Annie Nicholas writes paranormal and science fiction romance. Read about her hot vampire thrillers, werewolf romantic stories, alpha shifter and sexy alien romance.
Hello Beautiful People! Long time, no see. I haven't used this blog in almost two years. Can you believe that? There was a t...
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Scent of Valor is out today!
To celebrate I have a raffle for $25 GC from Amazon to give away. :)
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Wednesday, October 29, 2014
There will be a contest on my blog tour and I'll post links here to enter. Also on my Facebook page, I will be running random contests all week in celebration.
Last but not least, here's a picture of me from my Walking Dead phone app.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
A bullied young boy befriends a young female vampire who lives in secrecy with her guardian.
It's no secret that I love to read, write, and watch vampires. So it surprised me that I missed this film. I hadn't even known it existed. Someone from Canada was chatting with me about this movie (It's on the Canadian Netflix.) The movie came out in 2010.
Here's the Trailer
The movie appealed to me. It's old school vampire, which I'm a huge fan. I like it when the vampire actually acts like a monster and not a human with a blood fetish. The actress who played the vampire did a beautiful balancing act of innocence and cunning.
I highly recommend this movie to vampire fans who want a new spin on the genre.
author of the ANGLER series
Monday, August 11, 2014
Friday, August 1, 2014
Live bait came in all shapes and sizes. Colby, my new boss, said I fit the mold and offered me enough money to make me reconsider my belief system that humans were on top of the food chain.
Vampires? I’d seen one with my own eyes in Las Vegas. Heck, I watched Colby kill it to save my life, yet part of me still wanted to cling to my old reality where the most dangerous thing that bumped in the night was a criminal.
How hard could it be to lure vampires? Connie Bence was now on the menu.
After a whirlwind week of training, I stepped onto the Jamaican beach and joined the huge summer party. Heavy grief still tore at the hole in my heart. Somehow Colby had taught me how to bottle it so I could paste on a smile while in public.
I lived only half a life. By day a fresh widow, by night a vampire happy meal.
The humidity coated my skin in a thin sheen of sweat and my blond curls stuck to the nap of my neck. Why didn’t I bring a hair band? Swallowing around a lump in my throat, I stripped down to a red bikini, leaving my shorts and t-shirt in a pile on the sand.
Colby had told me to catch attention.
Music played from a radio set on the rocks by the beach. My heart beat in time with the tribal rhythm. Soft sand squeezed between my toes and salt air filled my lungs. Could I pull this off? I moved through the dancers by the bonfire, sweat beading on my forehead and my limbs. The hot tropical night wasn’t the cause though.
I swung my hips to the music, dancing without a partner and pretending not to have a care in the world, when in reality I’d been crushed under death’s heel so many times I didn’t know how it felt not to hurt. No one cared.
The crowd parted and my heart dropped so fast I had whiplash. My mark stood on the fringe of the flickering firelight, watching me with dark, hungry eyes.
I took a shaky breath and shuffled my feet in pretense of dancing. Shit. All my instincts screamed run away!
Glancing at him again, I struggled to breathe as my throat went drier than the snap of static electricity. I was bait. Keep it together. This was my job. If I didn’t do this, he’d kill another girl tonight.
Oh crap, my mental shield. Had the vamp heard my thoughts? Shit, I shouldn’t think vampire out loud. I scrambled through the mind exercises Colby taught me even if it was a little late in the game.
The vampire’s pale skin stood out among the tanned bodies. Even in the heat of the island summer he wore jeans and t-shirt where everyone else had stripped to their bathing suits. His name was Reynold and he’d murdered nine young women in the last two months.
Colby had been hired by the local shaman to stake the bloodsucker and I wanted to watch. The only good vampire was a dead vampire.
I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. Thirst burned in my body and I needed something cool. Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed an ice chest brimming with beers and sodas. Vampires could drink. Maybe I could offer him one? I whirled around but my mark had disappeared. Damn it. Where’d the sneaky bastard go?
Searching the crowd, I couldn’t spot him. Then again, at five foot nothing I didn’t see much. I wove around partiers, trying to hurry without appearing desperate. If he killed again it would be my fault.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder and my gut clenched. I spun around.
Reynold stood in a spot that was vacant a second before. Lean muscles moved under the smooth skin of his bare arms as he offered me a cold soda.
I could have hugged him. The last thing I wanted was to lose my first vampire. Getting him to try and eat me could prove to be more difficult than I’d thought. Would he grow suspicious if I asked him to walk with me along the beach?
He smiled and the firelight glinted off the tip of a delicate sharp fang.
