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December 29, 2013
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December 21, 2013
"With You" is published on AMAZON
Woohoo, after days of struggle, "With You" has been released from 'in review' on Amazon and is LIVE. Thank you everyone for your support and understanding with this delay of the novella.
Cheers,
Nash
http://www.amazon.com/With-You-Nashod...
Cheers,
Nash
http://www.amazon.com/With-You-Nashod...
December 20, 2013
'With You" delay at Amazon
"With You' delay at Amazon
Hi everyone. So sorry about the "With You" delay on Amazon. It has been "in review" with for 4 days now and still no response. It's like they've forgotten all about it. I've written 8 emails and still have heard nothing. A wonderful amazing Stephanie, who I just met on FB, went and called Amazon U.S. and Canada 1-866-216-1072, to try and help me out--Wow!! Thank you, Stephanie.
I called Amazon and the woman was very sweet and understanding, but she couldn't help me, I had to talk to Office Central, which Stephanie had told me. But guess what...they are now closed. I wrote again to Amazon's KDP support and posted on their message help board. Still nothing. This is so upsetting as you can imagine. I wish I could do more--UGH.
If you'd like to read the novella "With You", it is available on Smashwords, B&N, Kobo as well as Apple. Thank you for undestanding and let's hope with a new day brings "With You" to Amazon's door.
Cheers,
Nash
Hi everyone. So sorry about the "With You" delay on Amazon. It has been "in review" with for 4 days now and still no response. It's like they've forgotten all about it. I've written 8 emails and still have heard nothing. A wonderful amazing Stephanie, who I just met on FB, went and called Amazon U.S. and Canada 1-866-216-1072, to try and help me out--Wow!! Thank you, Stephanie.
I called Amazon and the woman was very sweet and understanding, but she couldn't help me, I had to talk to Office Central, which Stephanie had told me. But guess what...they are now closed. I wrote again to Amazon's KDP support and posted on their message help board. Still nothing. This is so upsetting as you can imagine. I wish I could do more--UGH.
If you'd like to read the novella "With You", it is available on Smashwords, B&N, Kobo as well as Apple. Thank you for undestanding and let's hope with a new day brings "With You" to Amazon's door.
Cheers,
Nash
Amazon Live "Torn from You"
US
http://www.amazon.com/Torn-Tear-Asund...
UK
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Torn-Tear-Asu...
Still waiting on the novella "With You"
http://www.amazon.com/Torn-Tear-Asund...
UK
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Torn-Tear-Asu...
Still waiting on the novella "With You"
December 19, 2013
Update and Buy Links
Paperback is released Woohoo:)
Amazon US
"Torn from You" http://www.amazon.com/Torn-You-Tear-A...
"With You"
http://www.amazon.com/With-Tear-Asund...
Amazon UK
"Torn from You"
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Torn-You-1-Te...
"With You"
http://www.amazon.co.uk/With-Tear-Asu...
Barnes and Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Nasho...
Kobo:
http://store.kobobooks.com/en-ca/Sear...
(Amazon Kindle I am still waiting, having some issues here. Still hoping they will release tomorrow. Books are still in review for some reason)
Amazon US
"Torn from You" http://www.amazon.com/Torn-You-Tear-A...
"With You"
http://www.amazon.com/With-Tear-Asund...
Amazon UK
"Torn from You"
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Torn-You-1-Te...
"With You"
http://www.amazon.co.uk/With-Tear-Asu...
Barnes and Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Nasho...
Kobo:
http://store.kobobooks.com/en-ca/Sear...
(Amazon Kindle I am still waiting, having some issues here. Still hoping they will release tomorrow. Books are still in review for some reason)
I've pressed PUBLISH
I pressed Publish this morning for "Torn from You" and "With You". So, the question is when AMAZON will publish. Could be anytime. They say 12 hours, so maybe even tonight. WOOHOO!
Cheers,
Nash
Cheers,
Nash
December 5, 2013
November 22, 2013
"With You" novella Sculpt and Emily
(Warning 18+ due to strong language)
Chapter 1
“Holy Christ Eme, look at that popsicle. Now that’s Häagen-Dazs quality.” Kat stood beside me, mouth agape, eyes plastered on Sculpt who was currently pounding into his opponent, The Obliterator. “Damn, he’s totally fuckable. Like slam you against the wall fuckable.”
She pinched my arm when I didn’t respond.
“Oww.” I rubbed the spot where her fingers squeezed my skin.
“You see those arms? I bet he could hold you up against the wall and fuck you without even huffing. Nix that, I want him huffing.”
Sculpt was naked from the waist up, rippling muscles flexing with every punch. His long legs were agile and lean, able to move quickly compared to the other guy’s slower bulk. Kind of like a Hummer against a bulldozer.
But, there was something about his eyes that had me watching him with breathless excitement mixed with a spritz of nervousness. They were dark, nearly black and piercing, as if he was looking right into his opponent and breaking him apart with his concentrated fearlessness. Shivers tap-danced across my heated skin, then a tweak of something hit my stomach. It felt like I was twirling in a field with my arms out and dandelion puffs were blowing all around me. A dizzying effect, yet beautiful and odd at the same time.
“You sure you want to do this?” Kat’s voice tore me away from Sculpt who had just thrown The Obliterator onto his back and was pulling his arm back at an odd angle. “I’m all for hot guys, but he looks really scary. A hot scary, but still the hotness doesn’t negate the scary cause he is oozing scariness. What about one of those classes? You know, the ones the college offers.”
