Hello again and boy do I have a treat for you! Today I am leaving you in the amazingly talented arms of Cherie Nicholls and her #outnow Wind Born.
Before I hand over, I wanted to share an interview I had with Cherie.
Q: What was it that gave you inspiration for this story?
A: Everyone knows I love a shifter but outside of my book Property
Lines, I’ve not really played with witches. What can be more exciting than a powerful
elemental witch with a white lion for a best friend? I really enjoyed writing
it.
Q: Can you give a brief explanation as to what the story is
about?
A: It’s about Aura, the air elemental and her best friend
Luka the white lion and their relationship. Luka is firmly stuck in the best
friend zone. Or as he puts it, is in fact King of the Best Friend Zone.
Q: Who is your fav character and why?
A: I love them both. Which is strange cause I usually pick
one over the other, but in this book I actually identify with both.
Q: Do you have a favourite part in the story, other than the
happy ending?
A: Yeah, everytime they argue, which they do a lot for best
friends. They can be quite creative with their putdowns.
Q: If you had to choose between pizza and Nandos, which
would you pick?
A: Pizza. God invented pepperoni for a reason… to make pizza
great!
Now you know here a little more, lets get back to Wind Born.
Amazing cover right? I'll let Cherie tell you more...
Thank you for having me!
Ok this is my book, Wind Born and it’s been
a little bit of a labor of love. Those who know me, know that I’m not always
able to dedicate the time I’d like to writing. Wind Born has taken me over a
year to write, seriously.
But this annoying Air Element just wouldn’t
leave me alone, so I was forced to write her story. Man when you’re a High
Priestess you sure do expect everyone to do as you say… rude!
Let me introduce you to Aura and her best
friend, Luka.
Blurb:
Luka Barend is an
alpha lion shifter, member of the Shifter Council, teacher, and big brother.
He's also stuck firmly in the “friend zone.” In point of fact he is King of the
Best Friend zone. Sometimes it really sucks to be him.
Aura Vietor is a High
Priestess, an air elemental witch, and a woman who really, really wants Luka to
realize that his best friend is actually a woman, with needs. Many, many dirty
needs. Stupid blind lion shifter!
Excerpt:
Luka lay facedown on his bed and wondered,
not for the first time, what he could’ve done in a previous life to be cursed
with a family like this.
Granted, what with them all being orphaned
at young ages and ending up in children’s homes, he’d not had much choice. But
still he must’ve really pissed off a couple of gods in a previous life if this
crazy menagerie was his punishment.
“So I said to her, ‛Baby, if you’re
impressed now, you should see what I can do with it.’ And let me tell you, she
was really impressed.”
He looked up at one of his younger brothers
and glared. In nature, lions and wolves didn’t mix. Sadly, that wasn’t the case
here. He was a lion shifter, and Nate—well, Nate was a pain-in-the-ass
wolf-coyote shifter. Another perk of being in an adopted, mixed breed family.
“Is there a reason you’re in my house?”
“Sure.”
He waited, but Nate didn’t seem to want to
offer more.
“Nate, it’s been a long day. I’ve been in a
council meeting for the last five hours. Tell me why you’re here before I shift
and bite your tiny little wolf head off.”
“Seriously, bro, since you made the
council, your fun meter has dropped, like, twenty percent.”
“Nathaniel!”
“Geez, chill. I’m here because Aura was
looking for you. Something about a ritual and the lake. If she needs a sex
sacrifice, I’m totally up for that.”
Luka dropped his head back to the bed and
groaned.
“Please tell me you didn’t offer her your
services.”
“I thought about it, and then I remembered
the last time I kindly offered my time and how it took a month for the green
color to fade from my fur.”
“Smart move. I’ll give her a call. Now get
out.”
“I’m crashing here tonight,” Nate threw
over his shoulder as he headed for the door.
“You have your own place.”
“Yeah, but your place is closer. I mean I’m
literally already standing in it. So, win.”
He didn’t argue as Nate closed the door. It
was true he did have his own place, but more often than not, Luka would walk
into the kitchen to find one or more of his siblings there.