Most humans would have missed it but I’d been taught somewhat to spot the signs of vampirism. Yet all the training in the world couldn’t have prepared me for this moment. A real live—well dead—vampire. I stepped away but quicker than my eye could follow, he grabbed my elbow.
“No fear, ma cher.” He rolled his r’s like a true Frenchman could. His long, graceful fingers easily wrapped around my arm. I could sense the iron strength in them. His mind tried to roll over mine. “You looked so thirsty. I can sympathize.” He offered me the can of soda again.
Who’d have thought death would be kind enough to get me a drink? If I ran maybe he’d follow? We’d be alone on the beach, away from the party with no witnesses. I stared at his handsome face and pictured kissing those full lips.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be alone?
That thought and image came from a foreign place. It didn’t belong to me. Colby showed me how to build a mental shield around my mind to keep vampires from mesmerizing me, but I was an amateur playing a dangerous game. The idea of this jerk in my head scared me more than him biting me.
The vampire’s smile grew wider and he leaned close to my ear. “You know what I am.”
In stupidity, I shook my head. The denial confirmed my knowledge just as much as if I’d said yes. I should have done the silly blond act I’d been practicing and looked confused. Hindsight was a bitch.
“I’ve already fed tonight.” His words hit me. It meant he had already killed. I’d failed and it cost someone their life. He placed the drink in my hand and slipped an arm around my waist.
I squeezed the canned soda until it bent in my grip. If only I could brain this monster with it.
The music changed to sultry jazz. “Perfect.” The word purred from his lips as he stepped to the rhythm and pressed me to his body. “I do love to visit the islands in summer. Fewer tourists and…” He leaned away to trail his gaze down my bikini clad body. “All the pretty girls run around dressed like this.” He quirked an eyebrow my way. “Can’t dance?”
I chugged a few swallows of soda to ease the nausea storming the gates of my throat then tossed the can. Time to get this over with. I smiled at my prey and slipped closer to his body. “Show me.”
Leading us away from the bonfire, we danced out of the light.
He ran a finger down my neck, pausing over my pulse.
“I thought you fed.” My voice trembled as I retreated, leading him further into the wild shrubs and away from the party.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t want a small taste.” He leaped the space that separated us.
To my horror, I screamed and turned to run. I didn’t get far. Instead, I bounced off a solid wall of slayer flesh and landed on my tush in the sand.
Colby strolled between us, a wooden stake in hand as planned. His predatory grace rivaled Reynold’s. Strong and fearless while facing a monster yet cold as a blade of steel, Colby never made me feel comfortable, but I’d take his protection any day. Or night. God forbid I ever got on his bad side.
“Merd.” Reynold slammed on his brakes while his gaze drew to one of the few weapons that could actually do him damage. He twisted mid-retreating step and ran through the slippery sand with unnatural speed.
I rose to my knees and peered into the firelight striped darkness.
Colby somehow kept pace and stabbed Reynold through the back before he reached the party.
Not a single human had noticed the battle ensuing just outside their sight. Their music had made them deaf to my scream.
I raced to Colby’s side.
Reynold fell to his knees clutching his chest as his flesh crumbled around the stake, his ashes mixed in with the sand.
Just like a forgotten nightmare.
My stomach turned and the soda threatened to come back up. “I thought you had to get them in the chest?” I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.
Colby glanced at me over his shoulder. “As long as it goes through the heart the stake will kill them. With the older ones you need to chop off their heads as well.”
Images of decapitated bodies came unwanted to my mind. What the hell had I gotten involved in? The soda didn’t taste good the second time around as I turned away and threw up.
Colby offered me a cotton handkerchief. Who still carried those?
The world spun a little when I straightened and cleaned my mouth, but somehow I found the strength to lock my knees and meet my bosses’ steady green gaze.
Colby wiped his bloody hands on his shorts then ran them through his messy blonde hair. “Good work, Connie. Welcome to the team. We always need fresh bait.”
If you liked this story, the novel Bait that inspired it is free at all etailers like Amazon, B&N, and Apple.
For a chance to win a signed print copy of Ravenous, prequel to Starved for Love.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
I've been very scattered this summer. I usually follow my writing schedule like it was written by God. I'm good at setting attainable goals and finishing them in time. In the last few weeks, I'm all over the place. I make goals then change them before I can finish them.
Originally I wanted to finish the Pia series before the end of summer (I did write 1/4 of the book) but opportunity knocked on my door. There's been some interest in Not his Dragon since I posted the blurb. It only makes sense to finish that project.
So I'm back on track again. I hope. I've spent the last two weeks plotting the book. Yes! Two weeks. When I first came up with the idea, I was thinking to write a novella but now I'm expanding to a full novel.
