DEBT NEWS!

Okay so big DEBT news.

1) DEBT is on sale for the first time! Only 99c. It’s been $4.99 since the day it released, so now’s the time to grab it if you haven’t yet.

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Links:
AMAZON
AMAZON UK
NOOK
iTUNES/iBOOKS
KOBO

2) I know I said DEBT was a standalone. And it IS. It’s a complete story. Buuut, I am writing another novel, BlaME. This time it’s Rex’s story! This books spans before and after the events of DEBT, so I’m calling it a SPREquel. All your favorite characters from DEBT will make an appearance, but it’s really Rex, Tiff and Jude’s story.

I don’t have a release day yet. So, to stay in the loop, make sure you are on my email list. I don’t send much and only when I think it’s super relevant.

Blame announcement

 

 

 

If is LIVE!

If is a special story for me. There are many themes in it that are dear to my heart. I hope the story of Ash and Bird touches your heart in the same way it did mine. – Nina

If Cover

Read what some people are calling the most beautiful novel they have read all year!

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1BlIYuY

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1121423838?ean=2940151373449
Still waiting on iTunes and Kobo to go live.

If Cover Reveal

This book is different from anything I have written before. There’s no X-rated activity, but I think if you enjoy my writing style, you will fall in love with these characters.

A tortured artist. A dancer trying to make her dreams come true despite a facial disfigurement. A secret (or several). But what was really fun about writing this was describing the world as the hero saw it. It is full of magic and whimsy and is otherworldly. I don’t want to give away why though.

If Cover

 

Genre: New Adult/Romance

Release Date: March 16th

If…
Someone hadn’t scarred my face.
I hadn’t followed my dreams to LA.
That tweaker hadn’t attacked that homeless guy.
I hadn’t invited a stranger over for Thanksgiving.
I hadn’t fallen in love.

If I hadn’t lost him.
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If…
I hadn’t gone for that drive.
I saw the world like everyone else.
My “genius” wasn’t slowly destroying me.
I had just walked away before I could ever know her.
She hadn’t ignited the spark.

If the spark didn’t ignite the madness.

Excerpt:

 

“Let’s start with something simple. How about a tree, in the fall, so you can play with color?”

She smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

“Okay, we’re going to use acrylic because if you make a mistake, you can paint over it as soon as it dries.”

“Oh ye of little faith,” she said, coming over to stand in front of me at the easel. She was so close, I could feel her warmth even though we weren’t touching. The pale glow that surrounded her now grazed me.

I squeezed out green and white and showed her how to mix for the right shade. Then I told her to lay down short, staccato thrusts, but her swipes were, frankly, juvenile and clunky.

“No, see, you are trying to draw the tree. You just need to focus on the leaf, and then pull that back to how the light hits the leaf because a leaf, even a leaf that you just see as green, is many shades of green.”

“And this is why I’m a dancer,” Bird said.

“Here,” I said, grabbing some of the brush handle from behind, “let me guide you.” It was a mistake. Her lavender scent grew strong, and I could smell her fruity shampoo on top of it, and the curves of her behind pressed against my pelvis. The heat rolled down my neck, and to my fingertips, and even though I was holding wood, I felt the warmth of the coziest blanket rubbing against them.

“Okay,” she said in barely a whisper. Her voice moved in transparent cerulean and seafoam wavelengths in my line of sight.

I slid my hands up the edge of the brush, so my hand was over her delicate hand. And shit, I am only a man and I just wanted her so bad. But, I focused on the empty sheet on the easel.

“So you start soft, tentative, until you find a rhythm.” My words were barely a breeze against her ear. “Just relax.” I gently guided her hand and she let me take over. I used the hand of my muse to fill the canvas with strokes of green. “This will be the foundation, but soon we’ll fill it with browns and oranges, even pinks.”

“We? You’re doing all the work, but I like it that way,” she said, almost woozily, as if she were in the same trance as me. She leaned back, resting her head against the front of my shoulder. My heart thudded so hard, I was afraid she would feel it. I guided her hand to a cup of water and she dropped the brush. But I didn’t let go. I didn’t want to let go, and I don’t think she wanted me to either.

“Let’s come back to this, we can work on it a little each day,” she said, turning her palm up so she could thread her fingers into mine. The heat was everywhere, like a warm rush of water, lulling me to do whatever the hell she wanted.

“Now, I show you how to dance.” She turned, using my hand, and then she was facing me. Her skin radiated through tiny freckles on her cheeks and nose.

The next song on the album played. “I love this song,” Bird said, pulling me to the open floor in front of the record player as “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” began to play.

