Thursday, December 9, 2021

Book Tour: Swagger with Nikki Prince @AuthorNPrince

 


Can you, for those who don't know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author? 

I am a single mother of two teens, one 16 and the other 18 (where did the time go).  I’m a gamer (I play The Sims, World of Warcraft, and Call of Duty along with mobile games).  I also make homemade soaps.  I always wanted to be an author since I was about 11 and I read my first romance book and decided from that point on that I was going to write stories.  At 43 (2012) I published two books with two different publishers and I haven’t stopped since.


Where were you born/grew up at? 

I was born in California in Merced (Central California), however my parents were both in the Air Force.  So I have lived in California, Mississippi, Alabama, and the Philippines as a child.


How to find time to write as a parent? 

I write whenever and wherever I can.  Once my kids were able to more or less take care of themselves (such as play on their own, watch TV etc) it became easier to write all the time without interruptions.  They learned pretty quickly that mama was writing when she was at the laptop and unless something was wrong to go ahead and play.


When did you first consider yourself a writer? 

At the age of 11 when I wrote my first poems and began writing my first stories.


What inspired you to write this book? 

My parents having been in the US Military and knowing that they struggled with PTSD.  I wanted to honor them, to show the struggles that our military faces and yet even through the struggles show how strong they can be and that love finds a way to start healing.


Do you have any “side stories” about the characters?  

There is a second book in the series called Finesse and Cruz and Roxy from Swagger show up in there.  I will be also doing a third story with a character from both stories finding her happy ever after.


How did you come up with the concept and characters for the book?  

For Swagger I was just thinking about how much my mom alone had to deal with while she was in the military.  My father was medically retired, however he’d served in the Vietnam War and my mother did 20 plus years. Both are heroes to me as are all those who serve even if it is only four years.


What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

It was my first book that I wrote in first person. I’d tried to write it in third person but it wouldn’t come out right and I remember I was writing it for NaNoWrimo that year (National Novel Writing Month) and once I figured out it had to be in first person it was an ease to write.  As it allowed me to write both POV’s.



How did you come up with the title of the book?  

I loved the way Cruz Montoya had this persona of being confident, and perhaps arrogant (arrogant if only a little) and yet at the same time this loving and caring guy who just wanted to be happy with the girl he’d loved since he was a teen.


Who designed your book covers? 

Swagger was designed by the wonderful and talented Rue Volley.


Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story? 

I believe that some of my characters have hijacked the story but I love that. I am all about no rules in writing, write the story of your heart.  Having your characters speak to you is a beautiful thing.


Is there an writer which brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?  

For me the best thing to ever happen was getting to meet Carole Mortimer and talk with her about why I loved her writing style and why her books spoke to me as a kid. She’s a wonderful person and we email each other from time to time.


What are your top 10 favorite books/authors?  

Wow this is a really hard one.  I hated to read as a kid until I found the books that spoke to me, which were mainly anything that had rhyming (rhythmic verbiage or romance).  So some of the authors and books I will list since I started read at age 11.  Here are my favorite books:

  • Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl
  • Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret by Judy Blume
  • Wifey by Judy Blume (yeah started early)
  • Gabrielle by Theresa Conway
  • Sea Fire by Karen Robards
  • Skye O’Malley by Bertrice Small
  • Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster
  • Love Cherish, Me by Rebecca Brandewyne 
  • Only Lover by Carole Mortimer 
  • Living Together by Carole Mortimer.


Pen or type writer or computer? 

I have to admit though I love pens and paper, I’m much faster at getting my stories written on the laptop.  I’m so used to using tech that now when I write for long periods of time my writing looks like chicken scratch and my hands get really sore.  So only thing I write by hand is if I have an idea that I need to get down really quickly.



Do you have any advice to offer for new authors?

Stay true to yourself.  However learn to deal with criticism because there will always be someone who just doesn’t get your story.  Keep writing and always help other (authors) there is enough pie slices to go around.



Swagger

Radioactive Tales of Love Book 1

by Nikki Prince

Genre: New Adult Interracial Military Romance 


Nine years, two lives, one love.

