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Thursday, May 24, 2018

Please vote for HEART OF FRANKENSTEIN by Lexi Post!

In D'Tale magazine has nominated me for a RONE Award in the Fantasy Romance category for my paranormal romance Heart of Frankenstein. This award recognizes excellence in romances published independently or by small presses. It is a really BIG deal!
In order to be a finalist and have my story judged on its merit, I have to garner enough votes between today and May 27 to put me in the top five. I'm competing against 13 other books.
If you're willing to vote, I'd so appreciate it. First register before voting as they only take 1 vote per person. Once you get to the site, go to the top and hit login. It will allow you to register (for free). 
Once logged in, at the top right, hover over InDscribe/Rones and drop down to 2018 RONE AWARDS. On the left a menu will appear. I'm in Week 6 (in Fantasy).
I truly can't do this without you. If you could vote for Heart of Frankenstein, it would mean so much to meπŸ’—   
Thank you.   
Always, Lexi

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Seeing Red by Sandra Brown

What a journalist won’t do for a story.
Kerra Bailey gets an exclusive interview with The Major, an American hero who’s gone silent for several years.
She has a surprise for The Major, yet the surprise after the interview for both of them isn’t pleasant.  Bullets and blood.
Former ATF agent, John Trapper, who’s also The Major’s son, wants to keep Kerra silent and out of the picture.  For her safety and just because she makes Trapper pitch a tent, he convinces her to stay with him.
                            SEEING RED by Sandra Brown
Business before pleasure when Trapper needs to find the people who shot his father and have a target on Kerra and himself.  Granted, he’d rather mix the two, but something always interrupts any thoughts or actions!
Not only that Kerra may have seen the shooters, but they’re connected to a decades old bombing that she was present for.  Talk about a mess of circumstantial evidence and a mess of bad guys fooling the cops.
It might be easier for Trapper to convince law enforcement who the assassins are than to get Kerra close enough to keep.  We all know how adept Sandra Brown is at layering the evidence and turning your thoughts on where the story will go, so read with caution because the ending will be a surprise!
Happy reading,

Sunday, May 20, 2018

New Cover Reveal

My Nadia Wolf series has had a facelift. Thanks to an awesome author and designer, Melissa Haag, Nadia looks gorgeous. I'm super excited about it, so I wanted to reveal the covers here first.

Drum roll, please.

Interested in seeing the other four covers or checking out the series?

Follow this link to my website:

I'll see you next month!
Nicolette Pierce

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Veronica Reviews SUMMER MAGIC by T.M. Cromer

Paranormal Romance
Summer Magic
T.M. Cromer

5 Stars

 “If family lore was to be believed, once a Thorne found their one true love, their heart would never veer off the path of that love.”

 Summer Thorne has been over the moon in love with one Cooper Carlyle until a prom night that went horribly wrong, causing Summer’s heart to be broken beyond repair.  Cooper has had enough of being followed around by Summer, and when his idea of getting her away from him backfires, he realizes that maybe being cruel to be kind wasn’t his best idea.  Years go by, but old hurts are still fresh for Summer, and when the now Sheriff Cooper Carlyle comes a knocking with threats of destroying her animal sanctuary, Summer is left with no choice but to join forces with her sisters to stop him.  But dear reader, what the locals don’t realize is that the Thorne sisters are witches, and when you hurt one sister, you end up facing them all.  “If anyone discovered the Thorne women were witches in bum-f**ked rural Tennessee, the bible belt of America, then gossip would spread, hell would break loose, and residents would line the driveway with pitchforks.”

Summer Magic is a little bit Charmed meets Practical Magic meets Dr. Doolittle.  The banter between Summer and Coop is hilarious, and when they are pushed together to solve an age old family mystery, well let’s just say the sparks fly!  Highly recommend this book and look forward to reading the rest of the series!

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Friday, May 18, 2018


Hey gang, hope everyone is having a wonderful May and staying cool, which is tough to do here in Phoenix these days.  I’m running from one thing to another and have my grandson in town tonight, so I’m going to keep this short.

