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February 25, 2016
SOLD!
*TRUMPET BLAST*
I can now announce my awesome news! I'm so thrilled to let you all know I've signed a three book contract with Entangled Publishing, writing for their new erotic line Scorched. These Regency books are based at an ultra exclusive pleasure club called Fallen, which is co-owned by three bad boy lords, Sin, Devil and Vice. :D
Publication is set for Fall of this year (Spring for us SH peeps), and I'm so happy to be working with my One Forbidden Knight editor Kate Brauning again. Yippee!!!
I can now announce my awesome news! I'm so thrilled to let you all know I've signed a three book contract with Entangled Publishing, writing for their new erotic line Scorched. These Regency books are based at an ultra exclusive pleasure club called Fallen, which is co-owned by three bad boy lords, Sin, Devil and Vice. :D
Publication is set for Fall of this year (Spring for us SH peeps), and I'm so happy to be working with my One Forbidden Knight editor Kate Brauning again. Yippee!!!
February 5, 2016
Start at the very beginning!
I know all authors have different aspects of a book that make them want to a) cry, b) trash a room, c) drink, d) eat their weight in chocolate, e) all of the above, but for me, it is chapter one.
Where should I start? is a common mental block for me, that perfect spot where you immediately land a reader in an interesting place, introduce characters and location, what dramas might be pending for the hero or heroine, a nod towards the villain...eeeeeek, even the thought of this gives me hives.
Every book I've written, chapter one has been the head-desker. Complete deletes of hundreds of words, tweaking a paragraph for hours, putting in, taking out and putting in again, glaring, cursing, howling...you get the gist.
But a great opening, one that insists no other task could possibly be more important than diving into chapter two, that is gold. When you have the pages that makes an agent or editor scream MORE! NOWWWW! or reviews that say 'hooked from page one', you've aced it.
Try, try, and try again. It is worth it!
Where should I start? is a common mental block for me, that perfect spot where you immediately land a reader in an interesting place, introduce characters and location, what dramas might be pending for the hero or heroine, a nod towards the villain...eeeeeek, even the thought of this gives me hives.
Every book I've written, chapter one has been the head-desker. Complete deletes of hundreds of words, tweaking a paragraph for hours, putting in, taking out and putting in again, glaring, cursing, howling...you get the gist.
But a great opening, one that insists no other task could possibly be more important than diving into chapter two, that is gold. When you have the pages that makes an agent or editor scream MORE! NOWWWW! or reviews that say 'hooked from page one', you've aced it.
Try, try, and try again. It is worth it!
January 29, 2016
Booklover Heaven!
I was recently introduced to the most wonderful place - The Pizza Library.
The decor is Victorian - dark woods, reds, greens, and shelves of gold lettered literary greats, overstuffed chairs, Tudor portraits line the walls, character statues sit among outside tables, and the pizza boxes have a Mad Hatter type picture on them.
As for the pizzas - delicious! All named after great works, I enjoyed a 'Hamlet', and my companion a 'Moby Dick'.
They also have a bar next door, so really, all boxes ticked and I think I might move in!
The decor is Victorian - dark woods, reds, greens, and shelves of gold lettered literary greats, overstuffed chairs, Tudor portraits line the walls, character statues sit among outside tables, and the pizza boxes have a Mad Hatter type picture on them.
As for the pizzas - delicious! All named after great works, I enjoyed a 'Hamlet', and my companion a 'Moby Dick'.
They also have a bar next door, so really, all boxes ticked and I think I might move in!
January 24, 2016
Food, Glorious Food!
I went to a traditional Argentinian BBQ in the weekend, and I think I've been spoiled for all time. The food was so divine I almost had to be rolled out the door!
Do you have a favourite kind of BBQ?
Do you have a favourite kind of BBQ?
January 20, 2016
Giveaway!
If you would like to go in the draw to win a signed print copy of One Forbidden Knight (and some NZ choccies to eat while reading) head over to my FB author page asap!
As always, open internationally.
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As always, open internationally.
https://www.facebook.com/Nicola-David...
January 13, 2016
Not so sexy words!
Thinking of titles for books is always quite a traumatic experience - something that sounds good, gives an idea of the story, hasn't been used 65 million times before...
So I had two titles for this trilogy I'm pondering, but the third sexy 's' word was proving a headache. I grabbed my trusty dictionary/thesaurus and got to work, but Scaring, Sedating, or Shampooing didn't sound like much fun for my poor duke.
Then a male friend suggested what he thought was the winning entry - Spelunking.
Sigh. Back to the drawing board!
So I had two titles for this trilogy I'm pondering, but the third sexy 's' word was proving a headache. I grabbed my trusty dictionary/thesaurus and got to work, but Scaring, Sedating, or Shampooing didn't sound like much fun for my poor duke.
