Today I welcome the prolific and talented NINA PIERCE to my bar….
Welcome to my bar Nina, what can I pour for you to start?
Hmmm, *leans over bar to check out the taps* Oh, that light colored beer looks really good. Could I have some of that?
Sure, but for the record, you chose a “Kolsch,” one of my very favorite ale styles ever.
We “met” a while back, as members of a romance authors “yahoo group.” You were one of those members who was (and still is) very supportive of we newbies, as annoying as we can be…did you have a mentor when you decided to turn your love for reading romance novels into a career?
LOL! This has more to do with my tendency to fall back on my teaching skills than emulating a mentor. I learned a long time ago that I’m an instructor to the very core of my being. It doesn’t matter if I’m standing in front of a group of 5th graders (the job of my heart), teaching a teenager how to do laundry or looking into the glazed eyes of a writer new to the publishing industry … I just start sharing what I know.
Writing and publishing is a tough gig. Everyone needs encouragement along the rocky road and nothing makes me happier than helping others succeed in this crazy business.
Your novel, A Touch of Lilly, is a departure for you in some ways. What made you decide to go the sci-fi route? (I’ll include the bundle link here)
Another one of my loves. I’m a science fiction geek from waaaaay back. I cut my teeth on television series like Star Trek (should I mention it was the original series?) and Stargate SG1. I found amazing authors like Isaac Asimov and Anne McCaffrey whose world building skills suck a reader into their stories from page 1.
A TOUCH OF LILLY is just my science geek finding a hot story she wanted to tell.
uh oh, empty glass, what can I pour for you next?
Wow, that was delicious. Anything light that will go with these corn chips and guar?
Ok, how about this lovely Oberon, from Bell’s Brewing in Kalamazoo, Michigan. You can find it in just about every corner of the U.S. now. It’s a wheat ale.
I read and have provided a review below for your book called “Blind her with Bliss.” Tell me a little about how you came up with the idea for this book.
First, thanks so much for reviewing the book, Liz! It’s so wonderful when readers take time to post reviews for books they’ve read … authors appreciate it soooo much more than most people realize!
BLIND HER WITH BLISS is the first book in my “Dangerous Affairs” romantic suspense series. I come from a big family of 4 rowdy and slightly crazy siblings. Our family get-togethers are full of love, arguments … er, I mean discussions and food. I wanted a chance to put all of that into a story and the Dangerous Affairs series was born.
How many books have you published? are you self-published, if so, why did you decide to go that route?
The number of published books sort of fluctuates as I get rights back from publishers, re-write, re-edit and re-release. But it’s somewhere around a dozen.
When I first started publishing seven years ago, I had only the option of traditional print publishing houses or the new wave of smaller digital publishers. Fortunately for me I found a wonderful small digital publishing house with great editors who helped me hone my writing chops.
When self-publishing became available I saw it as a great avenue to finally have total control over my stories—from story content to cover design to pricing, As the rights to my books are being reverted back to me, I’m re-releasing under my Seaside Publications imprint. It’s a lot of work, but I’m finding a lot more financial success as a self-published author (but please don’t read that as I’m getting rich by any means). I’m just saying I can actually pay a bill or two with my monthly royalty checks from my self-published books. ;~)
That is really exciting. And I get you 100% with the “total control” thing. While I would never have had the nerve to go “full indie” were it not for my experiences with my 3 small publishers, I am finding the experience of preparing for my first self-pub series to be very satisfying!
If you were reaching for a book to read, who are your “go-to” authors?
For me it’s less about the author and more about the genre. I LOVE LOVE LOVE reading a good paranormal suspense. I don’t care if it’s witches, vampires or werewolves (though I have drawn the line at zombies). Nothing thrills me more than finding a new author with a great new series that I can sink my teeth into.
And finally, what is coming up next from Nina Pierce, Author?