But I wanted to mention to all our readers out there that indie authors are all scrambling this week to respond to U.K. legislation being referred to as GDPR, which stands for General Data Protection Regulation.  In a nutshell, the U.K. has implemented regulations which go into effect on 5/25, which require transparency in how we collect/store/manage your personal information.

While I believe this legislation is goodness for all of us, I hope you all will bear with us as we scramble to figure out how to adhere to the requirements and serve our readers appropriately in all of this.  As with any legislation, there is legalese, interpretations, and interpretations of the interpretations.  Then there are all of the companies and support organizations scrambling to respond and figuring out their role in the overall picture.

Then there’s us—the indie authors who are just trying to write and sell good books.  We are having to put our writing on hold to deal with those things that need to be addressed.  We are all doing our best to align with the letter and the spirit of the law.

So, if you get emails telling you that an author has posted a new privacy policy, or in some cases, asking you to opt-in to their newsletter again, we ask that you be patient with us as we align ourselves with these new regulations in order to better serve you in an open and honest manner.  Stay the course with us and re-up on those newsletters, check out our new privacy policies, and ask for clarification if something is unclear.  This is all about you, and we are working hard to protect your information.

Thank you for your support and faithfulness as we do a little housekeeping!  And if you're interested and are not already signed up for my newsletter, I'd love to have you join us at: 

That’s my story, thorough and thankful, and I’m stickin’ to it.  Hold on tight now ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,


Wednesday, May 16, 2018

I'm not weird...well, maybe I am a little....

         Hello, gentle readers!
I love my DH. I do. We’ve been together for a long time, but I must tell you, he thinks I’m weird. Not only does he think it, he tells me…and he’s been telling me that for years―almost since we met. If you want to know the truth―I am not weird. I prefer to use the term eccentric. Or unique. Perhaps, a bit dotty. Maybe even odd, but, most definitely, not weird. But I digress…
What brought on this proclamation (again)? Well, I bought a new liner for my shower curtain and he, very kindly, hung it up for me. And well…it smelled like…new Barbie stuff (you remember Barbie, don’t you? And Ken and Skipper?).
That distinct vinyl smell brought back a rush of memories…of waking up Christmas morning and rushing downstairs (with those spiky, bristly curlers in my hair―yes, I may have been seven or eight, but my mother loved big hair, hence the curlers and the inevitable hour of teasing the heck out of my hair (not to mention the abundance of hairspray) so she could get it as big as she wanted) and unwrapping the Barbie convertible or her camper or her townhouse (I had quite the collection). Loved those memories…and that smell!
But that isn’t why he called me weird. It was the exclamation “It smells like Barbie stuff in here!” which prompted a whole conversation…well, it wasn’t a conversation…it was more him standing there with that deer in the headlights stare, looking at me like I grown another nose in the middle of my face, while I gushed forth information about smells and the memories they trigger…like how the aroma of fresh ground coffee reminds me of my grandfather while mothballs reminds me of my grandmother (that’s another story for another time) and how Old Spice reminds me of him.
If that wasn’t bad enough, I proceeded to explain how I try to incorporate smells and aromas into everything I write. It’s important, along with all the other senses.
After twenty minutes or so (it may have seemed much longer to him and it may well have been) of me giving him an information dump on that subject, he finally shook his head, blinked twice and said, “You’re so weird!” He walked away (well, escaped really), muttering to himself under his breath words I couldn’t hear except for one…weird.
I didn’t think the encounter was weird at all. I thought it was completely normal and I'm sure it happens all the time. After all, smells do trigger memories. What aromas trigger it for you? 

Until next time, remember to spread kindness wherever you go.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

ON HIGHLAND TIME by Lexi Post- Sneak Peek with an Amethyst Necklace and $25 Amazon Card Giveaway!

