I have a very special treat for everyone! My very dear friend Nicki Elson has a new book and she’s given me a great teaser to we your appetites! You’ve got to see this one–a great addition to an AMAZING series
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WHEN IT HOLDS YOU has been selected as a TOP PICK at The Romance Reviews!
“Nicki Elson has become my MUST read new contemporary romance author! The sex is hot, but the emphasis is on emotions in this book. They really are made for each other.”
WHEN IT HOLDS YOU
Virtual. That’s where she was supposed to stay—only in my online gaming life. I never intended to meet up with her in person. And I certainly hadn’t counted on her being who she is.
Cliff Walsh has dozens of hot, smart, and willing paramours in his video games. Who needs to look further? The twenty-eight year old attorney is done getting his heart smashed by real-life women who fit his perfect-mate checklist. From now on, he vows to keep his romances digital-only…until a certain redheaded gamer twists all his preconceptions and touches a place in his heart he didn’t know existed.
I always thought I knew what love would look like, but sometimes you don’t recognize it until the moment when it holds you. ~Cliff
WHEN IT HOLDS YOU is a stand-alone novel in The It Series family.
Other titles in the series:
WHEN IT HITS YOU, coming January 2017
One Song to Rule Them All
Whenever Nicki has an author over at her place, she always asks the same question. So we thought it was only fair to turn the tables and make her answer it.
*ahem* Nicki, if you had to choose one song that best captures the essence of WHEN IT HOLDS YOU, what would it be and why?
Nicki: Why, what a fascinating question. I choose “Turn My Heart” by Nick Pitera. First, I love the song’s playful yet emotional energy. It’s what I hoped to capture in the telling of Cliff’s story. As Nick sings, it’s the story of a heart rewired—perfect for my boy Cliff, who had to sort of turn his heart off and recalibrate before opening up to true love.
Excerpt from WHEN IT HOLDS YOU by Nicki Elson
He bowed his head, clamping his eyes tight, as if the pressure of his eyelids could ease his internal pain. Giving up on that, he slowly opened his eyes, looking straight at the slight paunch of his bare waist curving above the waistband of his pajama pants. A workout would soothe his nerves. He’d been more faithful to the gym recently, determined to get back to fighting weight. He was making good progress, but Chicago deep-dish and beef sandwiches were wicked sirens. Lord knew he was a fool for wicked sirens…
But Trish wasn’t wicked. She was open-hearted, caring, fun, smart, and so damned beautiful. He should’ve turned and run the second he’d seen her sitting at the reception desk on his first day at River South Partners. She’d been his unattainable crush throughout undergrad when they were both at University of Iowa. He should’ve known their dynamic would never change. Instead, he took the chance reunion as a sign that his time had finally come.
Standing straight, he groaned at how wrong he’d been and lumbered to the living room. It was too late for the gym. Standing in front of the TV, he lowered to the spot on the rug that should’ve been imprinted with ass marks by now. He’d get a virtual workout via his latest video game. His abs were already perfectly toned in that world. And the beautiful girls were programmed to be into him.
He started the game and focused on doing what he needed to do to level up. If he saw something nice for the non-player character he was romancing along the way, he’d pick it up for her. If only romancing Trish could be as easy. One law degree and a promising career later, he was still jonesing for this girl—and probably always would be. A cyborg jumped in front of him. On total reflex, he leveled his ray gun, splitting the monster’s head into a hundred bits of oozing bone and metal.
Nicki Elson writes spicy fiction with a sweet and dreamy center. She does other stuff, too…like obsess over Survivor and The Bachelor (and she’s not ashamed to admit it).
Writing fiction wasn’t something Nicki set out to do; it just sort of happened when she realized writing reports was by far her favorite part of her investment consulting position. She traded stock allocation and diversification for story arcs and dialogue and now weaves creative writing into her life with her family in the Chicago suburbs.
Free to read in #KindleUnlimited
Hi all! I am so thrilled the cover for A KING WILL RISE (Legendary Saga #4) is out to the world! I’ve got it here along with a few other new banners and images!
You can get caught up on all of the adventures of Aliana and the New Knights of the Round Table before the release of A KING WILL RISE in December! Just click any of the book covers on the side of this site and you’ll be linked!
This is only the beginning! I have so many things in mind between now and December! Be sure to stay tuned.
Keep scrolling down for my post in the 2016 Fall YA Scavenger Hunt!
