Guest Blogger – Alicia Nordwell

First off, thanks for hosting me, Jon! Today I thought I’d let visitors find out a bit more about Bear. Don’t forget to check out the new excerpt and comment for your chance to win the $10 Amazon gift card. The winner will be chosen randomly from the commenters and then announced on the final stop back at my blog on January 20th. Don’t forget to leave your email, or I won’t be able to contact you.


A Bit About Bear

Time to learn more about Bear! Welcome, Mr. Ber—

Finish that and die.

Oookay. Welcome, Bear. This is a little Q & A to share more about you with my readers.

Well, if they want to know my name they can read the book. I know you put it in there.

Hey, no need to glare. You’re the one who told Kameron! The first time you met him, in fact.

Yeah well, the blond giant has a way about him. Undercover wiles and all that. Moving on….

I do have a few other questions, if you don’t mind.

Ask away, and we’ll see if I answer.

What’s your favorite thing to eat?

Ooh, starting out with the hard questions, aren’t you? I like… meat. A thick, pink steak with lots of sauce.

*Facepalms* Next question, I guess. Let’s see… how about hobbies?

I like computers, always have. There’s no end to what a guy can find online to keep him entertained.

Oh geez. I don’t remember you being this pervy!

You’re the one who wrote in my favorite porn clip. How am I the pervy one? Besides, these are your questions.

*Crosses out what would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to amuse yourself?* How about your pet peeves? Can you answer that without dipping into the gutter?

If I have to, I can. I hate liars, but that’s a bit more than a pet peeve. Calling me little is a good way to find a beer bottle shoved places it doesn’t belong. People who crowd me and need a breath mint, assholes who fail to signal when they change lanes, and white socks with black shoes.

Well, that was mostly clean. Would you consider yourself organized or messy?

Organized. Loren’s always bitching that my apartment is frat boy-esque, but that’s just because I don’t have much stuff. Ratty couch, table, TV, my desk… I don’t need much else. I don’t leave boxes of pizza around or beer bottles around or anything.


Or my sexy underwear.


I guess I didn’t have to. Your face is really red. This is fun.

You can stop grinning anytime now. Kameron was right; you’re full of sass. I think I’m gonna go interview him. Maybe he’ll give me some adult responses.

Oh please. Who uses that word anymore? Are you guys some old grannies from the sixties? You’re both weird! I’m not sassy—I’m a spitfire. Much more modern. But hey, I can be an adult. Don’t give up yet. Ask me one more. I’ll behave.



I have no idea why I believe you. Okay, I’ve got a good one. Last question. What’s the most evil thing you’ve ever done?

You mean besides screw with you during this interview?

Yes, I mean besides that. *rolls eyes*

Well, I could say it was knocking Choika out, but that was pretty damn good for Kameron. Oh! I might have embedded a code to make some really naughty words trail the cursor when a visitor scrolls across the page for that pain in the ass client who kept trying to get website work outside of her contract. Maybe.

Are you sure you’re twenty-five and not two?

Oh, I’m sure. Can’t you tell?

All right, that’s enough of that. I’m going to talk to the adult in this house.


Protecting Bear Final- Medium


Synopsis: Bear has horrible luck with guys. Kameron seems like a good guy, but Bear thought his ex was a good guy too. He turned out to be a drug dealer. Kameron isn’t who Bear thinks he is, though, and Vilem’s enemies are looking for Bear. They want to… talk.

Excerpt: At first glance, Capstone looked like any other upscale bar. A small stage housed a DJ booth that was currently being used. Kameron saw an amp and microphone tucked in the corner. Spank Thru by Nirvana was blasting the dance floor, so if he did sit through a live show, odds were that his ears wouldn’t bleed from techno or bubble gum pop.

There was a door beside the DJ booth and another door behind the bar. Most of the room was dimly lit, except for the blue spots on the stage and the neon tubes glowing around the bar counter and just below the ceiling lighting up the wall of liquor bottles lining the skinny shelves. Tall chairs lined the bar. Most of them were full, except for down on the end near the door. Based on the layout of the room, Kameron knew that door went outside to the alley. The other door by the DJ booth must lead to the backrooms and office.

Kameron wound his way through the press of people standing and sitting around the tables until he got to the bar. He let the chair skid on the wood floor when he pulled it out but the music was loud enough the bartenders didn’t look up from making orders.

Two guys worked behind the bar serving drinks and taking money. One was obviously Bear. Kameron recognized him from his pictures. The other guy was either another staff member or the bar owner, Loren. He was average height, average weight, with light blond hair. From the neck down…. Metal bars through his nipples glinted blue in the light, and when he turned to grab a bar of liquor off the shelf, Kameron saw a huge tiger exposing long-ass fangs in a deadly snarl tattooed across his back. Clothed he could probably pass for a cop’s spouse, but behind the bar he looked at home half-dressed and joking with the customers.

Kameron settled into the chair sideways so his back was toward the corner of the room. He didn’t like the door at his back, but sitting sideways kept the floor and the bar in view. There was a good crowd of men dancing but along the wall were four tables with women. Actually… drag queens. The tight skirt one wore didn’t disguise the bulge between her legs when she stood, though without it Kameron would’ve had a hard time figuring out she was a man.

A nearly-empty drink on the bar gave Kameron the cover he needed. He cradled it in his hand to hide the lack of liquid and avoided direct eye contact around the bar, so Bear wouldn’t notice him. Nirvana morphed into the Cranberries and then Creed. Kameron tapped his toe along to the beat.

He kept a close eye on Bear. The slim man was dressed in leather pants and a crimson vest. His hair stood up in rigid spikes and his golden eyes were lined with kohl. He flew about, chatting with people as he made drinks and opened beers. No one waited for long.

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Author Bio:

Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find something interesting to read one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started… Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out. Fortunately for readers, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published! Oh yeah, she’s a wife, mom of two, and lives in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course!

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