To help me through my plot issues, I turn to writing guru Michael Hauge. For those writers who have not heard of him or read/listened to his theories on character/plot, you must.
I listen to this audio book frequently. It's my go-to when I get stuck.
Goal for this week: Plot the damn book.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
It's that time of the year again folks. I'm one year older and to celebrate I'm giving stuff away!
One signed print copy of Ravenous.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
Saturday, June 28, 2014
- upload Ravenous to booksites
- write 10k on Succulent
- do two beta reads
Friday, June 27, 2014
Back from school trip to Washington.
It was...a bonding experience.
Our bus broke down repeatedly between Vermont and NJ. (about 11 times) We lost AC and the DVD player. At one point, we broke down in the middle of the NJ turnpike. Our poor bus driver had to run out in traffic to hit a kill switch while trucks swerved around us horns blaring. I thought for sure we'd all die. We were then abandoned at a rest stop for three hours while a bus from Baltimore came to our rescue.
It's in such trying times that bonds for life are formed. Parents and kids joined together doing our best to remain positive. As the following days followed we learned that we were all terrible at following simple instructions like following the group schedule, we could unload and load the bus faster than anyone else, and even though we didn't have to we still stuck together outside the bus confines.
This was the birth of the Black Sheep Clan. Shouts of "Bus Three forever," could be heard where ever we gathered, annoying the crap out of the other more 'functional' buses.
After spending a short trip with these people I have a better understanding how quickly pack and tribe bonds can be formed. I'm sure this will one day be used in future books.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
My oldest son graduates from middle school this week.
I feel old. LOL
I'm very proud of him. He's graduating with honors and has won two awards--Literary Arts and Citizenship.
We purchased his first grown-up suit. *sniff*
Ok, enough with the mushy stuff.
I am stalled with Not his Dragon. I've met the hero/heroine finally and they're fun together. I need conflict for their story and I'm fizzling. So presently its simmering inside my head until I can see the goal to this book. What do I want from it? What's their journey?
Scent of Valor edits are going well if slowly. I'm focusing a lot of my energy on this.
Waiting on Ravenous edits.
Sinful Cravings ARCs are off to reviewers. It will be on Netgalley in July for those who haven't received a copy yet and want one.
Friday, June 13, 2014
First off, I hired my first assistant. I can't express the amount of weight that has lifted off my shoulders. I'm super excited to be working with her.
First round edits of Ravenous done and returned to editor.
Second round of edits for Scent of Valor peeked at, corrected all the major surface stuff, and re-read the first chapter. I want to do another full read next week.
Trying to find a designer for bookmarks since I suck as designing my own. LOL Oh the hours it took me to finally realize this. I really just need to stick to writing. My GIMP program now squeals in fear whenever I click it.
Trying to book the rest of the year's blog tours. I fell behind on this. (see note on assistant need.) So I'm scrambling to find space.
I'm running two contests. The one below for Starved for Love and a special one for Annie's Angels.
Okay, I see a problem with this list. I wrote NO new words this week. This is why I need to recap my weeks.
Today's goal is to make the words happen, even if I have to burn the midnight oil. I'd love to get the first three chapter of Not a Dragon finished.
Off to write!
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Not a Dragon is the book I'm working of for Fated Desire's Paranormal by Mistake line. It will the first book in a new series that will be novella length.
Here's a peek at the working blurb so far:
Sunday, June 8, 2014
The edits just keep rolling in! I guess that's what happens when you turn in a bunch of stuff at the same time. Lesson learned.
My work list:
- Round two edits for Scent of Valor
- Round one edits for Ravenous
- Format Sinful Cravings and send to reviewers. (If you are a reviewer, let me know if you want a copy.)
- Finish bookmarkers
- Start writing Not a Dragon
My schedule for this week:
- Sunday- finish up edits on Ravenous
- Monday- work on Scent edits
- Tuesday- work on Scent edits
- Wednesday- format Sinful and send to reviewers. Maybe work on bookmarks.
- Thursday- write Not a Dragon
- Friday- write Not a Dragon
- Saturday- sleep
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Pia needs to pull on her big girl panties and figure out why Val’s energy supplies have stopped arriving before he kills some unsuspecting succubus. But the demon inside Val is closer to the surface than either of them realize. When Pia leaves, the only thing on its mind is tracking her down and dragging her back into its bed where she belongs...even if it kills her.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
The time is drawing near where all my commitments for the year will be done. I have one more novella to write then I can write whatever I want!!
This sounded exciting a few months ago when I could say, "By then I'll know what I want to write."
