Saturday, September 13, 2014

WOO-HOO!

WOO-HOO! Yep I'm back! And I may be bringing in an AWESOME guest soon! But we'll kepp that on the DL for now right?

I know I've been a bit....well gone lately- I've been a busy busy bee my dears~ but guess what? I'm BAAAAAAACK! And steaming along! Just warning you all ;-) heheheheh. More later, but for now it's time to WRITE! 

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Sweet Heat Trick or Treat Blog Tour

Sweet Heat Trick or Treat Blog Tour
Trick or Treat
Gawd the Heat
Book Boyfriends are mental-sweets!

The word in the photo is just one of your “treats”! Make sure you keep that word in a safe place. “Visit” the Road to Hell series (http://madisonroadtohell.blogspot.com) tomorrow, and each day thereafter, to find the next “treat”! The Sweet Heat Trick or Treat Blog Tour ends October  31st and on Halloween you’ll return to the Road to Hell series blog and receive your final word. Here’s the “trick”—you’ll have to arrange all the words you’ve received each day into a sentence and then provide the sentence in the rafflecopter provided. New entries will be added to the rafflecopter each day so be sure to check back at the Road to Hell series every day to increase your chances of winning!

Ready for your other treat? 


Like me
Love me
Lick me
Bite me 
I figure we should stick with the season yes? I asked on my facebook what they preferred and they said a lil bit of anything, lol. And since its the season of ghouls and ghost, witches and bitches, hounds of hell and all other kinds, I would give you a short scene or tale of terror. What say you? Interested? Well my friends, both new and old, just read on! 



Things are never scary in the light of day. Right? But what do you think happens to the creatures of the night? Do you think we magically disappear simply waiting for night rise again? I hate to be the one to burst your sunlit soaked bubble of hope here, but ehhhhh wrong! We may slink, slide, or fly away from those harsh rays, but we’re still around. And some of us… well some of us merely find the hours of daylight annoying. A pestilence of hope in our lives of darkness. Who amongst you mere humans want your lives scrutinized? Every act dissected? Every meal looked upon as a heinous act? No, I’m sure you don’t. And neither do we…. Ok, maybe I can’t speak for the collection of the night, but I don’t.



I always hear you day lovers talking about how hard it is to find the right girl/guy. How there’s ‘not enough hours in the day’ to work, be yourselves, and find someone to love. You have the day and part of the night- so stop your belly aching! Try only having from sunset to sunrise. Think about trying to date a vamp for instance. You’re making out and the sun starts to rise. You think things are really heating up between you two- when all that’s heating up is your date as he bursts into a small flames. Talk about a mood killer.

Or how about a zombie? There’s just nothing sexy about loose skin, my friends. Or spending half the night looking for something your date lost, when it turns out to be a finger or an eye. (shudders)

And yeah, I’ve tried to date a shifter. Talk about hormonal! They’re worse than I was when I had a period! All wanting to cuddle and neck one moment, then thinking you’re their next meal another. Or the hairiness, oh my god! Really they should buy stock in Nair. Or Gillette. They could be the cure for baldness! “You want more hair? Just go to your local woods on a full night! Lack of hair will be the least of your worries!”

And ghosts? Do you really think I want to date another one of me? Talk about a lifeless relationship! And you can’t hold an argument- they will literally disappear on you.

So I think I want to try humans now. After all I use to be one. I know the ins and outs so to speak. And there’s nothing quite as fun as blowing a man while he can’t see you. Have you ever seen the confused look turn to one of pure ecstasy? It’s a wonderfully powerful feeling. Even if they don’t know its me at the time.And speaking of I think that its almost evening, and the hotel I've been staying at has quite a few eligible bachelors, if you get my meaning. Thanks for coming by! Oh.... my name? Sharon, my friend. Sharon Stanley. And don't worry we'll meet again. The next time you feel what you think is the wind blowing softly on your neck and ear, just think about me. 


