a look at the ‘Wolfmoon’ books by Nikki Broadwell #Fantasy #Romance @nikkibroadwell @SDSXXTours

Moonstone
Wolfmoon Book 1
By Nikki Broadwell
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Is magic gone from the world? Was it ever here? Read Moonstone and you might just believe in magic again! Fans of Juliet Marillier’s ‘Daughter of the Forest’ series will find themselves right at home.
Finna is pregnant and proud of herself for being strong enough to kick out the father of her child. But when her absent mother shows up and tells her that her baby needs to be blessed by the moon goddess to keep her safe, Finna’s newfound confidence disappears. The Otherworld her mother describes sounds tantalizing. And by the time Finna discovers the truth it is too late. Her only hope is to make it out alive.
Willow
Wolfmoon Book 2
Maeve’s dreams are waking her in the middle of the night. And consulting a psychic does little to help. But when a shipment of paintings arrives in the gallery where she works her mind really begins to unravel. What she sees in one of those paintings has to be an hallucination. How could she be seeing herself running with wolves in the background of a landscape simply hanging on the wall? Little does she know what lies ahead.
Raven
Wolfmoon Book 3
A cold and callous tyrant has taken over Otherworld leaving death and destruction in his wake. The only hope is a prophecy written centuries before. But the woman named hasn’t a clue. How can a green girl from the States come to grips with a destiny she didn’t even know existed?
Maeve is oblivious of all of it as she travels to Scotland. All she can think about is her boyfriend, Harold who she left behind. But what lies ahead includes him too, and will take both Maeve and Harold into a dangerous world they could never have imagined.
Faery
Wolfmoon Book 4
Maeve and Harold are about to be tested. Between the birth of their baby girl and Maeve’s obsession with the faery known as the ‘love talker’ lie many twisted paths. When the elven queen becomes part of the equation it takes more than love to reweave what’s been unraveled. A Fae civil war brings Harold’s alter ego, King Kenneth MacAlpin, to the fore, possibly ruining Maeve and Harold’s relationship forever. Danger abounds, bringing with it hard decisions and possibly death.
I graduated with a BA in art and English from Sonoma State University in California. I’ve been an avid reader since I first learned how and a writer from my early teenage years on. I’ve had several art related businesses, including greeting cards and more recently a silk painting business. When I began to write in earnest I put aside the art, concentrating only on the writing.
I’ve traveled a lot over the years, finding inspiration wherever I go. Scotland holds a special place in my heart, hence the setting for “The Moonstone”. I had to make a 4th trip there to do research as I was putting the book together!
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a look at Nicola Cameron & ‘Palace of Scoundrels’ @YesItsNicolaC #EroticRomance #Fantasy

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Today we have author Nicola Cameron visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.
* Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).
* Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! Palace of Scoundrels is kind of a surprise baby because the first book in the series, Empress of Storms, was supposed to be a standalone until I started getting asked when the sequel was coming out. I am not one to disappoint readers. I’m describing Palace of Scoundrels as “Game of Thrones, except with less violent death and more snark. The wine drinking is about the same, though.” And I already have an outline for Book Three and two novellas in the same universe – whee!

A look into…

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~ Blurb ~

* Spring has sprung in the island kingdom of Hellas, and with it come thoughts of young love and fruitful fields. But with no signs of an occupant for the royal nursery, Queen Danaë is starting to worry about her own fertility. Her concerns aren’t helped by the arrival of the legendarily conniving Dowager Queen Atilia of Illium–or the woman’s handsome grandson Prince Marcus, on the run after being accused of poisoning his older brother.
* In the neighboring kingdom of Ypres, Danaë’s royal husband Matthias is dealing with dangerous family politics and a wolfish duke who has kidnapped a young noblewoman for immoral purposes. Or has he? Can Matthias ward off the threat of civil war, outwit his relatives, and deal with a charming rival in his wife’s own palace?

~ Excerpt ~

* Matthias pulled Danaë into his lap, squeezing her close. She felt his chest rumble in rueful laughter. “Only you could fall into the ocean, be rescued by pirates, and wind up haring off with them on a treasure hunt.”
* “Oddly enough, Father said much the same thing,” she admitted. “But it turned into a wonderful adventure. I even got my favorite tiara out of it, the silver one with the large pearl.” She’d also earned the unswerving loyalty of Captain Jason Constantinedes and his crew, who now served as her personal spy network outside of Hellas. After brief consideration she decided not to mention the days she had spent as Jason’s willing lover. It was in the past, and she didn’t want Matthias harboring a grudge against Jason if the captain ever had cause to come to Hellaspont. “They brought me back home with a wealth of knowledge about piracy on the high seas. Which is why I know I don’t want to be a pirate queen.”
* “Thank the gods for that,” Matthias muttered, kissing her hair. “You’re rapacious enough as it is.”
* She turned so that she could nuzzle under his ear, licking the salty skin there. “I never heard you complain before.”
* “I’m not complaining now, little bird, merely observing.”
* She hummed, catching his earlobe between her teeth and nibbling on it. “Rapacious,” she whispered after she let it go. “I like the sound of that.” His breath caught as she traced spirals on his skin with the tip of her tongue. She could smell clean sweat, male musk, and something distinctly Matthias underneath it all. “Would you like me to show you how rapacious I can be?” she teased.
* “Another night, perhaps,” She heard a promise in his voice. “Tonight, milady, I plan on doing the boarding.”
* His arms tightened around her and he got up with a soft grunt, carrying her to the bed and dropping her onto the silk coverlet. She bounced with a giggle and rose up on her elbows, watching avidly as he pulled off his shirt and breeches. Regular riding and sparring matches with his guard had kept him muscled and firm, and she could spend hours running her fingers over the curves and dips of his body, particularly his broad, furred chest. The flickering light from candle and fireplace transformed the hair there into gold and amber sparks, trailing down his carved abdomen before spreading into a darker nest of curls around his rising cock. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the delicious ache that always grew between them when he stripped like this for her.
* He cupped himself, squeezing the shaft hard enough to make the sheathed head bulge. “Still want a statue of me?” he asked, with the cheerful arrogance of a man who knew he was desired.
* She licked her lips. “More than ever.”
* He glanced down at his swelling flesh and grinned. “You can’t scare me, you know. I’ve seen the kind of statuary you have in Hellas. I doubt anyone would bat an eyelash at it.”
* “Bat an eyelash, no. Be violently jealous of me, yes.” It was her turn to tease, and she took her time unfastening the brooches that held up her gown. She slid the delicate fabric over one breast, then the other, letting it caress her hardening nipples. The sensation made her shiver. Cupping one breast, she rolled the peak between her fingers, imagining his hot, wet mouth around it. “The question is, what will your future subjects think when they see the statue of me?”
* Matthias put a knee on the mattress. The movement made the furred sac between his legs swing a bit, and she reached out to cradle it, enjoying how he shivered at her touch. “The women will weep from envy, and the men will all fall in love with you,” he murmured, his voice rough and needy. “And none of them will ever have you.”
* “No, they won’t,” she breathed, letting him push her onto her back. The ache between her hips grew, turning into a slow, sweet throb. “Only you, my love.”

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Thank you for joining us here today, Nicola Cameron! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.