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There’s a screen – and it isn’t tangible. Author Interview.

Smoke Screen Book Cover Smoke Screen
The Blue Trilogy, #2
K. Nilsson
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Independent
Publication date: October 29th 2020

She was a distraction. He was a mistake.
Now they’re in each others’ way.

Rookie investigator Devyn Foster knows the pain of losing family. It’s what drives her to do what she does – finding the missing and the lost and returning them to their families.

Her latest assignment is no different, finding the computer a whiz who disappeared while working on a mysterious project. Even though his case has gone cold, she won’t let his elderly parents suffer. She will find him and return him back to them.

But that was before the one-night stand that changed everything…

Private Investigator Max Carson has never let anything—or anyone—stop him from getting the job done. So when he’s hired to track down a software program that could change the world, that’s exactly what he’s going to do… until he finds himself in a dead heat with a woman who’s just as determined as he is to get the job done on her own terms.

Now Max has to deal with two problems: how to get Devyn out of the way… and out of his heart.

Fun Facts about Author

Where did you get your penchant for writing?

I grew up in a family who recounted family lore all the time.  It was a way family history was passed on from generation to generation.  Additionally, books I read in my youth, Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, and comics hooked me on suspense stories.  Italian novellas hooked me on romance.

Favorite Genres for reading and writing

Reading: Thrillers, mysteries, historical fiction, including regency romance, young adult, contemporary and women’s fiction

Writing preference: a combination of romance and suspense. 

Inspirations: Movies, history, and personal stories, and art history.

Favorite activity: travelling.  I’m an avid foodie who cooks and posts too much food porn, but I include my own recipes in the newsletters.

Can you give us a brief overview of your latest book? Is it part of a series?

The latest books are part of a series––The Blue Trilogy.  Though the genre is enemies to lovers and romantic suspense.  The two characters had a one-night stand where the man ghosted the woman as soon as the tryst ended.  He was a real cad.  Imagine the emotions when they are sitting across from each other in a conference room.  They cross paths seeking a missing person and technology theft.

What character(s) in your books are your favorite?

The female character, Grace, from The Confessional, got into my head and made me feel all the emotions, pain, shame, fear, and hope.  I wish all my characters would turn out that way.  The male character, Saint, was the worst kind of scum in the beginning of the book.  I had to dial back the depth of vile in his personality.

Do you outline your story or just go where your muse takes you?

Both.  I started my first books writing my stories by the seat of my pants––hence the term panster.  However, this method caused me to backtrack and spent more time doing that than fine tuning the story.  I appreciate the need for an outline, now.  But eventually, I go off-road and capture the story as it develops in my mind.

Did you hire an editor to review your manuscript before publishing?

Yes, I have editors.  I’ve used a content editor for the trilogy. The other type of editors reviews the manuscript line by line, pointing out inconsistencies such as timeline issues, relationships among the characters, locations or physical proximities––things like that.  It’s hard to get a manuscript perfect, but the obvious errors should be caught.  My proofreader is a magical combination of the three AND she makes sure the grammar and punctuation are correct.

What kinds of marketing [Twitter, Facebook, blog, forums] are you involved with for promoting your book(s)?

I promote my books mostly on Facebook, Instagram, and sometimes on Twitter.  I don’t advertise on Facebook much because I find the dashboard challenging to use.  When I think everything is set up and hit post, they’ve kicked back the ads due to issues with wording and photos showing too much skin.  Instagram has been easier for me to use for advertising. 

Do you find it difficult to juggle your time between marketing your current book and writing your next book?

Yes.  I can’t do both at the same time without the other suffering.  While the books are going through the first phase of editing, I devote that time to designing teasers, videos, and formulating the template for takeovers, newsletter, and giveaways.  I love using RIPL to make my own videos.  When I get the editor’s feedback, review the suggestions and get back to work.

What advice would you give a new author just entering into the self-publishing arena?

Make notes on what you want to write immediately. Don’t let the brief thoughts or ideas slip away.  Write the synopsis or blurb.  It could serve as your roadmap for the book.  Read a lot of the genre in which you want to write.  Get some readers to look over your synopsis and first chapter.  Get help planning your release. 

Some fun facts about you, which do you prefer –

Dogs or cats? I like both.  You better include birds.

Chocolate or vanilla? Strawberry, mint chocolate chip, Sicilian pistachio

Coffee or Tea? Coffee at home, expresso while traveling, chamomile when it’s cold

Talk or Text? I hate texting, but it’s convenient when I don’t have time to talk.

Day or Night? I’m a night owl.

What’s next for you?

