#BookTour “The Last Cowboy” by Jan Herrman

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Welcome to the book tour for historical fiction novel, The Last Cowboy by Jan Herrman. Read on for more details!

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The Last Cowboy

Publication Date: November 7th, 2021

Genre: Historical Fiction

As the romanticized period of the American “wild” West wound down, most cowboys rode off into the sunset. Hank Miller must follow a different path. In The Last Cowboy, he survives the Civil War, Texas sized desperados, and the great San Francisco earthquake. With a debt to pay, Hank will place himself and his twin sons in great danger in a new, wild and untamed frontier—Morocco!

This is a sweeping tale of a reluctant hero of the West. It is also a story of romance and international adventure, stretching from west Texas to San Francisco, Chicago, New York, London, Tangier and the Moroccan Rif. The novel spans an equally expansive time frame: 1860 to 1912. The backdrop is the American frontier with all its enduring myths and troubling realities.

Ultimately, his heroism earns Hank unexpected wealth, friends on three continents, and the love of an extraordinary woman. Now ensconced in a mansion in the most exclusive neighborhood of San Francisco, Hank has a beautiful wife and three remarkable children. He wants nothing more than to enjoy them all and the highly successful international tour business he and Beth now operate. But a last, perilous mission awaits. Hank has a debt to pay and a friend to rescue in a far off land.

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About the Author


Jan is a retired physician living with his wife, a practicing pediatrician in Southern California. Their children have all flown the coop.


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#Spotlight Elizabeth Davies and the Book Birthday for “Three Bloody Pieces: a Novel of Witchcraft and Magic (Caitlyn Book 1)”

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Elizabeth DaviesAuthor Elizabeth Davies stopped by Nesie’s Place to chat about her book birthday, what her hubby thinks of her favorite drink of choice, and share a suspenseful excerpt! (This paranormal excerpt contains graphic content during spell-casting and may not be appropriate for all blog visitors.)


Hello, Elizabeth and welcome! Thanks for stopping in today!

Thanks for having me!

First question – what’s your favorite genre to read?

Paranormal romance and historical, and if the two are combined in one, I’m in seventh heaven!

Do you venture into other genres other than your preferred?

I read quite a wide range, depending on my mood and have been known to read crime and thrillers, and I quite enjoy a fantasy now and again, too.

Favorite beverage to read with?

Tea. Lots of weak tea with sugar. My husband thinks I’m a disgrace.

LOL! I get the same from my mister about my strong coffee!

Pantser or Plotter?

Pantser all the way. I’ve tried plotting, but it simply doesn’t work for me. I find that I can’t stick to a plan when my characters want to do something else entirely.

Are you self-published, traditional, or hybrid?

I’m self-published – I enjoy the control, and I’m too impatient to wait for a publisher’s schedule.

How long have you been a writer?

I think I must have been a writer all my life, at heart. I’ve certainly always had ideas and premises running through my head. But it wasn’t until I was in my forties that I actually did something about it, and knuckled down to produce a novel

How long did it take you to write your first book?

The first book I published took about eight months. The first book I actually wrote (I’ve buried it deep in the depths of my computer) took about a year and a half.

What’s your favorite genre to write or do you only write in one genre?

I write paranormal romance, but I think my stories fit into a couple of genres – historical, romance, supernatural, fantasy. I don’t think they can make their minds up.

Do you have any advice for new authors?

Learn as much as you can about your craft as fast as you can. And whatever you do, always make time to write.

Where do you get the most writing done?

At the dining room table, usually, although I have been known to write anywhere and everywhere the mood takes me.

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Totally addicted to social media or could you live without it??

If it wasn’t for being an author, then I could live without it. But, it’s part of a writer’s toolkit when it comes to marketing and advertising, so I guess I’m stuck with it. Besides, I’ve met such wonderful people that it would be a shame to miss out on that.

Today is the first book birthday for Three Bloody Pieces?

Yes, It’s book 1 in the Caitlyn Trilogy! It’s Paranormal Romance, although the romance bit doesn’t really emerge until the final book. I suppose it could also be described as magical realism, fantasy and historical. Books 2 and 3 will be out in October and November 2018.

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Introduction  – Caitlyn keeps experiencing strange visions. In this one Herleva, the witch, is preparing to cast the spell which will bind Caitlyn to her, and turn her into a cat, the witch’s familiar.

The chanting grew louder, monotonous, drowning out the dying gasp of the storm. The older woman’s lips moved and I tried to fathom the words. She sang in a language I’d never heard before, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. A chill traveled up my neck. I wanted to run, to fight my way free of the nightmare, but self-preservation kept me still. The old woman had no idea I was there and I had no intention of alerting her to my presence, no urge to feel her crushing, soul-stripping stare. I sent a silent prayer to any god who might be listening, to wake me from this hellish sleep.

She reached deeper into the stomach cavity using swift sure strokes of a knife, with the ease of a butcher, slicing and pulling, until her prize came free with a reluctant sucking squelch. She held the young woman’s heart close to her face, turning it this way and that. Whatever she saw seemed to satisfy her. She gave a nod and placed it on a nearby table, where knives and assorted instruments lay, for purposes I didn’t care to guess.

