1.) What did you want to be when you grew up?
I don’t recall my childhood fancies, but once I hit high school, I wanted to be a freelance photo journalist. Life took me elsewhere, but writing never left my blood.
2.) Coffee, tea or hot chocolate?
Yes, please. All three are perfectly lovely, though hot chocolate is a rare indulgence for me.
3.) What genre do you typically read? Why?
Romance! My very favorite sub-genre is romantic suspense, but I read them all. Romance gives you the sweetness and light that many stories are lacking, and without it…well, what’s the point? Life is hard enough. I want a Happily Ever After!
4.) Share a favourite childhood memory.
My mom reading to me.
5.) Do you have any shameless addictions? ie. Tea, Books, Shoes, Clothes?
High heels, books, and Starbucks. I try to be reasonable with them all though. I can only afford so much in any given month, after all. J
6.) What do you think is the biggest challenge of writing a new book?
Being at the beginning and knowing there are still NINETY THOUSAND words to go, give or take a few thousand. That can be a little overwhelming if I let myself think about it. So I try not to.
7.) Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages a day?
I don’t. My life as a single, working mom is a bit hectic, so if I get any writing work accomplished each day, I call that a win.
8.) What are your thoughts on writing a book series?
Book series are hugely popular, so it’s easy to understand the appeal to writers. I’ve never been a huge fan of reading them, to be perfectly honest. I’m a bit odd in that respect. I think I get overwhelmed with series that go on and on. And on. A trilogy is fun though. I wouldn’t mind writing one of those. In fact, I have an idea for a series that I’ve been playing with.
Her boring existence seems perfect until a charming detective threatens Ally’s heart and lethal contract killers jeopardize her happily ever after.
Sweet Deception Blurb
Ally Thompson’s life is perfect. Calm, quiet, some might even say boring. The sole survivor of a tragic accident, she’s not the adventurous type—something she’s decided to change.
One roller-coaster ride…
A murder and a detective in disguise shatter Ally’s first attempt at “fun.” Detective Greg Marsing is everything Ally knows better than to want. The gun-totting, tattooed scumbags trying to kill her are almost a welcome distraction from her pointless attraction.
Blows her world wide open…
A contract on Ally has every lowlife for miles gunning for her. Sparks fly while she and her unlikely hero scramble to unravel clues. As the deadly game escalates, Greg has to decide if self-preservation rates higher than a love worth dying for.
Oh, God! He was shooting at her. Actually shooting. In broad daylight. In her neighbor’s backyard. Didn’t they have rules about that sort of stuff?
Nerves shredded, Ally gritted her teeth. Three more feet. Two. Another crunch. She swore the heat of the bullet singed her shoulder. Arms extended, she jumped for all she was worth. Up, braced her arms and pushed off. She landed with an oomph on the other side, followed by another crunch and a hole in the wood fence.
For a split-second, she crouched panting, staring in disbelief at the fence towering over her head. Had she really done that?
Cursing from the other side got her up and moving again. Squealing tires and a revving engine brought her head around. A car tore into the alley and raced toward her. More bad guys? Had he called in reinforcements?
Did I do something horrible in a past life to deserve this?
Truly, I’ll help the poor. Serve food at the soup kitchen. Go to church every Sunday. Donate money to the shelter. I’ll even babysit my friend’s bratty kids.
Just please, please, please get me out of this alive.
The shiny black Camaro careened to a stop with the driver’s side door facing her. Heavily tinted windows revealed nothing. In a last desperate bid for freedom, she darted past the door. Strong arms encircled her waist and dragged her back toward the idling car.
“No!” Ally screamed like a banshee, flinging out her arms and legs, scrabbling for purchase. Hard hands sent her flying across the front seat.
“Let me go!” She dove for the door handle.
“Ally!” He grabbed her elbow and pulled her back, away from the passenger door. “Damn woman, you are way more trouble than you’re worth.”
Almost blind with panic, she twisted around and crouched on the seat, prepared to draw blood.
Shocked hazel clashed with furious aqua. Her mouth fell open. Muttering under his breath, Detective Marsing threw the car into gear and spun out of the alleyway. She whipped her head around in time to see a blocky head pop up over the privacy fence as they disappeared around the corner. She’d done it. Escaped. Stayed alive. Like an atomic bomb, the events of the past hours and the emotions she’d worked so hard to control mushroomed up, exploding inside. Tears stung.
“Can’t you stay out of trouble for five minutes?”
The only girl in the midst of four brothers, Angel Nicholas spent her childhood hiding behind romance novels. No wonder she adores difficult, irresistible heroes. Toss in dry witticisms, a mix of characters you hope never darken your door—alongside a few you’d happily make your BFF. Add a pinch of naughty bits, shake while dancing about in your unmentionables, serve with a wicked grin, and you have an Angel Nicholas romantic suspense.
Now the mother of four energetic children, three sassy kitties and one slobber-flinging Great Dane, writing is her refuge. Excessive caffeine fuels her typing and stiletto heels maintain her sass. When she isn’t torturing her characters, Angel can be found in the nearest Starbucks, shoe store, or playing with her darling munchkins and assorted pets.
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