Please help me to welcome debut author Nicole Forcine. I am delighted to help you to get to know her since she is a wonderful, vivacious and entertaining person, as well as an engaging writer. I've just finished reading her book and my review is here:
This Little Whatever by Nicole Forcine
I know Nicole from our interactions on Goodreads, and our video book reviews on YouTube. Also, I had the pleasure of reading her free short, Smoky Glimpses from the 'Love Has No Boundries' Don't Read in the Closet event via the M/M Romance Group on Goodreads.
I'm going to let Nicole take over from here. I hope you'll drop a comment and tell her "hi".
Available for purchase at Amazon: This Little Whatever
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Hey everyone. I'm Nicole and I want to thank Lisa for letting me guest post on your blog. I'm super-excited about this new release and I hope you guys like it too!
The first weekend of August involved games, drinking, friends and my first panic attack severe enough to need a ride to the hospital. Just another wild and crazy Sunday night for this author.
I don't remember much about the time between telling my partner “I can't breathe” then apologizing to the hosts for the interruption in Cards Against Humanity (and I was winning, damnit) and breathing into a nebulizer at Hennepin County Medical Center. According to Partner, there was a lot of apologizing, a little passing out, and coming to with more apologizing.
What I didn't tell him was, once I came to my senses, laying in a gurney for six hours, my second thought after “I'm sorry” was “Holy fuck, so THIS is what Dean has to deal with.”I'm Nicole Forcine, and my first release, This Little Whatever, comes out September 6th. The Dean in question is my main character Jonathan's love interest. Dean's a big guy, looks strong and capable, but a panic attack can render him as helpless and scared as the short round author who created him. Luckily, like Ms. Short Round, he had someone nearby who cared enough to help him through it (even if that someone wasn't aware that he cared yet).It's strange, I wrote the scene where Jonathan witnesses one of his attacks nearly a year before having one of my own. I also wrote about how it feels to lay on a hospital gurney not knowing what was wrong with me a year before having to do the same.I also took bellydancing lessons this year, also a year after dreaming up Jonathan, who'd been shaking what his Mama gave him for 10 years.“Write what you know” is a oft-repeated bit of advice given to authors, and it's good advice. There's also “Write what you can reasonably research the crap out of”, because not everyone gets the chance to be a brain surgeon or a FBI agent. Researching panic attacks nearly triggered my own anxiety, but looking up “male belly dancers” and “fire eating” on YouTube goes up there with my favorite research dives thus far.Would “write what just might happen to you” be good writing advice? I don't know, but I think I'm going to keep broken bones and fires out of my next book, and maybe add a scene where someone wins the lottery.
I insisted Dr. Spaulding try on the partial tunic first to make sure I got the fit right around her arms and chest. Thank fuck she was as flat as a board, since making space for a large pair of ta-tas would have been a big pain in the ass.
“Make sure you’re wearing something underneath this, okay?” I chided as I helped her out of it. “Or you’re risking some serious pinching.”
And talking about pinching and chests made me think about Dean’s pinchable, chewable, oh-so-sensitive nipples, and I had to shake my head to focus on stashing the work back in its own Ziploc bag and then back into the toolbox. I almost wished I had convinced him to sneak out of the office for a nooner. We were both sore and a bit bruised (my hips looked covered in leopard spots from his fingers), but I wanted him again. I never stopped wanting him.
Which got me worrying about running into him on the way out from my appointment. How had I never noticed someone that tall and hot before?
“Jonathan?” Spauldy’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. “Did you hear me?”
“Oh, sorry, Doc, zoned out a bit… what did you say?”
“Your show? How did it go? And afterward, of course.” She was already breaking out the notebook.
I wanted to be very proud of the fact that I didn’t get shitfaced at all last weekend, kept myself occupied and away from my major vices, but that would out me as the mystery guy Dean had taken up with, and I’m sure there’s rules about that. “The show was great, tons of people, no one exploded or broke anything. We even left the stage as clean as we found it.”
“And after?” she pressed.
“Didn’t get drunk, if that’s what you’re asking. Or stoned. I….” I looked at my open bag, at the toolbox, and thought about what I could be working on to distract me. “I didn’t even stay at home most of the weekend.”
She leaned back, eyebrow going up. “Your new guy? You had a second night.”
“And a third, and a fourth, and if I head over there tonight, a fifth.”
“And he was just as respectful as the first night?”
Fuck it. I could use another chain belt. Or a bracelet to make up for the one I’d yet to get back from Dean. I grabbed the Crown Royal bag and was busily looping away with a simple four-in-two pattern, linking two rings to two other rings, before I answered. “Yeah, he’s a great guy. Really. I like him, and I think we’ll be seeing more of each other.”
Dr. Spaudling smiled and crossed her arms. “It’s okay, you know. You can tell me you’re seeing Dean Winton.”
Bio: Nicole Forcine was born a strange child and former Georgia peach. When she was younger, she was never far from a composition book, a pen in hand, and way too many people in her head (she’s even been known to talk back to them). When two or more of them talk loud enough to overshadow the rest, a story is born. After years of writing and storing her tales in those books, she had a revelation: man, there are a lot of dudes kissing in these stories.
Her stories include themes of creating families of choice, how love can come in all forms and supersede all boundaries, and the joys and sorrows of earning a happily-ever-after.
Currently, she resides in Minneapolis with one of the most laid-back men in history and his even more laid-back cat. When she’s not writing (ha!), she’s saving the world/galaxy/humanity as we know it in the world of video games and general geekiness and opening other people’s mail for a living.
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Available for purchase at Amazon: This Little Whatever
ISBN-13: 978-1-62798-132-3 Ebook Pages: 270 Cover Artist: Paul Richmond Published September 6th 2013 by Dreamspinner Press Edition language English
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