Welcome to Townsville, Queensland, AU. A place of grand beauty. A place of fantastic adventure. A place where women lie to their younger siblings about having a date to their wedding because they refuse to spend their night with naught but champagne flutes and sadness! You’ve seen the blurb and you get the gist, no go enjoy the funny! Continue reading
If you’re not a friend or follower of mine on ye old social media, and only ever bother yourself to check my site and refresh my pages on various ebook outlets, (which is totally fine by the way, I’m a complete nut on Twitter) then you haven’t become privy to the news of my newest adventure in romance as of yet. Quite simply put I noticed a certain lack of diversity done by my own hands, an oversight I had a desired to fix after my extended break. I wanted to write black queer women falling in love. Healthy LGBT representation in romance isn’t always a priority; even less so for POC. It wasn’t a particularly hard decision. I write about lions & tigers & bears & dragons & gorgeous Iranian-American men who spank women over kitchen counters in the French Riviera (Hello, Kasper.) Continue reading
I won’t bore you with my greetings or usual silliness because if you’re reading this then it is more than likely you’re wondering where I disappeared to for the bottom half of 2017. It’s quite simple really–I was hiding under my bed. Listen, people, I have made it no secret that like many other writers & artists I battle with depression & anxiety. (They love me. I’m their favorite pudding face author) So it should come as no surprise that 2017 got really intense, really quickly for me. There are details that I shall not share because, hey, I am entitled to being crazy privately, but man oh man shit got reeeaaalll. The folks in my head with claws & fangs & magical abilities & huge bank accounts & star potential went so silent that the quiet was deafening and more than anything I needed their clamoring chatter to drown out the rest of the world. It did not come. I vacationed. I slept. I ate at many restaurants (yay for not being able to fit my favorite jeggings anymore!) I listened to music. I binge watched shows that I would fight you for insulting (see numerous tweets about Xena) And yet, it did not come. I wept. I prayed. I cuddled my dog. And yet, (you see where I’m going with this.) I had been abandoned by the beloved personas that kept me slightly more sane than my religious beliefs. It saddened me. Felt like a fall from grace. And the works that I had doled out before the crash of my word conquering? I wasn’t satisfied with them. I didn’t love them. I didn’t hate them. I was dispassionate. It bled over into so many other areas and a spiral began that I recognized as a lack of self-care. So I bowed out. I silenced myself on Facebook & Twitter and closed MS word. I decided I needed a break. I took one. There was a lot of healing to be done. There still is if I’m being completely honest. But allowing myself to breathe & think & be nonsensical brought a cacophony of sound echoing back into the dark fathomless cave that is my creative mind. And here I am. A little bruised but not damaged; a little bent but not broken. I have returned to deliver quality laughs given by quality content. I have releases in mind and a steely determination to see them done; to see my characters flourish once more. I am back. And I truly believe I’m better than ever.
–Nikki signing in.
We lost a legend just a few short weeks ago. I, like many, shared my despair to see a master of machismo, a sultan of shade, a conqueror of tunes say farewell to a world that never truly deserved the beauty that he was. This is my brief, hilarious–in my humble opinion–dedication that sums up precisely how I felt about a man that was truly never a man at all… Continue reading
There comes an inevitable time in every tale where my hero finds himself drawing his line in the sand without the slightest bit of hesitation. Of course my heroine reserves the right to pull away from that and slap him ugly but there a some men who just won’t be stopped…
“I don’t think we can be friends anymore,” Mackenzie told him softly. “I think the lines are blurring. And it’s my fault. Because I haven’t made them clear.”
Ashleigh’s knuckles tapped relentlessly now. “Stop shouldering things, Mac. Stop making excuses for others. Stop trying to tell me that we can’t be friends, that I can’t still have you because of that guy who isn’t even half of what you need.”
“And how would you know? Where have you been the last three years to tell me what I do and don’t need? Why is everyone trying to tell me what I should do and who I should be with? Why does it seem like what I want doesn’t matter?”
Good. She was angry. Anger he could work with. Impassive or cool Mackenzie was different. That Mackenzie was too composed, too rooted in logic to get a read on. But if she was upset—emotional—then that meant there was a conflict happening. One that he’d unknowingly stumbled upon. Continue reading
“My mind moves like a Tron bike,”–Kanye West, circa Yeezus. It was an album I was reluctant to listen to, much less buy for all the obvious reasons you’re already justifying at the moment. Kanye the man, I could live without. Kanye the musician? Adore. Him. That line happens to be one of my favorites. Particularly because I can relate. Any and everything that shoots past my line of sight is liable to become a carefully woven tale of crazy slap-fights, insults involving satan and smexy time that makes my round little pudding face go hot during edits. Continue reading
No, sadly one is not speaking of shifters on this fine day. You’ll have to settle for a run-of-the-mill Papa who’s gained quite the fanbase already. Take a look and you’ll see who it is I speak of…
The jingling of his phone as his car took off through Buckhead drew an annoyed sigh from him that immediately stopped at the sight of Mackenzie and Arista’s faces pressed together as they poked out their lips and crossed their eyes. He answered on the second ring. Continue reading
As some may have noticed, previous tales that were once up on third party sites and here at nikkiwinter.com have now disappeared. I made the announcement a few days ago that they would be returning fully remodeled just as “What a Bear Wants” has. However, I know there are questions about upcoming releases and books that are a bit behind in schedule. Because of my shift from traditional publishing houses to self publishing things have been a bit hectic and a few of the stories that were set to debut have been pushed back. This includes: Beastly Urges, Ashes to Ashes and Embers in Our Midst. Don’t panic, as I get re-releases up and running, I swear I will be bringing those for your enjoyment. Also, I’ve noticed that Beastly Desires has had some formatting issues with a few buyers on Amazon and I will be fixing that for a re-upload so everyone can enjoy the story in all its glory. Happy Holidays everyone and Happy Reading!
Hello good people! If you’ve been glancing about the site or my amazon page then you’ll notice a distinct difference, there are several stories missing! Oh noooo! Not to worry, not to worry. I promise there is a sensible reason for this. Nikki’s works are getting an overhaul which includes re-editing, re-formatting and brand new covers from the lovely Bree Archer. Therefore, if something is gone, do not be afraid, for it shall be back in due time. This I promise!