Interview - Shiloh Walker - The Right Kind of Trouble

Please welcome back to the blog Shiloh Walker, she's here today chatting about the latest, book 3 in her McKays series, The Right Kind of Trouble.
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ISBN-13: 9781250067968
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Release Date: 08/02/2016
Length: 384pp
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Overview

Desire won’t take no for an answer in The Right Kind of Trouble by Shiloh Walker

In the small Southern town of McKay’s Treasure, everybody knows that the handsome local police chief, Gideon Marshall, has been carrying a torch for Moira McKay. It’s also no secret that Moira has been rejecting Gideon since…forever. But after an attack from a mysterious stranger bent on taking down the McKay family, Moira becomes filled with distrust toward most men. Now she wonders whether she’s been wrong about Gideon all along—and if it’s not too late to admit him back into her life…and into her bed...

Gideon has finally convinced his wasted heart to give up on Moira, who he’s loved since he was sixteen years old. Moira’s attack changes everything, however—and he vows to protect her. But how much is he willing to risk for a woman who’s always kept him at bay…until now? And is it too late for Moira to tell him that her love for him has always been locked deep in her heart—and he holds the key?

Read an excerpt courtesy St. Martin's Press:

CHAPTER ONE

Gideon Marshall had his hands full of dirty plates and his mind full of dirty words.

He moved into the kitchen of the big, sprawling home known as McKay’s Ferry, and Moira McKay, the woman he loved more than his own life, cut a wide circle around him so she wouldn’t have to look at him.

“Why don’t you go out there and celebrate with them?” he asked, keeping his voice devoid of emotion. “A double wedding, I’m sure they could use your organized self to talk details.”

Not even an hour ago, Neve McKay, the youngest of the family, had gotten engaged. Less than sixty seconds after she’d said yes, her brother Brannon had proposed to his girlfriend Hannah. He’d been planning his proposal—Neve’s fiancé hadn’t known when he had popped the question.

There was plenty to celebrate.

Moira just shrugged. “This is a happy time for them. I’m just as good in here as I am out there. Nobody wants to talk plans tonight.”

“You could—”

The plates in her hand smacked down sharply on the edge of the counter, hitting with enough force he was surprised none of them broke. Moira was still staring at the plates, her jaw tight. “I could go out there and be a fifth wheel. No thanks.”

Ella Sue, a genteel sort of tyrant, came bustling in and arched a brow at him before looking at Moira’s stiff back. “I’m in the mood for champagne,” she announced, taking up an empty space at the counter.

While she tore the foil, Gideon turned back to the sink and rinsed a few dishes off. “I used to wonder who did all of this,” Gideon said. He was talking just to talk and he knew it. He didn’t care for the sound of his own voice, but it was better than that terse silence. “You’ve got all the money in the world. You could hire people to do this stuff. Then you could hire people to hire people to do it for the people…”

Moira let out a soft, strained sigh.

He looked over at her.

Their gazes locked and held for a moment before she broke it, shifting her attention back to the pots she was putting up. “Mom and Dad wanted to make sure we understood the value of hard work. It’s one of the things that has kept this family honest and successful all these years—or so they say,” she said.

“I heard them tell you that, more than once.” He blew out a breath, mind turning back to the man who used to watch Gideon every time he would escort Moira out the door for a date. “Sometimes I still expect to hear him, you know. Your dad, that voice of his. Big and powerful, echoed all through the place.”

“I know.” She glanced over at him, smiled sadly.

A few moments later they were all done.

Ella Sue pushed a glass of champagne at each of them and then disappeared—again.

“She seems more interested in flitting in and out than anything,” he said. He was under no illusions as to why, either.

“I heard you were out with Maris the other night.”

Moira’s voice—bright and almost too cheerful—cut through his heart like a knife.

He took a slow, deliberate sip of the champagne, the bubbles oddly flat on his tongue. It had come from the McKay cellars and chances were that the stuff cost a good grand a bottle. But it was like water to him. He still took another easy sip before he looked over at her.

He wasn’t surprised Moira had heard he’d been out with Maris Cordell, one of the deputies with the county sheriff’s department. What he was surprised about was the fact that she seemed to give a damn.

She tossed her champagne back like it was moonshine and she was dying for the buzz.

“We had dinner.” He shrugged casually and thought to himself he wouldn’t have made a bad actor.

Moira, however, never would have made it. She gave him a sharp-edged look and said, “Isn’t that just lovely. I bet you two have a lot to talk about.”

Gideon ran his tongue over his teeth. Then he shrugged and tossed back the rest of the bubbly wine. He rinsed out the glass. “I’d better head out. I’ve got case files to last me into the next decade, so—”

“Maybe the deputy can give you hand.”

“For fuck’s sake!” He spun around and glared at her.

She gave him an innocent smile as she polished off her champagne and put the flute down.

Striding back to her, he caught her arms. “What do you want, Moira? It’s sure as hell not me. I spent almost twenty years begging for you to come back to me, but you…”

Tears gleamed in her eyes as she stared up at him.

