Woohoo! We're live! SO sorry for the mess up with my pesky WIFI this morning and my late posting of your fabulous interview & blurb of your latest release, Dying For Love - wishing you all the success and sales in the world, lovely lady! Let's kick off with my questions...
1) What do you read while in the midst of a project? Or don’t you?
I read research material—I’m especially
fond of psychological evaluations of career criminals, the more disturbed the
better, and whatever novels pique my interest.
2)
What
do you do with a paperback once you’ve read it?
Add it to my bookcases
if I loved it; donate it to the library if I didn’t.
3)
Are
you nervous about friends reading your book?
Yes! Especially my
author friends.
4)
What
things inspire you to write? Location, music, film or even in a book?
Everything. No,
seriously. Everything! I find inspiration everywhere, even dreams. It's an
illness, I’ve decided.
5) Share your blurb or short excerpt from your latest release with us.
Death is preferable to what awaits in her
forgotten past…
Coffee is the only thing standing between
Grace Debry and a straight-jacket since she gave up swearing in honor of her
foster mom. A rash of break-ins make her wonder if caffeine is enough.
Especially when the notes left behind make it personal. Her brand-spanking new
life is more nightmare than dream-come-true.
All Matthew Duncan has wanted since hiring
Grace is to have her in his passenger seat, his arms, and his bed. As they grow
closer, the feisty brunette proves to be a handful—one Matt is happy to hold.
He’s determined to give her the happily ever after she stopped believing in
years ago. Unfortunately for Grace, it will take more than Matt’s considerable
resolve to keep her safe.
Three’s a crowd—not that he cares. Every
move she makes, every breath she takes … he’s watching. Waiting to reclaim what
he lost.
Angel Nicholas pens another wildly
passionate romantic suspense with Dying for Love.
6) What’s next for you?
It’s a busy year! I plan on releasing a
romantic suspense in July, titled BLOOD WILL TELL. In early Winter 2016, I’ll
be releasing a collection of dark erotica short stories.
BLURB
Death is preferable to what awaits in her
forgotten past…
Coffee is the only thing standing between
Grace Debry and a straight-jacket since she gave up swearing in honor of her
foster mom. A rash of break-ins make her wonder if caffeine is enough. Especially
when the notes left behind make it personal. Her brand-spanking new life is
more nightmare than dream-come-true.
All Matthew Duncan has wanted since hiring
Grace is to have her in his passenger seat, his arms, and his bed. As they grow
closer, the feisty brunette proves to be a handful—one Matt is happy to hold.
He’s determined to give her the happily ever after she stopped believing in
years ago. Unfortunately for Grace, it will take more than Matt’s considerable
resolve to keep her safe.
Three’s a crowd—not that he cares. Every
move she makes, every breath she takes … he’s watching. Waiting to reclaim what
he lost.
Angel Nicholas pens another wildly
passionate romantic suspense with Dying
for Love.
EXCERPT
His hand on the small of her back, he
escorted her out of the restaurant. He leaned a fraction closer, dropped his
chin and inhaled. She smelled like heaven. A sweet musky scent that was pure
woman. She turned and smiled, her hair brushing across the back of his hand
like strands of silk.
“Thank you for dinner. And for the ride.”
Her gaze went to his Harley. A woman after his own heart, lusting after power
and a rumbling engine. He could get into that.
Down,
boy.
Handing her the spare helmet, he threw a
leg over and settled on the low seat. He pulled on his helmet and started the
bike, then held out his hand to help her on. He turned to make sure she got on
safely. Grace grinned like a kid in a candy store, her eyes glinting behind the
visor.
She climbed on like an old pro, hands clutching
his sides while she settled. Her legs came to rest alongside his, her arms
wrapped around him, and he revved the motor. The bike vibrated between his
legs, and he could have sworn Grace moaned. Her arms tightened around him.
She did things to him he wouldn’t have
thought possible. He’d perfected self-control. Or so he’d thought, until she
came into his life.
Matt eased away from the curb, Grace
clinging to him like a second skin. About as close to heaven as a guy could
get. He rumbled to a stop at a red light and glanced back.
Grace raised her head and met his eyes.
Cheeks pink, lids half-closed and moist lips parted, she was the picture of a
woman on the verge of an orgasm. He bit back a groan. What he wouldn’t give to
tip her over the edge.
He lifted his visor and Grace followed
suit.
“How about a ride before I drop you at your
place?”
She nodded, eyes sparkling. He revved the
engine again. She bit her lip and her eyelids slid down. Holy crap. A visual
slammed into his brain of Grace’s sweet pussy pressed against the vibrating
seat. Of course, she was naked.
Her hips shifted, her heat pressing against
him. Her eyes opened, bright with arousal. Watching her was the biggest turn-on
he’d ever experienced. Two more seconds of this and he’d be useless. He winked,
slammed his visor shut and faced the intersection.
The light changed and he rumbled forward,
slow and easy, muscles tight. Damn, he needed to get a grip. So what if the
most beautiful woman he’d ever seen was hot, bothered, and wrapped around him
like a well-worn leather jacket. He was a grown man, not some horny teenager.
The vibration of the powerful engine
beneath him increased as he accelerated. He could have sworn Grace whimpered as
she pressed closer, rubbing against him like a cat. Unable to resist, he revved
the motor again. Her head dropped against his back. Her sweet, drawn-out moan
reached him over the low rumble of the bike. The painful erection wearing the
imprint of his zipper throbbed in time with his pulse.
Had what he thought just happened,
happened?
BIO
Angel Nicholas spent her childhood writing
angst-ridden poetry and hiding behind romance novels. Now the mother of four
children and one beautiful grandchild, fiction is still her refuge. Excessive
caffeine fuels her typing. The splendors of Idaho inspire her muse. When she's
not torturing her characters, Angel can be found in the nearest coffee shop or
shoe store.
LINKAGE
Amazon UK:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01C2EJRLO
Amazon:
http://amzn.com/B01C2EJRLO
Angel's Website: http://angelnicholas.com/
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