Then a male friend suggested what he thought was the winning entry - Spelunking.
Sigh. Back to the drawing board!
January 8, 2016
Come say hi!
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January 2, 2016
Rake to Riches!
I joined Pinterest - isn't that a way to kill an hour or four - and started a board for Rake to Riches, (The London Lords book 2 - George and Louisa's story.)
Check it out!
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Check it out!
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December 31, 2015
Happy New Year!
May your 2016 be filled to the brim with love, health, happiness and success. (And plenty of great books.)
Very best wishes,
Nicola
Very best wishes,
Nicola
December 28, 2015
Excerpt Goodness!
A wee excerpt from Rake to Riches (The London Lords book 2, coming April 2016)
London, December 1814
“Darling. If you don’t leave, my husband is going to call you out. It will be dawn soon.”
Inwardly grimacing at the reminder as much as Francesca Kenwood’s gratingly purred tone, George Edwards turned from the library window to his hungry-eyed, copper-haired hostess. Though he was sorely tempted, it wasn’t the moment to mention said husband couldn’t hit Westminster at ten paces. Or that he’d rather sleep with a rabid badger.
Men in his position rarely had the luxury of truth. Besides, redheads were nothing but trouble. That was fact.
“Callously turning me out into the cold, dark night, Chessie?” he said, forcing a grin instead. “My heart is so severely crushed there’ll be no recovering.”
“Why don’t you want to go home?”
George stilled, only years of practice halting a shudder at the question. There was no sly knowledge in Francesca’s eyes, no scorn or pity. Like most everyone in London, she was blissfully unaware of what went on behind the creaky door and faded drapes of Chateau Hell.
“My dear. Because you are here, of course. Why would anyone want to leave?”
She blushed scarlet, her bejewelled fingers fluttering in dismay. “I’m sorry, George, truly I am. But Kenwood won’t allow any guests to stay after a ball, not even Prinny himself. And Tuesday is dues day. When I must...you know...”
A twinge of sympathy threatened. “No need to explain, pet. We do what we have to.”
Francesca sashayed closer and licked her thin lips.
“Oh, I knew you’d understand, suffering the same predicament as so many women nowadays. Poor darling, desperately attractive, not a feather to fly with, and utterly reliant on the goodwill of family and friends. Well, as soon as Kenwood has his heir, I’ll be free to live my own life. You would find me a generous lover. Very, very generous--”
“I'll keep that in mind,” he said swiftly, lifting her hand and briefly kissing her knuckles. “Now get to bed, vixen, not even your delicious self looks good with puffy eyes.”
“Goodnight...Glorious George!”
Bowing, he strode from the room to conceal his anger and self-loathing. Fuck, he hated that scandal sheet-inflicted nickname.
London, December 1814
“Darling. If you don’t leave, my husband is going to call you out. It will be dawn soon.”
Inwardly grimacing at the reminder as much as Francesca Kenwood’s gratingly purred tone, George Edwards turned from the library window to his hungry-eyed, copper-haired hostess. Though he was sorely tempted, it wasn’t the moment to mention said husband couldn’t hit Westminster at ten paces. Or that he’d rather sleep with a rabid badger.
Men in his position rarely had the luxury of truth. Besides, redheads were nothing but trouble. That was fact.
“Callously turning me out into the cold, dark night, Chessie?” he said, forcing a grin instead. “My heart is so severely crushed there’ll be no recovering.”
“Why don’t you want to go home?”
George stilled, only years of practice halting a shudder at the question. There was no sly knowledge in Francesca’s eyes, no scorn or pity. Like most everyone in London, she was blissfully unaware of what went on behind the creaky door and faded drapes of Chateau Hell.
“My dear. Because you are here, of course. Why would anyone want to leave?”
She blushed scarlet, her bejewelled fingers fluttering in dismay. “I’m sorry, George, truly I am. But Kenwood won’t allow any guests to stay after a ball, not even Prinny himself. And Tuesday is dues day. When I must...you know...”
A twinge of sympathy threatened. “No need to explain, pet. We do what we have to.”
Francesca sashayed closer and licked her thin lips.
“Oh, I knew you’d understand, suffering the same predicament as so many women nowadays. Poor darling, desperately attractive, not a feather to fly with, and utterly reliant on the goodwill of family and friends. Well, as soon as Kenwood has his heir, I’ll be free to live my own life. You would find me a generous lover. Very, very generous--”
“I'll keep that in mind,” he said swiftly, lifting her hand and briefly kissing her knuckles. “Now get to bed, vixen, not even your delicious self looks good with puffy eyes.”
“Goodnight...Glorious George!”
Bowing, he strode from the room to conceal his anger and self-loathing. Fuck, he hated that scandal sheet-inflicted nickname.