I'm not blocked. Not exactly. I have too many stories to tell and I can't pick which one. It's like someone asking me to pick my favorite son. I can't. But the results are the same as a block because I can see July is just around the corner and I should be in plot mode and I'm not.
I wish I had a crystal ball that would tell me which story would be more appreciated. Some people will say, "Write the book of my heart." They're ALL the books of my heart. I want to write them ALL.
I have a dark UF that frightens me, I have dragons, I have paranormal murder mysteries, I have geeks...
You think Rafflecopter has an app I can uses to make decisions?
I think this where an agent would come in handy. Someone who understands the business and will say, "Write this." I even considered picking a name out of a hat. Before someone mentions Angler or Vanguards, they ARE on my roster for this fall. One of them. I'm procrastinating on that decision as well. I'm sure there'll be a whining blog in the fall covering this.
In a few weeks, I'll be forced to buckle down and decide. *flails*
Thursday, May 29, 2014
I've been working a lot at the evil day job this week. It's been crazy busy at the hospital.
Today, though, I'm working on revising Ravenous.
Here's a little snippet.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Releasing July 2014
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
I love my site. I love getting feedback. But my brain is a scattered mess. I need a herder to guide me to what needs doing. Normally, I have an online goals thread which I update religiously to keep me focused but this year I lost interest in it. I think I'll try using this blog that way both of us will know what I'm up to and what is coming up.
First off, I have a ton of new covers I haven't shared because I'm silly like that. I'll start with Scent of Valor, releasing Nov 2014. Peder's book. *pets*
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Koishi finaled in Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence!
I also got a peek at the cover for Scent of Valor. I'll share when I can.
Today was the kind of day when I arrived at work this morning I was sure if I had actually dressed. I somehow managed in my daze and I matched! This is what happens when I'm up late writing.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
Nothing makes me happier when romance holds some joie de vie.
A couple who can laugh together, can love fiercely.
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Saturday, February 22, 2014
Releasing April 7th
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Friday, January 3, 2014
Boy, is it ever cold outside. School was canceled due to wind chill factor. Now THAT's cold. LOL
It was his last year of freedom:
Uyane Meoraq is a Sword of Sheul, God’s own instrument of judgment, victor of hundreds of trials, with a conqueror’s rights over all men. Or at least he was until his father’s death. Now, without divine intervention, he will be forced to assume stewardship over House Uyane and lose the life he has always known. At the legendary temple of Xi’Matezh, Meoraq hopes to find the deliverance he seeks, but the humans he encounters on his pilgrimage may prove too great a test even for him…especially the one called Amber, behind whose monstrous appearance burns a woman’s heart unlike any he has ever known.
From R. Lee Smith, author of Heat and Cottonwood, comes an epic new story of desire, darkness and the dawn that comes after The Last Hour of Gann.
WARNING: This book contains graphic violence, strong sexual content and explicit language. It is intended for mature readers only.
To find her sister, she'll need the help of her big, scary Russian protector--but asking for help from a man like Ivan carries a steep price, one that might just include her heart.
on a double espresso with a mocha latte chaser high.
Charley Davidson isn’t your everyday, run-of-the-mill grim reaper. She’s more of a paranormal private eye/grim reaper extraordinaire. However, she gets sidetracked when the sexy, sultry son of Satan, Reyes Farrow, moves in next door. To further complicate matters, Reyes is her main suspect in an arson case. Charley has vowed to stay away from him until she can find out the truth…but then dead women start appearing in her apartment, one after another, each lost, confused, and terrified beyond reason. When it becomes apparent that her own sister, Gemma, is the serial killer’s next target Charley has no choice but to ask for Reyes’ help. Arsonist or not, he’s the one man alive who could protect Gemma no matter who or what came at her. But he wants something in return. Charley. All of her, body and soul. And to keep her sister safe, it is a price she is willing to pay. Charley Davidson is at it again in Fifth Grave Past the Light, the sexy, suspenseful, and laugh-out-loud funny fifth installment of the New York Times bestselling series by Darynda Jones.
After being murdered and then brought back to life, Harry Dresden soon realizes that maybe death wasn’t all that bad. Because he is no longer Chicago’s only professional wizard.
He is now Winter Knight to Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness. Her word is his command. And her first command is the seemingly impossible: kill an immortal. Worse still, there is a growing threat to an unfathomable source of magic that could mean the deaths of millions.
Beset by enemies new and old, Harry must gather his friends and allies, prevent an apocalypse, and find a way out of his eternal subservience before his newfound infinite powers claim the only thing he has left to call his own…
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