skeffield Manor, as it once again becomes a stage for magic, mystery...and love.

Takes place after "Mystery at Skeffield Manor," and in the same universe as "Wes and Kit" and "Robert and Louie," "Like A One-Eyed Cat," "Cold Hands Warm Heart," and "Gear Heart."

A story told from multiple points of view.

Length: approx. 54,000 words 
Heat level: Low

The book is currently in Kindle Unlimited.

This is the long awaited (well, by me, anyway) sequel to "Mystery at Skeffield Manor" (and related stories).

It includes cameos from almost every character I've written in this universe. (I never managed to include anyone from Gear Heart; the story had to come first not the cameos!)

If at any time you need a copy for any reason (different format, etc), just contact me and I'll get you a review copy. (Even if you don't end up reviewing it, that's fine!) Remember to specify format, please. Hollis.shiloh@gmail.com.  Always glad to hear from you!  :-)

Friday, June 10, 2016

Upcoming Stories

(takes place after Mystery at Skeffield Manor)

sequel to "FOXED"

more in the ESRB series

And another Sweet Briar Farm story

Friday, May 20, 2016

Still Fireproof

Still Fireproof

by Hollis Shiloh
(takes place after Fireproof)

Levi loves Jett. Jett loves Levi. They share a life together and everything. So why is it still so hard for Jett to trust his boyfriend? And why is he having weird dreams again? 

With a life that never seems to stay orderly and neat, and relationship skills to grow into, they have their work cut out if they want to stay together...and fireproof. 

Takes place after "Fireproof" 
Contains some homophobic language 

Length: 30,000 words 
Heat level: Low 


"Jett!" The brakes squeaked as Levi pulled up, leaned out the window of my ratty old truck, and called my name. He was wearing reflective sunglasses and the brakes squealed a little and he honked the horn a couple of times.

"Yo, Jett!" He waved, leaning half out the window, then pulled himself back inside and tumbled out, all muscle and charm, acting like an overgrown pup assured of his welcome. He was the hottest fireman in the world.

He wore jeans, suspenders, and a tight, tan t-shirt that clung to all the hard places on his chest and shoulders and upper arms. Looked like he'd barely squeezed himself into it. It was clean, so he must've showered after work.

He headed towards me, arms outstretched, grin maniacal.

"Don't," I said, smiling, trying halfheartedly to shy away from his arms. "I'll get you filthy!"

"Mm, filth!" He caught me, squeezing me jubilantly and exuberantly close. He squeezed and cuddled me against him with all his strength, planting a big, sloppy wet kiss on my neck. "Mm! Delicious filth."

"Would you stop?" I laughed and finally got free of him, wiping the wet kiss off my neck.

"Oh, nice." He rolled his eyes, and pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head. He thumped me on the arm, sucked his full lips into his mouth briefly, and grinned. His smile was cherubic and naughty at the same time. I don't know how he avoided growing up to be a total brat, because who could say no to a face like that?

"Any of your boys comin'?" he asked.

"Oh hell, I don't know." I glanced back, raised a hand to wave in mute greeting and farewell. I realized that they'd been watching me and that, technically, I'd probably come out of the closet to them today.

José raised a hand tentatively back. Tyrell gave me the guy nod, a single jerk of his head. Could mean anything. I walked around to my side of my truck — the passenger's side.

"I think I came out of the closet today," I told Levi.

"No shit?" He cast me a curious look as we moved to get into the truck. He hadn't picked up the wings yet or I'd smell 'em. "They didn't know?"

"Apparently not." I buckled my belt. It was old, frayed.

I was glad Levi was driving. I've always hated being behind a wheel. It feels more like responsibility than freedom to me, and not the good kind of responsibility, but the kind that can kill innocent people if you make a single mistake. I'm a tense driver; my shoulders get tight from holding onto the wheel so hard.

Levi, now he's cool. He sort of drapes himself on the wheel; he's alert but relaxed. You can see he's just enjoying the hell out of it, even driving my old banger. It's an old white pickup truck, and I took it all the way to Alaska a couple of years ago when I was running from Levi and from my magic.

Somehow, it had survived the trip, the long winters there, the hard miles I'd put on it, and the journey all the way back. Like me. Still kicking, and yet I'd never managed to develop an affection for the truck, like guys are supposed to have for their vehicles. I mean, shit, I wasn't that guy.

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Also, if you guys haven't read FIREPROOF yet, I'd wait a couple of days.  It will soon be on sale for 99 cents.  You're welcome.  ;)
If you need a review copy, just let me know.  (Please specify your required format: EPUB, MOBI, or PDF.  Thanks!)  :-)

Hope you have a great weekend!

