January 01, 2016

Pride Promotions presents: Nicolas by Dianne Hartsock (Interview)




Author Name: Dianne Hartsock

Book Name: Nicolas

Release Date: December 18, 2015



Blurb:
Betrayed by a lover, Jamie rents an isolated cabin on Lake Huron, wanting only to be left alone. Instead, he is pulled from his solitary existence as an artist and tumbles headlong into the legend of Saint Nicolas.
As a young man, Nicolas accidentally killed a man intent on murdering three children, only to have the man's malicious spirit rise up against him. Fleeing through the centuries from the Krampus, the evil troll-like creature that dogs his steps, Nico finds refuge with the young artist who takes him into his home and bed. But Jamie has questions. Who is Nicolas, and why does the Krampus want to destroy him?
When the Krampus begins to torment and torture anyone Nico comes in contact with to punish him, Jamie’s life is put in danger. And Jamie isn’t sure whether he can help Nico defeat his nemesis or if he’s merely a pawn in the Krampus’s game.

Pages or Words: 200 pages

Categories: Contemporary, Fantasy, Gay Fiction, Mythology, Novel, M/M Romance

Excerpt:
Jamie startled awake. “What?”
He had trouble breathing, the crushing weight on his chest seeming to have followed him up from his dreams. But that couldn’t be right. He’d rented the cabin for its isolation. No one should be there. Did he still dream?
A warm breath brushed against his cheek, sending a shiver of dread and strange anticipation through him. “Easy, baby,” a silky voice whispered in the darkness. Sharp teeth nipped his earlobe and pleasure and pain sparked along his nerves. His eyes adjusted to the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, and he stared in amazement at the man gazing at him with wild green eyes, long pale hair, high cheekbones and a slender neck he craved to run his tongue along.
The stranger laid his weight on him, driving the air from his lungs and making Jamie struggle for every breath. Shifting position, the man sealed his full lips over Jamie’s, drawing a long groan from Jamie when an impossibly large cock slid against his. In sudden panic he reached to shove his unknown visitor away and touched hot skin and lean muscles. Of their own volition his hands roamed lower, following the curve of the stranger’s back to the rounded swell of his ass. He drew a quick breath and the man laughed into his mouth, pushed his tongue deep, thrusting inside to match the movement of his hips as he ground against Jamie’s aching dick.
Heat pooled in Jamie’s stomach. God, what was happening? The thing in his bed looked like a man, but his every instinct shouted otherwise. His skin was warm when it should have been cold from being outside. And how had he gotten in? All the windows and doors were locked tight against the winter storm. It was as if he’d just materialized in Jamie’s bed. “Who—”
He cried out when a hand pushed between them and grabbed their cocks, stroking them together until he lost the ability to think. So close! He grabbed onto the man’s firm ass and yanked him tighter against him, rising up to shove into his strong grip.
The triumphant hiss in his ear shot ice through his veins. “So naughty.”
“No!” Jamie struggled to sit up, scrambling back against the headboard. He blinked, finding himself alone in the room, only his ragged breaths disturbing the silence of the cabin. A forgotten anxiety knotted his stomach. Naughty. He hated that word, tossed about by the boys he once knew in school. The ones he’d suck off behind the gym, desperate for a gentle hand in his hair, balm against his loneliness. He’d been terrified his parents would find out he was different, that he liked girl things and found boys much more exciting than he should. They would know he was gay and there would be hell to pay for their freak of a son.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. God, that had been ages ago. The last shreds of the dream dissipated, and he reached for the bedside light, fumbling in the darkness for the switch. Low light stung his eyes and he blinked at the empty bedroom, unable to believe the attack hadn’t been real.
He flung off the heavy quilts and slid to his feet, clinging to the post at the foot of the bed as a wave of dizziness struck him. Laughter from the other room jolted him. Heart pounding, he bolted for the door and it crashed into the wall as he flung it open. The reddish glow from the banked fire on the hearth lit the main room of the cabin, though the kitchen area remained in shadows.
Jamie’s gaze swept the rooms, focusing on the dark corners.  No one jumped out at him. Nobody sat on the couch. His coffee cup remained undisturbed where he’d left it on the hearth. Of course. The cabin was isolated, miles from the nearest neighbor. Who would bother to come way out there, especially with the threat of another snowstorm on the way?
He ran a trembling hand through his hair, pushing the sweat-drenched bangs from his forehead. Christ, the dream had seemed so real. The cold of the great room finally registered, creeping up from the hardwood flooring. Shaking, he crossed to the fireplace and stirred up the coals, adding another log.
With a sigh, he sank into the cushions of the worn couch and pulled the woolen afghan around his bare shoulders. The log caught and the fire crackled, sparks dancing up the flue. Recalling his dream and the hard body against his, he shrugged when his cock perked up.
“It’s been a while,” he acknowledged, watching the flames lick at the oak log. He’d signed a year’s lease on the cabin, right after catching his boyfriend in the stairwell of their apartment building, making out with their neighbor. It hadn’t been the first time, either, though again Patrick had his apologies ready. That had been over six months ago, and since the cabin stood miles over rough terrain from the nearest town, he’d rarely seen another human being in all that time.
“Just the way I like it,” he told the indifferent fire burning its way through the wood. But the stranger’s lips in his dream had been soft, his thrusting tongue sweet in Jamie’s mouth. He hadn’t liked the violent aspect of the dream, but if that had been a lover in his bed? His dick pressed against his thigh, and Jamie reached under the heavy blanket, moaning when he took its heavy weight in his hand. Drawing lazy circles on his balls, he let the pleasure build slowly, lifting his cock while in his mind the stranger licked the glistening head, his pale gold hair a curtain of silk against Jamie’s sensitive skin. He moaned as the man slid his tongue down the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
His mind flitted over the question of whether the guy would fuck him or want it the other way around. Didn’t matter to him. He liked it both ways. Rolling to his back, Jamie continued to stroke himself while he tugged his tight balls, then pressed a finger against his hole. He remembered the lube in the nightstand drawer by the bed, but he wasn’t about to stop, and hissed when he pushed the finger inside. The man’s cock had been huge in his dream. What would it feel like as it stretched him open? Would it be enough to fill all the empty spaces inside him?
It was a moment before the tolling of a bell outside the cabin registered. What the fuck? Jamie sat up, trying to hear past the pounding of his pulse in his ears. His cock throbbed and he groaned in frustration, knowing he couldn’t chase his pleasure until he found out what was going on at the dock. The only one to boat in was the man who dropped off his monthly supplies, and he’d been and gone two days ago. Who else would be using the dock? Jamie had been isolated for months without anything disturbing his peace. But this night he’d had a wildly erotic dream and now this. What made tonight so special?

