9 Willow Street, Sale

9 Willow Street

It’s little more than a week until the release of 9 Willow Street, and here are more pre-order links. A reminder: if you haven’t used the the Pride sale code on JMS Books page yet, you still have a couple days to get my books (including pre-orders) for 50% off.

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(20% off until July 13, or if you haven’t used your Pride coupon yet, you can get it for 50% off until June 30)


M/M Paranormal / 28000 words


Next morning, I wake up early. It’s still dark outside, and I’m not sure what woke me up — a quick glance at the ancient mechanical clock radio on the bedside table tells me it’s almost two hours until my alarm will go off, so I close my eyes again, willing myself to go back to sleep.

My eyelids are heavy, and I melt into the mattress as my mind drifts. I must already be dreaming because I can smell coffee; strong and bitter and fruity, and it’s making my mouth water. The scent grows more intense and I hum. I’ve never had a dream this life-like before.

My eyes flutter open and I rub a palm over my face, but the coffee aroma doesn’t disappear even though I’m clearly awake. Knitting my eyebrows together, I turn on the light.

And there, on the bedside table, stands my favorite cup — the one Nana hand-painted with my name and wood anemones, my favorite flower — full of hot, steaming coffee.

“What the …?” I push myself up to seated and stare at the thing as though it’s a huge disgusting cockroach.

… and from the corner of my eye, I notice someone sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall under the window.

I gasp, scrambling backward until I almost fall off the bed. When my feet hit the floor, I put as much distance between me and the stranger as I can. My legs wobble and my hands tingle as I press my back against the wardrobe door.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” I say, voice breathy and hesitant. I wouldn’t scare a mouse in my state. My gaze flits between the intruder and the door.

Can I make a run for it?

My heart is galloping in my chest, and I shake my head, trying to clear it and make sure I’m properly awake, but he’s still there. He’s real, not a figment of my imagination.

As I look closer at the man, who’s not saying anything, just sits there as though he’s trying to be as unthreatening as possible, I realize he’s vaguely familiar.

I definitely recognize the Bob Dylan T-shirt he’s wearing. “Are you wearing my clothes?”

He nods, making his huge white-blond curls bounce around his head. The tip of his nose twitches and his forget-me-not colored eyes are big and guarded.

It’s the eyes that does it.

“Wait! You’re that guy. The one the Nymans were here looking for.” I bite my lip as I search my brain for the name of the missing man. “Mattis?”


I jump when he speaks, making my head slam against the wardrobe, and I wince.

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

I scowl at him, inching myself closer to the door, hoping he won’t try and stop me when I get close enough to bolt.

Why, oh why, did I make that stupid rule for myself to never bring my phone to bed? If I’d had it, I could’ve hidden in the closet and called 911.

“I made you coffee, Hannes. Please don’t run, I need to talk to you.”

“How do you know my name?” My voice is nowhere near as demanding as I want it to be. Instead, it sounds more like a plea and cracks.

Slowly, he rises to his feet in one fluid motion, keeping his gaze on me and his voice soft. “I know many things about you.”

“How?” I’m pretty close to the door now. Just a few steps and I’ll be out.

“Please don’t run. Sit, drink your coffee, and I’ll tell you.”

I shake my head. “Why should I? How do I know you’re not here to kill me or something?”

He cocks his head and his nose twitches faster. “’Don’t be afraid. I know I probably look big and scary to someone as small as you, but I promise I’m nice. I won’t hurt you.’”

I freeze as he quotes my own words back to me, the ones I said to Mio that day I found him in the kitchen. “How?” I whisper.

About Nell

Glad Midsommar!

Today is Midsummer, and except for Christmas it’s probably the most traditional Swedish holiday of them all. Most Swedes celebrate it, and since I’m in Sweden, I’m doing it, too. Me and my husband are spending the day with friends we’ve known for almost thirty years, and we’re doing everything shown in the (very serious) information clip below. Except listening to dansband music: we aren’t fans of this terrible traditional Swedish music genre 😂

For me and my husband, Midsummer is a double cause for celebration, because it’s also our anniversary. We got married on Midsummer’s Eve 2005, so this will be our 14th anniversary (we’ve been together for much longer than that (25+ years) but we didn’t get married until 14 years ago.) Technically, Midsummer 2005 was on June 24th, but by telling everyone our anniversary is on Midsummer, I can celebrate twice: on Midsummer and then the actual date. Good plan, don’t you agree? 🙂

So I just wanted to wish you all Glad Midsommar (Happy Midsummer). And check out the film if you want to know what all of Sweden (including yours truly) is doing today 😂

Book Talk

Monday Book Talk

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Today, I’ve stolen another tag from the internet, Unpopular Bookish Opinions.

A popular book or series that you didn’t like.

50 Shades of Grey. In June 2015, 125 million books had been sold worldwide, which is ridiculously many books. I thought: 125 million people can’t be wrong, and read them, all three of them (because book 1 and 2 ends in a cliffhanger and I can’t with cliffhangers!) Turns out 125 million people can be wrong, and I really, really dislike this book series. The writing is terrible. The characters are horrible. And they do a piss-poor job of depicting BDSM. No thank you.

