Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.
Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.
Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writer’s of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director. She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.
We’ve got Nikki here today promoting her new book. Tell us, what’s the title of it?
Blurb: Demoted, Eva Jackson has had more than her share of lifetimes to play games with other people's emotions. Now, devoid of her powers, she’s left with the feeling that there’s something more she’s missing.
Temptation was the one thing that always stood in the way.
Clay Quinones, her demon lover of old, is determined that Eva will walk the straight and narrow and learn the error of her ways. When danger looms, is it too late for these two star-crossed lovers to love one another again? Or will Eva's past make it hard for a demon to be redeemed?
What are you working on now? Do you have any releases scheduled for this year?
I’m working currently on a few wips but one in particular is the third book in the Karmic Lust series called Demon Made.
What are your writing goals for this year?
I want to hone my craft and bring bigger and better stories to the readers. But most of all to continue to have fun doing so.
How do you come up with ideas?
Sometimes it’s a matter of a name of a character that comes to me, or a picture of a someone that draws me into thinking of a story for that person. Just depends really. I like to dream.
Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, character, or...?
I start with just an idea of a story and begin typing. I’m a serious pantser. I can’t plot/outline for the life of me.
What is the best thing about being an author?
Getting to create the worlds that are in my head and then having others enjoy them.
What did you learn from writing your first book or what do you wish you’d known before becoming published?
Oh my god that would have to be point of view and head hopping. My first book was seriously a sea of red in edits because of that.
Do you have a favorite time of day for writing?
I write when I can so I’d have to say any time of day. But mostly it’s after everyone has eaten dinner at night so around 7 pm during the weekdays.
How do you balance writing and everyday life?
I do all my everyday things and I write in between all of that when I can and where I can. I have two kids under the age of ten and I work full time. So life never stops I just have to find the time to get it all fit in.
What is your favorite food to cook or eat?
I cook a mean crock pot of chili (real beans not canned). I won the chili cook off in Germany at the base two years in a row.
These are few of my favorite things:
2. Musicals/Music of all types
3. Gaming (WoW, Xbox)
He positioned himself behind her and leaned in close, his face pressed to her ear. “Any time you call my name.” He nipped her earlobe. His words seemed incomplete to her, and she had to ask.
“Any time I call your name what?”
“It will bring me to you. We still have that connection.”
As he spoke, he’d placed his hands on the front buttons of her white shirt. Slowly he freed each one from its buttonhole until he spread her shirt wide. She was on display for him, and it thrilled her. Strong, capable hands undid the front clasp of her bra, and he pulled the cups away from her breasts.
Clay was right—there was a connection. There always had been, but she was determined to break it. To have him relinquish his hold on her one way or the other was her goal. But first … first she needed his touch.
The wet heat of his tongue made her whimper as he licked across her earlobe and then down to her neck. He grasped her breasts and tugged at the nipples in unison.
“Don’t stop the show, Eva.” His command ran through her head.
“You need to stop telling me what to do, Clay.”
Though she said this, she couldn’t stop even to prove him wrong. Her thighs were already coated in her juices, and more of it was spilling out in copious amounts as she thrust in two fingers and began to finger fuck herself.
“You have a full store out there, Eva. So are you going to be able to stop yourself from coming so hard that they hear every little sound you make?”
She sobbed and bit her lip. His words affected her in a way that she was sure he wanted. The thought of being the center of attention while coming was thrilling to her. He knew her every little secret.
“I want that, Clay, but not here…” she stuttered out, and swallowing, she tried to sound a bit more convincing, “not here.”
“Then I suggest when you start coming, you press your mouth to my arm and muffle the sound.” He kissed her hard and then nipped her bottom lip. “Now back to making yourself come for me.”
“This wasn’t for you,” she gasped out as the sensations originating from her hand radiated throughout her body. Liar, her body seemed to say.
“That’s my Eva, strong-willed and always ready for a fight even in the midst of a highly erotic situation.” He smacked his fingers against her clit, and she groaned. “Let me let you in on a little secret. This is always for me.”
She was too far gone to argue that point with him, and his smack just sent her into a hard orgasm. With a moan she pressed her mouth to his arm to try to stifle the sound of her coming. When her body finally stopped shaking, she shuddered and opened her eyes. Clay was still looking down at her with a smirk. She watched in awe as he brought his hand up from her pussy and licked his fingers clean.
“I’ve always adored how you taste, Eva.”
She tried to not let his words bring up the jealousies that she’d been holding on to forever. It was time to let those go, right? But the old adage of habits dying hard and all that jazz seriously did apply. She wanted to ask him why he had always seemed to be following after Lili if he adored and wanted her.
Jealousy. It had to stop, but how?
“Shut up and kiss me, Clay.”
He smirked more and leaned back in, kissing her deeply. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her juices as their tongues dueled. Sometimes it was better to not talk. She knew that now.
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