Folded cerecloth, stiff and yellowed from its coating of beeswax, sat next to the instruments. A bundle of grey fur lay to one side.  Bowls of dried and aromatic herbs were lined neatly in a row on a shelf above. I recognised some, like the white yarrow flowers which were good for staunching blood, but not all.  Too late for any of them to halt the blood loss here, surely, though my mother did once tell me that in the wrong hands, yarrow was used for divination. I also noticed monkswood, with its purple, curled petals, beautiful and deadly; often called wolfsbane and used to poison arrow tips, it was shot at wolves to prevent men from transforming into werewolves.

The woman moved to the fire, wrapped a cloth around her hand and lifted the bubbling pot off its stand. As she poured the liquid into a jug, the smell of thyme filled the air with its distinctive scent, strong and pungent. I caught a whiff of other aromas: rosemary, lavender, cloves.

She rinsed out the corpse’s body cavity with the scalding liquid, wincing at the heat on her hands, and I finally understood what she was doing. She was embalming it. The infusion was one my mother often made, to use as a disinfectant. This woman must be an embalmer, though why I should dream of such a thing mystified me, especially since it was an unusual job for a woman.

I moved closer, an involuntary movement, a glide rather than a step.

And wished I’d stayed put, as I saw what she now had in her hands.

What I’d assumed was a piece of fur on the table, was the body of a grey cat, sticky with blood. She turned it over. Its insides were gone, its face a rictus of fear and snarling teeth. This cat had not had an easy death.

She took a little knife, wicked and sharp, and inserted it into the creature’s belly cavity. More sucking noises, then the cat’s heart was in her hands, pathetically small. She placed it next to the woman’s heart. Using her knife, she made a hole in the larger organ and stuffed the smaller one inside. The needle was already threaded with catgut, and she stitched it up with quick stabs.

When she put the bloodied mess back in the cat’s body, I almost cried out. The woman’s heart and the rest of her innards should be buried alongside her as was the custom, not stuck inside a cat.  But when she picked up the animal and inserted it into the yawning belly cavity of the poor young woman on the table, I couldn’t help but let out a cry of disgust.

She froze, her murmured chanting ceased, and she hunted the room, peering into every corner and crevice, a frown on her face. Her gaze halted when she found me, and the frown transformed into a smile.

Ah, it’s you, my pretty.

I screamed.


WHOA!!! What an excerpt! Pretty sure I’ll have to read this one with the lights ON!

Many thanks to Elizabeth for stopping by today. Check out her links, don’t forget to enter her amazing giveaway which is open INTERNATIONALLY, then head over to your favorite retailer and grab a copy of Three Bloody Pieces for only 99¢!


three Bloody Pieces coverA dead king, a queen who is more than she seems, and a witch who uses the dark arts to entrap her.

Queen, widow, beggar – Lady Caitlyn is all three, and now she can add murderer to the list.

When death and treachery propel her south to Normandy, to seek sanctuary with the exiled Prince Alfred, visions of a woman with ancient eyes travel with her.

Herleva is a woman filled with ambition and greed. A woman who intends to be more than a commoner. A woman who gets what she wants by whatever means possible, even if she has to practice the dark arts to achieve her goals.

A woman who is a witch.

Caitlyn finds herself caught up in a magic which changes her very being. A magic which produces a king to change the lives of every man, woman, and child in England.

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Elizabeth Davies is a paranormal author; whose books have a romantic flavour with more than a hint of suspense. And death. There’s usually death…

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Author Spotlight | David S. Scott

David S. Scott

The Phoenix Series
Genre: Erotica
Deep In You
By David S. Scott
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My name is Alexander Phoenix. You’ve probably heard of me, most people have. I’ve won numerous awards and medals all over the world, including the last two Olympics Games. Outside gymnastics, I’m untamable. Many have tried, none have succeeded. They’ve called me a playboy, a philanderer…

Until a chance meeting in a bar with her almost proves to be a disaster for both of us. She’s hot, fascinating and, despite the fact that she poses a risk to me because she’s a tabloid reporter, I can’t help but feel drawn to her.

What are her secrets? Who wants to hurt her?

I’ve never shied away from challenges. Why should I start now?
©David S Scott 2016
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By David S. Scott
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These were the attributes I valued, lived by. They had become my mantra.

Power. Watching the gymnasts as a child had fascinated me, and my parents had been quick to capitalize on this and enroll me in classes. It got me out from underfoot, and I loved the feeling of power and strength that coursed through my body. I learned to contort myself into impossible positions and hold them until the exertion almost proved too much… and then push myself even further. 

Strength. Gymnastics had taught me much about myself. I craved a good challenge; the thrill of winning seduced me. I was damned good at it, too. Over the course of my career, I’d won five gold medals and four silver in the last two Olympic Games, as well as countless other awards in other forums. Much more civilized than contact sports, gymnastics tested both my mind and body. On an apparatus, there was only me. Not my competitors. Not my coach. My greatest opponent was always, and would always be, myself. 