An invisible fist grabbed him by the throat, by the heart. “You won’t,” he said bleakly. As the tears broke free and rolled down her cheeks, he brushed them away. “You won’t. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. Probably the only woman I’m ever going to love. But I’m tired of standing on the sidelines, of reaching out for you only to have you push me away. I’m tired, Moira. I’m tired of being alone and being lonely. You don’t want me. I get it. But somebody else does.”

“Then go to her,” Moira said woodenly. She twisted out of his arms and pulled back. “I kept telling you it wasn’t going to happen, that you needed to move on, Gideon.”

She continued to stare at him with bruised eyes.

“Then why are you looking at me like I’ve broken your heart?” he asked raggedly.

“You haven’t, Gideon.” She managed to smile. “I’m happy for you. You’re moving on. I did that ages ago.”

He wanted to call her on it, wanted to say bullshit.

But she came to him and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad for you, baby. Now go on. Get out of here … you’ve got work to do, right?”

“Right.” Dully, he nodded. Turning away, he took a couple of steps, his legs numb, his chest feeling strangely empty.

“Gideon?”

He turned, heart leaping.

But she was staring out the window into the backyard. Without even looking at him, she said quietly, “I hope this makes you happy. You really deserve to be happy.”

*   *   *

Moira waited until he was gone before she left the kitchen.

She waited until she was up the stairs before she breathed out a low, shaking sigh.

She waited until she was in her room before letting out the next shuddering breath, because it was almost a sob.

She waited until the door was locked before she sank down on the floor and began to cry.

They were low, soundless sobs, the cries of the brokenhearted.

Then why are you looking at me like I’ve broken your heart?

He hadn’t.

Not really.

She’d done that to herself, over and over, as she’d pushed him away.

And this time, she’d done it permanently.

It was really over.

Shiloh hi welcome back to the blog.
Tell my readers a little about The Right Kind of Trouble.

Thanks for having me back! The Right Kind of Trouble is the third and final book in my McKay trilogy, centered on Moira McKay and Gideon, the love of her life.

This is the third book in the series.
How are they related?

Each book focuses on a McKay sibling, starting with the youngest, Neve. While each book wraps up the romance for the character, there is an underlying mystery that isn’t solved until the end.

Shiloh you also write urban fantasy under the name JC Daniels.
Why use a pen name for this genre?

I didn’t want readers going in expecting a romance. These are different stories and I wanted to have a name not tied to romance for those.

Your bio tells us you started writing in middle school because of a boring teacher, not liking the way a story ended and voices in your head.
Oh tell me about the voices please!

I just hear stories or play with. It didn’t occur to me until I was in my late teens that others didn’t hear stories in their heads.

Shiloh, so you’ve got this character who’s not cooperating in her/his development and you realize they remind you of someone.
Do you run with the comparison, do you dump the character and start over, or none of the above?

Eh, it’s not likely to happen. While characters might have similar traits to people I know, they are traits. My characters are uniquely themselves.

Your bio also tells us some of your favorite authors.
Is there one or more in particular who inspired you to write?

No. I write because stories fill my head.

Shiloh your last visit to the blog was back in 2014 when you were talking about Deeper than Need, #1 in your Secrets and Shadows series.
Both series feature small towns and in fact the heading on your website says Small Towns – Big Hearted Romance.
What is it about small towns that attracts you the writer?

Small towns practically take on their own life. It introduces a fun dynamic…the interactions between people, the tensions.

Some of your novels have been known to be rather steamy.
Are your children old enough to read them?

My oldest has is seventeen and she has read my JC Daniels books and one or two my contemporary romances. My 14 year old son has read Blade Song and liked it. The youngest…too young.

Thanks so much for taking the time to answer my questions.
Good luck with the new novel.
Where in the near future can fans come and meet you?

Thanks for having me! In the coming months, I'll be in Detroit, Atlanta, Orlando and Birmingham. More information is on my site… www.shilohwalker.com

Praise:

Publishers Weekly

06/27/2016
Walker returns to the small Southern town of McKay’s Treasure, Miss., to conclude her McKays trilogy (after The Trouble with Temptation) with a well-written mix of terror, passion, and intricate plotting. Gideon Marshall has loved Moira McKay since they were teenagers, but Moira’s parents were killed in a car accident after Moira and her mother had a fight, and Moira is still convinced that she doesn’t deserve to be happy. Gideon’s just about to finally give up on her, but first he wants to find out who’s behind the escalating attacks on the McKays, which have left several people dead. When Moira is assaulted on her own property, it soon becomes clear that the culprit may be someone she knows. It’s easy to ache for Moira, and equally easy to want to shake some sense into her for throwing love away with both hands. Walker creates a gruff and believable character in Gideon and a fast-paced plot that will keep readers guessing until the end. She delivers the grand revelation with a surprise twist (and a somewhat gory finale). Readers will be sorry that this is the last visit, at least for the foreseeable future, to McKay’s Treasure. Agent: Miriam Kriss, Irene Goodman Literary. (Aug.)

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Meet Shiloh:
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. Look for her newest book, Headed for Trouble, due out in January 2016 from St. Martins.
She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.

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