Hi and welcome to my blog, Nickie Asher. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. So tell us a little about yourself.
Thanks for the drink, and thank you for having me on your blog today. I’m thrilled to be a guest.
So tell us a little about your latest book. What inspired this masterpiece?
CRIMSON came about when I couldn’t find what I wanted to read. I decided if I couldn’t find it, I would write it. This novel was actually first drafted several years ago and turned into quite a learning project.
If you had any super powers, what would they be and why?
I would restore youth and health to those robbed of them. I hate watching the ravages of time and ill health.
What genre haven’t you tried yet but want to in the future?
Historical romance set against a WWII background.
What is one thing readers might be surprised to know about you?
I have a huge love of the violin. Nothing makes my heart kick into overdrive like a fine violin.
If we asked your muse to describe you in three words, what do you think they might say?
Driven. Focused. Determined.
What authors can be found in your library of books?
JR Ward, Christine Feehan, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Stephen King, Dean Koontz and many more.
Have any guilty pleasures you want to share with us?
I’m totally addicted to Monster Java Loca Moca. Delicious. If only I could buy it by the gallon.
Is there anything you’re currently working on that you can give us a taste of?
I currently have a work in progress titled FIMBULWINTER. It’s an action adventure about a movie score composer tasked with stopping the premature events signaling Ragnarok, the Norse end of time.
Thorn guarded his secrets carefully. Or at least he thought he had until he opened the door. The two men facing him had government goon squad written all over them.
The mid-day California sun reflected off their sunglasses in little blinding arcs. Dressed identically, they were so obviously thugs that it wasn’t laughable.
“Thorn Davidson?” the taller man asked.
A chill settled in Thorn’s guts. “Who wants to know?”
“Federal officers.” Badges appeared.
Thorn did his best to keep his face from giving anything away. “What do you want?”
The second man pulled at his collar. Sweat trickled down his temple. “We need you to come with us.”
He stiffened. “Why?”
“You’ll be given that information by our superiors.” The man wiped at his brow.
Thorn crossed his arms. They were so full of shit it practically dribbled from their ears. “I don’t think so.”
“Listen,” short guy said. “We can get in the car and drive to headquarters where you can answer a few questions and be on your way, or we can do this the hard way. Bottom line is you’re going with us.”
Thunder rumbled in the distance.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ve done nothing wrong.” Both men probably concealed weapons. Didn’t matter, he wasn’t going voluntarily.
Short guy mopped his brow again. “It’s getting hotter by the frigging minute, and it’s going to storm. Let’s not make an ordeal of this.”
Did they know he was a regular in the underground bare knuckle fights? Probably. If they had taken an interest in him they would have done their homework.
A hot breeze kicked up, whipping his hair into his eyes.
“What do you want with me? And don’t feed me a load of shit.
The taller man’s jaw visibly clenched. “They told us to pick you up and bring you in. That’s all we know.”
“You’re lying. What else?”
Lightning flashed. Thunder answered. Closer.
“We were told you might be dangerous.” He patted his jacket, confirming the presence of a firearm.
Thorn’s heart-rate accelerated despite his determination to remain cool. “I’ve done nothing. I’m a composer. I make movie scores. I know absolutely nothing the government would be interested in.”
What is your favorite way to relax after a hard day working and writing?
I don’t do relaxation. I stay busy until I crash from exhaustion at the end of the day. I have a difficult time watching TV and not doing something else at the same time. Occasionally, I will watch a movie but not often.
What is one historical figure you would love to chat with and why?
Thomas Jefferson. I’d like to talk politics with him.
Would you care to mention any upcoming or WIP projects that readers can look forward from you in the future?
BLOOD JUDGMENT is an urban fantasy scheduled for release later this year. It’s the first book in a vampire series that asks the question: What would you do if the government decided to exterminate your race? The Judgment series explores this question.
Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one? If not, then which one is closest to your heart?
BLOOD JUDGMENT is my favorite. Julian Wilkes is one of my favorite characters because he faced so much to become what he was meant to be.
Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?
CRIMSON can be found at:
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Red Hot Publishing
Violently turned vampire against his will and plunged into a paranormal world he didn’t believe in, Alex Connor learns his problems are just beginning.
On top of the challenges of adjusting to unlife, Alex’s world tightens around him. If being rejected by the woman he desires, tormented by a cunning enemy, and hunted by a man bent on eliminating the local undead population isn’t enough, events go downhill from there. Topping off his difficulties are a ruthless sire with an agenda hinging on Alex’s skills and a young woman who uncovers his secret and won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
Note – this book contains graphic violence and explicit sex. Intended for mature readers.
At the top floor, she hesitated outside his apartment.
Not knowing what to do next, she lingered in front of his door. Knocking was a death wish, but if she wasn’t going to, what in hell was she doing standing there like a fool?
He settled the matter for her. The door flew open and she stood face to face with a wild-eyed Alex.
He lunged, giving her no chance of eluding him. Hands biting into her upper arms, he dragged her into his apartment. She opened her mouth to scream, but he slammed her to the floor, knocking the breath out of her. With fluid motion, he shoved the door shut and dropped, straddling her.
He clapped his hand over her mouth. Panicking, she twisted her head and bit him. With a snarl, he yanked free.
“Why are you following me?” he demanded.
Their eyes locked. Her will drained away. With enormous effort, she turned her head, breaking the contact.
He growled like an animal and shivers crawled over her skin.
“Look at me,” he commanded and confined both her wrists in one of his hands.
He’d eat her alive if she looked in his eyes.
“Why are you following me? Who else knows I’m here?”
Terror twisted her guts, but she had the upper hand. His expressive eyes gave him away. And why wouldn’t he be afraid? She’d breached his hiding place.
“Take your hands off me,” she snapped, and to her surprise, he released her wrists.
They eyed each other.
“Why have you come here?”
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I know someone who’s itching to drive a stake through you.”
“Will you get off of me?”
“Not till you tell me who wants to stick holes in me.”
“I can’t tell you, but you’re in danger. He’ll hunt till he finds you, and he’ll kill you.”
His eyebrows drew close together. “So why are you warning me?”
“I don’t want you to die.”
He caught her eyes, and this time, she wasn’t able to pull from his control, he held her tight. “Are you telling me the truth?”
He believed her. It reflected in his eyes.
She wriggled under him. “How did you know I was here?”
“Your perfume. It’s very strong. I smelled it that night on the street. It announces your arrival.” He launched off her and pulled her onto her feet. Without another word, he wrapped her in his unyielding embrace and nuzzled her neck, rooting around until he found her pulse.
She stiffened in his grasp then her arms went around his neck. Part of her had known he would do it. Worse, another part of her longed to feel his teeth in her fles