Welcome To My House

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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

A Different Kind of Love Story…

Beautiful skyIf 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

The Town With No Nikki.

cropped-untitled-0011.jpgI 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.