Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Welcome author Erin Nicholas

Accountants, Taxes and Romance

Our accountant has done a great job for us for years. He’s a nice guy. He gets us a refund. All is good.
This year, that changed. Well, we still got a refund (refund= new patio for Erin!!) and he’s still a nice guy. But I like him even more than I used to!
This year I took my writing stuff in to have the taxes figured (this is my first year of being published) and the first thing he said as I sat down was “Romance writing, huh? That’s really cool.”
Now, not to offend any accountants or accountant’s significant others out there, but I really didn’t expect to hear that anything was “cool” from my accountant, not to mention that romance writing is interesting to him. Not only that but he wanted my website, which he pulled up on his computer while we sat there, browsed through my book list, sent the site to his wife’s e-mail account and said “I’m sure she’s going to buy this”. Well, that is pretty cool!  Then he asked, “Is it okay if I read it too?” Um, well, sure. I guess that surprised me too much to really react, but I couldn’t think of a good reason to say no. I assume he won’t be picturing the sex scenes while he’s punching our numbers into his calculator, but who knows? The best though was when he turned to my husband and asked, “So does she write pretty racy stuff?” Hubby said, “I’ don’t know but probably”, with a little grin. That grin was hilarious! The accountant thought so too.
I would have spit my coffee out if I’d been drinking any (he really should have offered me coffee when we came in, right?). Hubby doesn’t really read my stuff. Not because he’d be embarrassed or shocked about what I know ;) but I think mostly because truly romantic fiction is polar opposite of his preferred reading. I seriously could be up for an Academy Award for a film I produced and if it wasn’t about war or drug cartels or had lots of guns and car chases, I don’t think he’d see it. He’d tell people about it. He’d tell me he was proud of me and “way to go” and would probably wear a tux to the awards presentation. Might even listen to me practice my speech (making sure I thanked him in it!), but I don’t think he’d see the movie if it was a romance. (Who am I kidding, romantic comedies don’t get nominated anyway! ).
So, I want to know if any of you share your romances with your significant others? Do they read the books you read? Scenes from those books? Do they go to romantic movies with you? With or without fuss?

Anybody who posts a comment today will be entered to win a copy of my new release, Just Right! Be sure to include your e-mail in your post!!

Here’s a scene from the book (maybe your guy would like to read along with you! )


Erin Nicholas has been reading and writing romantic fiction since her mother gave her a romance novel in high school and she discovered happily-ever-after suddenly went a little beyond glass slippers and fairy godmothers! She lives in the Midwest with her husband who only wants to read the sex scenes in her books, her kids who will never read the sex scenes in her books, and family and friends who say they’re shocked by the sex scenes in her books (yeah, right!).
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Blurb from Just Right
To be a good bad boy you have to find just the right girl…
ER nurse Jessica Bradford is a good girl. Okay, more like a reformed bad girl. She’s determined to be the woman her late father wanted her to be. And she knows she should be with someone like Dr. Ben Torres-- in charge, dedicated, selfless. The tall, dark and handsome part is just a bonus.

So Jessica agrees to keep Ben out of trouble after he’s suspended from the hospital for punching a belligerent, drunk patient in the emergency room. She’ll get the needed recommendation from the Chief of Staff for the promotion she wants and she’ll have a great reason to spend more time with Dr. Perfect. But suddenly she’s got a problem. Outside of work Ben’s not so dependable, or perfect after all…and he’s even more tempting than before.

Ben’s done being everybody’s hero. What’s being a trauma surgeon ever gotten him but horrible hours and a bunch of responsibilities that make his life complicated? His sudden time off from the hospital is not only overdue, it’s a blessing. Which he intends to enjoy fully.

Jessica can’t believe Ben is acting more like a kid in a candy store than a man who’s about to throw his career away. Even more, she can’t believe that she still wants him like ice cream wants hot fudge. She tries her best to keep him out of trouble—except “trouble” is all Ben’s interested in.