Control. Power and strength are great, but without control you run into trouble. I employ control in every aspect of my life. Exercise, my free time, and sex. Especially sex.
©David S Scott 2016

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By David S. Scott
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I placed her glass on the table and took her hand, tugging her hard into me and kissing her. Her hand snaked around my neck while both of mine dropped down onto her ass. I kneaded her round curves, my tongue plunging insistently into her mouth. My body came alive. Tingles raced all over my skin. My cock throbbed for her. She knew it, too. She grinned against my mouth and hummed appreciatively. Her other hand reached between us and found my erection, stroking me through my clothes. Shit. We weren’t going to make it upstairs; I needed her now. Right now. I felt reckless and lightheaded, and it was making me behave in a way that wasn’t normal for me. I had somehow allowed her to take control and I couldn’t have that. My house, my life, my rules. Making a snap decision, I changed direction and almost carried her toward the guest room. Without breaking our kiss, I unbuttoned my shirt and removed my tie. Shrugging them off, I wrenched myself away long enough to pull her shirt over her head, then pulled her back against me. My tongue pressed into her mouth, stroking, rubbing, exploring.
©David S Scott 2016


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By David S. Scott
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Lily moaned, deep and throaty. “I need you, Xander. Now, please.”

I lined myself up and thrust into her. We both gasped. I had been right; she was incredibly tight, her pussy squeezing me. I paused, buried balls deep inside her. “Did I hurt you?”

She scratched at my back like a tiger while she dug her heels into my ass, encouraging me to move. “I’m fine. Please, Xander…”

I began to move, slow and deliberate at first, quickly gaining speed as we lost ourselves in each other. Lily screamed, her nails raking my back. I moved my forearms to press into her shoulders, allowing me to thrust even deeper, plunge myself even harder, faster. I pivoted my hips to be sure my cock hit her g-spot. 

“Oh… God, yes, Xander. Fuck! Just like that,” she moaned. “Like that. Don’t ever stop.”

There it was. “Don’t stop.” Those words had me fighting for my self-control. No way was I stopping until she was finished, no matter how crazy she made me, how much I needed to come. I put my mouth to her ear. “You feel so tight. So perfect. I can’t get enough,” I growled. “I could fuck you again and again, all night long. That sweet cunt is heaven for my cock.”

“I’m so close.”

“Let go, baby. Come for me.” I bit down on her lower lip and thrust myself deep into her as I felt the first tremor wrack her body, her tight pussy squeezing me in rhythmic bursts. 

“Yes, oh God, Xander. Oh God, I’m coming.”

I pumped into her twice more, then pushed deep as I could and stilled. My whole body tingled in the split second before my orgasm ripped through me. We rode out our climaxes together, my feathered kisses soft on her lips. 



“That was…”

I withdrew myself from her depths and rolled to the side. I pulled off the condom, then gathered her in my arms and kissed her just under her ear. “I know, Lily. I know.” 
©David S Scott 2016


Deeper In You
By David S. Scott
Book Two of The Phoenix Series
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I’ve lost everything …

And I mean everything. Once a household name, now just a broken shell. Lily has left me and taken my entire future with her. I just want to sleep and never wake up. Forget love, forget passion. All of it. I’m done.

My Name is Alexander Phoenix, former Olympic gymnast. I was once known as the X-Wing, as the man who flies. Make that flew…

Can I salvage my future and reclaim my place as the man I used to be? Or does fate have something else in store? Haunted by ghosts of the past, I must find the strength to move on and find my path. Broken hearts still beat, right?

I’ve never shied away from challenges. Why should I start now?
©David S Scott 2016  


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By David S. Scott
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“You’re so tense, Xander. So tightly wound.” Before I knew what was happening, her hand was on the back of my neck. She rubbed and massaged the base of my neck and the back of my head. I leaned forward, placing my elbows on the table and my face in my hands. Her fingers were tantalizingly cool, and I moaned in spite of myself. I was tense, and her hand on me felt so good. Too good. Her touch meant too much, and I found it harder and harder to remind myself that we could never be more than friends. This wouldn’t do.

“You don’t have to do that,” I murmured. She needed to stop. I liked it far too much. My cock had instantly hardened in response to her touch. I was so turned on, yet knew it was wrong. I considered escaping to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and get a grip, but I knew if I stood, or even leaned back, she’d see my obvious erection. I was held captive here at the table. No escape from her touch.

“I like doing it, though. You seem to be enjoying it, too.”

“What?” I glanced at her, but her expression seemed innocent enough. Almost playful.

“You’re moaning, silly.”

“You have magic hands.” Did she ever. She occasionally scratched at my scalp with her nails. It was so erotic, so sensual. I wanted her to continue forever, while needing her to stop. My cock strained against my pants, so I didn’t dare move. I wished she’d massage that.
©David S Scott 2016


Igniting Passions
By David S. Scott
Genre: Poetry and Short Stories
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It’s what drives us. Connects us. Our passions make us who we are, define who and what we love.