On Highland Time is a fun combination of paranormal abilities, time travel and highlanders. What's not to love? πŸ˜› Plus, as part of my celebration of this book, I'll be giving away a beautiful Sterling Silver and Amethyst thistle necklace from Scotland and a $25 gift card! For a chance to win, enter the rafflecopter below. Yes, I'm that excited!

And to get you excited as well, I've included a sneak peek of On Highland Time. Enjoy!

Always, Lexi

Torr appeared to grow larger before her eyes. He straightened to his full height and looked down at her, his eyes hard. “I was protecting my king and what is mine.”
She swallowed, his stare clearly indicating he considered her his. She broke eye contact and looked past him to find the two men, Beth, Braigh, and Mairi watching them. Once again, she was the center of attention. Not the right place for a TWI agent.
Medieval. She needed to think like a medieval woman. What would Mairi do in this case? Actually, the poor woman might very well faint.
Though it rubbed her all ways but the right way, she kept her gaze lowered. “I’m sorry that helping Ian angered you. I will refrain from doing so again.”
She heard Torr sigh. “That is not what upset me.”
Daring to look at him, she hoped her gaze wasn’t too direct. “Then why were you angry?”
He folded his arms across his chest, usually a common defensive gesture, but one she had begun to believe was his thinking stance. “I did not like seeing ye in the arms of another.”
That was blunt and to the point. “But aren’t you in the arms of another woman every few nights?”
He looked away and dropped his arms before quickly changing the subject. “I believe food awaits us.”
“So it does.” She let her irritation spill into her tone of voice. His double standard grated on her nerves, but that was according to her own time. She had to stop letting him get to her. Crouching down, she picked up her shoes and walked barefoot to the blanket, completely ignoring the hulk strolling beside her.
When she sat on the blanket, Douglas caught her eye and shook his head.
Oh, go have dinner with Medusa! She took a deep breath to regain some balance.
Torr lowered his large body next to her. Holding out his hand, he offered her a chunk of bread and a square of cheese. Reluctantly, she accepted it. Crossing her legs beneath her, she took a bite. The sharp cheese woke her taste buds and refocused her thoughts.
He didn’t say a word as he ate his mutton and bread.
She appreciated the silence and the food, casting furtive glances at him. The man would definitely be considered “eye candy” in her age. Broad shoulders with large muscles in his arms, developed pectorals, and abs women sighed over. While she had only seen a glimpse of his thighs, she could tell by the bulge of his calves that they, too, would be solid strength. He was no cover model with his crooked nose, red-tinged hair, and pure maleness, but he was striking in his own way. Even more than his giant build, there was a purpose to him that forewarned he was a force to be reckoned with. She just couldn’t see him dying in battle.
“Here.” Torr held out a wooden cup.
She tentatively took a sip to find it was water. It enhanced the aftertaste of the cheese, one of the few food items she found palatable. She handed the cup back. “Thank you.”
His large hand covered hers but didn’t let go. She looked up at him. His deep blue eyes crinkled at the corners. “Ye have no need to fear me, lass.”
Maybe not physically, but definitely emotionally. She liked this big, kind-hearted man, far too much. His feelings for her, though only interest and lust, were not good. Better to keep him at arm’s length. She grinned. “I know.”
His brow rose and arrogance revealed itself once again. “Ye do? Well then, ye also know my bed is waiting for you.”
She swallowed the thrill of excitement that ran through her chest and instead focused on her modern irritation over his lifestyle. Though she tempered it, she wasn’t above a little sarcasm. “Which night?”
He scowled, his face taking on harsh lines.
Holy Hamlet, he looked mean when he did that.
“Lass, you test my patience.”
“Laird, you test mine.” She raised her chin just a fraction.
He scowled harder. Then his face relaxed, and he chuckled. “I think ye will fit into this clan very well.”
The idea of being a welcome part of the clan scared the hell out of her. Since her parents’ death, she’d created her own clan, so to speak. She couldn’t become attached to another, especially not in 1306. She needed to put distance between herself and this laird.

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