September is going to be a pretty busy month for me. BLIND HER WITH BLISS is actually going to be re-released in a boxed set of romantic suspense novels coming the middle of the month.
And I’m currently in the editing stage of a re-release of my sexy futuristic suspense romance, GARDEN OF SERENITY, which hopefully will be available by mid-September as well.
As for new writing, well, life has been throwing Mr. Nina and me a few curveballs over the last few years. It’s completely thrown my muse into a tailspin. We just keep plugging along at the keyboard in hopes that one of the stories were playing with will actually turn into a finished novel. J
And a nightcap? what’s your poison?
I love sipping on a full-bodied red wine before bed … oh, wait did you mean beer? Guess you’ll have to surprise me.
Well, actually, I can highly recommend The Poet, it’s a rich Oatmeal stout from New Holland brewing in Holland Michigan (they also have distribution up and down the east coast.) I love red wine myself and have found that those of us with that palate preference are drawn to rich, creamy stouts like this one.
Tell us where to find you:
USA Todaybestselling author, Nina Pierce, grew up in a house full of readers. So becoming enamored with books was only natural. She discovered romance stories in her early teens, falling hopelessly in love with knights in shining armor and the damsels who saved them.
Eventually, reading about fated loves and soul mates wasn’t enough. She now spends her days at the keyboard writing her own stories, blissfully creating chaos for her characters by throwing in a villain or two, a little murder and a whole lot of mayhem as they struggle toward their happy-ever-afters.
Nina resides in New England with her high school sweetheart and soul mate of thirty-something years and several very spoiled cats who consider her “staff”. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her three grown children, one love-sick son-in-law and a heart-melting grandson.
Amazon BUY links:
A Touch of Lilly: http://amzn.com/B00CR4I522
WTRAFSOG #2: http://amzn.com/B00KUTGATG
Blind Her With Bliss: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004W9BX7Y
and now my review of Blind Her With Bliss:
She’s trying to find herself. He’s attempting to hide. Together they’ll discover a truth that threatens them both…
Investigating the death of her best friend, uptight accountant, JULIE TILLING, discovers a world of adult nightclubs and Internet intrigue. When shock jock DAMON COREY rocks her world in a wild night of lust, she wonders if she’s found love…or the key to solving a murder.
The main characters in this novel seem pretty standard romance formula…at first. But I was pleased to find real growth and maturity for them both as they hook up (and fair warning, it’s hot stuff) and then connect emotionally over the shared goal of solving the mysterious murder. Julie’s sadness over her friend’s death is handled in a very realistic way, which is important for me as a reader. And Damon’s willingness to succumb to his feelings for her is also presented in a way that doesn’t seem contrived in the least–something that could easily have been done in a heavy-handed way.
It’s the mark of a great storyteller that even though this not very lengthy book is chock full of plot Ms. Pierce handles the myriad connections and twists with skill. My preference would be for a longer exploration of certain aspects within the Julie/Damon story and even more so with Jason’s backstory and motivation. However, that’s just me. This book is expertly crafted and comes to a somewhat surprising yet well-executed conclusion.
If you’re seeking a quick, steamy yet emotionally satisfying read, you should pull this one to the top of your TBR list.
Four Lagers to BLIND HER WITH BLISS by Nina Pierce!
A Stewart Realty Extra Scene
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“Come on,” Sara said, tugging at Jack’s hand. “You need to do this. You know it’s for a good cause.”
He rolled his eyes and let her pull him into the shop where the tailor waited with his new tuxedo. She sat in one of the leather chairs and watched while her fiancé got a final fitting for the jet black suit. She grinned and crossed her legs, mentally high-fiving herself. The sunlight caught the diamond on her left ring finger and she allowed herself a minute to admire it, before berating herself for being so completely craven.
She looked up then and caught Jack’s eye. He raised an eyebrow at her and gave a nearly imperceptible nod. She smiled and leaned back in the chair, uncrossed her legs and propped her feet in the super high heels that he liked so much. He held up his arms and let the tailor pinch and fuss over the jacket. A tingle shot down her spine at the sight. Her man. Jack Gordon. Of all men on the planet—who would have guessed?