This is a collection of poetry and prose designed to speak to all the different types of passion within us.

Let the words found on these pages wash over you. Allow them to move your spirit and speak to your soul.

Open your hearts and minds for Igniting Passions.
©David S Scott 2016

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By David S. Scott
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The taste of your lips intoxicates my soul,
Your mouth is as delicious as the finest of wine.
Our tongues dance an erotic tango; vying for control.
Dreams of more to come if I could make you mine.
I’d like to peel all your clothes from you,
Allow my eyes to feast on your beautiful form …
If you could read my dark desires, it’s true,
I bet you’d run, or would you give in to the storm?
Wish I could feel you tremble at my touch,
Your legs would shake, your toes curled tight.
Nails dug into my flesh, sensations too much,
Climaxes reached, screams silenced by gentle bite.
But instead, only your lips shall I kiss,
And dream of a day it shall be like this.
©David S Scott 2016


Santa’s Son
By David S. Scott
Genre: Erotic Novella
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What do you think of when you picture elves? Could they be real? What about other fantasy beings? What about… Santa Claus?

Shawn is accustomed to living life the way he wants to. He has no responsibilities, no one to answer to. He comes and goes as he pleases, traveling the world, looking for fulfillment.

But all that is about to change…

Santa’s sick and getting old. This year, he’ll be replaced by his son. Will you be on the naughty list?
©David S Scott 2016


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By David S. Scott
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Passions have always ruled my family.

Always. My father’s name is Pelznickel, but he has been called many things throughout the millennia. Saint Nicholas. Kris Kringle. Santa Claus. 

Yes. That Santa Claus. The man who’s brought joy to the children of the world for thousands of years. People have thought him a child’s story, a myth.

I spared a glance over my shoulder to ensure the redhead was gone and I was alone. Satisfied, I rubbed my right index finger along the side of my nose. A feeling of pins and needles covered me, as if my entire body had lost circulation. In a way, it had. The warm sandy beach I’d been walking on blurred and swirled in my vision, quickly being replaced by my bedroom.

The first few times I’d ever teleported, I’d been convinced I’d stayed still and the world had moved around me. Now I knew better.
Frantic knocking greeted my arrival.

“What is it?” I called.

“Master Schonesgeschenk, your father is looking for you.”

Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I strode to the door. The fat little gnome waiting for me on the other side was dressed in thick green robes with white trim. His long white beard nearly reached his waist. “Astlin, how many times must I ask you to call me Shawn? It’s just Shawn, I swear.”
©David S Scott 2016


Fading Light
By: David S. Scott and Melissa Ann
Genre: Suspense Romance Novella
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Any author can tell you that strong emotion breeds new characters… and once born, they must tell their story. So what if I want to drink myself into oblivion? They don’t care, and it’s like my fingers have a mind of their own.

Jesse and Brooklyn are soulmates, bound by fate to be together. They know it. They can feel it, can see it in each other’s eyes. They may have missed their first shot together, but it doesn’t matter now. They’ll find their happily ever after… as long as their pasts and futures don’t collide in horrible and unpredictable ways.

Fate brought them together, and it made them cross paths once again. It’s futile to resist. That is… if fate is even real.

Do you believe in fate?


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Fall brought cooler weather, and with it, nature’s kaleidoscope of colors. The trees shed their greenery and displayed glorious shades of red, yellow, and orange. You could almost taste the pumpkin spice in the air. It had always been my favorite time of the year, but now I found myself resenting the cooler weather. The change in seasons meant Jesse had to work more for his landscaping job, clearing away fallen branches and leaves before they became hazards for drivers and pedestrians alike. I missed him during the long hours he was away. I tried to make the best of it, though.

Our very active sex life was great inspiration for the hot scenes in my book. We were compatible in the bedroom in so many ways. Neither of us ever shied away from trying new things in bed, and it was fun vying for who would take control. Each time we were together, it was a new experience, an adventure. Finding my sexual equal was both refreshing and liberating.

“I’m under your spell. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I just can’t stay away from you.” His words spoke directly to my heart. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach; something I hadn’t felt since I was a teenager. Things with Jesse felt like they were perfect, almost too good to be true. I was a little afraid to pinch myself for fear I’d wake up and find it had all been a dream. I knew I had a history of falling in love too quickly, though, so I was a little afraid of letting myself really relax and let him in. After everything I’d been through, what if I ended up jinxing things?
“If there’s magic involved, I’m consumed by it, too. I feel the exact same way.” Every waking minute, it seemed, my thoughts were on him. I’d remember how I felt when he’d hold me, when he kissed me. When I was alone, my thoughts traveled to his gentle touches and caresses when we’d make love. When we were apart, time couldn’t seem to move fast enough until we could be back in each other’s arms, and that thought was terrifying. I loved and I feared my body and mind’s reactions to him. He made me vulnerable. He made me hope. We were headed for the kind of love you only see in romance novels, but I knew I was giving him the power to crush me if he chose. Love was always a risk, but the reward was worth it if you found the right one. I’d just never dared to dream that it could happen to me.

