Welcome, Nina. I'm so glad to have you as a guest today. I'm a multiple genre writer, too...I've written historical, contemporary, and I'm busily tapping out a Victorian Steampunk. Glad I'm not the only one with multiple personalities :)
I’m an eclectic reader. I bounce all over the place from historical to futuristic, urban fantasies to medical thrillers. So doesn’t it follow that when I made the decision to become a writer that I wouldn’t hem myself into one time period or genre? My muse is just as happy in deep space as she is playing in a BDSM dungeon. She’s taken me from the future to present day and back again.
There are some writers/publishing houses that want an author to brand themselves so reader’s expectations are met every time they pick up a title by that author. I know some writer’s with multiple pen names (as in more than two) so they can keep their genres separated for their readers. Been there, done that, have the schizophrenia to prove it. Let’s just say for me, it didn’t work. LOL!
People who buy my books know they’re going to be sexy and hot and there will be a happy ending. But the characters could be vampires or shifters, living in space or an alternate future. Their sexual romps might be on a fantasy island in the tropics or right on their kitchen counter.
Readers know what they like. All of my books aren’t right for all of my readers. No problem. I don’t disguise my paranormal works to look like science fiction (though I have been known to mash several genres together). Each of my books is clearly described in the back cover blurb. In other words, I don’t need different pen names to differentiate my genres, I believe readers are savvy buyers.
What about you? Do you like to know what you’re picking up when you choose a book by the author or are you okay knowing he or she may take you to a new and unexpected place?
My most recent release, Deceive Her With Desire, the second book in the Tilling Passions series is a sexy contemporary romantic suspense. It involves a feisty landscaper, a DEA agent seeking redemption and a drug czar looking to kill them both.
A woman determined to protect her heart…
Landscaping in Delmont, Maine hasn’t been DEIRDRE TILLING’s only passion. Up until two months ago, it had included a live-in lover. Jilted for the third time in as many years, Deirdre’s decided to give up on love. With her feet firmly planted on the path of one night stands, she finds herself heating up the sheets with a dark haired stranger she met at her new employer’s party. But one night with the man who is both sexy as hell and compassionate, may not be enough.
An agent hell bent on proving himself…
DEA agent, AYDEN SCOTT, has a lot to prove after a disastrous drug bust in Miami three years earlier that left a member of his team dead. Working undercover as lead investigator, he’s determined to bring down an elusive drug cartel smuggling heroin into central Maine. He’ll use any means necessary to complete his objective, including sleeping with the suspected drug Lord’s landscaper, Deirdre. He just hadn’t expected the feisty redhead to be so much more than long legs and dangerous curves.
One night neither of them can forget…
Deirdre and Ayden both thought one sexually explosive romp in the sack would be the end of their relationship. But Deirdre’s arrest for heroin possession and her father’s near-fatal heart attack prompts Ayden to confess his true identity. When Deirdre is kidnapped by the drug cartel and used as a pawn, Ayden is forced to choose between his heart and his mission. The question is…who will survive his decision?
As fast as Jameson’s lawyer had gotten her out if the interrogation room, it had taken nearly an hour for the Cutler police to process her. She’d second-guessed her decision not to go with Jameson countless times while the wheels of justice rolled at a snail’s pace. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that Jameson hadn’t somehow managed to throw a wrench into her release.
Unwilling to wait for a ride at the police station, Deirdre had walked out the front door, called the only cab in town on her cell phone and come straight to the condo.
Now Austin stood in his kitchen, fixing her dinner and offering her help she didn’t deserve.
“Deirdre, here, drink this while I finish up the spaghetti. You’re still shaking.” Austin leaned over the bar and handed her the glass of scotch he’d just poured.
She attempted to smile, but her mouth, like every other muscle in her body, only trembled. Deirdre sat on the stool at the bar of the kitchen, sipping the scotch, hoping the liquid warming its way to her belly would take away the cold fear and confusion. Despite the heavy wool sweater Austin had pulled over her head, Deirdre was chilled straight to her core. She knew it had nothing to do with the night air.
“What did Mark have to say when you called him?” Austin asked. He stood at the stove absently sipping his drink and occasionally stirring the two pots.
“He thought it could’ve been one of the kids as well. It’s the only thing that makes any sense in this whole mess. I dump the refuse from my jobs at the school, and they use it as mulch on their farm project. Most of the time I leave the one-ton right there on school grounds.”
Deirdre shrugged before continuing. “They could’ve planned to pick up the drugs tonight while the truck was parked. Everyone knows I don’t bother to lock the equipment. There’s never been a reason.” She sipped absently at the scotch.
“With all the places that truck’s been and the number of people having access to it, it was no wonder Jameson’s lawyer kept them from arresting you. Anyone could get you off with the holes in that evidence. So what, the drugs were in your truck. There’s no way to prove they were yours.” Austin shrugged.
“At the moment my guilt or innocence doesn’t matter. Mark’s pulled the kids from the job. They won’t be going back to the Jameson estate. He’s figuring, with the arrest, we’ll likely lose the job anyway. I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but he’s probably right.” Deirdre thought about all the things she’d intended to do with the extra money. She knew better than to make plans. It only caused heartache.
Deirdre looked at Austin. “It’ll be for the best,” she said. “But it makes me feel like shit. I suppose I should call Shawn before I go traipsing up there tomorrow.” Tipping her head back, Deirdre downed the scotch. She knew it wasn’t the answer, but the numbing wash of alcohol would be a welcome relief from the overwhelming sense of doom beginning to envelope her.
“And to top it off, I’m bringing all this here to you.” Heat crawled up her cheeks. “After the way I treated you Saturday, I’m surprised you didn’t slam the door in my face.”
He turned to look at her, leaning against the counter. “Not in my nature to turn away a woman in need.”
“Even after she treats you like crap?”
“I’m a grown man, Deirdre. I knew the score that night when I brought you here.”
“But leaving the way I did was cowardly.” She toyed with the glass. “Would you believe me if I told you if I could do it all over again I’d do things differently?”
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Award-winning erotic romance author, Nina Pierce, grew up in a house full of readers. So becoming enamored with books was only natural. She discovered romance stories in her early teens, falling hopelessly in love with knights in shining armor and the damsels who saved them.
Eventually, reading about alpha males and the journey to find their happy-ever-after endings wasn’t enough. She needed to pen her own stories of fated loves and soul mates. Nina’s discovered the passionate side of romance with her sexy stories. For her, it’s all about the sweet scent of seduction mixed with the heartwarming aroma of romance.
Nina resides in the northeast with her high school sweetheart and soul mate of twenty-seven years, their three grown children and several very spoiled cats who consider her “staff”.