And suddenly Jessica’s having trouble remembering why that’s a bad thing…

Excerpt Just Right
Erin Nicholas, March 30th, Samhain Publishing
Jessica’s nipples were perfect. The entire left breast was damn nice. He was assuming the right matched, but it was still covered with terrycloth.
Even if it didn’t, Ben was currently the happiest man on earth.
The towel she’d wrapped herself in had slipped as she reached overhead for the bottle of mouthwash in his medicine cabinet. Ben was glad he’d put the bottle up high. The more she reached, the lower the towel slid. She was, of course, unaware that the mirror in front of her reflected to the mirror on his dresser, which he could see perfectly from the bed. He’d never noticed it before but was now very thankful for the way he’d arranged the room.
Jessica in his bathroom, in nothing but a towel, warm and still wet from her shower, was a fabulous way to start a day.
She reached up again, retrieving dental floss, and Ben knew exactly what to do.
Jessica was known as a non-dater, a non-flirter, a non-partier. It wasn’t that she wasn’t friendly to the staff and downright magical with the patients, but she didn’t go out. Period. She wasn’t nasty about it or judgmental about those who did. She just always said no thank you.
Well, he was in the mood to do a whole bunch of stuff definitely including flirting and partying, and Jessica was, for some reason, the only person that he wanted to do it with. It didn’t make sense, but he’d had a lifetime of trying to make sense of things and he was tired of it.
If his attraction for Jessica didn’t make sense, it certainly didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy it.
He was going to try something new—he was going to just go with it.
Ben pushed himself up out of bed, pausing only long enough to drop his boxer shorts near the clothes hamper.
His major morning erection would impress Jessica, or scare her. Either way, there was no time like the present to start getting to know each other better.
“Good morning.”
Jessica sucked in a quick breath and grabbed the top of her towel. The fact that the top edge of the towel came below her left breast registered in the next second.
She yanked the towel up and spun to face him, her face red.
Her gaze dropped, her cheeks got even redder and she pulled her eyes back to his face. But her eyes dropped to his jutting erection again.
Ben grinned. This was going well.
“I…” Jessica croaked. She stopped to clear her throat, lifted her gaze again and blinked a few times, then turned her eyes up toward the ceiling. “Good morning.”
“You look great in the morning.”
“Um, thank you.” She continued looking up.
“Your neck is going to get a kink in it,” Ben told her, amused.
“You could use a good duster,” she replied conversationally. “There are cobwebs all over that light.”
He glanced up, never having noticed the fixture before, not to mention the cobwebs. “I certainly wouldn’t be offended if you reached up there and tried to brush them away,” Ben said.
She looked at him and frowned, opened her mouth, then glanced down at her towel. He watched as her mind put the pieces together. Reaching up, towel sliding down, breast exposed, him here in front of her…
He wondered if her imagination went as far as his did. Like to him taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking, making her moan.
A certain part of him liked the idea a lot. He grew harder. Not that Jessica noticed. Her eyes were back on the ceiling.
Ben crossed his arms and leaned a shoulder against the glass shower door. He decided to let it go. For now. He had no doubt that he would eventually be very familiar with Jessica’s nipples. “Are you finding everything you need?”
Her eyes remained trained on the light fixture overhead. “Yep. Yes. Um, yes. I’m fine.”
“Don’t need anything at all?”
Without looking where she was going, Jessica began inching toward the door.
“Coffee,” she said. “I definitely need some coffee.”
Ben grinned watching her, and vowed to make Jessica more comfortable being naked around him as soon as possible. Practice made perfect, after all.
“I’m going to shower and I’ll be right out.”
“Gre—” Jessica’s response was cut off when she slammed the door behind her.
Jessica was dressed in record time. There was no coffee pot so she was now she was searching Ben’s cupboards for something, anything, other than Pop-Tarts that would pass for breakfast food. She was trying to keep her pulse at a normal, steady rate too. Which she might have been able to accomplish if she could quit thinking of Ben standing in the bathroom in all his glory.
It wasn’t her fault that all of the food in his kitchen reminded her of him. Naked. Aroused. Largely aroused.
That guy was simply made to be naked. It wasn’t fair to cover all of that up with clothes.
She opened the cupboard near the fridge. It held a jar of peanut butter. Only a jar of peanut butter. Peanut butter that would look good smeared all over Ben…for her to lick off.
Jessica groaned, slammed the cupboard shut and yanked open the drawer by the fridge.
The Twinkies were penis-shaped. She stared down at the three individually wrapped
cakes. Okay, they weren’t exactly penis shaped. But in her imagination, at the moment anyway, it didn’t take much.