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Today I welcome the prolific and talented NINA PIERCE to my bar….

Welcome to my bar Nina, what can I pour for you to start?
Hmmm, *leans over bar to check out the taps* Oh, that light colored beer looks really good. Could I have some of that?

Sure, but for the record, you chose a "Kolsch," one of my very favorite ale styles ever.

We "met" a while back, as members of a romance authors "yahoo group." You were one of those members who was (and still is) very supportive of we newbies, as annoying as we can be...did you have a mentor when you decided to turn your love for reading romance novels into a career?
LOL! This has more to do with my tendency to fall back on my teaching skills than emulating a mentor. I learned a long time ago that I’m an instructor to the very core of my being. It doesn’t matter if I’m standing in front of a group of 5th graders (the job of my heart), teaching a teenager how to do laundry or looking into the glazed eyes of a writer new to the publishing industry … I just start sharing what I know.

Writing and publishing is a tough gig. Everyone needs encouragement along the rocky road and nothing makes me happier than helping others succeed in this crazy business.

Your novel, A Touch of Lilly, is a departure for you in some ways. What made you decide to go the sci-fi route? (I'll include the bundle link here)
Another one of my loves. I’m a science fiction geek from waaaaay back. I cut my teeth on television series like Star Trek (should I mention it was the original series?) and Stargate SG1. I found amazing authors like Isaac Asimov and Anne McCaffrey whose world building skills suck a reader into their stories from page 1.

A TOUCH OF LILLY is just my science geek finding a hot story she wanted to tell.

uh oh, empty glass, what can I pour for you next?
Wow, that was delicious. Anything light that will go with these corn chips and guar?

Ok, how about this lovely Oberon, from Bell's Brewing in Kalamazoo, Michigan. You can find it in just about every corner of the U.S. now. It's a wheat ale.

I read and have provided a review below for your book called "Blind her with Bliss." Tell me a little about how you came up with the idea for this book.
First, thanks so much for reviewing the book, Liz! It’s so wonderful when readers take time to post reviews for books they’ve read … authors appreciate it soooo much more than most people realize!

BLIND HER WITH BLISS is the first book in my “Dangerous Affairs” romantic suspense series. I come from a big family of 4 rowdy and slightly crazy siblings. Our family get-togethers are full of love, arguments … er, I mean discussions and food. I wanted a chance to put all of that into a story and the Dangerous Affairs series was born.

How many books have you published? are you self-published, if so, why did you decide to go that route?
The number of published books sort of fluctuates as I get rights back from publishers, re-write, re-edit and re-release. But it’s somewhere around a dozen.

When I first started publishing seven years ago, I had only the option of traditional print publishing houses or the new wave of smaller digital publishers. Fortunately for me I found a wonderful small digital publishing house with great editors who helped me hone my writing chops.

When self-publishing became available I saw it as a great avenue to finally have total control over my stories—from story content to cover design to pricing, As the rights to my books are being reverted back to me, I’m re-releasing under my Seaside Publications imprint. It’s a lot of work, but I’m finding a lot more financial success as a self-published author (but please don’t read that as I’m getting rich by any means). I’m just saying I can actually pay a bill or two with my monthly royalty checks from my self-published books. ;~)

That is really exciting. And I get you 100% with the "total control" thing. While I would never have had the nerve to go "full indie" were it not for my experiences with my 3 small publishers, I am finding the experience of preparing for my first self-pub series to be very satisfying!

If you were reaching for a book to read, who are your "go-to" authors?
For me it’s less about the author and more about the genre. I LOVE LOVE LOVE reading a good paranormal suspense. I don’t care if it’s witches, vampires or werewolves (though I have drawn the line at zombies). Nothing thrills me more than finding a new author with a great new series that I can sink my teeth into.

And finally, what is coming up next from Nina Pierce, Author?
September is going to be a pretty busy month for me. BLIND HER WITH BLISS is actually going to be re-released in a boxed set of romantic suspense novels coming the middle of the month.

And I’m currently in the editing stage of a re-release of my sexy futuristic suspense romance, GARDEN OF SERENITY, which hopefully will be available by mid-September as well.