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Bread and Books

Bread and Books
by Hollis Shiloh

To Matthew, Jake is a mild-mannered mystery. He bought a failing bookstore, but he doesn't know how to run a bookstore at all. And by the number of books he's giving away, the man has to be an optimistic idiot. A business can't survive by giving things away!

Still, neighboring bakery owner (and secret bear shifter) Matthew can't help being drawn to him and finding excuses to talk to him. The man calls to him in a way no one else does: with his pheromones, his sweet smiles, and his cinnamon-colored eyes. He makes Matthew want things desperately...

The two men grow closer, and friendship turns to something more. They might even have a chance at forever, if they can bear to share their secrets with one another...

Heat level: very low
~39,000 words

The Baking Bears series: sweet stories focus on bear shifters finding their forever mates in this gentle series of standalone shifter romances. 

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review copies always free - just contact me: hollis.shiloh@gmail.com


"How about two of those delicious buns?" said a familiar voice. 

He jerked his head up and stared into cinnamon-warm brown eyes. Gaping, he could think of nothing to say. He hadn't been thinking about Jake that much, had he? Yet it seemed as though his errant thoughts had summoned the bookseller.

Today he wasn't wearing a tweedy suit and an old-fashioned look. He was wearing a bright yellow raincoat with big wooden toggles on it, and was shivering a little as he smiled at Matthew. He raised his brows, waiting for a response. His face was so expressive and the look in his eyes so intimate — all focused on Matthew, and friendly and warm and kind — that for a moment it was difficult for Matthew to breathe, let alone think or speak.

"Buns?" repeated Jake, pointing at the display case where the buns had been lovingly stacked by Matthew's hands not many minutes ago. 

Matthew repressed the crazy desire to laugh. "Uh, hi," he managed at last. "Yeah. How many?"


Matthew fetched them out, feeling awkward, as if his hands were too big. He glanced at them quickly to make sure he hadn't started to shift and gotten big, oversized paws. Nope, still human hands: large, hairy ones. Awkward ones. 

What was it about being watched by someone you wanted to impress? It made Matthew so much more likely to be awkward and clumsy.
He wanted to say something friendly and intelligent, or at least to ask how Jake was doing. He wanted to say something about getting here early, to ask how the day before had gone, something marginally intelligent, or at least not entirely stupid. Even a bland, banal comment about the weather (how cold it was today) would be welcome. Instead he was silently pawing out the two best buns he could find (there were always best ones, even when he tried to make them all identical). When he looked up, the sparkling dark eyes were watching him. Cinnamon eyes. Delicious, sparkling, shining eyes...

"How much?" asked Jake, his voice friendly. He'd gotten his wallet out. 

That felt wrong. Matthew swallowed hard. "No charge."

"Oh, well, I can't take that. Let me pay you."

Matthew might have been a bit tongue-tied around his totally-not-a-crush visitor, but his eyebrow, arched just so, spoke volumes.

Jake actually ducked his head and laughed awkwardly, his cheeks growing pink. "That was different," he said. 


"When I gave out free books yesterday. That was different. It's..." He licked his lips, pausing. 

Matthew found himself staring, more mesmerized than he should be by such a simple gesture of hesitation. Jake had some pretty amazing lips. Plump, pink, soft, and shaped like they would smile so easily — something Jake had already pretty well proved was true.

"It's part of my business plan," said Jake at last, and looked at Matthew as if he expected to be contradicted.

And then, wonder of wonders, Matthew found his voice again after all. "This is part of my friendship plan. Take the buns."

"I do like buns," said Jake, looking him right in the eye, smiling. "Thank you," he added, accepting defeat (and the buns) graciously. "But let me pay sometimes, okay?"

Matthew nodded, not necessarily because it was true; more because he couldn't resist that cute face. He really was being ridiculous, and he knew it, but some part of him found Jake impossibly irresistible. It was hard to be sensible.

And the fact that Jake wanted to come around and buy more in the future — a regular thing, even — made Matthew indescribably happy. Which was sillier yet. But it was hard to think of anything else just now.

"Thank you," said Jake, and headed out, giving Matthew a quick wave and letting the next customer approach. His smile was genuine, but he wasn't waiting around. 

Matthew wished he could rush after him and say a million things that now seemed plausible, extending the conversation for at least another few moments, not being a tongue-tied, clumsy old bear. Instead, he had customers to wait on…