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Interview



1-Welcome Dianne Hartsock! Please tell us a bit about yourself and your release.

Thank you so much for having me here today! Let’s see, where to start. I live in the Willamette Valley of Oregon with my husband and a whole lot of books. I’m also a floral designer when I’m not writing. I’m really excited for my recent release NICOLAS. It’s a modern day Christmas story with an almost Grimm’s Fairy Tale twist to it, where Nicolas has been chased through the centuries by the Krampus, a dark troll-like creature bent on revenge, undoing all Nicolas’s good work in the world and making life a nightmare for all he comes in contact with. Nico is determined to bring an end to their conflict, though only one of them will survive the confrontation.


2-How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing since I learned how in first grade, but have only been published these last four years.


3-What compelled you to write this particular story?

One of my cousins, whose family is from Holland, told us the legend of the Krampus on Christmas a couple of years ago. I’d never heard of him before but was instantly hooked. A dark troll who follows Santa? I needed to know more. Researching him only made me more intrigued and I knew I had the basis for a good story here. Our good St. Nicolas is being haunted by the evil Krampus. This was a story I could write.

4-What gave you the courage to submit your story to a publisher?

I don’t think courage had anything to do with it. I seem to have a driving need to see my stories in print. When I was in high school I submitted a story to the local newspaper, who was having a writing competition. I won first place, and that’s all the encouragement I needed to continue.


5-When creating your characters, do you have models in mind or are they totally fictional?

I start my stories with a character I’d been thinking about for some time, then as I get further into the story and they become more developed, a certain model might come to mind. They are a great reference to use for eye color, height, style, etc.


6-Why did you start writing m/m? Is there something special that draws you to this genre?

I read my first m/m erotic romance about five years ago, and oh my! It was insta-love. I gobble up the genre like candy and thoroughly enjoy writing my stories. Also, I have always believed that love is love, and this genre is my chance to prove it.


7-What are you reading right now? Do you have a favorite author or genre?

Soul Kitchen by Poppy Z. Brite, and yes, m/m romance is my favorite genre, whatever the subgenre. I have too many favorite authors to name, but here’s my top five.
1.      T.J. Klune
2.      K.J. Charles
3.      Jordan L. Hawk
4.      Shira Anthony
5.      Elin Gregory

8-What are you working on now?

I am currently working on putting my Shelton series into one book. It’s a contemporary romance with one of the sweetest men you could hope to meet.

9-When you're not writing, how do you like to spend your time?

I love to spend time on the coast, but more than anything, if I’m not writing then I’m reading. Yes, I’m a bookworm from way back.

10-What are your writing goals for 2015?

I have a crime/drama novel subbed and would like to finish my Shelton book. Then I’ll work on the fantasy novel I’ve been playing with and maybe find time to start the paranormal I’ve been thinking of and have several chapters already written.

11-Do you have personal goals for 2015?

Maybe pulling back on my writing commitments and spend more time with family and friends doing super fun things. Live a little!


Meet the author:

Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from.
Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands, which kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.

Where to find the author:


Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: AngstyG

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1 comment:

  1. Thanks so much for hosting me today Chris! Happy New Year. :)

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