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Welcome to Fall 16 YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event is designed as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors…and a chance to find new favorite authors and win some great prizes! At this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content, you’ll get a number clue from each author for the team hunt. Add up the numbers for each individual team, and you can enter for our prizes–one lucky winner will receive ONE SIGNED BOOK from each author on the hunt team! This year there are 6 teams total you can explore and enter the giveaways for! But you have to play fast. This contest will only be open for 5 days! go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt, the rules, the other teams, and all the prizes up for grabs!
This is one of my favorite events and I love taking part, and this time I’m on #TeamBlue
How to play: Each author on my #TeamBlue have listed a certain number; collect the numbers of all the authors on #TeamBlue and then add them up (don’t worry, you can use a calculator!). Once you’ve added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.
Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian’s permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by October 9th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.
I am hosting author J. Keller Ford and her new book
IN THE SHADOW OF THE DRAGON KING
A realm on the brink of war. Three teens destined to stop it. One dragon bent on seeing they don’t…
For her exclusive content, J. Keller has given me the original first chapter of IN THE SHADOW OF THE DRAGON KING!
I gotta say, between the cover and little blurb and now seeing this cut chapter, I am really interested to learn more I think you all will be too!
Don’t miss your chance with this one.
David Heiland woke to the sound of the garbage truck rumbling down the street.
“Crap! She’s gonna kill me!”
He scrambled to get dressed then raced from his room to the end of the hall, stumbled down the servant’s stairs into the kitchen, and out the back door. Hurdling over the porch banister, David landed in the soft snow. Cursing at not grabbing his coat and gloves, he squashed the overflowing garbage into the bin and lugged it down the long driveway to the curb, arriving just in time for its contents to be discarded. Two houses down, Mrs. Fenton, a small, spidery old woman with crooked fingers and waist-length strands of white hair, dragged her empty bin to the side of her house.
Leaving the empty bin behind, David ran up the drive to the home he shared with his governess, Nan – a colonnaded mansion nestled in the magnolias and oaks at the end of a cul-de-sac.
Inside the foyer, he stomped the snow from his shoes, and then stepped into the central entryway. He stopped for a moment and gazed at the grand staircase, making a mental note to remove the Christmas garland from the sweeping banisters that sloped to each side in a curl above the long hallway.
Entering the antique-infested parlor to his right, David collected his book from the top of the glass-cased credenza. He had just entered the adjoining dining room when the front doors burst open, ushering in a gust of damp wind. What the hell?” he said, returning to the foyer. He
pushed the heavy doors closed and clicked the deadbolt. “There, open now,” he challenged them. Behind him, the grandfather clock chimed seven times.
The smell of fresh-brewed coffee beckoned him down the hall. He picked up an envelope from the floor – Nan’s name, ‘Lysbeth Perish’, written in a distinct but unfamiliar hand across the front. Tucking it alongside his book, David ambled into the greatroom at the rear of the house. The morning news droned from the television above the stone fireplace. Nan’s voice called out to him from the kitchen.
“Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?”
He glanced to his right to see her pouring a cup of coffee.
“Yep,” he said, tossing the letter on the lapis countertop.
Nan looked up. Her mouth broadened into a wide smile; her bright blue eyes twinkled with amusement. “What’s with the hair, sweetie? Ever hear of a comb?” She remotely clicked off the television.
He shrugged, running his fingers through his shoulder-length brown hair. “It’s windy as hell out there, and do you have any idea how cold it is?” He snatched an apple and vaulted over the back of the couch into the soft cushions.
“I haven’t been out yet but all the news channels are saying this is the coldest day Havendale has seen in almost a century. Speaking of which – would you do me a favor and stoke the fire, please?”
He rolled his eyes and shut his book. “Sure, why not. It’s what I live for. By the way, I found that letter on the floor in the entry. It’s addressed to you.”
“On the counter.”
Nan flipped her auburn hair over her narrow shoulders, pulled up her sleeves and examined the envelope. “How strange? Where did you say you found this?”
“Next to the stairs.” He threw the apple core and a log on the fire. They both crackled and popped. “I thought maybe you dropped it.”
“No. I’ve never seen it before.” Frown lines etched across her forehead as long, delicate fingers slit open the envelope and unfolded the page.
A gasp caused David to look up. Her hand clutched the blue stone dangling from her neck. Their eyes locked. Then, without a word, she fled out the back door.
“What the…?” Dropping the poker, David hurdled over the couch and rushed after her.