Thank you for coming by meeting Sharon, spending time with us, and being a part of this blog tour. Now don't forget about the rafflecoptor, and as an added bonus I will give one lucky commenter a $10 Amazon gift card! So spread the word and spread the love! And thank you again for coming by!

 

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Winner of Name that story!

To everyone who entered~ thank you for all the awesome suggestions! You guys and gals are VERY inventive! And I'm sure you don't want me just keep blathering on~ so let me announce the winner!

*drum roll*

The winner of the name that story contest is Feral Wish by Andie! Grats Andie!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Second part of name that book contest~ Poll for voting on the right!

I apologize I apparently save this in Drafts instead of setting it to post Sunday. 

 The first part of the contest consisted of me giving you, the readers, the following information:


Setting Hotel in Texas
Female lead~
Andria
Feline shifter
From Texas
Mother and erotic author
Friend to Kenya from No Dogs Allowed
Uses the 1Night Stand service to find a match

Male Lead~
Clarenzio
Fox shifter with powers to enhance feelings of love and magic
From Southern Italy
Father Anteros italian god of love and passion
Mother Kitsune demon
Uses 1NS service to find a woman who loves him for who he is not the powers he got from his parents


In an effort to find a man like the ones in her stories Andria elicits the help of Madame Eve and her 1Night Stand service. Is it possible to find a man that can deal with all the sides of her life~ including the brat squad that are her children? Or is it only in the pages of books that you can find a good man.


Clay is tired of women fawning over him for all the wrong reasons. How can you trust someone who says they love you when they've never been with you outside your power area? Is true love only a myth? Can he find a woman who loves him for who he is and not what he is?

And letting you come up with the offering title for my next short book.. You guys came up with some great ideas! Seriously you made it very hard for me to choose only five. The poll for voting for your favorites is there on the right, and I even made it easier for you~ you can vote for multiple ones!  I figured since I had such a hard time I would make it a little easier for you gals and guys! You CAN post comments here~ HOWEVER they won't count in the votes. For that you HAVE to go to the poll in the right sidebar. 

Now Spread the word, have fun, and help one of the lovely people get into my dedication! :D 

Nicole

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Name that story Contest!

Would you like to be in the dedication of a book? Well here's your chance!

I'm having a 'naming' problem with my newest novella! I'll give you the jist of it~ Choose three to five names and use those to see which gets the most votes! Now to get to the meat of it eh?

Setting Hotel in Texas

Female lead~
Andria
Feline shifter
From Texas
Mother and erotic author
Friend to Kenya from No Dogs Allowed
Uses the 1Night Stand service to find a match

Male Lead~
Clarenzio
Fox shifter with powers to enhance feelings of love and magic
From Southern Italy
Father Anteros italian god of love and passion
Mother Kitsune demon
Uses 1NS service to find a woman who loves him for who he is not the powers he got from his parents


In an effort to find a man like the ones in her stories Andria elicits the help of Madame Eve and her 1Night Stand service. Is it possible to find a man that can deal with all the sides of her life~ including the brat squad that are her children? Or is it only in the pages of books that you can find a good man. 


Clay is tired of women fawning over him for all the wrong reasons. How can you trust someone who says they love you when they've never been with you outside your power area? Is true love only a myth? Can he find a woman who loves him for who he is and not what he is?


Now with all of that in mind give me your thoughts! Here we go my friends! You have until Thanksgiving to give me suggestions! I will chose my favorites out of them and post the second part of the contest on the 27th! 

I can't wait to see what you all come up with! 
Nicole

Sunday, September 4, 2011

RSSS 3 Post

I didn't know what I would do today with the tragedy that struck a dear friend who was killed by her husband Friday night September 2, 2011, in front of her children. I was prepared to give an apology for not writing a Reader Scene Suggestion Sunday when I remembered one request that rather fit with my mood and feelings. So this goes out to Jamie. You were a great mother, friend, and member of my extended family. You will be dearly missed. I love you and hope you find peace in your afterlife.

And to Sarah K. Here's my reply to your request for a scene of loss.