As for new writing, well, life has been throwing Mr. Nina and me a few curveballs over the last few years. It’s completely thrown my muse into a tailspin. We just keep plugging along at the keyboard in hopes that one of the stories were playing with will actually turn into a finished novel. J

And a nightcap? what's your poison?
I love sipping on a full-bodied red wine before bed … oh, wait did you mean beer? Guess you’ll have to surprise me.

Well, actually, I can highly recommend The Poet, it's a rich Oatmeal stout from New Holland brewing in Holland Michigan (they also have distribution up and down the east coast.) I love red wine myself and have found that those of us with that palate preference are drawn to rich, creamy stouts like this one.

Tell us where to find you:

Author Bio:
USA Today bestselling 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 fated loves and soul mates wasn’t enough. She now spends her days at the keyboard writing her own stories, blissfully creating chaos for her characters by throwing in a villain or two, a little murder and a whole lot of mayhem as they struggle toward their happy-ever-afters.

Nina resides in New England with her high school sweetheart and soul mate of thirty-something years and several very spoiled cats who consider her “staff”. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her three grown children, one love-sick son-in-law and a heart-melting grandson.

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and now my review of Blind Her With Bliss:

She's trying to find herself. He's attempting to hide. Together they'll discover a truth that threatens them both...

Investigating the death of her best friend, uptight accountant, JULIE TILLING, discovers a world of adult nightclubs and Internet intrigue. When shock jock DAMON COREY rocks her world in a wild night of lust, she wonders if she's found love...or the key to solving a murder.

Liz's Review:
The main characters in this novel seem pretty standard romance formula…at first. But I was pleased to find real growth and maturity for them both as they hook up (and fair warning, it's hot stuff) and then connect emotionally over the shared goal of solving the mysterious murder. Julie's sadness over her friend's death is handled in a very realistic way, which is important for me as a reader. And Damon's willingness to succumb to his feelings for her is also presented in a way that doesn't seem contrived in the least--something that could easily have been done in a heavy-handed way.

It's the mark of a great storyteller that even though this not very lengthy book is chock full of plot Ms. Pierce handles the myriad connections and twists with skill. My preference would be for a longer exploration of certain aspects within the Julie/Damon story and even more so with Jason's backstory and motivation. However, that's just me. This book is expertly crafted and comes to a somewhat surprising yet well-executed conclusion.

If you're seeking a quick, steamy yet emotionally satisfying read, you should pull this one to the top of your TBR list.

Four Lagers to BLIND HER WITH BLISS by Nina Pierce!

Auction Night

A Stewart Realty Extra Scene
All rights reserved
Liz Crowe  

“Come on,” Sara said, tugging at Jack’s hand.  “You need to do this. You know it’s for a good cause.”

He rolled his eyes and let her pull him into the shop where the tailor waited with his new tuxedo. She sat in one of the leather chairs and watched while her fiancé got a final fitting for the jet black suit. She grinned and crossed her legs, mentally high-fiving herself. The sunlight caught the diamond on her left ring finger and she allowed herself a minute to admire it, before berating herself for being so completely craven.

She looked up then and caught Jack’s eye. He raised an eyebrow at her and gave a nearly imperceptible nod. She smiled and leaned back in the chair, uncrossed her legs and propped her feet in the super high heels that he liked so much. He held up his arms and let the tailor pinch and fuss over the jacket. A tingle shot down her spine at the sight. Her man. Jack Gordon. Of all men on the planet—who would have guessed?

She shifted in her seat and re-crossed her legs while he watched, his deep blue eyes darkening. Unable to stop herself, she put her fingertip to her lips then touched the tops of her breasts. A corner of his lips lifted in a knowing smirk. While part of her resented that knowing asshole-ish look, the other part could see herself leaping at him, tackling him, ripping off that tailor-made tuxedo and straddling him. She swallowed hard. His grinned widened.