She shifted in her seat and re-crossed her legs while he watched, his deep blue eyes darkening. Unable to stop herself, she put her fingertip to her lips then touched the tops of her breasts. A corner of his lips lifted in a knowing smirk. While part of her resented that knowing asshole-ish look, the other part could see herself leaping at him, tackling him, ripping off that tailor-made tuxedo and straddling him. She swallowed hard. His grinned widened.
The tailor kept fussing around him, messing with the hem on the trousers, the cut of the jacket. At one point he called out for an assistant who appeared holding a couple of bright, white shirts. Sara watched, feeling woozy, drunk, and horny. She stretched her arms out in front of her and admired the obnoxious diamond again. She was positively buzzing with anticipation.
Finally, Jack emerged from the dressing room, finger hooked through a few hangers.
“Let’s go get something to eat before I have to parade around like a piece of meat.” He held out an elbow and she slipped her arm through it.
“Oh don’t you dare lie. You love the thought of being a piece of meat.”
He shot her a strange look. She grinned and pecked him on the lips, relishing his discomfort.
“Nah, not anymore,” he insisted as he led her out into the darkening Ann Arbor night. “But I am hungry and can’t strut my stuff without some sustenance.”
They ended up at Café Felix, sitting at a sidewalk table over a bottle of Argentinian red wine and a steak.
“You know, I don’t want to do this,” Jack insisted, cutting a piece and putting it to her lips. “I feel like it makes you unhappy.”
“Don’t be silly, Jack,” she said, taking the morsel, chewing, swallowing and sipping her wine. “It’s a great cause. Lots of married men are participating. You’re barely engaged.” She flashed her left hand at him. He winced, and ate a few bites of the steak.
He put the utensils down, grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips. She leaned forward, loving the utter perfection of this moment.
“I love you, Sara Jane,” he said, running his fingers down her wrist and up her arm to her shoulder. “I don’t want to do this. It’s … not fair or something.”
She chuckled. “You’re such a liar Jack Gordon. You can’t wait to get up there and strut your shit. I have it on best authority that you have a bet with Rob that you’ll get more money than he will—and I will tell you right now, that man is something blond and hot. Just ask my brother.”
Jack laughed and let go of her, tucking back in to the meal with gusto. Sara watched, sipping, while her man ate his steak. After a few minutes, he’d paid the check and they were on their way to the Michigan Theater for the man auction fund raiser.
She gave him a non committal kiss and shoved him toward the back rooms so he could change. He stopped her, grabbing her hand in the middle of the increasing crowd. “I won’t do this, if you don’t like it.”
“Don’t be silly. I have no reason to not like it.” She let her gaze travel down his torso and back up again. He blinked, then grinned.
“God damn I knew I loved you for a reason.”
Just then Rob passed them and smacked Sara on the ass, making her yelp.
“Let’s go Gordon,” he said, grabbing Jack’s arm. “Time for you to see how a real man raises money for Foodgatherers.” He had his own tuxedo over his shoulder.
Jack stood, seemingly frozen with indecision. Rob let him wait, then winked at Sara before tugging him away into the back rooms.
She chatted with a few friends then found a seat in the dark, wanting to experience this little show all by herself. A glass of champagne set her at ease but her nerves were humming still as the lights dimmed and the auctioneer got the crowd fired up with a funny bit about “man flesh” and “good causes.”
She grinned and watched the other men parade around, looking awkward and uncomfortable. Finally, the lights dimmed and single spotlight hit the middle of the stage. The music switched from cheesy burlesque to Frank Sinatra crooning “I Get a Kick Out of You.”
“And now, ladies, I give you the auction lot you’ve been waiting for,” the auctioneer bleated into the microphone. Sara grinned and sunk lower into her seat, twisting the ring around her finger.
