This month’s author being interrogated(!) is the lovely Nicola Cameron who is married to a fellow Brit. Over to you, Nicola.
Hi Jennifer, thanks for having me.
I am a married woman of a certain age who really likes writing about sex. When not writing about sex, I like to knit. And I may be rather fond of absinthe. Well, it’s true! Okay, okay, the full version: I’ve had a healthy interest in sex since puberty, but it wasn’t until 2012 that I decided to write about it. Turns out that the skills picked up during my SF writing career transfer rather nicely to erotic romance and erotica — who knew? When not working, I’m usually making Stuff™, kissing my husband, or cleaning up after five cats. It’s a long story.
What’s the strangest (bravest, funniest etc) thing you’ve ever done?
Leaving everything behind and crossing the Atlantic to marry a man I’d only spent a week with (but had known for eighteen months in email). Considering that happened over 21 years ago and we’re still together, I think I made the right choice.
(As a Brit myself, I say welcome - belatedly!)
What do you do when you’re not writing?
I read. When I’m not reading, I’m usually doing some sort of craft -- knitting, crocheting, building dollhouses, refinishing furniture, needlepoint, cross stitch, glass painting, etc. I am Michael’s Crafts’ bitch.
Favourite rainy day activity?
Reading. Favorite sunny day activity? Reading. Favorite snow day activity? Reading. Um, I kinda like reading.
Tell us about your latest book.
Tell us about your latest book.
Breaker Zone is Book Two in my Olympic Cove series, and will be out in
When Dr. Nick Gardiner goes on the run from a psychotic ex and ends up at Olympic Cove, the last thing he expects to find is his friend Ian living with two redheaded demigods and learning how to be a storm god. Adding to the confusion is a wounded merman named Aidan who washes up in the cove, requiring Nick’s professional help. As it turns out, the handsome mer and his partner Liam have other plans for the ER doctor — to claim him as their destined mate and fulfill his need to submit.
Is there any trivia about your latest/forthcoming story that you can share with us (eg, the name of a real life pet that you used in the story)?
I happen to know artist and gay porn star Colby Keller, and when he was running his Indiegogo fundraiser “Colby Does America (And Canada Too)” I offered to give contributors walk-on roles in the Olympic Cove series. To my pleased surprise I wound up getting nine people who wanted to be in the series! The first one, Claire, will appear as a very brave minor sea goddess in Breaker Zone.
What are you currently working on, or what’s on the horizon?
I’m finishing up my historical erotic romance Behind the Iron Cross, and then I’m working on a novella that I want to submit to Harlequin, and after that it’s Olympic Cove Book Three, Deep Water.
(Good luck with all of them, sweetie!)
Quick Fire round
Turquoise or mauve? Turquoise.
A juicy grilled steak with garlic butter or vanilla & raspberry cheesecake with white chocolate? I am a carnivore. Steak all the way.
George Clooney or Brad Pitt? Mm, more like Martin Freeman or Rupert Graves. To which my answer is, both.
Links of how fans can find you on the internet?
Website /Blog: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/nicola-cameron/
Here is an extract from Nicola’s book ‘Breaker Zone’:
Nick stared at the creature Bythos carried. “That’s—”
“A mer. Yes, I know,” Bythos huffed, carrying the merman to the couch. Carefully, he laid the creature down, making sure to drape the tail smoothly over the couch arm. “He’s also injured.”
ER doctor mode clicking in, Nick knelt next to the couch. From the waist up, the merman looked like a fair-skinned human male, leanly muscled like an Olympic swimmer, with a knotted thong necklace around his throat.
From the waist down, however, it was a different story. Instead of a human pelvis and legs, there was a large fish tail covered in scales that shone blue-green in the overhead light. The tail ended in a sweeping dark blue fin that almost trailed on the floor.
Nick dragged his gaze back up to the merman’s face. Dripping, tangled hair covered part of it, but he could see a straight nose and chiseled lips underneath the wet strands.
The merman moaned softly, a distinctly webbed hand reaching to what would have been the outer thigh on a human. Nick finally spotted the short, slender rod protruding there, the end trailing a ragged line. Dark red blood oozed from the puncture, streaking across blue-green scales. “Shit. What happened to him?”
“Some fool shot him with a speargun, and the spear had a buoy attached,” Bythos said, almost snarling. “I had to tear the damned thing off. He’d been dragging it all day, so he’s exhausted as well as injured. You’ll need to take out the spear.”
Nick blinked. “Whoa, wait. Me?”
“You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”
“For humans, yeah. This guy isn’t a human,” he pointed out. “At least, not completely. If it was above his waist, I’d know what I was doing, but I don’t know what the spear hit—”
The merman moaned again, a soft, exhausted sound. Nick gritted his teeth. Aw, hell. “Okay, I need to see if it’s a through-and-through,” he said. “Can you lift his, uh, his bottom half a little?”
The tall redhead leaned over, carefully sliding his hands under the merman’s ass and lifting him. Nick crouched lower, peering at the underside of the thigh area. “Yeah, I can see the arrowhead here. I’m guessing we can’t haul him into an ER?”
“No,” Bythos said shortly. “You’ll have to take the spear out yourself.”
“Fuck. All right. Ian, I’m going to need any towels you don’t mind getting bloody and the brown leather bag in my room.” He studied the spear. Removing it would be fairly straightforward, assuming it wasn’t barbed or broken. “Do you by any chance have a set of bolt cutters here?”
“I’ll get some,” Aphros said, darting out.
“Towels and bag.” Ian headed in the opposite direction.
Bythos had moved to the merman’s head now, resting a hand on his forehead and talking softly to him in an oddly elegant language. The merman opened huge eyes that looked apple green in the living room light, blinking slowly.
Bythos said, “I’ve explained that you’re a physician and here to help him. He won’t hurt you.”
“Good to know,” Nick muttered. The entry wound looked clean enough, and the metal of the spear was aluminum, so at least there was little chance of rust getting sucked into the wound. The relatively small amount of blood oozing from the wound suggested that it hadn’t hit a major artery. He wished he could have a Radiology department take x-rays — or better yet, a CAT scan — to see what he was dealing with. “You realize I have no clue about the anatomy here, right?”
“I know that, but we don’t have much of a choice,” Bythos said impatiently. “If you won’t pull it out, I will.”
“Yeah, no,” Nick snapped. “I’m the doctor here. I’ll do it.”
“Towels,” Ian said, jogging into the room with am armful of terrycloth. “And your bag.”
“Thanks.” He took a thick beach towel and slid it under the merman, then opened his bag and fished out a pair of nitrile gloves. “I think our best bet is to cut off the trailing end of the spear as close to his scales as possible, then pull it out from the arrow end. The shaft shouldn’t be barbed, but I don’t want to take any chances.” Because if it is, there’s a damned good chance I’ll rip open an artery in the process. “Do either of you puke when you see blood?”
“No,” Bythos rumbled.
“I’m good,” Ian said.
“Okay.” He spread out a hand towel and laid out out packages of sterile gauze, a suture kit, scissors and tape just as Aphros appeared with a heavy duty bolt cutter.
Next month’s author will be Sara Anderson.