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The shots rang out amongst the gasping cries of loss from children and disbelieving exclamations from strangers. She turned to run, blonde hair flying out, trying to run to freedom...safety while pain bloomed. Another shot rang out blood flying from her temple and she fell hard to the ground. Slowly a large shadow covered her as her husband stood over her. She saw the gun raise toward her again in the unnatural silence. She could see her children's mouths moving when she managed to turn her head, saying 'No Daddy! Mommy!'. She mouthed in return to the children she knew she'd never see again~ I love you. Watching the tears pouring down their faces she felt the bullets hitting her head and face.The silence ended as her babies cries reached out to her, and the pain from years of abuse finally faded.

As she felt the freedom from the chains of her harsh life she worried about her little ones. How will they cope? Will they ever be ok? Who will take care of them?

She started to feel light, her spirit move in the wind, up from the mortal shell that she had lived in for 30 short years.  Fighting not to leave she cried out. No! I don't want to leave. Don't make me leave them! She looked over to tear stained faces. Her oldest daughter looking on with older eyes while holding on to her littlest sister, hiding her face from the horror of what was left of their mom. While the middle child stood in shock, arms around her siblings, body shaking. 

Come now.The voice sounded faintly around her. 

No, I want to know they're okay. That they understand and know how much I love them. I want assurance that they'll be safe.

There are no assurances. As the disembodied voice spoke it seemed to grow stronger. They will live their lives, as they are meant to.

I was meant to die this way? To leave my babies behind? What is that? How fair is that? Look at them! How can you say that this is ok or fair?
She got the feeling of arms wrapping around her, holding her.

Pain is a sign of life. They will grow, they will remember, they will love.... Just as you've taught them to.

She felt the distance growing further and she turned to watch her children. 

I love you babies. Take care of each other for me.

" I love you, Mommy.  And don't worry I'll take care of them," she heard her oldest say...almost as if she had been heard. 

Slowly the scene faded, and was replaced with a blue-black sky filled with sparkling diamond like stars.

Where am I going? Her tentative question seemed to fill her.

Where you belong.

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I truly hope that each and every one of us takes the time to tell our loved ones how we feel. You never know what might happen, so take that minute of the day to tell them before you leave the house, or call them up and let them know what they mean to you. Life and love are too precious not to.

And remember~ if you want to challenge me or join in on RSSS email me at authornicolehicks@gmail.com with a scene suggestion and whether or not you want to be acknowledged and tagged.May you have a blessed week. 

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Sunday, August 28, 2011

RSSS 2 Post

I'm not going to add in the request until after the Scene because in my opinion it will ruin it for the reader. So here you go, my friends. I hope you enjoy it.


Julie looked around at the sun dappled lawn as she sat between her son and husband. 

“Do you remember the first time we went to the new park? The one right down the street?”

Silence answered her. Even the birds stopped chirping. She closed her eyes, smiled sadly at the quiet surrounding her, and leaned back with her face to the sun. With a small giggle she started sharing her version of the memory. 

“Rick I think you were as excited as Jimmy was. Neither one of you would sit still through lunch. On the walk over you and Jimmy kept skipping ahead of me. I remember the heat, Lord it was hot. Of course that could have been because of how fast you two made me walk.” 

Her grin grew into a smile.

“The sight of you two racing ahead, Jimmy’s legs pumping trying to keep up with his Daddy, had me laughing out loud.”

“Come on, Mommy!” Her boy was growing up. He’d start kindergarten in the fall. In just two weeks her baby would be a little man. 

“I’m coming honey. Rick, slow down. He’s going to be exhausted by the time we get there.” She laughed at the excitement that was in her man’s eyes. She couldn’t tell who was more excited, the newly turned five year old or thirty-five year old man. 

“Mommy, come on! Only old people are slow and you’re not old yet….”

Shaking her head she gave in.

“Fine race you there, you two!”

She started running, quickly passing them.

“Up, Daddy, up! We can’t let a girl beat us!”