“When I get off work, I want to take you somewhere.”

“Oh? Where are we going?”

“Hmm… well, I could tell you, but I think it would be more fun to surprise you.”

I giggled. “Give me a hint?”


I stuck my lower lip out, though I knew he couldn’t see it over the phone. “Come on! You have all this work stuff keeping you busy all day, but now I won’t be able to write because I’ll be crazy with curiosity.”

“You know, you’re adorable when you pout.” I could hear his smile through the phone. “Bring a sweater. I have to go, Babe. See you soon.”


David S. Scott’s Bio

David S. Scott is a new author of erotica and erotic romance novels. After finishing his debut novels, Deep In You and its sequel Deeper In You, he is moving on to several other projects, including an erotic paranormal tentatively titled Obsidian Angel. He is in his mid-thirties and happily married, and has a bit of a wicked sense of humor. When not writing, David can be found reading a variety of genres or playing “nerd games” like Dungeons and Dragons with his friends. David loves interacting with people and meeting new friends, so please be sure to follow him on his author page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorDavidScott

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Here is my interview with Felicia Denise

I’m in the hot seat with Fiona Mcvie! 😉


Name Felicia Denise

Age 57

Where are you from Tucson, AZ

A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc

My husband and I just celebrated our 34th wedding anniversary. We have three adult children and a son-in-law. No grandchildren yet. We both had to retire relatively young from the workforce for health reasons.

Fiona: Tell us your latest news?

Family Matters, books 2 of my debut novel, In the Best Interest of the Child, will be published in October 2017.

Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?

I entered a poetry contest in elementary school.

Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?

After writing my first complete story with chapters. I was twelve.

Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?

A friend I used to write fan-fic with was into NaNoWriMo and challenged me to enter and write a book.


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We’re in a Magazine!

CONGRATS to author A.C. Melody! She has an “Indie book to watch!” YAAY!

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MagazineAd Yep, that’s Avarice up there in the top right hand corner! 🙂

In all honesty, I completely forgot that I had even submitted for this months ago, so it’s not really a surprise to me, but it’s still exciting to see the results at last!

Indie Authors Monthly is a brand new e-magazine and best of all it’s Free & chock full of Indie resources, helpful articles, author spotlights and yes… even AWESOME ads (like Avarice!) 😀

I was given this opportunity through the Goodreads support group: Navigating IndieWorld Discussing All Things Indie. This is truly an amazing and supportive group for Indies and they’re really open to collaborative blog events, self-promoting and their discussions are endlessly insightful! Plus, the atmosphere there is very friendly and welcoming. Best Selling Children’s Author, Carole Roman is one of the group mods and she is frequently offering amazing, can’t-find-anywhere-else promotional opportunities –…

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Nicola Davidson – #Author

A Few of My Favorite Things

Nicola DavidsonNICOLA DAVIDSON worked for many years in communications and marketing, as well as television and print journalism, but hasn’t looked back since she decided writing wicked historical romance was infinitely more fun. When not chained to a computer she can be found ambling along one of New Zealand’s beautiful beaches, cheering on the champion All Blacks rugby team, history geeking on the internet, or daydreaming. If this includes chocolate—even better!

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Nicola’s books are sexy and intriguing. She weaves mystery and suspense into the plot to deliver a read that is… unputdownable!

This week, May 1-5, stop by and learn more about Nicola’s delicious historical romance reads! She’s also sponsoring a Rafflecopter that will run all month. Complete the tasks and one randomly drawn winner will receive digital copies of books 1 and 2 of The London LordsTo Love a Hellion and Rakes to Riches. Trust me, you want both of these!

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Meet Jordan C. Robinson #NewAuthor

Welcome and Happy Monday!

I’m pleased to have Jordan C. Robinson on the blog today! Jordan RobinsonJordan is the author of The Eternity Acts, a web-based, science fiction-fantasy serial novel which has been running online since February 1st. Its companion piece, The Eternity Acts: Side Stories, was recently published and is perma-free on Amazon. He has also thrown his hat into the Romance genre (as J.C. Robinson) and his first romance novel, One Year Left, is available for preorder and releases on April 29th.

F: Wow! You are a busy man! Tell us something about Jordan Robinson. Where are you from and when/how did you begin writing?

J: I live in Clarksville, Maryland.  And it was December 26th, 2016. I was trying to get an ebook onto my phone and I finally did it after days of trying. It wasn’t an ordinary ebook, I had to convert it just so you know. But once I did it one of my friends thought I meant I had written my own. I laughed but then thought, “hey why not.” So I did some research and started writing.

F: Do you have a specific writing style?

J: I don’t know, what do you think, Felicia?

F: I’m not an authority, but I’d say definitely Narrative!

F: How did you come up with the title of your first book?