Dead Heat May 2021

Satan’s Overlord (temporary title) December 2021

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GALLERY OF CHARACTERS FOR SMOKE SCREEN, BLUE TRILOGY

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DEVYN FOSTER, ROOKIE PRIVATE INVESITAGOR WITH A SOFT SPOT FOR MISSING PERSONS AND THEIR FAMILIES

MAX CARSON, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR WITH A JADED PAST WHO DISCARDED DEVYN AFTER A ONE NIGHT STAND

BEN ROSENBERG, FORMER MOSSAD, DEVYN’S BOSS, AND APPARENT AUTHORITY FIGURE

KAI LIN, MISSING CHINESE NATIONAL

AUTHOR BIO:

K. Nilsson’s love of reading began with the Bobbsey twins. When she ran across some Italian True Romance novellas stashed in the attic, the musty serials hooked her on adult fiction. Though black and white photos were dramatic enough to know what the stories were about, she taught herself to read in Italian and translated them to her friends.  She’s an unapologetic reviewer of books, restaurants, and vacation destinations.  An amateur photographer, K. loves taking editorial photos and documenting her travels. Her personal philosophy, sleeping is a waste of time.

Author links:

https://www.instagram.com/kimbernilsson/

https://twitter.com/kimber_nilsson

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TikTok Nana

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Nadia Lee
Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance
Independent
September 12th 2020

If any of my over-protective brothers ask, I’m pregnant via immaculate conception. Otherwise, the baby I’m carrying could be the death of one hot billionaire…

Jo

After a succession of relationships bad enough to set a Guinness World Record, running into a ruggedly handsome billionaire feels like a sign. Edgar is from out of town, mesmerizing, and his voice reminds me of Louisiana heat. Just listening to him makes my toes curl. So I throw aside all caution and spend the hottest night of my life in his bed, knowing we’ll never see each other again.

Until a positive pregnancy test brings him back into my life. And now he only wants to marry me to do right by the baby, but here’s the thing…

I’ll never settle. I want what my parents have: true love. Nothing — not even the electric chemistry that crackles every time Edgar and I are together — will deter me from that goal.

Edgar

Love is like alcohol. It destroys clarity and impairs judgment. I’ve seen my parents making one bad decision after another in the name of love, destroying our family.

But Jo wants love before she’ll marry me. So I’ll approximate it. Unlike my father, I’ll make sure my child knows she’s cherished (contrary to what Jo thinks, I know it’s a girl). I’m too sensible to fall in love and disrupt my already well-ordered life, even though every second I spend with her feels like skydiving without a parachute…

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Loved the Mexican family vibe and seethed over the manipulative Mum – and still wanting more of this family’s stories. Especially the older brothers.

A really funny story with lots of interest and snark and good story telling.

And look out for Nana and her dancing….

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A Christmas to Die For
Jessica Frances
Genres: Fantasy, LGBTQ+, Romance, Science Fiction
Independent
Publication date: December 4th 2020

Drink way too much tequila at the office Christmas party? Check.
Get fired after doing something stupid at said Christmas party? Check.
Hallucinate flying reindeers in the sky? Check.
Watch those flying reindeer turn into naked people …? Check?
Discover magical elves are trying to kill you? Um … Wait! I don’t want to check that one!

Either I’m having the most epic blackout or my hangover has thrown me into the craziest world that has ever existed. I just found out that Santa is not only real, but he and his people can shapeshift into reindeer. I also just discovered that elves are real, which would be cool, except they’re evil and want to kill me! If that wasn’t bad enough, the elves and reindeer are at war with each other. So, not exactly like the cheery, heartwarming stories we’ve been told.

If a war between elves and reindeer isn’t shocking enough, it hardly holds a candle to finding out that I’m supposed to be the one person who can save an entire planet. Yeah, talk about being totally unqualified for the job. At least that overshadows the fact that I might now have a Santa kink when the young, hot, white-haired warrior is sent to protect me. But can I really help save Santa and his people? Can I stop the elves? Or is everyone doomed to suffer the deadliest Christmas ever?

To find out if this will be a Christmas to die for, buckle up in your sleigh, pour yourself an eggnog, and sing a Christmas tune, because this tale is about to get jolly and insane.

Excerpts: A Christmas to Die For

#1

For some reason—probably because I’m drunk—I feel more alone tonight than I have in a long time. I worry that maybe I won’t bounce back as easily as I have before.

When am I going to feel secure? Safe?

“Ru …” I whine, moving back to the front of my imaginary friend and staring at his bright red nose. This has to be the most ridiculous thing in the world, but I still grab some of his fur in the front and tug. “Come down here.”

