The Book is FREE on AMAZON - Tell all your friends (that are over 18) before the 12th of August...

Sorry for my lack of blogging of recent, with one thing and another i have found myself being pulled here there and everywhere. A broken back for my mother and summer holidays...I try to entertain as best i can honestly i do!

Anyway i digress, The Desire to Touch is free for 5 days, yes 5 days only on Amazon so get those fingers tapping to the store and download it free......who can refuse a freebie?

I hope you enjoy, i'm still working on the other book for you all to read hopefully as of October.

TTFN xxx

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Play me Away

How gambling ruins the life of Alexis Roberts, not her own addiction but that of someone else. Not seeing a way out and finding her life in danger - Alexis is made an offer she can not refuse.

Coming soon!

Author Interview with What Nikki Read

Many thanks to Nikki @ whatnikkiread.weebly.com for the amazing interview and all the help she is giving to Indie Authors.

Check out the link to go to my interview: whatnikkiread interview.

Many Thanks to all again who have read The Desire to Duology & thank you so much for all your kind words!

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A MASSIVE APOLOGY TO PEOPLE WHO HAVE PURCHASED THE DESIRE TO LOVE

To all who have purchased The Desire to Love a big thank you and a massive sorry for the rookie 'twitter tag' that has somehow ended up in the book. It is being rectified and amazon will notify you of an update which will remove this from the book. I am sorry and i hope you can see past it....kicking myself at the moment after 3 editor checks and i go and screw it up (still unsure how i did that) - sorry 

A Massive apology for the error in the first chapter in The Desire to Love

To all who have purchased The Desire to Love a big thank you and a massive sorry for the rookie 'twitter tag' that has somehow ended up in the book. It is being rectified and amazon will notify you of an update which will remove this from the book. I am sorry and i hope you can see past it....kicking myself at the moment after 3 editor checks and i go and screw it up (still unsure how i did that) - sorry 

THE DESIRE TO LOVE FREE TODAY TO CELEBRATE RELEASE OF THE DESIRE TO LOVE

After the amazing results in people buying The Desire to Love, i have put The Desire to Touch FREE for today only on Kindle store. Go grab your copy today boys and girls :-) x

Rethink at last minute for the cover

Final touches are now being done to the final version of The Desire to Love's cover. Yes i know i was leaving it till the very last minute to change it, but once you read the book you'll get the cover :-)

Thank you x

Is sex the answer? - reviewers think yes!

Can you outrun the past? Ellie is trying but at 24 rebuilding her life shouldn't be the main priority. Hiding from the past she falls unwittingly at the feet of Hollywoods greatest star - can they out run the past together? Full of passion, thrills and humour! Great review left by site What Nikki Read, great review thank you!!!

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Can you?

Can you outrun the past? Ellie is trying but at 24 rebuilding her life shouldn't be the main priority. Hiding from the past she falls unwittingly at the feet of Hollywoods greatest star - can they out run the past together? Full of passion, thrills and humour!
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The Desire to Love

The last few final touches are being done to the book. Having a crisis of conscience at the mo but I'm sure ill sort that out. Anyway keep an eye out on Facebook, twitter or www.ntaylor.com for the release date!!

Sales going well - Thank you all

Sale Going well, Thank you to all who are taking advantage of the limited time offer. The sequel will be released soon and you will be the first to know!

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**SALE NOW ON**

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SALE NOW ON!!!

The Desire to Touch is is less than half price for a week only - give it a go!!

Best way to market an ebook?

This seems to be one of the most pondered questions in the Indie book market. As you will have seen i too am wondering the age old question - what really is the best way to market my ebook?
Now of course for those who are lucky enough to get picked up by an agent and/or publisher well there seems to be no problem. The book is on the shelf and every Tom, Dick and Harry that goes shopping in any retail store will likely see and buy it. But for those of us who are on the pathway to self publication what re the best ways?

1- Social Media... I have a Facebook page and Twitter account - having been told it can take up to a year for those to make 1000 likes/follwers.
2 - Free days on Amazon - Well i have used 4 of my 5 days and got well over 2000 downloads, yet actual sales seem to be slow.
3 - Give up?

