Meet Indie Author Nina Pierce!

Nina Pierce is like me, she writes a little bit of everything. Give her a shot–you’re sure to find something you love! Be sure to comment for a chance to win her book!

What inspired this series?

I come from a family of five. We grew up in a small town in Maine where all of our neighbors knew us and getting away with anything was nearly impossible. Our home was loud and filled with love and chaos. When I sat down to write my first series I couldn’t resist writing what I know and the three Tilling sisters came about. There’s family drama, some mystery and of course some sexy men looking to join the Tilling clan.

What’s next for you?

Oh, gosh. I have a lot of irons in the fire. I have a paranormal series and an older woman/younger man series that are continuing. I’m working on those books. But I also have a romantic suspense book I wrote a couple of years ago that I’m dusting off and rewriting. I love the story, but it’s going to take a lot of work to save it from itself.

When you’re procrastinating what do you do?

I play on the internet. Between facebook, twitter, pinterest and of course surfing blogs, there isn’t any time I can’t find something to do other than writing. But I do try to be disciplined and write every day before taking a break and playing.

How many books in your TBR pile?

So many I can’t count. Seriously. I’m not kidding. I’ve got erotic romance books by Mari Carr, Julia Devlin, and Joey Hill. Romantic suspense books by Brenda Novak and Allison Brennan. And a bunch of paranormal books including authors, Jessica Andersen, Darynda Jones, and Lisa Kessler. I need to take a vacation and do nothing but read!

What’s your biggest guilty pleasure

I’m addicted to reality shows. I have never missed a season of Survivor or Amazing Race. My children know never to call me on Wednesday or Sunday nights. I just love me some Jeff Probst.

Name three of your favorite things.

1. My family (I come from Italian and Irish heritage … our family is HUGE!)

2. My cats

3. Chocolate (I’m a woman. You didn’t think I’d leave that off the list did you?)

Where can readers find you?







She’s trying to find herself. He’s attempting to hide. Together they’ll discover a truth that threatens them both…

Investigating the death of her best friend, uptight accountant, JULIE TILLING, discovers a world of adult nightclubs and Internet intrigue. When shock jock DAMON COREY rocks her world in a wild night of lust, she wonders if she’s found love…or the key to solving a murder.


“You ever ride a motorcycle, Julie?”

She pulled off the helmet and fluffed her hair. The corkscrew curls of copper fit her cute features much better than the black wig that had overpowered them.

“Not one this fast,”

He bit back a smile. “No, I meant any motorcycle.”

“Was it that obvious?” Color rose from her chest and deepened her already flushed cheeks.

“I like to be a woman’s first.” Shit. Even clean shaven and wearing his glasses, Demon’s persona had a bad habit of popping up at inopportune moments.

Julie stopped contemplating her toes and stared straight at him. Emotions moved over her face and clouded her eyes, but he didn’t know her well enough to read between the lines. He’d just met this wonderful woman. He hadn’t intended to scare her off.

“Julie, I—”

“No, Damon. You don’t have to apologize. I get it.”

He hadn’t thought her cheeks could become redder, but he was wrong.

“You have a lot of women available to you,” she said, quietly. “I’m sure they’re much more experienced than me.” She shrugged and fiddled with the strap of the helmet. “I’m sure you realize I don’t usually let go the way I did last night. And I know you weren’t really expecting the person you found at the family homestead?” She emphasized the last two words as if they were obscenities. “The Jewel of last night was more your speed. I get that.”

Oh, hell no. “No, Julie, I—”

Her hand flew up between them. “No, Damon, seriously, you don’t owe me anything. Obviously my father dragged you into an uncomfortable situation. Well, you’ve done your social obligation. I’m home safe and sound. I didn’t mean to disappoint, but I have a hard time living up to everyone’s expectations of who I should be. So, thanks. I get it. Good night.” The helmet landed in his lap.

“No, Julie, really, you don’t understand.” He yelled at her retreating back. “Julie, wait.” Damon attempted to jump from the bike, but the stand wasn’t down, and he had to juggle the extra helmet. “Damn it all to hell. Julie…” He finally managed to extricate himself from the bike and the helmets and caught her just as she pushed open the front door. “Please. I think you’ve misunderstood. Just give me a minute to explain. Then I’ll leave.”

Her arms knotted across her chest for protection. A wounded heart? He’d have to tread carefully. The emerald eyes shimmering in the waning light telegraphed her pain and embarrassment, but her lips were pursed thin with determination. The woman was a walking enigma. Damon suspected she had no idea how damn sexy she looked standing there, inviting him to explain himself—daring him to breach her defenses.

“Look, Julie. I’m not going to lie to you. Demon Jones is very popular with the ladies. Damon Corey…not so much. If you’re looking for the person I was last night, well, you’re in for a big surprise. He’s as fake as Santa Claus.”

The tip of her tongue darted out to wet her full lips. “I still believe in Santa Claus.”

She would. “The Easter bunny, then.”

“But he doesn’t try to pass himself off as anything but the chocolate peddler that he is. I don’t think any hearts have ever been broken by the Easter bunny.”

“Julie…” Damon’s hand found its way to her cheek, his fingers tangling in her hair. She smelled earthy and fresh, and he gulped in great breaths of heaven, not sure he could ever completely fill his lungs. He gauged her reaction as he leaned in, his gaze sweeping her rounded cheeks and pouty mouth. When he brushed his lips against Julie’s satin warmth, her eyes fluttered closed and he nibbled on her full bottom lip. A sweet moan of surrender escaped a moment before she opened for him. Their tongues tasted and explored, and he walked her backward into the living room to shut out any neighbor’s prying eyes.

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13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Cynthia Woolf
    May 23, 2012 @ 06:54:38

    What a fun interview. In a family full of love and chaos it’s amazing you got any writing done. Great excerpt too.


    • Nina Pierce
      May 23, 2012 @ 08:02:54

      LOL! I didn’t start writing until my children were young adults. But my goodness … I think they’re busier now with them out of the house! I’m not sure how I get anything done either!


  2. Mary W/A Cora Blu
    May 23, 2012 @ 07:32:31

    I like learning tidbits about you Nina. A great excerpt. Coming from a huge family myself mine are high on my list as well.
    Beautiful cover too.

    Cora Blu


    • Nina Pierce
      May 23, 2012 @ 08:06:55

      Mary – I’m glad you enjoyed interview. And I’m so pleased with that cover. Dar Albert of Wicked Smart Designs created it for me.


  3. Alicia Street (@AliciaStreet1)
    May 23, 2012 @ 08:43:45

    Fun interview, Nina! Luv the excerpt.


  4. Savannah Chase
    May 23, 2012 @ 08:50:23

    Nina, wonderful interview. You know I’m a fan. You are such an amazing author.


  5. flchen1
    May 23, 2012 @ 17:09:16

    Great interview, MJ and Nina! I can so relate with the towering TBR (well, mine is towering, anyway–DH is thankful that at least a small fraction of it is now electronic so that’s one fewer stack that can fall over in an earthquake and smush us ;))


  6. Roxy Boroughs
    May 23, 2012 @ 21:30:02

    A lovely interview. Blind Her With Bliss is on my TBR pile.


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