“Nan?” He walked the entire veranda but she was gone. Vanished. All he found was the letter clinging to the bottom step. Snatching it, he hurried back to the warmth of the kitchen. Pressing his back to the door, he read the words:
My dearest Lysbeth,
Please forgive my quick hand but time is short and the danger here grows stronger every day. Even as I write this, the enemy draws closer. It is difficult to recognize friend from foe. No one is protected from the darkness that pervades our lives. I can only hope our son remains safe in your care. With luck, we shall return to you both on the tenth day of the new year. Please pray the heavens will guide us home. With deep affection.
There was no signature.
David collapsed in a chair at the kitchen table and read the letter again, trying to wrap his mind around the strangely written words and their implications. His brow furrowed. The words didn’t make sense. He reached for the phone.
The longest ten minutes of his life passed before his best friend, Charlotte Stine, knocked on the door. He ran down the hall and ushered her inside. She barely had time to remove her coat before he dragged her to the kitchen.
“David, what’s wrong with you?” She pulled the wool cap from her head, smoothing her waist-length chestnut hair over one shoulder.
He tossed the letter on the table. “That’s what’s wrong with me. Go on. Read it.”
Charlotte sat down and read the words – twice – and then shook her head as if ridding her mind of a bad dream. Nervous laughter escaped her throat. “That – that’s just twisted, David. It’s gotta be a joke. Your folks are dead.”
“Of course they are. I mean, Nan would have told you otherwise, right? This is just somebody screwing with your head.”
“Then why did she look like she saw a ghost when she read it?”
Charlotte shook her head. “I don’t know but there’s got to be an explanation. Come on. Think about it. Why would she lie to you about your parents?”
“I don’t know, but this letter freaked her out and I have to find out why.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ll confront her when she gets back.”
“And what if you find out she lied to you?”
He leaned against the counter, his thumbs hooked on his belt loops, a blank look on his face. “I don’t know.” He glanced up at Charlotte. “I don’t know.”
The kitchen fell quiet. Charlotte read the letter again. “You know, it says they’re coming home on the tenth. That’s Monday. That only gives you two days – “
“I know.” David sat across from her staring into space. He remained quiet for some time before he said, “Do you really think this could be somebody’s sick idea of a joke?”
Charlotte shrugged. “Maybe. Either way, it’s not good.”
David snorted. “You’re not kidding.” He hunched over, his elbows on his knees, and cracked his knuckles. A stray breeze rushed inside as the back door opened and Nan stepped inside.
She smiled at Charlotte and said, “Hello.”
Charlotte stood and returned the greeting. Looking somewhat awkward she said, “I was, –er, just leaving.”
David followed Charlotte to the foyer and helped her with her coat. “Thanks for coming over,” he said.
“No problem.” She glanced down the hall then back at David. “Call me if you need to talk, okay?”
He hugged her and said, “I will. Bye.”
David closed the door and plodded down the hall. He found Nan standing beside the fire in the greatroom warming her hands. She regarded David warily out of the corner of her eye.
He straddled the arm of the couch, his arms crossed about his chest in a protective manner. “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
She glanced at him, a penitent look on her face. “There’s nothing to tell, David.”
His blue eyes darkened to black. “What do you mean there’s nothing to tell? What about this?” He thrust the letter toward her.
She patted her pants pockets, her eyes widened in surprise. “Where did you get that?”
“Hmm, let me think…you dropped it?”
She straightened and faced the fire. David waited for her to continue. Irritated by her silence, he said, “I’m waiting.”
I don’t know what you want me to say, David.”
“How about telling me what you know about my parents and what this letter means? Then, you can tell me why you lied to me for fifteen freaking years! Why did you tell me my parents were dead when you knew damn well they weren’t?”
“Do not put words in my mouth, David. I never told you your parents were dead. You presumed them to be so. It was the way you dealt with them not being around.” She brushed past him.
“But you let me believe it. Why? Why would you do that if it wasn’t true? Why would you lie to me?”
“I did not lie to you.” She poured a glass of juice.
“Yes you did! This letter confirms it!”
She swallowed the contents and set the glass on the counter. “You shouldn’t always believe what you read.”
“Then what should I believe? You?” David asked. “Perhaps if you told me the truth -“
She spun around. “What truth do you want, David? The one that applies now? Five minutes ago? Last year? There are so very many to choose from.”
“What in the hell is that supposed to mean? The truth is the truth. Period.”
