Welcome Nicole thank you for visiting the blog today
Hi and thanks so much for hosting me today. I’m Australian and live in a rural town in the Central Highlands of Victoria. I’ve always had a love of myths, legends, fairytales and medieval history. I write romances across several genres – historical (medieval & Victorian), fantasy and paranormal.
What book have you brought along to tell us about today?
Today I brought along my medieval fantasy, Rain.
On the mountain, high above the village of Farran – Nuri is caught between heaven and hell. Two men fight for her love and her soul. The first is Maras, an elemental being who follows the storms. Nuri knows that he is not human, he’s something more. She believes he is her beautiful fallen angel. But he is transient and is bound to the elements and their love may be as fleeting as the storm itself. The second is Brother Erebus, a pious monk whose tortured soul is twisted by his desire for her.
But Nuri may sacrifice more than her heart when the Church brands her angel a demon. As Brother Erebus will do anything to protect her soul from the silver haired devil, even if he has to crush her body to do it.
Are you working on another book right now?
Yes, I’m working on a couple. The first is a medieval fairytale and the second is a Victorian era romance.
What do you enjoy most about writing?
I love being lost in a world as the story builds and flows.
What do you like the least?
When you plan to write a couple of thousand words and by the end of the day you’ve only manage a couple of hundred. Very frustrating – *grrr*
Would you like to see any of your books as movies?
Oh, yes please.
Can you name any actors you would like to see as the lead characters in your book.
Hmmm, I’m not sure.
What things do you like to do to relax?
Write, read and walk.
Do you have another job as well as writing?
No, I’m lucky enough to write full time.
If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?
Flying – maybe it would get me over my fear of heights.
If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
I think I would still like to live in this area of Australia but a couple of holiday homes in Paris and Venice would be just lovely. ;)
What kind of car would you have if money was no object?
One that doesn’t break down or is nearly as old as my youngest child.
What’s your favorite food?
Just answer these questions as quickly as possible.
Chocolate or vanilla?----- Vanilla
Dog or cat?---- Dog
The film or the book?----- Book
Heels or flats? Flats
Jeans or dress? Jeans
Beach or Snow resort? Snow resort.
Flowers or chocolate? Flowers
Bath or shower? Shower
Do you have anything to share with other authors that might be a help? Don’t let criticism (when it’s not constructive) discourage you. Write because you love it, want and need to. Don’t give up.
Is there anything you would like to say to your readers?
Thanks so much for your support. J
Can you share one of your favorite parts of one of the books?
He hovered high above the ground as the heavy rain ran over his lithe body. As each drop hit his skin, he revelled in the exhilaration of the storm as it swirled around him. With one deft movement his gray wings sent him soaring upward, where he spun and spiralled in the damp, cold air.
There, he hovered until a small movement from below caught his pale, ice-gray eyes. His interest snared, he swooped lower and saw with amusement that a small village lay below. It sat on the side of a river, in the shadow of a great mountain. As he flew closer, he saw its inhabitants running to and fro in a vain attempt to escape from the storm. The smoke from their hearth fires, which burnt so brightly in an endeavour to warm their tiny cottages, curled in the air and wafted up to where Maras flew. In the smoke he could smell ash, herbs, and the aromas of roasted meat, yet almost immediately the rain dissipated the odour and replaced it with its own cool sweetness.
Once, long ago, Maras had been interested in these fragile beings. From afar, he had watched and studied their lives and peculiar habits. Intrigued, he had made the mistake of walking among them. Some had shown promise, but overall he had found them petty and cruel – and after forming this opinion, he had shied away. Now they held little interest for him, although he did find some enjoyment watching them scuttle about in the rain…like little dark beetles or ants.
A crack of thunder in the distance drew his attention. The tempest started to move away from the village and up the mountain – and Maras would follow it.
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