My six-foot two stature isn’t tall enough for my new fake, furry friend, but I need a hug. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time I felt like I needed this, or the last time I had a hug. How sad is that?

Given this isn’t real, Rudolph is surprisingly stubborn. In fact, I have to use every bit of strength I have to get his large face to come near me, and I get the distinct impression he’s not happy. But I don’t care. He’s from my imagination, and I need a damn hug.

I wrap my arms around his too-wide neck and attempt to pull myself together, finding a comfort there that would likely get me put in a mental institution for life.

Whooshing noises sound around us, but I barely hear it over my deep breathing.

Why do I feel like crying? Men don’t cry. Well, not unless they have just thrown their guts up over their naked body from stage fright after attempting a career as a cam boy. I gave myself a pass that day.

But, even though I’m in complete denial about crying, tears wet my face as I give in to the feeling of despair and loneliness. Why do I have to be such a fuckup? Why does everything and everyone I touch turn to shit?

Heat overwhelms me, soaking away the cold that crept into my body after lying on the icy ground, and though the breeze is chilly and promising a future snowstorm, I suddenly have the urge to take off my jacket.

“You’re like a furnace,” I grumble at Rudolph, not removing my grip.

For some unlikely reason, this hug with my fake reindeer is the best thing to happen to me since the two weeks I was able to get a signal on my TV at home and could stream unlimited shows for that entire fortnight. I’m not ready to give it up yet, even if I’m probably just hugging a tree while picturing my fake reindeer.

I keep my eyes closed, my breathing finally calming down, when I notice something moving against me—perhaps Rudolph trying to shake me off. Either way, at the feel of something hard against the entire length of my body, I open one eye to find I’m no longer hugging a supersized reindeer.

Huh?

I’m hugging a man!

“Shit!” I gasp, dropping my hands from around the neck of a strange man who must be over eight feet tall, given he still has to bend over for me to hug him. Then I promptly fall on my ass, not feeling the impact since I’m still in shock.

I wipe my eyes, first to get the wetness out of them, and then because what I’m seeing can’t be real.

At first, all I notice is that every bit of hair on this giant’s head is white, and he has a lot of hair—a mane on his head and a crazy huge beard any biker would be proud of. It’s so odd to see such prominent white hair on a man who looks my age, because this giant is not old, even given the wizened color of his hair. No, I would put money that he isn’t older than thirty. In fact, every person here has the same stark white hair as my Rudolph, though they all look similar in age to him.

That’s odd, right?

Okay, scratch that, the weird part is clearly the changing from animal to human. Not the hair situation. Still …

#2

Unfortunately, just a few feet from reaching what I hope will be freedom, several arrows—which look to be on fire!—shoot down from the sky. They miss me, but most become embedded against the walls and roof of my house.

I have one moment to wonder what the hell they are before the building explodes.

An invisible, heated shockwave hits me, taking me off my feet and pushing me backward. I slam into a tree trunk and crack my head, giving me an instant headache.

Arms wrap around me, gripping tight enough to cut off my breathing, and my view of my exploding home instantly changes to the tree line surrounding my property as I’m shuffled away from the wreckage.

I look up to find Rudolph holding me. So … not a tree, then.

Then I realize he’s still naked!

This can’t be happening.

He shields me from the debris flying through the air; all my worldly possessions becoming nothing more than burning embers and rubble.

“No!” I groan while the pounding in my head worsens.

I need to wake up. I need to get away.

A growl has me looking back up at Rudolph, the vibration of it rumbling through my own body while I’m still tightly held against him. He turns us back to the crater that used to have my house sitting there.

Rudolph’s gaze is fierce, and I notice the men and women from before are turning back into reindeer. As in, their bodies are changing shape until they are no longer human!

What the fuck?

“Ru?” I gasp, my entire world now shaken to its core.

I barely have time to process that everything I owned, everything I have collected over the years, is now gone before someone lands over the rubble. In fact, many beings land. Dozens of them.

Somewhat belatedly, under the light of the moonlit clouds and glowing embers that used to be my house, I register that these beings barely look human. Their ears are pointed, their teeth sharp as they hiss at us, and their eyes are black. The clothes they wear are a dull green, and they each have dozens of arrows and spears at their backs in a pouch. Actually, some of them already have arrows and spears in hand, moving their arms back in the same way a javelin thrower might.

Are these the elves Rudolph mentioned earlier?

Okay, reindeer and elves? This has to be some sort of cosmic joke on me. Then again, the destruction of my house is no joke. And the deadly intent on the elves’ faces, as they look to be preparing an attack, is definitely no joke.