“No. The truth is a very slippery fish, David – hard to grasp and even harder to hang onto. Just when you think you have it, it slips through your fingers and each time you reach for it, you grasp a different one. This is a very strange fish you’ve discovered and there are many things about it you do not understand.”
“Then explain them to me. I am almost sixteen, you know. I think I can handle it.”
She turned her back to him and faced the sink. “I can’t.”
He blinked. “Can’t or won’t? All it takes is a simple yes or no. Are my parents alive?”
She turned, her face set hard, her tone unyielding. “I can’t tell you that.”
“Why not! They’re MY parents. You have no right to keep them from me!”
“As your legal guardian I have every right to do what I feel is in your best interest. You may not agree with my decision, you may not understand it, but you will abide by it. I will not be swayed by your emotional whims.”
David snapped. “M-my whims! Is that what you think this is? A whim? You are so full of sh….”
“Enough!” Nan shouted, her anger stretched beyond her ability to control it. Her chest was rising in shallow, quick breaths. “You will not be disrespectful to me. Now go to your room until you can speak to me without yelling or cursing.”
He laughed. “Go to my room? Are you joking?”
She glared back at him as though challenging him to speak. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
The letter crumpled in his clenched fist. “You’re IMPOSSIBLE!” David stormed down the hallway and slammed the front door behind him.
J. (Jenny) Keller Ford is a scribbler of YA speculative fiction. As an Army brat, she traveled the world and wandered the halls of some of Germany’s most extraordinary castles in hopes of finding snarky dragons, chivalrous knights, and wondrous magic to permeate her imagination. What she found remains etched in her topsy-turvy mind and oozes out in sweeping tales of courage, sacrifice, honor and everlasting love. Things that keep her sane: her family, furbabies, dragons, books, nature and coffee.
As always with these hunts I am also doing an additional giveaway! Two lucky winners will receive $20 gift cards from the book retailer of their choice (Amazon, B&N, iBooks) and One grand prize winner will receive a custom-made piece of jewelry inspired by my LEGENDARY SAGA and another very special prize 😀 Together the two prizes are worth $90! That means I’ll have 3 winners–what a coincidence, the third book of my series RELICS OF CAMELOT is one of the grand prize books <3
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And don’t forget to enter the main contests for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me and more! Remember to add up all the numbers of the authors on #TeamBlue and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!
<3 always LH
CONTINUE THE HUNT
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author! JULIE REECE
No, I didn’t fall off the face of the earth! LOL
I have been taking after my new “boss” and using deep dark magic holes that transport me through my worlds at a moments notice. I’m finally deciding to pop my head out for a hot moment so I can check in and give you all some nice and anticipated news!
Book 4 of my LEGENDARY SAGA will be published before year end! There has been some shifting and changes that have had to happen, which is one of the reasons I have been so silent, but now they are all worked out and things are flowing rather nicely!
A KING WILL RISE cover reveal will be in early October, so be sure to stay tuned. It’s my favorite cover yet and WOW I also have made it through the current round of edits which have been the hardest so far.
For A KING WILL RISE I’m planning several very special giveaways and contests with some unique, and cool prizes, that I’ve never done before. It’s all very exciting and I can’t wait to start sharing bits of the final book in Aliana’s quest with the world!
I also want to update you all on some signings I will be appearing at in 2017!
Once again I will be at RT Convention in Atlanta, GA
I will also be singing in Roanoke, VA at the Roanoke Author Invasion! This one is a very cool event that I’m stoked to get to be apart of, not only because of the many amazing authors that are slated to attend, but because this is a book signing with authors that don’t normally get all the attention in brick and mortar stores or on all the big book publishing/review sites. There are several authors that are attending that I am THRILLED I’ll get the chance to meet, mostly because I love their books I hope that those who live in VA will take the time to come see me there!
It’s funny, I was chatting with a few author friends a while ago and we were talking about reviews and the people who read our books. It occurred to me that I’ve never really taken the time to properly thank my readers and everyone who has taken the time to write a post a review or rate my books. Good or bad, I know doing those things takes time and I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has taken the time!
So many of us authors live and die by ratings and we as readers understand how important they are. For me personally I always read at least six or seven reviews on a book before I make a decision if I want to get it or not. If you have books that you’ve had feelings–again, good or bad—about, please take a moment to pop onto Amazon, B&N, Goodreads or any other book review sites you use and leave those ratings or reviews. You will have the gratitude of all the authors if you do
On the off-chance that you have stumbled on my humble blog by accident I’ve got information on my books below And if you haven’t already, get your copy of RELICS OF CAMELOT and get caught up before A KING WILL RISE!