“The one, the only….Mister John Patrick Gordon!”
The crowd squealed, the spotlight flared bright, and Jack’s silhouette appeared, hands tucked into his pockets. Sara’s face flushed hot, noting the flurry of auction paddles that shot up. The auction house flunkies scrambled up and down the aisles, trying to keep up with the bidding.
Old Blue Eyes kept crooning, nearly deafening the crowd. Sara sat still, watching the bids climb. Rob had gone just before Jack and had taken nearly $9000 to the extreme chagrin of Sara’s brother via text. The auctioneer kept calling out numbers.
Six and a half.
The music changed then. The bass line thumped through her chest and she watched as a bunch of clamoring women bid on a date with her fiancé. She watched while Jack strutted his stuff around the stage like a pro, smiling and winking, slipping off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. The crowd ramped up, and the bid hit eight thousand dollars.
Sara rose to her feet and raised her paddle, nodding to one of the auction assistants.
The lyrics hit her hard and she bit her lip, pondering how very foolish she might be at this moment, trusting the man on the stage right now, whose very presence had worked this room up to such a ridiculous frenzy. She hesitated a second, listening…
I done been around the world
I done kissed a lot of girls
So I’m guessin’ that it’s true
Make me holla and I bet a million dollars
Don’t nobody kiss it like you….
At that moment, Jack looked right at her, as if he knew exactly where she’d be sitting, apart from the crowd, just taking it all in. He smiled and hooked his finger his jacket over his shoulder and stared. She grinned and whispered to the auction helper.
She hurried out, settled her winning bid and snagged another glass of champagne. After about thirty minutes of socializing she ducked into the back hallway near the bathrooms. Every inch of her skin tingled. She nodded at a few guys she knew who’d been part of the auction, but was on a mission towards the very back room, a small one, at the end of the long hallway. She could hear him, he was laughing, then he was flirting, she could sense his change of cadence and tone.
She sucked back the rest of her booze and set the empty glass on a passing tray. Tugging her skirt down and taking a deep breath, she stepped behind an open door, into a room stacked with speakers and miscellaneous crap. Her ears were ringing from the music and yelling over the final bidding war. She leaned on a stack of something, reminding herself that she won, period. But the bright light of jealousy was slowly but surely blinding her. Could she do this? Be married to a man that so many women wanted, and were willing to pay cold hard cash for…just a damn date?
Sweat dripped down her back. She wished she’d taken the time to change into something sexier than her work skirt and blouse. She wished she’d never said “fine” to the question “Hey, honey can I get my fine ass auctioned off for charity?” She waved her hand in front of her face, trying not to hyperventilate.
Finally, after what felt like an hour, a figure appeared in the doorway. It leaned there, silent. She watched, unable to form words.
“I love you,” she said, finally, at the same time he said, “You seriously spent how much?”
They came together in a tangle of lips, teeth and clothing. She reached down to unzip him just as he yanked her blouse open to cup her breast. The urgency made her want to cry. He tasted so good, felt so perfect, touched her in all the right places.
He made a low, growling sound as he ripped her panties off and plunged his fingers between her legs even as he lifted her up so she was sitting on a speaker.
“Jack,” she gasped as he leaned down to tug her nipple into his mouth. “Wait.” She tugged his face up to meet hers. His blue eyes twinkled in the half light thrown from the hallway.
“Why? You paid ten grand for this. I’d better get to work.” He kissed her then, and teased her with his fingers until she cried out and clutched at him.
“Jesus,” she gasped, staring up at the darkened ceiling and acknowledging that the noises outside the closet were dying down. “Honey, let’s…go…”
She slid down off the speaker, keeping her lips on his neck, unable to stop kissing him. All she knew was him then, his smell, his taste, his sound.
“Turn around,” he whispered. “Put your hands on the wall.”
