Been a long time between blog posts. I've also been very slack on my Facebook account, hardly use Twitter and don't even mention Instagram. Not that I don't enjoy social media, I do, I really do! But... I'm more of a browser, a scroller, a quiet liker than an interactive user and that's basically because I can't imagine that anyone would really want to know what I'm thinking doing, reading, watching etc. but then perhaps people do, since I am one of those people that love reading about what other people are doing, thinking etc.
Anyhow...I'm back and plan on giving my little website here a much needed makeover! Stay tuned for more of that but in the meantime here is an update on what I have been up to.
1. Working on a couple of YA titles. I love YA. I originally started out writing YA (you can read my YA novel Time After Time here) but somehow merged into writing new adult novels. I think because I wanted to open the bedroom door and show more 'romance' between my couples that is simply not appropriate in the young adult genre. Don't get me wrong, I love writing gritty, coming of age novels but there is something about the innocence, the confusion and the development of character that I love in YA. So I went back to a few half finished, badly written manuscripts and for the past few months have been going over them. One is a paranormal fairy/demon romance that I love, even though the genre has been done to death thanks to the early millennium Twilight obsession, a second is a contemporary romance set in the world of reality television and the third is a time travel romance that links back to the sixteen hundreds. Three very different stories but three which I all loved writing. Stay tuned for more news on them (or you can check out Entwined here)
2. I've also started a short story series. These have been fun to write! Short, sharp, sassy, sexy with a bit of angst thrown in for good measure. You see more of what's coming in the Ink Addicted novella series here.
3. Life. I've been busy with life which includes my hubby, three teenage sons (honestly, I think teenagers are more demanding in some ways that toddlers) and work. I work as a relief (substitute if you are reading this in the states) teacher and whilst I don't have the responsibilities of a regular teacher I find that I'm just as exhausted at the end of the day and my mind is too overwhelmed to write much. I'm hoping as the year progresses that changes as I miss the rush of writing!
4. Getting fit. This is something I am quite passionate about. I've always been fit, fairly healthy and have never really had a weight problem. But being over forty (ahem) I'm conscious of staying in the best shape as possible for as long as I can so I've set myself a few health and fitness goals this year that I am determined to achieve. One is running a half marathon later in the year so I have been busy running, training for that. I will blog more about this journey later for those interested.
So that's me lately! Hopefully my next blog post isn't far away....
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Laurie wants a news story. Caleb just wants to be left alone. But when the coyote shifters’ paths cross in New Mexico’s Sandia Mountains, Fate steps in and gives them something they never expected—each other.
Reporter Laurie Rivera is on the trail of a white slavery ring when she’s forced to run for her life in the foothills near Sandia Crest. Widowed sheriff and Alpha coyote shifter Caleb Lynch comes across the exhausted reporter and discovers to his shock that Laurie’s also a coyote shifter—and his new heart’s mate.
But Caleb never expected to have another chance at love, and Laurie has a good reason to fear being claimed, especially by an Alpha. As a snowstorm traps them in the sheriff’s cabin, Caleb must find a way around the barriers surrounding Laurie’s heart, and Laurie has to confront her past—and the humans who want her dead—if she wants a chance at her very own “happily ever after.”
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ExcerptUpstairs, Caleb stretched out in the big, comfortable bed, remembering how Paul Sleeping Turtle, Mike Ivanov and he had used some stout ropes and a lot of good-natured cursing to haul the mattress and box spring and over the loft railing. Anna had stood well out of the way downstairs, laughing at their language as they’d sweated and lugged the damn things upward. That night, however, she’d rewarded him in the newly installed bed, and Mike cheerfully baited him the next day about hearing the noise from a good mile away. He’d never brought another woman to the cabin after Anna’s death, never even wanted to. But Laurie was different. He could smell her even up here, her essence rising with the heat from the fireplace and perfuming the loft with the smell of warm, sweet female in heat and in need of a good fucking. He had no idea why Laurie had suddenly gone into heat while he was doing the dishes, but the change in her scent was unmistakable. Granted, sometimes an unmated Alpha could send a young, untried female into heat from simple proximity. But Laurie Rivera had to be in her early thirties, and if she was a virgin he’d eat his badge. The view he’d caught of her in the reflection of the kitchen window was of a female openly eyeing him and liking what she saw. He grinned at the hand-hewn beams overhead. You know damn well what it means. She’s my mate, whether she likes it or not. Which, ironically, was the problem. From what she’d told him, she was skittish as hell about the idea of being claimed. He couldn’t blame her, considering her experiences with her first Alpha. But it certainly messed up any chance he had with her, as well. And he didn’t have the luxury of taking his time and courting her, letting her get to know him over time. The moment the plows came through in the morning, Mike and this Gavin guy would be at the cabin to pick her up. After that, Laurie would be back in the city with her career and her life, never to return. Albuquerque isn’t that far, though. Oh, yeah? When was the last time you were there? The last time you had time to go there? His subconscious—or his coyote, he wasn’t sure—had a point. He had to act tonight before he lost her. So, time to be sneaky. He kicked off the blanket, bracing as the cool air hit his bare skin. He usually didn’t sleep naked during winter, but he wanted as much of his own aroma circulating as possible. He’d made a vow, yes, and he would keep it … unless Laurie gave him permission to break it. And the best way to make happen would be to tempt her upstairs with the scent of his desire and the promise of fulfilling her own. Running a hand over his chest, he brushed the firm nub of a nipple and the crisp hair that led in a trail down to his groin. He followed it now, wrapping a hand around his soft cock and squeezing. It twitched at the stimulation; when he squeezed again, running his thumb over the upper ridge of the head, it began to thicken lazily. He started a light, teasing stroke, not enough to get himself off but more than enough to get fully hard. Closing his eyes, he imagined Laurie climbing the stairs to the loft and his bed. The mattress would dip a bit as she climbed on it, moving on all fours to him. He knew she was the kind of female who, when her mind was made up, would stake her claim. There would be no fear, no anger, nothing but need and the deep knowledge that they belonged together. He pictured her straddling his thighs, bending over to give him a deep, luscious kiss. Her breasts would swing forward and he could cup them, relishing the firm weight of them in each hand before he leaned up to take a nipple in his mouth. He already knew how the salt of her sweat and the sweet spice of her skin would taste, and how to rub the velvet flat of his tongue across the nub to make her gasp. He wanted to learn all the sounds she made in bed, the feminine moans and sighs that were music to a male’s ears. His sweet female would be eager that first time, taking him in hand and guiding his straining cock between her legs. He groaned as he imagined the hot, wet squeeze of her sliding down around him, a perfect fit that would drive him out of his mind. She’d start riding him, her breasts jiggling with each rise and fall, and that perfect friction building between cock and cunt, all hot juices and slippery softness and his dick going deeper and deeper into her until he could feel the electricity rising, building at that sweet spot between balls and spine… He pulled his hand away, half-enjoying the sparking, stuttering feeling of having his orgasm denied. Now he just had to wait. Please, Laurie, I need you. Come to me.
About Nicola Cameron
Nicola Cameron is a married woman of a certain age who really likes writing about science fiction, fantasy, and sex. When not writing about those things, she likes to make Stuff™. And she may be rather fond of absinthe.
While possessing a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to write about it. The skills picked up during her SF writing career transferred quite nicely to speculative romance. Her To Be Written work queue currently stands at around nineteen books, and her mojito-sodden Muse swans in from Bali every so often to add to the list, cackling to herself all the while.
Nicola plans to continue writing until she drops dead over her keyboard or makes enough money to buy a private island and hire Rory McCann as her personal trainer/masseur, whichever comes first.
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