<3 always LH
It’s here and out there for the world to see! RELICS OF CAMELOT is live across all platforms and just waiting for you wonderful people to dive in a spread the news!
Relics of Camelot (Legendary Saga #3)
by L.H. Nicole
Making a devil’s bargain with a Fae queen is a dangerous thing.
Thrown back to the golden days of Camelot, the Destined One needs to find the object that will lead her and the Knights of the Round Table to the Grail of Power. But Aliana must also figure out and complete a mystery task before she can return to her own time. The consequences of revealing Camelot’s future to King Arthur or any member of the Round Table family could be devastating. She is forced to keep secrets, feeling more alone than ever, even with the support of new friends and allies. With the unwelcome knowledge of their looming deaths, will she be able to resist the temptation to save the people she loves?
The attentions of Sir Galahad and King Arthur are a delightful yet confusing distraction. Her feelings for Arthur—even this version of him who doesn’t know her—continue to grow. The sparking sensation she’d felt whenever she touched Sir Galahad is mysteriously missing, but she can’t deny a continued connection with the protective knight.
Weapons powerful enough to destroy even Excalibur surface along with a shadowy figure that even seems to have influence over Mordrid. The time of the eclipse grows ever closer and everything Aliana thought she knew will once again be tossed into question again as she continues on her Legendary quest.
AMAZON: RELICS OF CAMELOT
B&N: RELICS OF CAMELOT
iBOOKS: RELICS OF CAMELOT
KOBO: RELICS OF CAMELOT
Simon and Schuster: RELICS OF CAMELOT
Even better, in honor or RELICS’s release we have put LEGENDARY & CLAIMING EXCALIBUR on sale!
Now, you can find this new teaser on the Relics Of Camelot extras page, along with many other teasers and soon to add deleted scenes! (this one had a lot of them ;P)
This teaser is for all my Aliana/Galahad lovers out there <3 (Aliana/Arthur fans, no worries, you’ve got one on my blog)
“Are you excited for the games tomorrow, Aliana?”
Aliana turned, her face almost colliding with Galahad’s wide chest, her heart beating in her ears. Her eyes looked up to meet his laughing blue ones. “You really must stop sneaking up on me, Galahad.”
He smiled broadly. “It would seem I have a talent for finding you when you are lost in your thoughts.”
Aliana’s stomach started to fill with butterflies. Before the very perceptive knight could read her she turned back around, leaning her elbows on the cold stone of the rampart. “Are you excited for the games?”
He took a spot next to her, his arm brushed against hers as he mimicked her pose. “There are many things about these coming festivities that excite me.”
Aliana glanced at him briefly as he looked down at the arenas. “You mean you’re excited to prove you are the best of the knights of Camelot?”
“Perhaps.” His body presses a little closer against hers. “There are few things that I enjoy more than facing a worthy opponent. And these games bring out the best in Camelot and the other kingdoms.”
Aliana giggled lightly. He is such a guy!
“You laugh at me?”
“No.” She glanced at him. “Well, maybe. Part of me is afraid to ask what you enjoy more than beating on other warriors.”
His grin widened. He turned his body so he was facing her, one arm leaning on the stone wall. “I enjoy being with those I hold most dear.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Heat raced through her, but not the silver sparks that she had always felt from his touch. Her ears and cheeks turn red. In movies and TV, this is the part where the girl would look at the guy and they would share a passionate kiss.
So am I totally mean to leave it off there? I hope so ;P
It’s funny, when I started writing this series I told myself I wasn’t going to do anything in Camelot. There’s already so many book out there set in Camelot and I wanted to do something different. BUT as all writers can tell you, sometimes your story takes over and you have to go along with the ride, and Aliana’s sorry demanded to go back and see Camelot and Arthur and the Knights before they got sucked into Queen Titania’s quest. It’s all for the better, honestly, this story unfolded so naturally and vividly in my head that I just couldn’t see another way to tell Camelot, and the knight’s back stories. Plus I got to introduce some great new characters I’ve wanted to dive into for ages. Delphina, Queen Titania’s ambassador to Camelot. Sophvira, Galahad’s little sister. Morgana, before she turned to the dark side. AND Guinevere! Lancelot’s wife! I love all these new characters so much and I loved getting to play with the emotions and relationships back in a time when things were simpler….er….well, kinda simpler. Anyways….get it, read it, and let me know what you think of RELICS OF CAMELOT!
<3 always LH