No there is obviously no quick fix to this, the earlier success that other authors have had has been amazing and really spurs me on to try and conquer the market. Having had a professional cover made i was hoping to see if that boosted the sales. Alas things have still been slow - my original cover may have been something a 5 year old using paint may have been able to achieve. Now I may not be the brightest spark in the box but i prefer the term naive (a girl can dream of over night fame! as well as believe that Australasia is an actual country. I won't rush to be Prime Minister though if i was it would be most interesting!)

Anyway I persevere on, on that daunting path of trying to make a descent sale from a story i wrote and am fully in love with.

Watch this space as i try to make my way along the hard, scary and possibly exciting path of self publishing - ebook style!

If you read this please like the page on Facebook, come on people lets get me numbers boosted!

NOW ON FACEBOOK

Hey all,

I now have a facebook page as well as Twitter:

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Follow me for up to date news and offers - sale starting later today on the book before the release of the sequel..

The new book cover is out!!!

Hey all,

Well as they saying "Never judge a book by it's cover." Well they do and i opted to have a new cover made for The Desire to Touch and i think it looks pretty damn good. Thanks to Andrew Campbell @ http://kindlebookcovers.weebly.com/ - He does a professional job at an affordable price!

Here it is:

The Desire To Touch First Chapter

As Promised here is the censored first chapter

 (please note these books are for 18+ due to sexual content and explicit language.)

Chapter One

“What the… ouch, my head hurts, what have I done this time?” Still drunk I arouse from a comatose state trying to find some familiarity through the haze of blurry eyes and pounding hangover, as to where I am.

“My arm, I can’t feel my arm…Oh my God…Oh my God!”

I start to panic, thinking someone’s sawn off my arm like some kind of horror movie. Taking a look up, I see I’ve fallen asleep with my arm above my head and entwined with the wooden headboard. All the blood has run out of it leaving it numb. I lay my head down and breathe a sigh of relief. I look up again; laughing at my hysterical thoughts and, like a brick being launched off the top of The Eifel Tower, my arm comes smacking down to earth and wallops me in the face.

“F***!” I start breathing rapidly through my mouth, trying to curb my urge to scream and cry. “S***! oh wow that hurts!”

Looking around the stark white room I can’t see anything familiar, but boy, does my head hurt and now, so does my nose! I lay my head back down as the four inches I had it levitated was like pure torture, and the taste of blood is now running down my throat. Ok ceiling, do I recognise you? Not my ceiling…ok body we need to get up and see where we ended up last night. I sit myself up, wow its bright in here, I have to squint to try and see through the brash light streaming into the room from the balcony doors. Cupping my nose with my good arm I realise I am on a bed but it’s not my bed. I’m fully clothed and that’s a good sign, my angelic side pats herself on the back but my devilish side is still asleep.

Using my one functioning arm I shuffle to the end of the bed so that my feet are grounded, with my left arm hanging limp by my side.  Slowly standing up towards the light, minding my now bleeding nose, I rub my eyes and groan in a whispered breath;

“Can today get any worse? Well, let’s face it it’s” - glancing at my watch, “6:25am, so yes its early. I have a day of cack-handedness, butter fingers and falls to look forward to.”

Standing with a slight shake I realise where I am and looking on the floor I can see some familiar faces still unconscious from the night before. Stepping over numerous blonde and brunette ladies in burlesque clothing I find my way to Lucas who is sleeping on the couch. He has become a dear friend these past few months and I love him to pieces but there is no excuse for his current sleeping position - one hand down his white suit pants, while the other is half way up some poor blonde’s skirt!

I lean over to grab my bag from beside him and take out my phone, as you never know when a picture of this class could be used, well, for me to rip it out of him later anyway. Poor blondie she’s going to wake up, exchange numbers and expect a call from him but I know Lucas all too well. He’ll string her out for the next week thus, making their working relationship awkward and, I’ve told him before, dating your backing dancers is not healthy work ethic but he’s carefree. I envy him.