J: One Year LeftOne Year Left was an easy title to pick. In my junior and senior years of college, I had no idea what I wanted to do afterward. It became a joke with my friend that we would do a one year left type deal where we would move to Portland and start a food truck. So, the title was very much a real idea, even if it never was a serious threat of happening. It’s what happens when you have a criminal justice major and an art major on the cusp of graduating.

F: What book are you reading now?

J: The Blade Itself and Worm (going on months now – goodness this book never ends). Just finished The Emperor’s Soul and started on The Rithmatist.

F: What are your current projects?

J: 25 to WifeFinishing up edits on The Last Whisperer (Felicia, you’ve been so demanding! There are a ton of changes I’ve got to make just to appease you :P). I’m 40k into it’s sequel (it’s real good!), and 25 to Wife, my second romance.

F: Demanding? I’m simply an engaged reader!

F: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

J: My characters want to smile too much. And shrug. And why aren’t em dashes on the keyboard?

F: Your book covers are amazing! Who’s your artist?

J: Huy Mai Van from the Deviant Art website.


F: The plot of The Eternity Acts is very unique and quite involved. How did you come up with it?

J: That’s a tough question. When I think back to when I first got the idea… okay I searched and found the exact moment. January 1st, 5 days after I decided to become a writer 🙂 I remember being in the kitchen stretching my brain, trying to think of something interesting and that’s what popped in my head!

F: And the simultaneous side stories?

J: I was given advice by a few already-established serial writers to build up a backlog on chapters before I started posting them online. So I set a date and got to writing the main chapters of the serial. However, I kinda wanted to get started on posting and getting feedback so I started writing the short stories in the same universe to start building an audience. A lot of the characters in the short story were not planned for the main story until I wrote the short story and thought they were too interesting to leave out.

PS. My current backlog is 45 thousand words deep so we’ll be here every Wednesday and Saturday for the foreseeable future 🙂


F: What was the hardest part of writing your book?

J: The hardest part of romance is coordinating the feelings. The hardest part of fantasy is that it’s expected to be 300 thousand words.

F: Ugh! Only a man would say “coordinating” and “feelings” in the same sentence! LOL! Do you have any advice for other writers?

J: Everyone says it, but you have to write a lot. And also don’t start your favorite book until you’ve been writing a while or else you’ll be sad the beginning sucks.

F: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

J: Love me. 😍

F: LOL! Alright, Mr. Robinson, where can readers find you online?

J: I’m not everywhere…yet. But I’m working on it!

F: Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Sure! 😑


~ The Eternity Acts ~

Anroma, Acetate, Jochro

“We’ve got to be stopping sometime soon right?” the rental to my right said.

I attempted a shrug before giving up and muttering something incomprehensible. My arms were dead. I looked from the pile we had cleared from the river and back to where several rocks still blocked part of the river. All I could do was shake my head.

The rental continued, “Surely they have to get us back soon? Not only is it almost sunset but-”

He went quiet as a controller walked into our vicinity. The controller wore a cruel look, I guessed he was definitely one that would leave you out here if you misbehaved.

I bent down and feigned picking up a rock until he passed by. I was utterly gassed.

“We’re going to miss the coronation if we go much longer,” the chatty rental said. I glanced to him, noting the frown on his face.

“How do you have the energy to talk?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Complaining gets me through the day.” He reached up to his face and scratched the lower half of his face which was covered with pock-marks.

I turned toward the back of controller walking away, looking for any sign that he would call an end to the day. Pockmarks was right in that we’d have to get back to the city soon if they didn’t want me changing into a bird at sunset. And I was one of the more friendly forms. The retreating controller glanced to another several feet away and they made a hand signal. I sighed. Finally.

“Yes!” the pockmarked man whispered loudly. The nearest controller turned and narrowed his eyes. Every rentals eyes met their shoes.

“Let’s go,” the controller said before turning and walking toward Ikalga.

I didn’t know which was louder, the sound of rocks dropping where the rentals stood or the sighs of relief. Relief didn’t last long as a controller stomped to a particularly unlucky rental and drew his sword.

“I don’t like it when you don’t finish your job,” the controller snarled. I turned and headed after the first controller, wanting to avoid getting caught in this.

“But,” the rental said, “everyone dropped their rock!”

“I can’t leave everyone out here now can I? What would the Trading Union say? I can’t destroy the merchandise. But who will miss one?”

The sword whistled as it cut through the air, punctuated by a yell through clenched teeth. I picked up my pace, not sparing a glance back.

The rest of the rentals fell into a crude formation, packing into a herd at the middle of the controller circular perimeter. No one spoke for a while, I doubt anyone even looked back at the unlucky rental. Whether that guard used a venom or a tranquilizer, that rental wasn’t getting home tonight, maybe not ever.

“Poor guy,” Pockmarks said as he matched my pace.

I rolled my eyes but didn’t respond. I doubted the controller would leave two rentals out of the city limits but I wasn’t about to test them. Rationality wasn’t under their job description.

I kept my eyes forward as we marched back toward the city of Ikalga. It was visible even from the job site, the wooden walls surrounding the first city of Elodine. Only the castle was tall enough to be seen over the wall though.