He was sure some psychologists would say it
had to do with their childhoods. How losing their parents at such young ages
had affected them. Now they would cling together, needing each other’s presence
to feel secure and connected.
Personally, he thought that was all crap
and they just liked eating him out of house and home.
With a resigned sigh, he rolled onto his
back and grabbed his phone off the bedside table.
He punched the quick-dial number and waited
for the call to be answered. It didn’t matter that it was near midnight. There
wasn’t a worry that he’d wake up the person at the other end. Aura was a night
owl, something he’d learned as a kid.
“About goddamn time, freak,” was the
greeting he received. As tired as he was, he couldn’t help smiling.
“Sorry if I wasn’t waiting by the phone for
your call, hag.”
“What were you doing? Off licking your own
ass?”
“No, I was with the council planning our
witch hunt.”
“Yeah, like you’d have any chance against
us.”
“Us? Who said anything about the others?
Nope, we’re just planning on hunting whining air elemental witches.”
“Flea-ridden alley cat.”
“Reject from The Wizard of Oz.”
There was silence on the other end for a
second before he heard the snorted laugh.
The sound warmed his heart. Aura might be
an air elemental witch, a rare breed of witch to say the least. She might even
be one of the most powerful magical women in the world. But first and foremost,
she was his best friend. And wasn’t that all sorts of fun. Somewhere in their
teen years he’d landed not only in the friend zone, but he was in point of
fact, king of the best-friend zone. Yay him.
“So what did that boring group of dried up
has-beens have to say this time?”
“That group of has-beens is the authority
around here, and I happen to be a member, in case you’ve forgotten.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I told you when they
asked you to join that you’d be at least nine hundred years too young. But no,
you wouldn’t listen. So deal with it, kitten.”
“No, please, Aura. You’re drowning me with
your admiration.”
“Bite me.”
“Only if you ask me nice.”
He heard her breathy laugh come down the
line again and willed his body not to react. He’d have more chance swimming up
a waterfall.
“So, I hear you were looking for me,” he
said, and tried hard to distract his body and the part of him that was getting
hard at the thought of her luscious mouth on it.
“Sure was. The full moon is coming.”
“And? Happens all the time.”
“Yes, I know that, o wise one. But this one
is different. It’s a blood moon. Rare and very powerful. I need to have a
ceremony down at the lake. It’s going to happen, but I figured I should get
your approval first, what with you being all council-like now. That way the
boring old farts can’t shut me down.”
“You ask so nicely too.”
“You want nice? Okay, fine.” He closed his
eyes. He knew what was coming and so did his body. “Please, Luka. Oh, oh, oh,
God, please, Luka,” she panted down the line. “I promise to be a good girl,
really good…oh, mmm, so good.”
He swallowed hard and forced out a laugh.
“You’re getting better at that.”
“I should be. Practice does make perfect.”
That dragged a silent snarl from him. The
thought of another man’s hands on what he’d always considered his had his lion
pawing to get out.
“Fine, have your little magic show at the
lake. But don’t poison the lake, don’t burn anything down, and, Aura, if you
really must be naked, at least put up a border spell so I don’t find a group of
teenagers all standing there watching you and your coven.”
“Man, Nate was right—you really have lost
your fun side. Okay, fine, Mr. Prude. I’ll make sure the poor innocent boys are
shielded from our perfection. I guess I shouldn’t really ruin them for all the
other women.”
“I appreciate it. Now go away. I have
sleeping to do, and your cackle grates on my last nerve.”
“Yeah, love you too, twinkle.”
He hung up, dropped the phone back onto the
table, and lay back down.
Luka stared up at the ceiling and wondered
again if the gods were messing with him.
© Cherie Nicholls 2015
Author Info:
Cherie
Nicholls is an author of Paranormal Romance. By day she is an IT Manager and by
night she whips up worlds where alpha men find their mates and people are
always more than human.
Cherie
was born and lives in London, UK, and is a daughter, sister, sister-in-law,
aunt, aunt-in-law, great-aunt, and godmother in an ever-growing family. She has
a passion for shifter stories, most any sport and thimbles…don’t ask.
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