Lucas has the looks of a Greek god with his olive skin, emerald green eyes, square jaw line and dimpled chin. His hair is dark and is always perfectly styled to the side, very Sinatra and he has a voice like him too. The women swoon over him constantly offering sex, which he rarely refuses.

Lucas is the headline act in the nightclub ‘Hooch’ owned by notorious playboy wannabe and troublemaker Jerry Fines. Hence the party last night; we had a few too many and all bundled back to Lucas’s apartment to drink more, once Lucas had finished his set with the dancers. I can only assume I passed out on the bed and the others got down and dirty together which does not surprise me, I have witnessed Lucas’s orgies on many occasion but never wanted to join in.

Taking a quick snap of the loving couple; with a little giggle, I tiptoe to the door and slide myself out, making sure not to disturb any of the sleeping beauties. Closing the door behind me with a gentle click as the latch catches, I cup my nose one last time as it is now starting to throb.

I’m not that far from home but walking around Broadway apartments before 7am on a Monday morning is not a great idea, the owner for one - the same Jerry Fines - is not a force to be reckoned with. On a Monday he is always moody and doing the rent knock before the suits leave for work. My uncle always says Jerry has small dog syndrome and I’m not supposed to really be near him, as Jerry knows some bad people. He’s about 5 foot tall with a god awful dyed black perm and he carries more jewellery on his hands and neck then the average pawnshop sells.

I also would like to get home before the streets are heaving with the suiters and booters out to earn a crust, because right now my head’s booming way too much to be making my way through the bustling crowd and my bleeding nose won’t look great.

 Walking fast down the corridor with the elevator in view I start picking up speed, dreaming of a nice hot bath and my bed. Attempting to walk in a straight line I have my eyes fixated on my destination, so much so I do not see the figure stepping out of their door and into my pathway.

BANG - like a steam train to a brick wall - I smack into them. I’m not exactly sturdy in my current condition and now I can feel myself flying backwards and then I land, oh so lady like, on my backside.

“Ssshhhhhugar….b****y hell that hurts.” I sob quietly, but loud enough, to emanate my pain.

In my still drunken state I scramble to my knees muttering all kinds of curse words. Not looking up I place my hands on my thighs and I’m trying to catch my breath, “Sheesh does no one look where they are going anymore? Don’t mind me, just bowl me over…and ouch my b****y nose!”

Cupping my nose once again as I can taste fresh blood; I lift my upper body up, with my knees still firmly grounded, only to find I am eye level with a very nicely suited crotch. My mouth drops open and I am just staring. ‘What is wrong with me, come on woman, get up off the floor. Stop looking at this mans well-hung parts.’ My devilish side whispers in my ear, ‘Keep staring, at least if the face is nothing to look at you have this pretty image reserved for later should you need it!’

There’s a cough from above my eye level but I don’t want to move.

The door the crotch appeared from opens once more and a voice says laughing, “Wow Trey, got them falling at your feet this early eh? Here, you forgot your phone.”

I look to the left to see the man at the door.

“Morning ma’am,” with that he chuckles passing a phone above my head and closes the door shut. I feel like I have been staring for about ten minutes but I think it’s only been about one, how do I break this moment without looking like too much of a perve?

There’s a cough from above again. I slowly tilt my head back to see what was above the magnificent weapon in front of my very open, slack jawed, mouth. Well at least I now know  the groin I was staring at has a name.

Breaking the silence this deep soothing voice jests, “Normally I wouldn’t indulge in erm ….” he laughs, “oral this early on a Monday.”

My eyes catch his, I lost all use of my jaw muscles but they, as myself, finally regain composure and are now allowing me to bring my mouth to a shut.

His hand comes down and grasps mine, pulling me up. As his skin touches mine it sends a wave of electrical currents through me, causing goose bumps all across my body, this makes me clench deep down inside. Is this raw sexual attraction I am feeling?

I’m now standing in front of this godly creation, this beautiful man that radiates an astounding sexual essence that makes me quiver deep within. I close my eyes and my ‘angelic side’ mutters dryly in my other ear ‘You’re hung over and you stink, how can you be getting turned on by this situation? Explain how you have possibly broken your own nose, go on see how attractive you are then!’