“Hey no fair,” she laughingly hollered as they passed her. Her husband’s laugh and son’s smiling face looking back at her more than made up for the exhaustion that was beginning to claim her. She huffed to a stop as they came to the park.

“Ok fine you two win. Now go play so Mommy can rest.” She winked at her husband. His troubled face looked back at her and she shook her head at the question in his eyes. 

“I’m fine, hon. Honest. The chemo just took it out of me this round. I’ll sit in the shade and watch you two act like monkeys and gerbils in the tubes and playground equipment.”

She shooed them away as she took a seat at a picnic table. 

The treatments had been doing more than making her tired lately, but she couldn’t let her guys know that. Just yesterday the doctors told her she wouldn’t last much longer, that her body had fought as much as it could. But she refused to believe it. She would see her baby graduate into the first grade. And if she had anything to say about it high school and college. 

A sharp pitched gleeful squeal had her raising her head with a smile. Her gorgeous guys at play. There wasn’t a more beautiful sight in the world. 

After three straight hours of play Jimmy was starting to droop around the edges as her mom would say. 

“Come on, guys. Time to head back to the house. I’m in the mood for a nice cool glass of lemonade.”

As she got up she stumbled slightly, making Rick glance at her sharply. She shook her head in denial and turned quickly to Jimmy. 

“Well, squirt, did you like it? Have fun?”

“Oh YES Momma! Next time do you think you could come play too?”

Tears filled her eyes at the innocent question. She glanced over at her husband who quickly intervened. 

“Come on buddy let’s go home. We’ll let Momma rest in the cool AC while we get the lemonade and snacks. Then it’s off to nap for you.”

“Awww but I’m not tired.” 

It was a familiar whine. One she had heard a million times before…right before he passed out for a couple hours. 

“Come on champ lets go.”

Rick picked him up in his arms and started walking toward the house. As they made their way he kept looking back at her making sure she was doing ok. Just as they got to the second crosswalk her foot caught in a crack and she started to fall with a yelp. As she hit the ground Rick turned to come back to her. A loud screech filled the air and her head swiveled towards the sound. A huge van was racing around the corner and coming straight for her guys. Rick turned and saw the car closing fast and had just enough time to turn back and open his mouth before tires screamed against the pavement and the two most precious people flew across the road. With dull thuds and sharp cracks against the pavement her life changed.


“Mrs. Rightner? It’s time to go back to the hospice ma’am.”

She looked up at the young man who stood above her. Noticing how young he looked she realized just what her precious boy would miss out on. No first crush, first kiss, or first love. No school plays, band or football tryouts. Closing her eyes, she nodded. 

“Just give me a moment more.”

She waited as he went to sit away from her. Just close enough to hear her if she needed him, and far enough away to give her the illusion of privacy.

She turned to her right, looking at her son’s well groomed grave. Reaching out a shaking hand she laid it where she imagined his head would be.

“My brave boy. Today would’ve been your graduation day. You would have started first grade next year. I would have lived to see it.” Tears falling she bent and kissed his headstone. “I miss you so very much.”

Turning she faced the ground where he husband of nine years lay. 

“Rick, I miss you. I miss seeing you first thing in the morning with your grumpy before his first cup of coffee face. I miss your laughter at life. I could never move beyond you but I’ll be joining you soon. Take care of our boy, at least until I’m there to hold you both in my arms again.”

Sitting back on her decimated body she raised her voice.

“I’m ready to go back now.”

As she was lifted into a chair her eyes stayed on the headstones and blank plot waiting for her to join her men. 

“See you soon, my loves.”

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This RSSS was requested to be anonymous. And the request for a scene was a simple one:

"Make me want to cry. Give me a scene that will touch people's hearts."

Well I hope I managed to catch the essence of exactly that for you. I look forward to even more RSSS in the future! See you guys and gals next Sunday! 

And remember~ if you want to challenge me or join in the fun email me at authornicolehicks@gmail.com with a scene suggestion and whether or not you want to be acknowledged and tagged! 

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