Until The Stars Burn Cold By Nicole Hurley-Moore
Welcome Nicole to Romance, Fantasy and Magic. Nicole can you tell
us a little bit about yourself. How did you decided to enter the world of writing?
What does your family think of your writing? Where do you get your ideas?
Hi
Patricia and thanks so much for letting me drop by. I’m Australian and live in
the Central Highlands of Victoria. This area is old gold country, the
surrounding bush is littered with abandoned mine shafts from the 1850’s gold
rush. I’m married with three children and they all put up with me locking
myself away for hours on end to write. I write historical and paranormal
romances. My first two novellas, The Trinket Seller’s Daughter and Capturing
Bliss were both medieval romances. Until The Stars Burn Cold is a paranormal
tale.
My
ideas can come from anywhere, a phrase, an event or even an object. In my
latest book, Until The Stars Burn Cold
the idea came to me, when I happened across a picture of a silver ring in the
shape of a man.
Forbidden love.
Long
ago in ancient Persia, there lived a pair of star crossed lovers. In a
desperate bid, the lovers sought to flee the town of Adwan. But they were
caught and torn apart. For his insolence, Jinn is cursed into a ring. Ages pass
and empires crumble... and Jinn is still forever bound in a circle of frozen
silver. Bound, that is until present day antiques dealer, Mia Templeton
accidentally releases him. Mia is beautiful and Jinn, finds her somehow
familiar. Is love eternal and evil everlasting? Can the power that destroyed
his life in Adwan, reach through the centuries and threaten his future?
Oh Nicole, it sounds like I need to read this book, lol. I will when I have time. What is your
writing process?
I try and write every day.
Once I have an idea I plot it out scene by scene. I use a separate notebook for
each new story. In it is the plot, the characters, pictures, maps, sketches and
the list of books I’m using for research etc. Oh, and a sea of sticky (post it)
notes.
What was
the hardest part for you working on your book?
Not to let procrastination take hold and writing the
synopsis. Oh, and not getting lost in the research… which is really, really
easy to do
What
influenced or inspired you to write?
Reading way too many fairytales, myths and legends
as a kid.
I was also influenced by all of the romantic novels that I read, lol.
Do
you have a favorite character (from you're book)? Why?
My favourite is Jinn. He’s
loyal and brave. He tries so hard to do the right thing and willing to die to
protect the people he loves. Added to that I, feel a bit guilty that I stuck
him in a ring for centuries J
Do you
already know what to do next?
I have several stories that I’m working on at the
moment. There is a medieval romance, a medieval paranormal story and a series
of books which I’ve set in Victorian London.
Nicole that sounds like something that I would love to read, lol. Where can
we find more about you and your books?
Do
you have any last words?
Thank you, Patricia for
hosting me on your blog. It’s been great and I’ve had a lot of fun. I will be
giving a pdf copy of Until The Stars Burn
Cold to one of your lovely readers.
Thank you Nicole for visiting and for sharing your awesome books with us. I'm sure that some lucky reader will enjoy your book.
Until The Stars Burn Cold - Blurb
Forbidden
love
Long
ago in ancient Persia, there lived a pair of star crossed lovers. In a
desperate bid, the lovers sought to flee the town of Adwan. But they were
caught and torn apart. For his insolence, Jinn is cursed into a ring. Ages pass
and empires crumble... and Jinn is still forever bound in a circle of frozen
silver. Bound, that is until present day antiques dealer, Mia Templeton
accidentally releases him. Mia is beautiful and Jinn, finds her somehow
familiar. Is love eternal and evil everlasting? Can the power that destroyed
his life in Adwan, reach through the centuries and threaten his future?
A Snippet from Until The Stars Burn Cold
Mia stirred as a loud
rumble of thunder echoed over her house. She cracked open one eye ever so
slightly. A flash of lightning illuminated her bedroom wall. She relaxed back
into her soft mattress and closed her eyes. She was warm, comfortable and
content, and as sleep threatened to reclaim her once more she wondered if it
would be possible to reconnect with the delicious and vivid dream she had been
having. Parts of it were beginning to disappear and she tried to hold onto the
details.
There had been a man,
a beautiful man with wide shoulders and lovely brown eyes and he had been
kissing her. Mia let herself begin to drift, she was floating, barely conscious
of her surroundings as she snuggled deeper beneath her quilt. Yet there was a
nagging in the back of her brain that something was amiss. The edgy feeling
told her to wake up but her body rebelled and her breath began to deepen. She
reasoned that it was nothing to be concerned about; the dream coupled with the
oncoming storm had disturbed her and nothing more. That was until she felt a
large hand hook around her waist and pull her closer to a warm mass that
engulfed her back. Biting back a scream she pushed the hand away and flung
herself off the bed. She turned, faced the bed and fear, shock and amazement
blended together in a tight ball in her stomach as she saw that there was a man
in her bed.
A weak shaft of light
pierced the darkness and she could see he was lying on his side stretched out
on top of the quilt, with his arm flung across the bed. He was reaching for
where Mia had been dreaming only a moment or two ago. It was then that she
realized with a little relief that he was fully clothed. He wore long dark
green trousers tucked into soft leather boots that ran halfway up his calf and
a deep cream shirt under a leather jerkin.
Mia stumbled across
the corner of the room, grabbing the tall, metal floor lamp. She yanked at the
cord and pulled the plug out of the socket. The cream silk shade fell off and
rolled towards the door. Flicking on the bedroom light gave her a little
comfort; at least now she could see exactly what she was up against. She edged
towards the bed and looked down at her intruder.
She saw the way the
man’s chest softly rose and fell. His eyes were closed and his features were
relaxed. Feeling a little braver, Mia took one tentative step back towards the
bed and studied the stranger’s face. He was handsome, with high cheekbones and
a square jaw. His golden brown complexion was offset by his long dark hair.
Mia held the lamp in
front of her like a staff. Taking a deep breath, she wished her heart would
stop racing. She pushed the lamp forward and jabbed at the stranger’s shoulder.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing
in my bed?”
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Until
The Stars Burn Cold available from Pink Petal Books
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