She shouts the truth and I don’t know how or why but standing there looking into the sparkling blue eyes, so blue it’s like looking into the depths of the ocean, I am getting turned on.

Taking a look over him, I can see he’s wearing charcoal suit trousers that are hugging him in all the right places, a Cargo green tight sweater that caresses his upper torso, showing every inch of muscle on his arms. He has designer stubble all around his strong bitable jaw line. This is all flattered by a mop of mousey blonde hair on top, with perfectly trimmed short back and sides.

“Are you ok?”

Shaking my head trying to clear the unwanted thoughts of jumping his bones, I come back to reality.

“Are you ok?” Trey asks again, still holding my hand.

I cough to clear my throat, “I’m ok, I think.”

My devilish side is hammering at my ear yelling, ‘No, no say you need the kiss of life, faint, play dead, do something!’

“You think?” He asks softly, now stroking the back of my hand.

Sensing how hot and seriously turned on I am getting, I pull my hand away and instantly my defenses go up.

“I was ok, until you bowled me over,” Embarrassment now setting in and sarcasm in abundance, my face is going red, heart rate is quickening and I can feel my private area….well after years of no contact - its yearning.

He laugh’s “I bowled you over did I? I’m sorry I thought I was just leaving my friends apartment but…”

I can feel that the situation is getting more embarrassing and I’m not one for thinking before I speak so with a deep breath I muse, “Apology accepted thanks.”

I flush ruby. His face is so…so wow, I’m sure I have seen it before but I can’t place it.

My angelic side is standing with a clothes peg over her nose, for the fumes of alcohol coming off my skin are immense and I’m shocked he’s not getting drunk from being so close.

His mouth opens in shock then turns to a wry smile; I start to turn to head for the lift. Knowing I have left him speechless has got my inner devil giving me a standing ovation and angel girl too seems impressed. Seeing the stairs are closer I dart for them and as I reach the door he shouts, “I didn’t get your name and your nose is bleeding!”

What am I thinking, how can I have just been so bold to run into him and then get him to apologise for it. I can’t help the nervous giggling as I make my decent down the steps, skipping two at a time. 

I open the door to the lobby and peek my head around trying to see if Jerry is on the prowl. The lobby is mainly a cream colour on the walls and golden décor – trust Small dog to be so brash with the cash and taste, it’s not too bad, but I’ve stayed in better motels.

 I can see the reception desk is empty and Jerry’s door is shut, so now’s my chance to make a break for the street. I take a breath and start to walk briskly for the main door.

 Just as I pass the reception desk I hear the squeak of someone’s shoes on the polished tiled floor.

“Well lookey what we have here!” Jerry’s voice is so creepy, like an old family uncle.  When he’s drunk he gets all slimy and that gross tingling sensation shoots up your spine, making you cringe like you’ve eaten a whole lemon.

I turn to look at him and put on my fake ‘how lovely to see you’ face, “Hi Jerry, how are…”

“Darling, I am all the better for seeing you,” He starts walking over to place his arm around my waist.

Instinctively I step back to stay out of his touch but realise I’m starting to be backed up against a wall.

‘Think god damn it, think woman come up with an excuse……arrrghhh it can’t be that hard!’

“Ellie, Ellie, Ellie,” He says under his breath eyeing me up and down, as he closes in ready to pounce.

‘Crap, think woman think,’ “Sorry Jerry, I can’t stay, I have to…”

“What would your uncle think of you being here?” he tuts.

“Well…,” my hands are on the wall behind me trying to make space for me to crawl into. “He knows me and Lucas are good friends, I really have to go. Sorry Jerry excu…” I attempt to slip past him.

Jerry stops me in my tracks and places his stubby fingers on my hips before I can brush past him. I wince and want to die inside. ‘Ground, swallow me up now!’ Devil girl has the knuckle-dusters at the ready and is standing ready to attack whereas Angel girl has done a runner leaving a ‘Be Back in Five’ sign.

I’m not afraid to bring my knee up swiftly if I have to, bringing all hope of future Fines to an abrupt halt.

“Come now Ellie, you’re here, I’m here, and the mood is so right.”