A popular book or series that everyone else seems to hate but you love

The Da Vinci Code. It’s on this list of books considered the worst, but I liked it when I read it. Stayed up all night reading it, googling all the artwork that are mentioned in the story, and thoroughly enjoyed myself.

A love triangle where the main character ended up with the person you didn’t want them to end up with, or an OTP that you don’t like.

Bella-Edward-Jacob, in the Twilight series. To be perfectly honest, I was #TeamEdward when I read Twilight back in 2005, but time – and age – has made me realize that Edward and Bella is kind of creepy. She’s a teenager and he’s a 109-year-old vampire, albeit looking like a teenager. I’m all for May/December romances, but this is a little too much, considering he’s also a creepy stalker. It would have made much more sense for Bella to end up with Jacob.

A popular book genre that you hardly reach for

Fantasy and sci-fi. I have a hard time reading extensive world-building, so these genres are not for me.

A popular character that you don’t like.

Albus Dumbledore. He expected a child to rid the wizarding world of its greatest threat, and instead of helping him, he withheld information. Not cool, dude.


A popular author that you can’t seem to get into

J.R.R Tolkien. I’ve read The Hobbit, and 200 pages of The Fellowship of the Ring and nope. Nope nope nope. (I like the movies though.)

A popular book trope that you’re tired of seeing.

The Big Misunderstanding. If I never have to read a book with characters not communicating again, it’ll be too soon.

A popular series that you have no interest in reading

The Temptation series by Ella Frank. Not because I don’t like her writing, I liked the two  M/F romances of hers I’ve read. The reason I don’t want to read it, even though it’s wildly popular among M/M romance readers, is that all six books follow the same couple, and I’m not a fan of series like that. I’m too impatient to wait six books for a couple to get their HEA, and if they get their HEA in book one, the author adds drama (most of the time) and fucks up the HEA, which pisses me off. So I’m a stand-alone kind of gal. Or at least series with new couples in every book 🙂

Everyone says “the book is better than the movie”, but which movie or TV adaptation did you enjoy more than the book?

Dangerous Liaisons from 1988, starring Glenn Close, John Malkovich, and Uma Thurman among others. It’s a fabulous movie, the acting is so great it’s ridiculous, and I’ve watched it many times. The movie is based on a French epistolary novel, Les Liaisons dangereuses, by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos from 1782, and I thought: the book is always better than the movie and I love epistolary novels and I love classics so I went to my local library to borrow it. They kept it in storage because no one had wanted to read it in ages, so it took an hour for them to find it, and when they gave it to me, it came with authentic library dust.

The book was such a disappointment. It was boring and uninspiring, and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand how they could make such a brilliant movie from it.



Top 5

Nell’s Top Five


Nell’s Top Five

…Things I Don’t Step Onto An Airplane Without

(…other than the usual, necessary stuff like passport, phone, wallet and such.)

On Sunday evening, me and the husband jumps on a plane to go to Sweden for a vacation. We’re going to spend time hugging our beloved daughter (and her boyfriend), see our families, hang out with friends, celebrate Midsummer (a huge thing for most Swedes), and enjoy Sweden in summer for once (we’re usually only there for Christmas and the cold and darkness, which is a shame because Sweden is lovely in summer).

So I thought I’d make a list of five things I need on a long-ass flight like that. There’s no way to make a 14 hour flight (actually it’s 7+7 hours, because we do a stopover in Dubai, but still) comfortable. I usually can’t sleep on planes because it’s cramped and uncomfortable and I don’t like sleeping surrounded by hundreds of strangers. But with these five things I won’t suffer too badly. Hopefully.

What do you bring on the plane to keep you occupied on a long flight?


  1. My tablet, stuffed full of books and music. I usually pick books I’ve already read, comfort reads, so that I know I’ll be happy and content when I read them. Also because I don’t want to risk sobbing on the plane! I also have a few playlists downloaded on my tablet from Spotify. For example Leonard Cohen’s Ten New Songs; it’s the only album I can sleep to, so if I get sleepy, I put it on repeat and hope I can doze away a couple hours. I also have a more upbeat playlist in case I want to entertain myself with happy music and wine 🙂 I also have a sudoku app on my tablet that can keep me entertained for hours.
  2. My powerbank. Because even if there’s usually USB ports for charging your devices on planes these days (at least Emirates has them), I don’t want to risk that my batteries die and I won’t be able to do all the stuff in the first point on my list.
  3. My fabulous cordless headphones. When it’s time to replace them, I’m buying headphones with noise cancellation, but these are good enough to drown out crying children and the droning of the engines. At least mostly.
  4. Notebook, so I can write, and
  5. Pen, so I have something to write with. Not a fountain pen though, because they behave strangely at high altitudes.


9 Willow Street, Sale

Pre-order 9 Willow Street

My bunny shifter book is now up for pre-order!

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(20% off until July 13, or if you haven’t used your Pride coupon yet, you can get it for 50% off until June 30)