Nicole has always been a lover of fairy tales, history and romance. She grew up in Melbourne and has traveled extensively, whilst living her life through the romance of books.
Her first passion in life has always been her family, but after studying and achieving her BA Honours in Medieval Literature, she devoted her time to writing historic romance.
She is a full time writer who lives in the Central Highlands of Victoria, Australia with her family, where they live in the peaceful surrounds of a semi-rural town.
AUTHOR INTERVIEW
1. How long does it take you to write a book?
It usually takes me somewhere between 1-4 months to write a book.
2. How often do you write?
I try and write every day – hopefully the muse and the flow are with me.
3. Where do your ideas come from?
Ideas seem to spark for anything and everything.
4. How does your husband feel about your writing?
My husband has always supported my writing. He’s my beta reader and biggest fan.
5. Do you ask his advice?
Yes, I ask his advice... and sometimes I even listen ;)
6. What are you working on now?
At the moment I’m finishing off an Australian rural romance. It’s a contemporary romance, which I generally don’t write but it’s been a lot of fun. I live in the middle of gold and sheep country, so I thought why not use it for inspiration.
7. How can readers contact you?
You can find out more about me and my books on my website, and also these sites: blog, facebook, twitter, and goodreads.
8. Tell us about your latest book.
Seizing Heaven is a historical romance which is the follow up to my medieval tale Capturing Bliss. It concentrates on the same family, estate and betrothal ring but is set a century after the first story.
Seizing Heaven is a historical romance which is the follow up to my medieval tale Capturing Bliss. It concentrates on the same family, estate and betrothal ring but is set a century after the first story.
Can the Reynard family betrothal ring really choose his true bride? Lord Savaric Reynard is about to
Lord Savaric Reynard is intent on marrying the widow of Blackstone Manor, that is, until fate and the Reynard betrothal ring get in the way. On his way to meet the widow, Savaric is waylaid by Rosamund, a travelling artist.
He doesn’t believe in magic or the old family legend that the Reynard betrothal ring has the power to choose the right and true bride. Savaric soon discovers he can try and run from Fate, but one way or another it just might catch up with him.
The Reynard legend says that the betrothal ring will choose the true bride... always.
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EXCERPT
The girl straightened and her eyes narrowed when she addressed him. “Sir, I do not want your coin.”
“Then what do you want? Come, you came to Foxwoods with a purpose.”
“I want nothing from you, Lord Reynard. I was honour bound to return the ring and I need no money for that.” Her voice was even but he saw a spark of indignation spark in her eyes.
“And what do you know of honour?” The words slipped out of Savaric’s mouth before he could stop them.
“Savaric!” Aunt Amice gasped.
“More than you, I wager,” Rosamund said as her hands fisted by her sides. “I have returned your possession and yet you choose to insult me. You may be a fine lord, but I have found better manners and more kindness from the woodcutter I passed on the road.”
She stepped away from the hearth and dropped into curtsy before Amice. “May God grant you blessings, Lady. I thank you for your sweet words but I should leave. ‘Tis better that way.”
“Nay, I will not have it. I will not allow you to go back into the tempest. I insist that you accept our hospitality. You will have dry clothes, a warm bed and food. We are in your debt, child and once Savaric recovers his manners he will be in agreement.” Aunt Amice stood up and took the girl’s hand. “Now, I shall not hear another word about it.”
Savaric saw the hurt in Rosamund’s eyes and another wisp of guilt fanned over him. She made him react and it confused him beyond reason.
“Forgive my words. My Aunt is correct, Rosamund. You are welcome and safe at Foxwoods,” he said before he turned on his heels and strode to the door. He would avoid the girl as best he could. In the morning she would leave and everything would fall back into place.
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