He’s stepping closer to me and the smell of his old spice is just too much, making the previous night’s alcohol intake work its way back up my throat.

I gag and shiver.

“You ok my little sex kitten?” Imitating a purr he raises his hand to touch my face.

“Yeah, was just a bit sick in my mouth,” Did I just say that?

“Ya what?” he scolds with a matching look upon his very orange face.

“I said I feel a bit sick and need to head out,” oh please, please let that make him move.

He raises his hand to move my fringe out of my eyes but he stops and his face freezes. Shooting a glance to my left I see Trey has appeared and has a firm grip around Jerry’s arm.

A sick feeling runs through my gut, I really don’t want to be caught up in the middle of a confrontation, violence is a no-no in my book. I can feel the heat of panic starting to hit my face, my arms start to shake and my racing heart pounds loudly in my ears.

“Jerry,” Trey says with great ease and calmness, “Could I have a quick chat with you, I think I have seen something you should be aware of?”

Jerry lets go of me and moves toward Trey and I breathe a sigh of relief, the panic starting to drain from my body leaving me feeling worse than when I woke up. I hold onto the wall behind me to steady myself.

Trey starts, “I have just overheard one of the occupants on the fourth floor talking about getting out before rent knocks are due, I wasn’t sure- ”

He flits me a quick wink to let me know he has the situation under control and, with that, I’m off the wall running out of the door. I can hear Jerry cursing about non payers and how he’ll kick them out. Running with such force I snag my jacket on the handle of the door. It catches me for a second but with the force I’m using to remove myself from the building, I just rip straight through it.

After hailing a cab I find myself safely grounded back at home, well if you can call it home. It has been for me for the past 9 months and it looks like it will stay this way for a lot longer.

My home, for now, is ‘Valentines Hotel’, which is smack bang in the centre of New York looking out onto City Hall Park.

 I decide it would be better all-round if I slip in through the service entrance and I may be able to avoid a harsh talking to from uncle B himself. I walk through the service door to see Earl, head of security, chatting up Marianne who is head of Housekeeping. I smile and try to slip by un-noticed, it’s embarrassing enough to see them flirting but to get caught up in it is another thing. Slipping past, I think I’m clean through, when I am called. Turning I see Earl and Marianne smiling at me,

“Your uncle is not happy with you Ellie.” Earl’s amused, he knows only too well what I’m like.

“I didn’t think he would be,” I reply complacently.

“He’s in a meeting till 9, so you have time to run up and shower before he’s giving it ‘the chat’”

“Thanks Earl,” I smile and look at Marianne who is still pinned against the wall by Earl’s arm. “See you Marianne”

“Bye Ellie, oh and if you’re bored later I can always find something for you to do,” laughing she winks and turns back to consume Earls affection and charm.

Once in my apartment and in a nice relaxing bath my mind starts to wonder. Who was that man, my knight in shining armor, just thinking about him has got me all hot and bothered again. Ok enough of this I’m going to call Lucas wake him from his drunken stupor and see how he’s feeling.

After half an hour and the memories of the night before relived, I explain to Lucas about meeting Trey in the hallway and how Jerry tried to jump me. Lucas isn’t happy with Jerry but he is intrigued as to who the handsome stranger could be and assures me he will do some digging around.

We end the call and I sink myself back into the bath. Using my toe I turn the hot tap on again and top up the now lukewarm water, whilst it is filling I reach for my razor and start the ritual of shaving my legs, underarms and bikini line.

 Once I am clean and shaven, I climb out of the bath and avoid seeing myself in the mirror. Quickly I dry myself down, I put my hair in a turban-like style and don my robe.

I can’t help it, I have to see them in the mirror again. I know the doctors said I should leave them to heal but I have to see how it looks now. I open my robe and it parts so my naked body is on show in the full-length mirror.

 There it is, the mother of all scars running from under my right breast in a pattern down to my left hip. I tentatively run my finger across the scar all the way along, the whole time watching myself in the mirror. Then I lift my right wrist and I go to run my fingers across the scar that marks me, but I can’t bring myself to touch this one. I always thought of myself as not quite the right size, too short, hips too wide or just a bit too much skin in need of toning, but looking back I was perfect and now I am a broken shell of what I used to be.