My legs were desperate to sit down by the time we had reached the southern gate. We walked in and continued toward the looming castle. Again, we needed no directions as this time our destination, the castle, was visible from all areas within the city. I ignored Pockmarks chatter as we made our way through the rich district, I always was nervous here. It wasn’t the lack of vermin or obvious signs of wealth that did it either. Unwittingly, I broke my silence.

“Coming through here makes me nervous.”

The marked rental looked at me with wide eyes, seemingly surprised I spoke. “Yeah, for sure.”

I was shocked he limited himself to three words. I thought too soon, though.

“I heard someone got caught here without supervision and they were flayed,” he continued.

“Yikes,” I said. Any rental or impoverished individual that showed up in the rich district never ended up in a good situation, so I was inclined to believe the flaying rumor. I cursed the Trading Union for wanting to maximize our time out in the field, therefore leaving the fastest way back to the dorms before we changed at sunset to be through the rich district.

“What I’d give to be in our own district,” the marked man muttered to himself. I nodded. I’d even take being in the market district. One would get odd looks but at least your life wasn’t in danger…usually. “Do you think rock dropper will make it back?” Pockmarks turned to me.

Again, I attempted to shrug. “No idea. No one usually makes it back through the forest.” Unfortunately, once he woke up he wouldn’t be able to take the shortcut back through the rich district, he’d have to travel around to one of the more northern gates, and that was through the forests. Bad things happened in those woods. A rental would be lucky to run into a wild animal there, the police would be… I shivered, despite the warm, dry air. Yeah, I’ll stick to working in the plains. Fortunately, that was unlikely to change as rain had become harder to come by so the Trading Union had us clearing rivers to allow the river to pour over to the rich district.

Finally, I could see almost the entire castle as we approached the ceremony to appoint our next king.

“Do you think we’ll see this one anymore than we saw Rayon?”

I looked to Pockmarks. “I don’t know, I work in the same fields you do.”

“Fair enough.” He went quiet.

I turned back to watched the castle grow as we neared. It always left me awestruck no matter how many times I saw it. Made of wood, much like every other hut here, it stood two or three stories, whereas every other building in Ikalga was only one floor. The only huts that rivaled the castle in floor space were the huts along the edges of the city, where the larger animals stayed by night. I looked around at the huts I passed, they were adorned in a few colorful rags, the rich folk trying to show off being able to afford fabric that was more than the tan of the rentals. Some were even able to keep plants.

My stomach rumbled, cutting my admiration short. I had almost forgotten we had to skip lunch. Damn, this shift of controllers. As evidenced by the abandonment of the rock dropping rental, these ones weren’t fair. They got away with feeding us twice a day. And my lack of energy quite obvious as only the forward momentum of my walking kept me going. If I stopped, I was sure I’d either fall over or be unable to get walking again.

“Halt!” A controller shouted. It was the slicer, his eyes scanned the crowd of rentals, probably hoping to find someone to punish. Fortunately, we had stopped. The slicer gave instructions on filing into the coronation area and soon enough we were walking again. I swear I heard my legs creak as I got them going again.

Relief washed over me as the King finished his coronation speech. Continuing to stand, knees aching, arms dead weight and back fixed in the upright position, I was thrilled at the prospect of being able to leave soon. My eyes roamed away from the stage with the gigantic wooden castle in the backdrop. I glanced to my neighbor, Holder.

“A full day of labor moving rocks and they still expect us to remain upright through this?” I whispered.

Holder responded with a slow head shake. He barely looked conscious. I opened my mouth to check on him when, to my great disappointment, a short, lightly tanned man with a bushy mustache stood and the coronation continued its lumbering march onward with no end in sight.

The energy that had filled me due to the possibility of leaving left me. My eyes drooped as I scanned the crowd and quietly groaned. The controllers were in tight formation around the crowd, per usual. One caught my eyes and silently sneered. Snapping my head back forward, I thanked my lucky overalls that the controller hadn’t smiled. The smiling ones were rumored to take their uniforms from dead rental workers… allegedly. I maintained hope that they received extra from the warehouse.

Still staring forward, I mumbled to Holder, “Hey, Holder.” No response. “You alright, man?”

“Huh?” I finally received a response. “Yeah, sure.”

Without the controllers’ presence I doubted Holder would have found the mental fortitude to still be standing. Those poison infused sabers were no joke.

With the ceremony still dragging on, I was careful to avoid any more eye contact with controllers. Unfortunately, they didn’t wear a standard uniform so it was easy to miss them on occasion. Some wore a midnight black in an effort to look mysterious and foreboding, while others went with the simple light brown outfit of the general populace. With the controllers disdain for uniformity, the sabers were sometimes the only way to tell a controller from a citizen.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment and bent down slightly, arms hanging, to stretch my back. I felt it crack and slightly loosen. My mouth let out another involuntary groan through my clenched teeth. I straightened and glanced around to make sure I hadn’t drawn any attention to myself.