In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m screwed. And crazy.

Can’t forget the crazy part.

#3

“So, you like the milk, but what about the cookie?” He slides a plate that has sat off to the side of us the entire meal. On it is a large, round object with dark spots. My human called it a chocolate chip cookie when he asked for it. It’s large enough to take up the entire plate.

“You expect me to eat that?” I can’t even muster up any sort of enthusiasm for it. It looks like hard dirt with specks of dark mud in it.

“Yep, but only after you get a refill. The best way to eat a cookie is to dunk it in milk.”

I eye the cookie again, wondering why I’m even considering putting myself through all of this for my human.

“Are you sure this is important? We could be back in the hotel room …” I remind him, hoping the nudge will push him in the right direction, which would be any direction away from this cookie at this point.

Unfortunately, a waitress refills my glass, and then my human rips off a small chunk from the cookie.

“Please?”

I’m the Santa of Christmas, the highest rank in our military, the wartime leader of my people, and one of the most feared foes of the elves, yet here I am, succumbing to my human, who is force-feeding me rubbish.

What have I become?

Scrounging together whatever bravery and fearlessness I hold during battles, I take the offered poison and dunk it in the milk. Then I close my eyes as I shove the entire thing in my mouth.

I consider just swallowing it whole, figuring my body can save me from the taste, but already my body heat helps to melt whatever ingredients are in this cookie so it crumbles into my mouth.

And … I have to say, it’s not that bad.

AUTHOR BIO:

Jessica lives in Adelaide, South Australia. When she is not writing, you can find her reading, napping or watching excessive amounts of TV. Connect with her on Facebook and Goodreads.


Author links:
http://jessicafrancesauthor.blogspot.com/
https://www.facebook.com/JessicaFrancesAuthor/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7236316.Jessica_Frances

https://www.instagram.com/jessica_frances_author/

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What begins – but how does it end?

Violent Beginnings Book Cover Violent Beginnings
A Dark Enemies To Lovers, Mafia Romance
by C. Hallman & J.L. Beck
Genres: Adult, Dark Romance, Romance
Independent
Publication date: November 28th 2020

The deal was sealed the moment she stepped onto that stage.

It was like seeing a ghost. Sunshine blonde hair, pale skin, and azure blue eyes that held a thousand secrets.

I didn’t know what caused her to end up on that auction block.
And I didn’t care either.

All I knew was that I had to have her…no matter the cost.

One-million dollars later and she became just that.

Mine to break.
Mine to use.
Mine to keep.

But we all have secrets and when I discover hers no one will be able to save her from me.

Excerpts: 

“What’s your name?” I ask after we’ve been driving for a few minutes.

“Fallon,” she whispers, almost inaudible.

“I already know that. What’s your last name?”

 I need to make sure she’s not related to Victoria before I let this go any further.

“Brice,” she says hesitantly.

Brice… I tap my fingers against the steering wheel. I’ve never heard of anyone by that last name before, but I’ll still have someone look into her when we get to the safe house. I have to be sure. I know just the person to do that.

Although, I’m sure my brother will not be happy that I’m contacting him for a favor.

I think further on questions I should ask her like this is a fucking date, and I didn’t just pay one million dollars for her body.

“Where are you from, Fallon?”

“Sun Valley.” She doesn’t offer any more than the bare minimum.

“Have you always lived there?”

“Yes.” A second passes, and then she asks the question that dooms both of us. “What are you going to do to me?”

Gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, I grit my teeth and answer her truthfully.

“I don’t know yet.”

I just don’t fucking know…

Excerpt: 

“If I don’t matter to you, then why did you kill that man the other night? Why didn’t you just let him go?” I fire back. What could possibly be his excuse? 

Markus’s nostrils flare, and I swear he wants to murder me. The look in his eyes tells me he’s completely done with my shit. It’s a miracle I’ve made it as long as I have. I’d have run by now, but there’s something I need from him, and also, I don’t want to die. 

“I killed him because, one, you’re mine. Two, I paid good money for you, and I don’t plan on wasting that money. Three, you’re fucking mine. He came here, showed up uninvited,  intending to get close to you. He’s lucky that death was the only thing he got.” The possessive tone of his voice frightens me. 

 He really does only see me as an object and not a breathing, living person.

Excerpt:

ly in the eyes and expecting to live. 

Stalking toward me, he wraps a hand around my wrist and pulls me into his chest like a rag doll. “You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know a liar when I see one?” 

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer him before he twists me around, forcing my back against his chest. I’m facing the nameless man now, and I can feel the tears in my eyes threatening to break free and run down my cheeks. 