The tailor kept fussing around him, messing with the hem on the trousers, the cut of the jacket. At one point he called out for an assistant who appeared holding a couple of bright, white shirts. Sara watched, feeling woozy, drunk, and horny. She stretched her arms out in front of her and admired the obnoxious diamond again. She was positively buzzing with anticipation.

Finally, Jack emerged from the dressing room, finger hooked through a few hangers.
“Let’s go get something to eat before I have to parade around like a piece of meat.” He held out an elbow and she slipped her arm through it.

“Oh don’t you dare lie. You love the thought of being a piece of meat.”

He shot her a strange look. She grinned and pecked him on the lips, relishing his discomfort.  
“Nah, not anymore,” he insisted as he led her out into the darkening Ann Arbor night. “But I am hungry and can’t strut my stuff without some sustenance.”

They ended up at Café Felix, sitting at a sidewalk table over a bottle of Argentinian red wine and a steak.

“You know, I don’t want to do this,” Jack insisted, cutting a piece and putting it to her lips. “I feel like it makes you unhappy.”

“Don’t be silly, Jack,” she said, taking the morsel, chewing, swallowing and sipping her wine. “It’s a great cause. Lots of married men are participating. You're barely engaged.” She flashed her left hand at him. He winced, and ate a few bites of the steak.

He put the utensils down, grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips. She leaned forward, loving the utter perfection of this moment.

“I love you, Sara Jane,” he said, running his fingers down her wrist and up her arm to her shoulder. “I don’t want to do this. It’s … not fair or something.”

She chuckled. “You’re such a liar Jack Gordon. You can’t wait to get up there and strut your shit. I have it on best authority that you have a bet with Rob that you’ll get more money than he will—and I will tell you right now, that man is something blond and hot. Just ask my brother.”

Jack laughed and let go of her, tucking back in to the meal with gusto. Sara watched, sipping, while her man ate his steak. After a few minutes, he’d paid the check and they were on their way to the Michigan Theater for the man auction fund raiser.

She gave him a non committal kiss and shoved him toward the back rooms so he could change. He stopped her, grabbing her hand in the middle of the increasing crowd. “I won’t do this, if you don’t like it.”

“Don’t be silly. I have no reason to not like it.” She let her gaze travel down his torso and back up again. He blinked, then grinned.

“God damn I knew I loved you for a reason.”

Just then Rob passed them and smacked Sara on the ass, making her yelp.

“Let’s go Gordon,” he said, grabbing Jack’s arm. “Time for you to see how a real man raises money for Foodgatherers.” He had his own tuxedo over his shoulder. 

Jack stood, seemingly frozen with indecision. Rob let him wait, then winked at Sara before tugging him away into the back rooms.

She chatted with a few friends then found a seat in the dark, wanting to experience this little show all by herself. A glass of champagne set her at ease but her nerves were humming still as the lights dimmed and the auctioneer got the crowd fired up with a funny bit about “man flesh” and “good causes.”

She grinned and watched the other men parade around, looking awkward and uncomfortable. Finally, the lights dimmed and single spotlight hit the middle of the stage. The music switched from cheesy burlesque to Frank Sinatra crooning “I Get a Kick Out of You.”

“And now, ladies, I give you the auction lot you’ve been waiting for,” the auctioneer bleated into the microphone. Sara grinned and sunk lower into her seat, twisting the ring around her finger.

“The one, the only….Mister John Patrick Gordon!” 

The crowd squealed, the spotlight flared bright, and Jack’s silhouette appeared, hands tucked into his pockets. Sara’s face flushed hot, noting the flurry of auction paddles that shot up. The auction house flunkies scrambled up and down the aisles, trying to keep up with the bidding.

Old Blue Eyes kept crooning, nearly deafening the crowd. Sara sat still, watching the bids climb. Rob had gone just before Jack and had taken nearly $9000 to the extreme chagrin of Sara’s brother via text. The auctioneer kept calling out numbers.

Two thousand.
Six and a half.
The music changed then. The bass line thumped through her chest and she watched as a bunch of clamoring women bid on a date with her fiancé. She watched while Jack strutted his stuff around the stage like a pro, smiling and winking, slipping off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. The crowd ramped up, and the bid hit eight thousand dollars.  