We all have dreams. Mine were filled with college and the boy I loved, Cruz Montoya. But all that went up in smoke when he got sent to juvenile hall, my sister killed herself, and Dad up and left. My mother, and I use that term loosely, became a monster, transferring her pains and disappointment. I became trapped.

Honorably discharged, I'm back in Arlington Heights, the small town that only remembers the black sheep persona of my youth. I could list a dozen reasons for my return, but the only one that matters is Roxanne Waters. I should probably leave her be. I'm not much of a catch with PTSD and the childhood memories rattling around in my brain. Yet, I can't walk away. There's a darkness that surrounds the death of her sister, a secret that's slowly killing her. I'm going to find out everything. This is the moment of truth to see if we can make it or if I'm nine years too late.

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Finesse

Radioactive Tales of Love Book 2



Indelible scars and memories chase us like ghosts.
He was supposed to be coming home. But not like this, never like this. I'd always dreamed that one day Quinton Grayson would be mine. Now he's back and we're both dealing with paralyzing guilt. Does wanting him make sense when I have the responsibility to take care of my nephew? Quinton is holding back; dare I find out why?

When you're on the sand, you're supposed to leave everything there. Unfortunately, I've brought it back to Arlington Heights and Lyric Scott's doorstep. My body reveals all the scars for everyone to see, but the ones on my soul are graver. Will she even look my way? What can I possibly offer her other than to keep the promise I made to her brother, my best friend who I couldn't bring back?
We're a ready-made family now, how can I walk away? But how can I allow her to deal with the demons at my door?


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International Bestselling Author Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who's always had a dream to write. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading, and her writing. Her belief is that love is love and that everyone should see themselves mirrored in the pages of a book. She also is exploring other avenues of fiction (horror and speculative fiction).  Nikki has a Masters in Creative Writing concentration in Fiction, a masters in Literature, and a Masters in Marketing and Social Media.


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Monday, December 6, 2021

Holiday Romance: The Cowboy's Christmas Star #Tour

 


The Cowboy's Christmas Star

by Vickie Phelps

Genre: Holiday Romance 

When a good looking stranger wanders into Shelley Morrison's gift shop, she's immediately attracted to him. But he's more than just a handsome cowboy. She finds out his mother died during the summer and he wants to honor her by carrying on her Christmas traditions. He's looking for a star just like his mother had for the top of his Christmas tree. Shelley is determined to help him find that star, but there's someone else just as determined to stop Shelley from becoming involved with the handsome cowboy.


Vickie Phelps writes to encourage, inspire, and influence. She writes both fiction and nonfiction. "The Cowboy's Christmas Star " is her eleventh book.. Vickie worked as a bookseller and buyer for an independent bookstore for eighteen years and loves to talk about books and share stories with other readers.


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Friday, December 3, 2021

#FlashFiction of The Perfect Christmas by Tami Lund

 



Flash Fiction – The Perfect Christmas by Tami Lund

Anna stood in front of the French doors, staring out over the darkened landscape, dotted with multi-colored tiny Christmas lights. Jesse stepped up behind her, smoothed his hand up her back and then cupped her neck, massaging gently.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

She twisted her head to look over her shoulder and smiled. “It’s perfect. Everything is perfect.”

“Good.” He motioned with his empty beer bottle. “I’m going to go get everyone another round. You want one?”

She pulled the bottle out of his hand. “I’ll do it.”

“I’ll help.”

Anna and Jesse exchanged a surprised look, but neither said anything out loud when Jessica walked over and interrupted their conversation. Jesse dropped his hand and Anna led her sister into the kitchen.

“So Mom says she’s using one of your ideas to redesign their kitchen.”

Anna shrugged. “Jesse’s going to do the work. I just gave him the idea.”

“Just,” Jessica muttered under her breath. Then she added, “What can I do?” She stood in the middle of the room, looking slightly lost and as gorgeous as ever.

“Um, how about you get a bottle of wine from the rack? The opener is in that drawer over there.”

Anna snagged three bottles of beer from the fridge. When she turned around, Jessica stood, facing the counter, her palms planted on the smooth surface, her shoulders shaking slightly. Anna placed the beers on the counter and walked over to press her hand against her sister’s back.