Wrapping an arm around my middle to hold me in place, he slips his hand into my sweatpants, and I freeze. My entire body becomes an iceberg. 

What is he going to do? 

            His thick fingers move down over my smooth skin, trailing lower and lower while my heart races faster and faster in my chest. When he makes contact with my mound, I almost scream. The only reason I don’t is that I’m sure that’s what he wants, to terrify me, to get a reaction out of me. 

            “You like this, don’t you? Seeing me so close to the edge. That’s why you won’t tell me? You want to see how close I’ll get before I completely lose it?”

            My bottom lip trembles, and I’m about to tell him, no, that this is wrong, that he needs to stop and let this man go, but two fingers slide between my folds and find my clit. The world around me spins. 

AUTHOR BIOs:

J.L. Beck is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR, she has written over fifty different romance novels. She started her journey of writing back in 2014 and hasn’t slowed down a second since then.

She’s captivated by real romance, and loves reading about strong “ALPHA” males, as well as sassy heroines that know or may not know what they want. She is best known for delivering a happily ever after but has ended things on a cliffhanger a time or two.

When she’s not typing away at her next book you can find her being a mom to her two adorable kiddos and wife to her high school sweetheart.

She’s obsessed with Starbucks, social media, and is definitely more of a dog person than cat.


Author links:

https://www.facebook.com/AuthorJLBeck/

https://www.instagram.com/authorjlbeck/

https://dl.bookfunnel.com/k4ordpbhzu

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8425041.J_L_Beck

Born and raised in Germany, Cassandra moved to the United States when she was eighteen. She always had a love for reading, that love slowly transpired into writing. She put fingers to the keyboard and started writing about the dark side of romance. 


Cassandra is one half of the international bestselling author duo Beck & Hallman, who are most knows for the writing the Northwood University series.
The pair also write under the pen name Jenna Reed.

Author links:

https://www.facebook.com/CassandraHallmanhttps://www.goodreads.com/user/show/90264458-cassandra-hallmanhttps://www.instagram.com/cassandra_hallman/https://www.bookbub.com/profile/cassandra-hallmanhttps://twitter.com/CassyHallman

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When the wind whistles…

Hexing with a Chance of Tornados Book Cover Hexing with a Chance of Tornados
Grimm Cove #2
Mandy M Roth
Argus Industrial
(9 April 2017)
370

A storm is brewing and so is a budding romance.I've been told I'm a force to be reckoned with. That I blow onto the scene like a tornado. I've stopped caring if that's a compliment or a dig. Now I just wear it like a badge of honor. So when life threw me a curveball and I ended up going from a cushy job in New York City to the tiny Southern town of Grimm Cove, I thought I was ready for anything.Ha! Not quite.You see, Grimm Cove is teeming with supernaturals. And since I've known they exist for a hot minute, I'm still in a state of total shock. When I learn that I come from a long line of witches and demon slayers, the stakes (pun intended) get even higher and sharper.These monsters aren't make-believe. They're out for blood.I'm trying to decide if having the alpha of the local wolf-shifter pack nipping at my heels is an asset in this fight, or if he's one more person I need to watch my back around. I just wish he wasn't so sexy and didn't smell so good. He'd be a lot easier to resist. I have enough going on in my life as it is. I really do not have time for all this fated mate crap everyone keeps telling me about. My head and heart are at war and now isn't the time for distractions, especially since it's painfully clear that something evil wants me dead.

A town full of supernaturals is Grimm Cove and a bit of shock for our narrator, Dana, especially when she finds out her own lineage – with witches and demon slayers hiding in there. Jeffrey is our hero – he’d been in the military – a lot of wolf shifters/werewolves and other strong supernaturals tend to end up in it as it is a good outlet for the more youthful energy and need to chase! Now in Grimm Cove, Jeffrey was the pack Alpha and as wolves were the largest supers in the area, he tended to be the go-to person in the area.

The Van Helsings are demon slayers of course – and not the type of people that wolves make friends of. And then there’s Gilbert – a deer shifter – again not the type of friend for a wolf especially when he got drunk or went into Rut.

Dana had a best friend, Poppy, who had been married and now was going through a nasty divorce and wanted to go back to her hometown to recuperate. Which just happened to be Grimm’s Cove. And then there was Marcy, Dana’s father’s friend – a little flaky? Together they all move back to share the house left to Poppy by her grandmother and there the romances begin -Fated Mates turning up to give the romance element.

This was a fun story and Mandy writes in a good chick lit style. Within the series about Grimm Cove all 3 girls find romance but at present, only 3 of a 5-book series are published Book 3 is Marcy’s story – see later review.

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