Sara rose to her feet and raised her paddle, nodding to one of the auction assistants.
The lyrics hit her hard and she bit her lip, pondering how very foolish she might be at this moment, trusting the man on the stage right now, whose very presence had worked this room up to such a ridiculous frenzy. She hesitated a second, listening…

I done been around the world
I done kissed a lot of girls
So I'm guessin' that it's true
Make me holla and I bet a million dollars
Don't nobody kiss it like you….

At that moment, Jack looked right at her, as if he knew exactly where she’d be sitting, apart from the crowd, just taking it all in. He smiled and hooked his finger his jacket over his shoulder and stared. She grinned and whispered to the auction helper.

She hurried out, settled her winning bid and snagged another glass of champagne. After about thirty minutes of socializing she ducked into the back hallway near the bathrooms. Every inch of her skin tingled. She nodded at a few guys she knew who’d been part of the auction, but was on a mission towards the very back room, a small one, at the end of the long hallway. She could hear him, he was laughing, then he was flirting, she could sense his change of cadence and tone.

She sucked back the rest of her booze and set the empty glass on a passing tray. Tugging her skirt down and taking a deep breath, she stepped behind an open door, into a room stacked with speakers and miscellaneous crap. Her ears were ringing from the music and yelling over the final bidding war. She leaned on a stack of something, reminding herself that she won, period. But the bright light of jealousy was slowly but surely blinding her. Could she do this? Be married to a man that so many women wanted, and were willing to pay cold hard cash for…just a damn date?

Sweat dripped down her back. She wished she’d taken the time to change into something sexier than her work skirt and blouse. She wished she’d never said “fine” to the question “Hey, honey can I get my fine ass auctioned off for charity?” She waved her hand in front of her face, trying not to hyperventilate.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, a figure appeared in the doorway. It leaned there, silent. She watched, unable to form words.

“I love you,” she said, finally, at the same time he said, “You seriously spent how much?”

They came together in a tangle of lips, teeth and clothing. She reached down to unzip him just as he yanked her blouse open to cup her breast. The urgency made her want to cry. He tasted so good, felt so perfect, touched her in all the right places.

He made a low, growling sound as he ripped her panties off and plunged his fingers between her legs even as he lifted her up so she was sitting on a speaker.

“Jack,” she gasped as he leaned down to tug her nipple into his mouth. “Wait.” She tugged his face up to meet hers. His blue eyes twinkled in the half light thrown from the hallway.

“Why? You paid ten grand for this. I’d better get to work.” He kissed her then, and teased her with his fingers until she cried out and clutched at him.

“Jesus,” she gasped, staring up at the darkened ceiling and acknowledging that the noises outside the closet were dying down. “Honey, let’s…go…”

She slid down off the speaker, keeping her lips on his neck, unable to stop kissing him. All she knew was him then, his smell, his taste, his sound.

“Turn around,” he whispered. “Put your hands on the wall.”

He threaded his fingers in her hair and leaned over her back as he slid into her. She arched her back, sighing with satisfaction at their connection, shuddering when he reached around to cup her breasts and tug her nipples. He came fast, groaning too loud but she didn’t care at that point.

He slipped out and pulled her up, turning her around and kissing her until she got dizzy. He put a hand alongside her cheek and grinned. Then reached down to zip himself back up and help her get her skirt down and her blouse pulled back together. He held her close for a minute. His heartbeat pounded through her, calming hers, even as she worried that they’d just acted like horny teenagers at a grown up event.

“Well, Mizz Thornton,” he said. She pressed her lips to his neck as he spoke. “Will that do?”

She laughed, and grabbed his hair, going up on her tiptoes in her high heeled shoes to bite his lower lip. “Not even close,” she whispered, cupping his ass. “Mine.” She sighed into his chest. He held her close, making her feel loved and protected, which made her feel suspicious. 

Oh get over yourself Sara. You just spent a solid commission on this man. Enjoy it.