The short man droned on about the dawn of a new day. I tuned it out. For the most part, his words didn’t affect me as a slave. They never did. Things never changed. Again, I wonder why they forced rentals here. A false show of solidarity? I just wanted to rest.

“Psst, Jochro.”

I turned my head, willing it to move despite two neck kinks.

“Yes?” I asked. It was Molder. I didn’t usually like talking to chatty Molder, but I was desperate at this point.

“Some ceremony, huh?” He spoke a little too loudly for my taste.

“Yeah, lovely. Just trying not to crumple.”

“Heh, don’t want to be penned for the night?”

Of course I didn’t. A night in the pen meant changing into your night form and at sunset and not unfolding your squished wings/legs/tails until morning. I clenched my fists while thinking of the rich changing in their comfortable custom made beds. Everyone changes at night yet we’re the rentals. I sighed and gave Molder a terse, “Nope,” before turning my face forward.

“Where’s Rayon? You’d think he’d be at the passing of the crown, you know?” Molder asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, still facing forward. “I’m at the same coronation you are.”

I was wrong. Even now, I hadn’t reached the level of desperation necessary to talk to him.

The speech was interrupted when there was a minor thump. I glanced out my periphery and saw poor Tea had collapsed. My heart mourned for her, that would be at least a night in the pen. I shook my head and snapped my eyes open in an attempt to avoid her fate.

“We will be bringing this coronation to a close now,” the mustached man said, with a quick cadence. “Rentals, please follow the controllers through the exit in the rear. Citizens, please-”

Finally, it was over. I almost cried tears of joy. My cot was calling my name.

“F62! Let’s go!” But first, it seemed a controller was calling it.

I willed my aching joints to move faster, joining the crowd of fellow rentals, hurrying away from the bright, extravagant decorations of the coronation and back toward the living quarters. I looked into the sky and noticed the sun was farther along in setting than I anticipated. That was why they were in such a rush. They’d have changing villagers on their hands in a few minutes if they didn’t get us inside.

I heard a brief yell and curse come from behind me. I turned and peered through the crowd. The sea of rentals pushed me forward, preventing me from seeing where the disturbance came from. But I didn’t have time to dwell on that as the individual in front of me also cried out, suddenly distraught. “Oh for Mariah’s sake!” The man fell to the ground, beginning to change. Well, looks like I was wrong. They’d have changing villagers now.

I attempted to push past the throng of people clogging half the path, simply watching the individual on the ground begin to sprout thick gray legs.

“Guys, you might want to move!” I hollered as I tried to get in the direction of my dorm. The controllers were nasty people. When there were accidental changings, there was nothing that rivaled their cruelty. Most of these people must have never seen that or they’d be clawing through the crowd right along with me. I heard a woman from behind me yip but I didn’t bother looking back. She was changing or she had been a victim of crowd control, either way, I didn’t want to be there to experience it. I finally cleared the crowd and began hobbling toward my cot. I ran straight as a board with my back threatening to tighten up and/or spasm.

As I increased the distance between the commotion and myself, my right calf cramped. I hopped to a stop and felt a knot begin to form. Gritting my teeth, I felt tears begin to roll down my cheeks.  Only fear kept me moving forward as I slowed to a walk. Others in better shape passed me by. I finally spared a glance back and saw the group of bystanders being herded quickly in my direction. The controllers gave a quick slash to any that lagged behind, dropping them under the power of the tranquilizer immediately.

I attempted to once more pick up my pace, but the knot of muscle in my leg prevented me from keeping in front. The crowd gained on me. I hope forcing us to the coronation was worth it, I thought as I moved to the side of the road, hoping to avoid being trampled.

I reached the side of the path, awaiting the controllers and the herded group of rentals to reach me. I sighed, hoping I would only be penned for the night.

My thoughts were interrupted as a small lady in the front of the pack frantically called for help. She was having trouble keeping in front. The lady stumbled and locked eyes with me. She and the pack were a dozen feet out. Unfortunately, it looked like she had caught the attention of a controller as well.


Without thinking, I pushed off the post that was supporting my weight and trotted to beat the controller to the woman. If he tranquilized her now, she’d certainly be feet meat. The tears began again as I alternated between running one step and hopping the next on my bum leg. It was going to be close. I yelled as I got closer and the controller turned to face me, briefly pausing his walk toward the woman. He furrowed his brow and brought up the side of his mouth in a scowl before continuing to the small female. The controller’s pause allowed me to intersect his path. I half-dove, half-fell at the controller in an attempt to bring him down. I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder and I was unconscious as soon as I hit the ground.



I want to thank Jordan C. Robinson for stopping by Nesie’s Place today. His next book and first romance, (as J.C. Robinson) One Year Left, releases April 29th. It’s available for preorder for 99-cents and is also a part of the Kindle Unlimited program.

The web-based The Eternity Acts is updated every Wednesday and Saturday. The Eternity Acts: Short Stories are also on the blog, or can be downloaded as a perma-free ebook from Amazon.