“There’s only one way to dance to a song like this,” she said, stepping in close, guiding my hands to her waist, as she wrapped hers around my neck.

There was too much. A kaleidoscope of lilting colors, the strong scent of lavender, a sweet taste like nectar, the blooming warmth rushing through my body.

I am only a man.

On DEBT

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

DEBT has exploded in a way I had never anticipated. It’s thrilling, and honestly for me, a little nerve-wracking. It’s the kind of thing I dreamed of when I first published Strapped a year and four months ago: releasing a book that people buzz about. And now it’s happening and I don’t know what to do with myself! LOL.

Anyway, I have been getting a lot of messages. So I figured the best way to address the most common one would be in a blog post: What’s next?

I always intended for DEBT to be a standalone. After writing the long trilogy that is Strapped, I just want to be able to switch from one project to the next. I have so many ideas, and they aren’t all in the same genre. That’s what keeps me fresh, it makes my writing improve. I don’t want to be formulaic as far as putting out the same type of book over and over. I would get bored and lose my passion. I have a very shitty attention span that way. So as soon as I outlined DEBT, I put everything into this one book and I already had others waiting to be written. I still feel that way.

(You might want to stop here if you want to go 100% blind into DEBT.)

I made a decision to end DEBT the way I did. This was the story of the past and present converging to the very spot they end in the book. They end up where they will always inevitably end up, back with each other, for better or for worse. As a reader, I am not a fan of detailed endings that go out into the future and give you a summary of their future lives. As a result, I very rarely write them because I write what I like to read. I know that makes me an outlier, but that’s how I write. To write some picket fence future for Tax and Mia would not be in line with the life they will have to face. Their futures will be complex, not something I could even sum up in an epilogue or novella. And I just want to leave them in their moment of tearful and joyous reunion. That is where I wanted to say goodbye to the characters and their story. They now have each other and will sure as hell need each other to face the pain they have both endured.

Now, I’m not saying never, because I could have a moment of inspiration in the shower and suddenly I am writing a related book.

For now, I will be moving on to my next project which is nothing like DEBT, or Strapped, or GRS. I’ll be posting the title and blurb soon!

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DEBT is here. It’s time to collect.

So I am officially the worst because I post on my own blog late. LOL.

But DEBT is here and I am already overwhelmed by the response. Something is different about this book. It’s the darkest I have written, and yet it seems to touch a soft spot for many people. There is a vulnerability in all of the characters that seems to speak to many readers. It’s not for everyone. There are parts that are difficult to read, and those parts were just as hard for me to write. Check out the reviews though. I think it will give you a good idea if this is something you want to dive into.

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Buy Links:

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iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/debt/id947416329

Exclusive Excerpt from DEBT:

The shower is sobering and panic hits me hard. My chest tightens as I lean against the cold tile and aggressively scrub my skin with a bar of soap. My legs are still jello and I can barely keep myself up. Shivers run up and down my body like aftershocks, reminding me of the intense pleasure at the hands of a man whose name I don’t even know.

My sympathetic nervous system fires on all cylinders, rendering me unable to relax or complete a coherent thought and reducing me to a ball of nervous physical energy.

I don’t know how I feel about anything right now. What I did was stupid, thoughtless, and f*ng crazy. And yet, it was the most insane, erotic, exhilarating and sensual experience of my life. I have never come that hard that many times. I have never just let go the way I did in that living room.

I have never had a man just f*k me like that, with pure lust and physical desire, without either one of us giving a single shit about convention or feelings or propriety. It was rude, vulgar, wrong…immoral. There was no discomfort or awkwardness. Shame did not exist when he took me. But now, alone behind the shower curtain, I couldn’t wash off the fresh coat of shame no matter how much I scrubbed.

My logical mind pulls me back into the present. There is a sexy, but strange man still in my house. I thrust the curtain open and the bathroom is empty. I turn off the shower, wrap myself in a towel, and cautiously step out of the bathroom, dripping wet. The house is still completely dark.

“Hello?” I call out. “Are you still here?”

I tip toe through every room, leaving a trail of water in my wake, remains of a pointless attempt at washing the filth off of my flesh. But it’s too late, he’s already inside of me and under my skin. Despite all the meticulous planning, I sense the irrational threat of danger. I shouldn’t, this guy is a professional. But still, I don’t know him.
I don’t know a single thing about him.

I pace silently from one empty room to the next, ending up in the living room. A chair is on its side, a lamp turned over, the rug is crumpled, my tattered clothes are in a heap, the adjoining kitchen floor is a mess of food and Tupperware.

Then I realize that just as quickly as Stranger swooped into my life…

He is gone.