“Good,” Jack said, sliding his hand up her skirt and touching the edge of her bare sex. “I don’t feel like I’ve given you your money’s worth…yet.”

“Feed me first. You ate all the damn steak,” she said, before biting his earlobe. “And find my panties, unless you wanna leave ‘em in this closet.”

“My command,” Jack said as he fished around on the floor and emerged with a black scrap of silk dangling from his finger. She snagged them and they giggled their way to the closed door.

“Holy shit,” he said, shielding his eyes. Sara blinked, then smiled and waved at the crowd of people hanging around the hallway, cheering. 

“And that, ladies and gents,” Jack said, not embarrassed in the slightest by the fact that the entire damn hallway full of people knew what they’d been doing just now. “Is how you raise money in this town.” He yanked her close, bent her back for a public, yet very private kiss.

Later, over a bourbon and decent filet at the Chop House, he leaned across the table and touched her lips as she ate. Sara tried not to be mesmerized by his blue eyes but gave up, figuring she might as well, since they were supposed to get married. The heft of the ring on her left hand suddenly made her feel weighed down and somehow stressed out.

“You’re okay, right,” he asked, as he picked up his half empty glass.

“Sure,” she said, reaching for the knife to cut another piece of steak. He grabbed her hand, uncurled her fingers and took the utensil.

“You paid for a service. Allow me to provide it.” He grinned and his blue gaze darkened. 

She tilted her head and watched as he cut the meat then held it up to her lips. She took it, chewed the rich morsel and swallowed. His foot pressed between hers, forcing them apart. His hand slid up her bare thigh, making her shiver. “You owe me, Gordon,” she said as he leaned over to kiss her.

“Well hell, baby, I’d guess so. I’m not sure I’d ever spend ten grand on pussy…so I’ll take it as the ultimate compliment.”

“You’re such a huge pig,” she sighed into his lips, sensing herself melt into him. “I don’t know that you’re worth it…yet.”

“Yep,” he said, reaching around to cup the back of her neck. “I’m a pig. But I’ll earn every…” he pecked her cheek… “Single…” he slid his lips down her neck, keeping one hand on her neck, the other sliding up her leg. “Penny.”

                        The End.

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Yeah, well, I promise not to share them all with you but for now, allow me to beg….

My first self publishing adventure/insanity is really happening. Outside of the daily panic attacks over edits, timing, promos, trailers, budgets and, you know the actual WRITING and EDITING of the dang books … well, you get me.

Anyways, by way of an update, LOVE GARAGE is headed for proofreading, COACH LOVE is in post "Liz Early Reader" revision and headed to 1st content edits in a few days, LOVE BREWING is ruminating ….. and I have a FREE SCENE for ya here as part of this little begging exercise.

The Love Brothers is a series about a mixed Italian/Irish heritage family, set in a fictional, former horse farm intensive town between Lexington and Louisville Kentucky that has been co-opted by developers and hipsters as a hot new suburb. The story of the parents (Lindsay Halloran and Anton Love) will be told by way of a novel within a novel by the youngest son, Aiden, in the 4th book. But we jump in with both feet with book 1 (LOVE GARAGE), then move on to the brothers' stories as adults with COACH LOVE and LOVE BREWING (the family business is, no big surprise, a brewery). 

I am plumbing my own background growing up in small town Kentucky for this series, which has caused some interesting "what does THAT mean?" conversations with my Aussie editor. It's another in my ongoing attempt to show how ordinary folks live, love and make it through the everyday triumphs and tragedies of life. Early readers are raving! They even set up Goodreads pages for the first 2 books (Love Garage/Coach Love). I'm trying a few new things, craft-wise with these boys but am enjoying the heck out of getting my Southern back on, bourbon, basketball, "I'll swan," and all!


Allow me to introduce you to Diana Brantley, a new character for the 3rd novel in this sweeping, yet down home family series. THERE IS AN ENTIRE WORKING CAST OF CHARACTERS FOR THIS SERIES IN MY FAN PAGE ON FACEBOOK in the "files" section. 

Dominic Sean Love is one of the 2 "middle brothers" and is proving to be a fan favorite, even though his whole story has not yet been told….