He threaded his fingers in her hair and leaned over her back as he slid into her. She arched her back, sighing with satisfaction at their connection, shuddering when he reached around to cup her breasts and tug her nipples. He came fast, groaning too loud but she didn’t care at that point.
He slipped out and pulled her up, turning her around and kissing her until she got dizzy. He put a hand alongside her cheek and grinned. Then reached down to zip himself back up and help her get her skirt down and her blouse pulled back together. He held her close for a minute. His heartbeat pounded through her, calming hers, even as she worried that they’d just acted like horny teenagers at a grown up event.
“Well, Mizz Thornton,” he said. She pressed her lips to his neck as he spoke. “Will that do?”
She laughed, and grabbed his hair, going up on her tiptoes in her high heeled shoes to bite his lower lip. “Not even close,” she whispered, cupping his ass. “Mine.” She sighed into his chest. He held her close, making her feel loved and protected, which made her feel suspicious.
Oh get over yourself Sara. You just spent a solid commission on this man. Enjoy it.
“Good,” Jack said, sliding his hand up her skirt and touching the edge of her bare sex. “I don’t feel like I’ve given you your money’s worth…yet.”
“Feed me first. You ate all the damn steak,” she said, before biting his earlobe. “And find my panties, unless you wanna leave ‘em in this closet.”
“My command,” Jack said as he fished around on the floor and emerged with a black scrap of silk dangling from his finger. She snagged them and they giggled their way to the closed door.
“Holy shit,” he said, shielding his eyes. Sara blinked, then smiled and waved at the crowd of people hanging around the hallway, cheering.
“And that, ladies and gents,” Jack said, not embarrassed in the slightest by the fact that the entire damn hallway full of people knew what they’d been doing just now. “Is how you raise money in this town.” He yanked her close, bent her back for a public, yet very private kiss.
Later, over a bourbon and decent filet at the Chop House, he leaned across the table and touched her lips as she ate. Sara tried not to be mesmerized by his blue eyes but gave up, figuring she might as well, since they were supposed to get married. The heft of the ring on her left hand suddenly made her feel weighed down and somehow stressed out.
“You’re okay, right,” he asked, as he picked up his half empty glass.
“Sure,” she said, reaching for the knife to cut another piece of steak. He grabbed her hand, uncurled her fingers and took the utensil.
“You paid for a service. Allow me to provide it.” He grinned and his blue gaze darkened.
She tilted her head and watched as he cut the meat then held it up to her lips. She took it, chewed the rich morsel and swallowed. His foot pressed between hers, forcing them apart. His hand slid up her bare thigh, making her shiver. “You owe me, Gordon,” she said as he leaned over to kiss her.
“Well hell, baby, I’d guess so. I’m not sure I’d ever spend ten grand on pussy…so I’ll take it as the ultimate compliment.”
“You’re such a huge pig,” she sighed into his lips, sensing herself melt into him. “I don’t know that you’re worth it…yet.”
“Yep,” he said, reaching around to cup the back of her neck. “I’m a pig. But I’ll earn every…” he pecked her cheek… “Single…” he slid his lips down her neck, keeping one hand on her neck, the other sliding up her leg. “Penny.”
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Thanks to Cate Masters and her beautifully crafted novel WEDDING AT THE BLUE MOON CAFE (from Decadent Publishing) I am feeling pretty good about the human race right now.
and her novel
Most days, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company.
Reviewers have described her work as “so compelling, I did not want to put it down,” “such romantic tales that really touch your soul,” “filled with action scenes which made it a riveting story,” and “the author weaves a great tale with a creative way of using words that makes the story refreshing to read.”
Her novellas, short stories and flash fiction appear at various epress sites and web zines as well as Flesh from Ashes (2005), Quality Women’s Fiction (2005), Phase (2004), and The Writer‘s online edition.
Her freelance articles have appeared in The Sentinel, Carlisle.
