So excited to have my good friend and fellow Agency author, Angel Nicholas here today! Hello, lovely •waves madly• How are you? SWEET DECEPTION is finally here, your debut novel! For all my visitors, I highly recommend this book. I was lucky enough to read it in its infancy and have downloaded my copy to read again now it's published. Okay, let's getting started with my questions...
1)
Did you
set any goals for 2014?
I
didn’t, no. While I certainly have goals and dreams—publishing my novels, for
example—I don’t believe in setting New Year’s resolutions.
2) How long does it take you
to write a 50,000-60,000 word manuscript?
My
manuscripts run closer to 80,000-90,000 words, and they take anywhere from
three months to a year to write, depending upon how much time I can dedicate to
that task around my four munchkins and day job.
3)
Tell us
about a new author you’ve recently discovered.
C.J.
Kyle’s Silent Night was marvelous! Suspenseful, with enticing characters, a
well-written plot, and fantastic villain. I have a weakness for wonderful
villains.
4)
Name two
romances you’ve read more than once.
I
actually haven’t read any more than once, though I do intend to. There are so
many wonderful romances awaiting my attention! My TBR pile is ginormous.
However, Karen Marie Moning’s Fever series is at the top of my re-read pile.
5)
Tell us
about your first car.
Ah,
my first car. What a treasure. My uncle found a gray Plymouth Horizon for me
and purchased it for the bargain price of $250. That little car took me all
around town and from Idaho to Nevada—barely. It chugged and strained up one
rather large hill so slowly that semi-trucks were passing me. I was in tears by
the time I reached the top. When I arrived at my destination, a mechanic
discovered the car had been running on only three of the four cylinders.
Despite that, I was rather sad to see the rear bumper disappear after I sold
it.
6)
Tell us
something you’ve lied about?
Goodness.
I try so hard not to lie. Let me think… Oh! I lie about my weight on my
driver’s license.
7)
Kissing
in public? Yes or no?
Yes,
but not passionately. Love is nothing to be ashamed of, but neither should we
make other people uncomfortable.
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.
Excerpt
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?
Ally froze.
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.
“Ally.”
“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?”
Author Bio
The only girl in the midst of four
brothers, Angel Nicholas spent her childhood hiding behind romance novels. Now
the mother of four overly-energetic children, a Whimsy kitty and
slobber-flinging Great Dane, fiction is still her refuge. Excessive caffeine
fuels her typing, stiletto heels maintain her sass, and the splendors of Idaho
alongside its gregarious people inspire her muse.
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Angel is waiting to chat! Questions?? Comments??
Good morning, lovely lady! Welcome to my blog :D
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