“Hey. What’s wrong?”

Jessica shook her head and tore a paper towel from the roll perched near her elbow. She dabbed at her eyes and cleared her throat. “I didn’t think I would cry.”
Fear sliced through Anna’s body, shooting from her extremities straight to her heart, where it wrapped its slimy, dark tentacles and squeezed. She tried unsuccessfully to suck in air.

“Are you … are you changing your mind?”

It had been ten years. Cora knew her as cool Aunt Jess. She breezed through town less than half a dozen times a year, and life was always a party when she was around.

And then she left and life returned to its nice, normal routine.

While Jessica and Anna no longer argued and fought like they hated each other,

Anna was always relieved when her sister left again – without her daughter.

Anna was Cora’s mom now.

“About what?” Jessica asked.

“Cora.”

Jessica turned around and leaned against the counter. Her face wasn’t even splotchy. If Anna had been crying, her face would look like she was having an allergic reaction.

“No. Mom and I said we would take both your girls for a spa day for Christmas, and we meant it. And if you’re worried we’re going to corrupt them, don’t be. You have had far too much influence by now. For God’s sake, Cora wants to become a partner in yours and Jesse’s business someday. What twelve-year-old wants to be a carpenter?”

The slimy tentacles retracted and Anna blew out a relieved breath. “Of course,” she said, her voice shaking only a little.

She waited while Jessica dug around in the junk drawer, searching for the wine opener.

“She isn’t mine,” Jessica said into the silence. “I mean, she is, but, you know…”

“I know,” Anna reassured her. “And I can never thank you enough for that gift. Both of them.”

“Cora and Gina?”

“Cora and Jesse. And Gina.”

“You and Jesse did make a pretty cute kid. Funny that she looks just like me.”

Anna did not rise to that bait. Secretly, she was pleased that both of her daughters had inherited Jessica and her mother’s beauty. She’d confessed as much to Jesse last night, and in an effort to demonstrate just how beautiful she was, he’d seduced her on the rug in front of the Christmas tree. She hadn’t minded the reassurance.

Not in the least.

“We should probably get back with the drinks,” Anna said. “Mom’s wine glass was empty when we came in here. I’m surprised she hasn’t come charging in, demanding her refill.”

“Danny and I split.”

So that’s the cause of the tears. Jessica wasn’t feeling sentimental over seeing her biological daughter and ex-husband during the holidays. She was upset over the loss of her relationship with her rock star boyfriend.

“I’m sorry.”

“He’s big time now, you know. Hot young bimbos are throwing themselves at him at every turn. It was only a matter of time. I guess even I have begun to age.” She sighed deeply.

“You’re just as beautiful as you’ve always been, Jessica.” Anna fed her sister the obligatory compliment, but the thing was… it was true.
Jessica waved away her words and filled the wine glass she’d brought with her into the kitchen. “It’s okay. I met this twenty-two year old at the bar the night before last. I’m actually going to meet him again in about an hour.”

Anna probably should have been shocked, except she’d learned ten years ago not to be shocked by her sister. When Jessica said, “You take them. I don’t want a kid or a husband, but you do. And you’d make a perfect family,” Anna had realized her sister could never trump that proclamation.

“Listen, before you go …” Anna reached out, touched her sleeve, then pulled back, unsure of what to say, where to start. How did you thank someone, when they didn’t even really understand they’d given you a gift in the first place?

“Yes. I will.”

“Huh?”

“Jesse told me about your plans for your tenth anniversary. I said I’d come back into town to watch the girls.”

“You … you will?” Never in a million years would Anna have dreamed to ask her sister to watch her two children while she and Jesse slipped away for an anniversary trip.

“What? Would you rather leave them with our parents?”

Anna laughed, then slapped a hand over her mouth. Jessica tossed her a wry grin and sipped from her wine glass.

“Jesse’s parents will watch them. Or his sister.”

Jessica shook her head. “No. I want to. It’ll be good for me. For them.”