 Come on woman just pick up the phone and book yourself into see the plastic surgeon Uncle Brendan found, it’s been long enough it’ll be safe now. I reach a hand for my phone but curl my fingers away – I close my eyes and think to myself ‘I’ll be fine, it’ll fade,’ I can happily never look there again.

My phone starts ringing again snapping me out of my reverie, I close my robe and grab my phone to find its Meagan ringing. Meagan is my cousin, her father is my uncle, he and his wife Laurie are divorced, but Meagan seems to spend her life at the hotel with her dad. To be fair she’s been a great help settling me in and introducing me to people.

I answer the phone, “Hey you, how’s things?”

“Come to the pool?” She pleads.

I laugh, “I’m fine thanks for asking” I close my eyes and try to think of an excuse, I really just want to curl up and sleep, “Oh not today I..”

“No excuses, come to the pool. Please?” She can be extremely persuasive and whiny when she wants something.

I huff and don’t say anything.

“Look, just come down for a drink and sunbathe, go on, it’ll be fun!” I can hear her smile down the phone, I can even hear her pouting.

“Ok,” I give in, “I’ll be down in 20 minutes, but no drinks, just save me a bed.”

“Oh, I saved you one when I got here earlier.”

“Figures, ok, 20 minutes.” I put the phone down and walk out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

Throwing myself onto the bed I lay and stare at the ceiling, I can do this, a few hours socialising won’t hurt. I clamber off the bed and head for the dresser, rifling through my drawers I find a plum tankini with a blue Lily print and matching bikini shorts. I pull the tankini on making sure the scars are covered, I then put on some blue shorts and a black vest top. I glance in the mirror, and the bags underneath my hazel brown eyes, are going to be a dead giveaway of the hangover I am suffering from. Now, for the hair…I think I’ll pin back my fringe, don’t want no dodgy tan lines, and then put the rest in a high ponytail. I grab my brush and sort my blonde hair into something that looks like a style, I then pin my fringe back so it sweeps to the side.

 Grabbing the nearest bag I can find, I shove in my towel, phone, and any other crap I find loose that I may need. I slip on some white flip-flops and I’m good to go.

 As I leave the room I catch sight of my right wrist, I haven’t put a bangle on. I grab my black thick leather wristband with silver floral detail and strap it over my wrist, it has become a trademark joke between those who know me and I never go out without something covering it.

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Romantic fiction, The book is back on paid now but the downloads were amazing thanks to all!!!

Thanks to all who downloaded the book, the numbers were amazing! Its back on as paid now so watch this space

The Desire to Touch free on the Kindle store for 2 days only

Hi all,

The book is free for today and tomorrow only, it has nearly made it into the top 100 free books in UK and top 500 in amazon.com

Enjoy!!!

x

If you liked 50 shades then try this

Hi all,

Book doing really well and is going for free on the kindle store as of tomorrow at 12pm pacific time. It's a limited offer and i hope all of you that read it, like it.

Sales of the desire to touch going well woohoo!!

I would definitely recommend that if anyone has a story to tell, ePub on amazon!!!

The Desire to Touch - on amazon kindle now....will put up the first few chapters ASAP needs some censoring though.

Please note this is an adult romantic fiction!!

:) x

Ok so i read 50 shades and The crossfire Trilogy books ....

Right so i read the books along with every other person on the planet, yes i will admit i fell in love with all of them, the story lines and the characters. Anyway like a lot of others out there the "mummy porn" thing took over and i started to buy up anything that was reviewed to be in the category of these books.

Long story short i run out of things to buy so i started to write a book.....8 months later the first one is done and a final 3 months after that the sequel is complete. I have had a few people read it and they all liked it and yes we know friends and family can be biased, but these friends would generally tell me is it was pap.

Right this is the cover which i created myself and the book well...it is an ADULT book and i will censor what i can and post maybe the first chapter or so....depending if people want to read more. The book has been available on Amazon kindle store since 23/03/13

I hope eventually everyone loves reading it as much as i have writing it.