I’d already considered it, but waiting three months until classes started in September was not an option for me. I needed Sculpt’s help now, and since Kat’s brother knew him, it put him at the top of my list. Matt said the guy was in a rock band and was only fighting to try and make enough money to go on tour. Sculpt needing money was a bonus for me, because I was offering. Not much, but it was something.
“Matt says he’s a good guy,” I reminded her, but I was beginning to think he’d just meant the guy hadn’t killed anyone yet. I think his answer would’ve been far different if he knew Kat and I were interested in actually meeting Sculpt.
My breath hitched as Sculpt pushed his damp hair off his forehead, his fingers weaving through the messy walnut strands. It was a casual gesture, but when he did it . . . it was like my body was being infused with electricity. Why was I suddenly so hot? It wasn’t like Toronto was scorching in June, although right now it felt over a hundred degrees and humid as hell.
“Yeah, Matt says that so he doesn’t get the crap beat out of him.” I laughed because Matt was over six foot, all muscle, and didn’t take “crap” from anyone. “And if Matt finds out we’re here, we’re eating beets for the rest of the month.” Kat’s parents had passed away ten years ago in a drinking and driving accident. Unfortunately, it had been their dad who’d been driving drunk and ran into a cement bridge doing a hundred. Matt, being eighteen at the time, raised Kat on his own, and he cooked—Kat didn’t. That meant he decided what to eat, and he’d totally give her beets for a month. And since I’d moved in with them two years ago, I’d get beets too, but I liked beets.
“Holy Jesus. You see that?” Kat started jumping up and down, screaming Sculpt’s name with the rest of the young college crowd as The Obliterator lay unconscious on the ground. “One punch and down for the count. Woot. Woot. Woot,” Kat shouted while pumping the air with her fist.
I clapped, but as I watched Sculpt, blood dripping down his forehead into his eye, and his chest glistening with sweat, my nerves crept up on me like a horde of white-tailed spiders. Kat was right, he was scary. The tattoo on his left arm extended from his shoulder down to his elbow. The dark black ink popped the images so they appeared three dimensional and vibrant. It suited him and made him totally . . . fuckable.
Chapter 1
“Holy Christ Eme, look at that popsicle. Now that’s Häagen-Dazs quality.” Kat stood beside me, mouth agape, eyes plastered on Sculpt who was currently pounding into his opponent, The Obliterator. “Damn, he’s totally fuckable. Like slam you against the wall fuckable.”
She pinched my arm when I didn’t respond.
“Oww.” I rubbed the spot where her fingers squeezed my skin.
“You see those arms? I bet he could hold you up against the wall and fuck you without even huffing. Nix that, I want him huffing.”
Sculpt was naked from the waist up, rippling muscles flexing with every punch. His long legs were agile and lean, able to move quickly compared to the other guy’s slower bulk. Kind of like a Hummer against a bulldozer.
But, there was something about his eyes that had me watching him with breathless excitement mixed with a spritz of nervousness. They were dark, nearly black and piercing, as if he was looking right into his opponent and breaking him apart with his concentrated fearlessness. Shivers tap-danced across my heated skin, then a tweak of something hit my stomach. It felt like I was twirling in a field with my arms out and dandelion puffs were blowing all around me. A dizzying effect, yet beautiful and odd at the same time.
“You sure you want to do this?” Kat’s voice tore me away from Sculpt who had just thrown The Obliterator onto his back and was pulling his arm back at an odd angle. “I’m all for hot guys, but he looks really scary. A hot scary, but still the hotness doesn’t negate the scary cause he is oozing scariness. What about one of those classes? You know, the ones the college offers.”
I’d already considered it, but waiting three months until classes started in September was not an option for me. I needed Sculpt’s help now, and since Kat’s brother knew him, it put him at the top of my list. Matt said the guy was in a rock band and was only fighting to try and make enough money to go on tour. Sculpt needing money was a bonus for me, because I was offering. Not much, but it was something.
“Matt says he’s a good guy,” I reminded her, but I was beginning to think he’d just meant the guy hadn’t killed anyone yet. I think his answer would’ve been far different if he knew Kat and I were interested in actually meeting Sculpt.
My breath hitched as Sculpt pushed his damp hair off his forehead, his fingers weaving through the messy walnut strands. It was a casual gesture, but when he did it . . . it was like my body was being infused with electricity. Why was I suddenly so hot? It wasn’t like Toronto was scorching in June, although right now it felt over a hundred degrees and humid as hell.
“Yeah, Matt says that so he doesn’t get the crap beat out of him.” I laughed because Matt was over six foot, all muscle, and didn’t take “crap” from anyone. “And if Matt finds out we’re here, we’re eating beets for the rest of the month.” Kat’s parents had passed away ten years ago in a drinking and driving accident. Unfortunately, it had been their dad who’d been driving drunk and ran into a cement bridge doing a hundred. Matt, being eighteen at the time, raised Kat on his own, and he cooked—Kat didn’t. That meant he decided what to eat, and he’d totally give her beets for a month. And since I’d moved in with them two years ago, I’d get beets too, but I liked beets.
“Holy Jesus. You see that?” Kat started jumping up and down, screaming Sculpt’s name with the rest of the young college crowd as The Obliterator lay unconscious on the ground. “One punch and down for the count. Woot. Woot. Woot,” Kat shouted while pumping the air with her fist.
I clapped, but as I watched Sculpt, blood dripping down his forehead into his eye, and his chest glistening with sweat, my nerves crept up on me like a horde of white-tailed spiders. Kat was right, he was scary. The tattoo on his left arm extended from his shoulder down to his elbow. The dark black ink popped the images so they appeared three dimensional and vibrant. It suited him and made him totally . . . fuckable.
