I’m serving tea and cream scones with berries this morning, so get comfy and let’s meet Nancy…
MM: Welcome, Nancy. I’m so thrilled you could visit us today. Describe a typical writing day. Are you a morning, afternoon, or night-owl writer?
NLB: If I wasn’t married to a hard-working man, I probably would work late into the night. Instead, I go to bed at a decent hour (his words) and am quiet when I do get up. I used to work as a 9-1-1 operator and those horrid shifts kept us both awake. We both need our beauty sleep.
MM: I can relate to the beauty sleep! Explain for us how this new series came about.
NLB: Years ago, I laughingly threatened my youngest son that I would someday base a series on his dragon tattoo, which he received while in the army. After I came up with a paranormal story line, I talked my son the veteran drill sergeant into modeling. His back is on each cover, with the tattoo prominently displayed.
NLB: At this writing, I am finalizing the third book in the series, and will send it off to my editors. I am an Indie-Author, so I have chosen these editors with great care. They keep me from being too wordy, or from using Scottish words readers might not understand, etc. I hope to release the third (but not final) book in late December or January.
MM: Wonderful news! What inspires you when you’re writing?
NLB: Money. Let’s face it, I love to write, to get ideas on the computer, to twist the endings, to make sure the endings are happy, and to entertain, but an author writes to earn a paycheck. My two publishers closed their doors, so it is all up to me to bring the stories to my readers, in exchange for less money than a cup of fancy coffee.
MM: You’re absolutely correct. What’s your favorite item on your writing desk?
NLB: My cat. No fooling! I often work on my dining room table, which allows me to spread out notebooks, outlines, maps, etc. Unfortunately, my 14 pound cat, Blaze, loves to stretch out on the table. He is cute. I post photos of him ‘at work’, and he calms me.
MM: How adorable and special that he’s nearby. I would want to cuddle all the time. Now for some fun questions. Do you prefer…
Champagne or Beer? Non-sweet iced tea for this New Yorker turned southern belle.
Southern drawl or Scottish burr? I am surrounded by southern drawls, but only a Scottish burr gives me ideas for my next book.
Kilt or Leather pants? Hubby owns two kilts, the Clan Gunn tartan and the MacBean. One son wears an army camo pattern kilt, and the other and his mate recently bought Clan Gunn kilts. If I lose some more weight, I will again wear the Gunn lady’s kilt left to me by my late mother-in-law. She bought it in Edinborough, Scotland.
Print book or e-reader? That is a hard decision. I download books onto my phone and can enlarge the print. Paperback books have small print on off-white pages and are sometimes hard to read, but there is something about holding it in your hands. I have put 10 of my books into print to make sure my customers have a choice.
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A dragon beneath a full moon might howl, but would still breathe smoke.
Wynn, a green dragon, tumbles off a hill, landing in snow. Sensing someone above his head, he jumps free, and accidentally slams a wolf against a tree. When the wolf shifts into a naked human female, explanations are in order. When she wakes, and Wynn says he means her no harm, she allows his human brother to carry her into a cave, where Vika cares for her. Wary about the golden-haired shifter’s mission, Wynn fears for her safety, and his heart.
While tracking the human who murdered her lover, Kera awakens to find a dragon staring at her. With no energy to shift back into her wolf form, she allows Vika, a pretty human, to care for her. The dragons take up her search for a killer, but the pirates close in and she leads Vika to safety. In the village of Morbhan, Toal abducts her and Wynn fights him. Her wolf pack wants her back, but the dragon has stolen her heart. Will she stay, return to her pack, or die while trying to kill her lover’s murderer? Either way, their lives will forever change.
Excerpt from SMOKE:
When Kera stepped into the warm pool, and flicked water at Smoke, he submerged in a crazy flail of his extremities. He surfaced, coughing. His golden hair hid his face, and he wiped it out of his eyes. A growl was her only warning before he pulled her into his chest.
“That was a foul thing to do, love. Dragons rarely swim, and I was trying to see if me human body could do it, without sinking to the bottom.”
“Swimming be more than floating, silly dragon.” She giggled. She was surprised how young and carefree she felt. “Smoke, how old be you?”
He kissed her. “Why does it matter?”
“I know so little about dragons. Me life among humans, and then the pack, seemed identical except for a few little things. Humans and wolves age and die. What of dragons?”
“I was born a long time ago, yet I feel I have known you forever. I have survived two hundred and thirty-five winters, but I would give them all up for one night with you. Why do you care?”
Why do I care?
The shock of his immortality, or at least longevity, made her stop and think. If she fell in love with a dragon, how long would their life together last? She chewed her bottom lip, worried she was already past that point.
Without thinking, she rubbed water over his shoulders. His eyes darkened, and his fingers tightened around her waist. “Turn around?”
Smoke eyed her warily, but did as she asked. She splashed water over his back and stared at the markings. Instinct made her lean over, and she pressed a chaste kiss to the image that looked very much like her dragon. Fire laced through her lips, and a brilliant light made her slam her eyes shut. All the breath in her body blew out her nose, and a scream sliced through her parted lips.
The next thing she knew, she awoke to find herself flat on her back on the hard dirt floor, staring up at the cave’s black ceiling.
“Kera? Speak to me, love!”
She blinked, and her vision wavered. Two dragons stared down at her, and she screamed. “I be naked, and you let your brother in?” She screamed louder.
“Calm yourself, love. ‘Tis only me. We be alone.”
“Aye?” She blinked again, and gazed into two pairs of green eyes. “I see two of you.”
“Be you hurt?”
When her stomach lurched, she slammed her eyes shut. Calmer, she took another chance. When she opened her eyes, Smoke’s damp golden hair hung over one of two eyes.
“Much better. What the Hell happened?”
His worried expression made her swallow, but her mouth was dry as dust. Not only was her left hip aching something fierce, she sensed her bare bottom would show bruises on the morrow.
“I have never had anyone kiss me on the back, because I have never shifted into this form before. I did not realize it could hurt you.”
Kera sat up, and accepted his outstretched hand. She took it warily, and got to her feet. “I be dirty.”
He only smiled, and led her back to the pool.
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Nancy Lee Badger loves chocolate-chip shortbread, wool plaids wrapped around the trim waist of a Scottish Highlander, the clang of broadswords, and the sound of bagpipes in the air. After growing up in Huntington, New York, and raising two handsome sons in New Hampshire, Nancy moved to North Carolina where she writes full-time.
Nancy is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, Triangle Association of Freelancers, and the Celtic Heart Romance Writers. Nancy and her family volunteer each fall at the New Hampshire Highland Games surrounded by…kilts