Shiloh Walker and I met at an event in Indiana. She’s one of my daughter’s favorite authors.
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 romance, SPECTRE, released in July 2019.
She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.
Tell us about yourself.
I’ve been married to my high school sweetheart for more than twenty years and we have three kids. I love to read and I play with photography. If I had my way, I’d live in Scotland, although I really do love Canada, too.
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I’ve had stories in my head all my life, but I didn’t start writing them down all that much until middle school. It seemed like the natural thing to see if I could make it as a writer.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
I stick with fiction, but if the storyline appeals, I’ll read just about anything. I don’t tend to read much in the way of straight historical fiction or westerns, but aside from that, I’m open to almost any storyline. I tend to stick to thrillers, romance or urban fantasy for the most part, though. As for writing, I write romance and urban fantasy.
Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
Adults, across the line.
What is your current release or project?
I’ve got a couple of things I’m playing with that I don’t want to go into a lot of detail about just yet…I’m one of those writers who don’t talk much about things early in the process. I’m also reissuing the last few books in my Grimm series, which I’m both happy and sad about. While I’m going through these books, it makes me remember how much fun I had with them, which is fun…but the series is also over, which is the sad thing.
Tell us about the key characters
Well, since I’m in top-secret mode about the new projects, I’ll tell you about the Grimm book I’ve got coming out this month… Furious Fire, which is the second to last book in the series, featuring Finn, a recurring character in the series who finally gets his happily ever after. I’m not going into detail about his partner, though… that is somebody people need to read to understand. The book sets the stage for the final battle, which takes place in Grimm’s End.
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
He is the love of all her lives…
Grimm’s Circle, Book 8
Thomas Finn, troublemaker, gunslinger, guardian angel…loner. More than a hundred and fifty years ago, he was shot in the back then brought back to life just in time to watch a demon masquerading as his best friend kill the love of his life.
Now, as a Grimm, he satisfies his need for vengeance hunting down demons like the ones that took Rebecca from him. His mission: kill as many as he can, then, when the time comes, go down in a blaze of glory. But with each kill, he comes closer to a line no angel should cross.
Her name was Rebecca. Then it was Tilly. Then Ada. Now, Kalypso. She’s lived so many lives, she can’t even remember when or why it started. All she knows is, she’s always searching for a man with golden eyes that make her burn. And when she finds him-as she always does-she knows that spark of joy means she’s only seconds away from death…again.
This time will be no different…unless something breaks the cycle once and for all.
Warning: Contains the Groundhog Day of star-crossed lovers, a pissed-off guardian angel, a demon-hunter with an axe to grind, and the battle to end all battles. Be warned…there’s pain ahead in this book. Oh, and that HEA finally happens. For these two, anyway.
Share an excerpt.
In that moment, I came awake, my body shuddering as pain gripped me.
I gasped and in a blink, two men stood over me.
One was Will and I glared at him balefully.
Okay, yeah, I’d been the one to pounce on his back and send the two of us tumbling to the ground—or…through it?
I still didn’t know.
But whatever had happened, it resulted in me hurting more than I could remember hurting, short of dying.
I didn’t think that was happening. Not yet, at least.
But then my gaze skipped over and hit the other man.
Memory slammed into me, swamping me.
Open your mouth now…his voice, a croon in my ear, his hands gentle on my face.
I sucked in a breath and that very action brought tears to my eyes, but it wasn’t enough to make me look away from him.
Silvered moonlight washed the color from his eyes, from his hair, leaving him cut with swathes of pale light and deep shadow.
His face was harder.
But it was him.
My throat locked.
A name sprang to my lips, but instinct had me locking it back.
Open your mouth now. Shaken, I tore my gaze away. Unable to find a single thing to look at, save for his profile or the star-studded sky overhead, I closed my eyes.
Tommy. It’s Tommy. Thomas…It connected in my head.
His name was Thomas. Thomas Finn.
Reflexively, I clenched my hands into fists.
“Do you remember what happened?”
The low, cool voice forced my attention away from Thom and I found myself looking at Will.
Oh, bite me. The comment burned on the tip of my tongue, but I held it back. It was my own damn fault I was lying there, feeling like I’d been worked over by a couple of the meaner demons—the nasty ones who liked to eat people. They were vicious and once I’d stumbled across a group of them, interrupted meal-time. If I hadn’t had the Glock I coddled like a baby, I never would have made it out of that alive.
Two of them had still gotten their hands on me and I’d spent two weeks pissing blood and eating nothing any harder than mashed potatoes while healing up the damage they’d done.
It was the most damage I’d ever taken.
Right now? I didn’t feel quite that bad. But it was close.
“Remember?” I curled my lip at him as I slowly worked on getting my arms under me. That hurt. I eased upright. That hurt worse. Something ground inside me and I gasped.
Okay, broken ribs. Lovely.
Panting, I made it upright and saw that Will was watching me with unsympathetic eyes.
Off to the side…I swallowed, tried not to let myself think about him, his name…the wisp of memory that was his hands on me. I remembered that. Bits and pieces of a life I’d suspected but never really remembered. That had changed now.
“Sure.” I settled my weight back on my hands, doggedly focusing on Will’s face. “I remember you grabbing me, knocking me out. Then I’m in a hotel room and you won’t let me leave. You yammering in my ear—then inside my head—and then without explaining jackshit—you tell me I’m free to go.”
Silver flashed in those eyes. A silver glow. It was eerie as hell.
I tensed and braced myself to grab for a weapon, only to remember he’d taken most of them. And I hadn’t gotten them back.
His voice was still soft as he asked, “Do you remember what happened next?”
“Oh, yeah. That was the Tilt-A-Whirl ride from hell, man. Now. Where are my weapons? Get them and I’ll get out of your hair.”
“Will you…?” He drew those words out, a thin, mocking layer of amusement under them as he rose and turned.
Thom spoke then, and I flinched at the sound of his voice, still so familiar, even after all these years. But it should be…I dreamed about him all the time.
But he never sounded so cold, so hard. So angry.
He said it the way he might say she’s a bug.
The ache inside me grew.
Do you have a favorite scene?
Yes…but I’m not sharing it.
What advice would you give a beginner?
Finish the book. Then start the next one. Finish it. Get a couple of books under your belt so you can figure out what your voice is and what kind of stories you want to tell…and so you teach yourself to finish the books you start.
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