Those slimy, scary tentacles started to advance again. “You won’t …”

“Suddenly develop maternal feelings? Not a chance. I’m digging this Aunt Jess status. It’s pretty cool, actually. And it’s only in short spurts, which is even better.

So stop worrying. It’s been ten years, Anna. How much longer will it be before you are convinced that Cora and Jesse are yours, and they always will be?”

Anna impulsively grabbed her sister and pulled her into a breathtaking hug. Jessica endured it for approximately ten seconds, and then she pushed Anna away. “Go.

Get in there and deliver beers to the guys. And then go hug on that husband of yours. You know he likes it more than I do.”

“Yeah. He does.”

 


S
anta’s Destiny
Tami Lund

Genre:  Paranormal Romcom/Chick Lit
Publisher: Tami Lund
Date of Publication:  12/1/2021
ISBN:9781005702335
ASIN:  B09HQ2XDFZ
Number of pages:  68
Word Count: 17,851
Cover Artist: Kathryn R. Biel 

Tagline: This elf is in for the sleigh ride of her life

Book Description: 

Des (don’t call her Destiny—she hates that name) is an elf with a problem. A jolly, red-suit wearing, gift-bearing, reindeer-loving problem.

Turns out, someone has stolen Santa Claus’s magic. And it’s three days before Christmas. What’s an elf to do?

Help him out, of course. That’s her specialty, after all.

Except that creates a whole new problem: Des has to work closely with the Man in Red while keeping her presents under wraps, because there is definitely one thing she will not do.

Ride in Santa’s sleigh tonight.


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“Get up. It’s time to go.”

“I’m already up,” Santos, aka Santa Claus, replied while rolling his hips, which earned him a scowl from me and a giggle from his companion.

I turned to the blond bimbo. Okay, to be fair, I had no idea if she was a bimbo. Santos had the ability to pull pretty much all women from rocket scientists to, er, candy cane lickers under his seductive spell. Truth be told, they all became candy cane lickers once he set his sights on them.

“Listen, honey, he’s a one-and-done kind of guy. He’ll use you to get his rocks off”—Christmas euphemisms were Santos’s thing, not mine—“and walk away and never talk to you again. Is that what you really want?”

She eyed the still-impressive bulge in his shorts. “If I get an orgasm out of it, I’m game.”
Mentally, I slapped my palm against my forehand. In actuality, I ground my teeth. “You’ll be out of luck. Giving, at least in that respect, is not how he rolls.”

“Hey—” Santos started.

“How do you know?” Blondie interrupted.

“Yeah, do tell,” Santos added. “Did I miss something along the way? Did I stuff your stocking and neglect to eat your milk and cookies? Maybe we need a do-over.” He eyed me like I’d seriously ever give him a first time let alone a do-over.

“Never have I ever, and never will I ever,” I proclaimed. “I know of him. His reputation. We’ve run in the same circles for a long time.” A few centuries too long, but who was counting?
Blondie’s focus shifted to my outfit. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”

“Yeah,” Santos said, “you should take them off. Unwrap that present for me.”

Blondie giggled. I glared at her. “Do you even realize that he’s flirting with me?”

She shrugged. “He flirts with everyone. And everything he says makes Christmas sound so dirty.” There she went, staring at his candy cane again.

I bent and grabbed a sheer wrap and tossed it at her before slapping Santos’s leg. “Time to go, Father Christmas. You’re under my protection now.”

He groaned. “You aren’t seriously still doing that whole saving souls gig, are you, Des?”

“As you well know,” I retorted, “since you’ve been dodging me for days now.”

“Sugar plum, if I’d known you were chasing me, I would have slowed my sleigh so you could have a ride.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

He waggled his eyebrows. “Should I call you Mrs. Claus instead?”

“Don’t ever fucking call me that.”

The jerk had the gall to laugh at my obvious indignation.

“Do you ever stop?” I demanded.

He rolled his hips again. “Wanna climb my North Pole and find out?”




About the Author:

Tami Lund—author, wine drinker, award winner. Lover of romance. Writing happily ever afters, one book at a time. 

Those happy endings come in contemporary and paranormal, so pick your poison. Or try them all. You’re bound to find something that curls your toes and makes you smile.



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