In 2011, three stories placed in the Top Ten Finishers at the Preditors and Editors Poll – Angels, Sinners and Madmen (historical); Follow the Stars Home (Native American historical); and Design for Life (contemporary)
In 2011, four stories finaled in the EPIC competition: One Soul for Sale (paranormal); Going with Gravity (contemporary); Picture This (contemporary); and Wilderness Girl (contemporary erotic romance).
In 2010, The Pearl S. Buck Foundation awarded first place to her short literary story, Christmas Eve at the Diner on Rathole Street.
Her short literary story, All is Calm, All is Bright, was awarded second place in the annual Pennwriters Short Story contest in 2005.
Never give up. Dylan Wall is at the top of his game. His PR firm’s sought out by brand name companies, but he’s so busy spinning everyone else’s reps, he doesn’t realize his personal life’s taken a downhill turn. Deep down, he knows that somewhere, the perfect someone is waiting for him. The woman who’ll accept him for who he is – if he’s ever able to reveal it. When he lands in Marfa for his best friend’s wedding, Clarissa’s sharp tongue puts everything in a different perspective. She draws out a side of himself hidden away for too long. She’s everything he wants, in the wrong package. So why does she feel like home?
In Marfa, appearances are deceptive. Discovering the truth beneath the surface is the first step toward finding yourself, and joy.
I’ll admit that this type of novel is not usually what I reach for. But I’ll also admit that the cover caught my eye and held it. Ms Masters has crafted a romance to be sure, and one with what could be deemed “typical” characters (a bride, her bestie, a groom, his pal) and a fairly classic set up: bridesmaid and best man meet, clash, then come together. But the entire time I was reading Wedding at Blue Moon Cafe I was so wrapped up in the way the story unfolded I couldn’t put it down. The setting was beautifully drawn, so well that I could picture myself there. The characters were similarly crafted, coming to life in ways that so many “bridesmaid and best man meet then marry” novels simply don’t.
I would recommend this book to anyone who not only enjoys a sweet romance but also to anyone who values a well-crafted story with realistic characters. Yes, this does happen. Thanks to Ms. Masters, Dylan and Clarissa, I think I just might believe that now.
A Liz Five Brew Read!
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In between reading I will be editing the first 2 books of my first self publishing adventure: The Love Brothers. I have a couple of covers, an idea for trailer, some thoughts about promo but gotta get that 3rd book written! There is a Pre-published page on Goodreads for LOVE GARAGE (book 1) and the one for COACH LOVE will be coming soon!
Cover Reveal party and gala and general confetti tossing is SET for:
November 2, 2014 (a fairly significant date on my personal calendar as well….)
So watch for my upcoming reviews and the Crowe’s Nest Renovation Liz Iz Contractor Chronicle….
make it a great week!
Greetings and happy First Tuesday in August Liz fans (and all you others),
I’m pondering “book trailers” today and would love to know how you feel about them, as readers, authors, and folks seeking new books to enjoy. Do you love them? Even know they exist? Give a rat’s ass about them if they are NOT for books already Sooper Dooper Famous?
I ask because in case you did not realize this, they are expensive and time consuming. This is not to say that I don’t get a singular, tingly thrill down my spine every time I watch one of mine, but I get the feeling that I’m sort of, um, rubbing one out, if you know what I mean with these things. That is to say, I’m paying my hard earned money to create something that only I will ever truly value.
I would love your thoughts.
I am going to try the trailer thing again with my upcoming Liz First Self Published Series: The Love Brothers (coming in January/cover reveal soon!)
In the meantime, here are some of the ones that get me all worked up. Go ahead. You know you wanna….
Stewart Realty: Jack & Sara Trilogy
Stewart Realty: Conditional Offer
Stewart Realty: Escalation Clause
Stewart Realty: Mutual Release
And a stand-alone one for Paradise Hops (the old cover, unfortunately)
And for a 1NightStand novella: Turkish Delights
Tell me your thoughts about book trailers….good? bad? mostly for author ego masturbation?