Diana slapped the horse's rump as she turned him out into the paddock and leaned against the barn door, relishing the soreness in her muscles from the morning's efforts. The sun burned a white hole in the light blue, late summer sky. Smells of her childhood filled her nose, smoothing her edges. There was an edge in the air that made her shiver with anticipation. The cow made a low sound, reminding her she needed to stop dreaming about her favorite season--the hunting kind--and finish mucking out the rest of the barn. The garden needed weeding. The last of her tomatoes were due in and her sister Jen had already sent her three texts about the egg salad she needed to make and get over the shop.
With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes and let the light wind cool her face. Her arm muscles were burning, her thighs quivered from the morning's hard ride. She turned and let her butt drop onto the overturned bucket from the horse's post-ride cool and wash.
"Go on, get out there, ya big baby," she said when the huge saddlebred nuzzled her arm. She watched him trot away obediently and stick his nose into the water trough, his tail flicking lazily, indicating his satisfaction with their morning's exercise. Her eyes closed again and she let the sweet smells and sounds of her family's farm fill all her senses. Bees buzzed, the cow made another reminder sound, late season locusts hummed. Diana drifted, her mind calm for a change, free of her sister's endless to-do lists and catering menus.
When the horse whinnied and snorted she ignored it and stretched her jeans-clad legs out in front of her, arms up over her head. One of the dogs let out a loud bark, then other other two joined in, the sounds delighted, so she figured Jen must have pulled up in the catering van to pick up the egg salad she still needed to make.
Deciding to ignore her a big longer and enjoy the peace and quiet she always found in the barn, Diana kept her eyes closed.
"Hey," a distressingly familiar male voice said. "Um, Diana?"
She sighed, keeping her eyes tight shut, unwilling to acknowledge how much she would have given at one point in her life to hear that voice say her name again.
"What do you want Dominic?"
"Just a place to crash. Hide a bit, I don't know."
"Why now? I thought you are your folks were getting along good now. Did your brother just get married or something?"
"Diana," his voice broke. "Please."
She opened her eyes and observed the man she had loved since she'd been sixteen and they'd spent a summer experimenting with pot, booze and sex. He stood in, of all things, a pair of dress pants, a crumpled long-sleeved shirt. A red tie hung loose around his neck. His hair was yanked back so she could see that he'd added more body art to his neck. He was looking down at his feet. She rose and smacked the dust of her ass then stood, arms crossed, willing him not to be here, not to tempt her, because god help her still loved this man, despite how badly she'd allowed him to treat her.
"I am not letting you back in my bed, Dom."
The corner of his full lips lifted in a smirk that made her want to smack it off his face.
"Not asking for that…yet."
"Go to hell," she said, brushing by him, forcing him out of her brain. He snagged her arm and held on tight.
"I'm already there, trust me. Diana, I swear it I just need a friend right now and someplace to lay low. I'll help, you know that."
As if on cue, the horse bumped his back, shoving him forward. He kept his grip on her arm and leaned in close to her ear. She frowned and yanked her arm out of his grip, keeping her gaze on the far horizon and her mind on the fact that if she went with her gut right now, she'd pull this man back into her bed, her heart and her life, no questions asked.
"You can sleep out here."
He let go of her. "Thanks, babe."
"Don't call me babe, you shithead, mother-fucking, selfish, cheating asshole."
"Okay," he said. She kept walking away from him, letting the memory of their last and she believed final blow out fight fill her mind, fueling her fury as she put one boot in front of the other, putting as much distance as she could between them.


NOW FOR THE BEGGING! I have paid for some amazing, custom covers for all of these books, plus a trailer….and I will be revealing all of these things with excerpts and blurbs for the first 3 books on NOVEMBER 2, 2014….so I'm hosting a HUGE party on Facebook and a giant giveaway.

If you are an author, a reviewer, blogger or anyone who'd like more exposure via a giant gala and 10-day rafflecopter giveaway please consider donating any prize of your choice to the contest AND if you like you can host an hour or 2 of the 2-day Facebook gala!
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