About Nell

Thanks, past me!

These days, I get up at 5:40 every morning because I start writing at 6 am. And since I’m not really a morning person, I need tea to function.

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So when I woke up to this sight, a fully prepared tea station, I just wanted to go back in time and kiss my past self for being so considerate of my future self and fixed this before going to bed. All I had to do was turn on the kettle, put tea leaves in my cup, and then I was set.

Don’t forget that random acts of kindness can be aimed at yourself.

Tell me: tea or coffee in the mornings? 🙂

About Nell, Book Recommendations

Sunday Book Recommendation

If you’ve followed me for a while, you know by now that I love poetry. I took a poetry writing course this summer, and then of course I wrote a book called Late Night Poetry, just to mention a couple things that might have tipped you off.  I also love reading poetry.

So when I found out that my publisher had published a few poetry books, I immediately wanted to read them. So today, my recommendation is for two poetry books written by two fellow authors published by JMS Books.

Naked Willem Schutte

“From within perfect darkness I have learned to shine.”

Heartbreak can leave even the strongest of men scarred. Like Icarus, I too flew too high and fell. That downward journey tore the fibre of my being and shredded my soul. The gauntlet of love should never be underestimated.

However, I had to get up again and rise like a phoenix from its proverbial ashes. And like a phoenix, I took to flight!

This is a poetic account of the journey I had to go through and a tribute to becoming a better man regardless. 

Buy links: JMS Books | JMS Books but print edition

Naked musings from a broken heart by Willem Schutte is exactly what it sounds like: poems about a broken heart. They are really lovely and full of emotions, and as an added bonus, there are a few pictures in the book of the author himself.

Several of the poems touched me deeply, and I’ll definitely buy the print version (because poetry is best read in print) as soon as Amazon starts delivering to Sweden again!

deciderous jt marie

Short chapbook of 36 poems which capture the ephemeral quality of nature. In these pages, autumn’s dying leaves crumple beneath winter’s shroud of snow, and the last fleeting days of the year slip away forever.

Tragic, melancholy, bittersweet … these poems embrace and revel in the changing seasons, which mirror so closely the rhythm of the human heart.

Buy link: JMS Books

Full disclosure: the author was extremely generous and gifted me this copy, but if she hadn’t I would have bought it anyway. I want to support JMS Books, my fellow authors, and I’m crazy about poetry, so it was a no-brainer really.

I love the way she writes about nature and seasons…or is it something else? Something deeper, something more human? That’s up to the reader to interpret, but I loved it.


I give both these poetry books my warmest recommendations, so if you love poetry, please buy them. We need more poetry in our lives 😍

Tell me: do you read poetry? If yes, tell me about your favorite poem.

Team Luker

#TBT

“A wonderful short story!”

team luker excerpt review

What if this is the last time we lie like this?

Uncertainty is keeping Ellery Luker awake at night and robbing him of his appetite. It’s been five days since the love of his life and partner of twenty-five years, Jools, went to the doctor. Five days since the biopsy. Five days of going crazy with worry and what ifs?

What if Jools suffers from the same disease that stole Ellery’s mother when he was just eleven?

What if all Ellery’s worst fears come true?

What if…?

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M/M contemporary / 5446 words / established couple / 40+ characters

Excerpt: 

I can’t live without you, my brain screams in panic, but I bite down the words, lock them away in the back of my mind. I need to be strong for him — I can’t crumble at his feet when it’s he who has the health issues — but at the moment, I don’t know how.

Not saying the words out loud doesn’t help; he can read me even in darkness. Even when I don’t say a word and with my back turned to him.

“And if it is what we fear, Ellery, I fight. I fight like hell, because I’m not leaving you, you hear?”

I nod, uncertain that I’ll be able to keep the panic out of my voice.

He presses a kiss to my nape. “I need you. You’re my rock. My strength. I can’t do this alone.” The raspiness — the worry? — in his voice prompts me to speak.

“We’re a team,” I say, proud that my voice isn’t cracking. “We’ll always be a team.”

“Go Team Luker!” His exclamation coaxes a smile from me, like he knew it would. He peppers more kisses at my nape. Featherlight and soft, until a shiver racks my body. He hums, his chest vibrating against my back, and he rubs his leg against mine.

Being surrounded by him makes me feel safe and cherished, and it loosens my tongue. “I can’t lose you, Jools. I can’t.” It’s a trembling whisper but I’m sure he can hear me in the otherwise silent room. “Not now that I finally get to call you my husband. Not ever. We’re supposed to grow old and gray together. We’re supposed to live happily ever after. I can’t … I can’t …” I bite down on my tongue to stop the frantic blabbering. He doesn’t need this from me.

Be strong, Ellery. At least try.

“Hey.” He rolls me onto my back, climb on top of me and straddles my thighs. Leaning forward, he cups my face with warm, caring palms, and he rests his forehead against mine. “I’m not leaving you. I’m not.”

I throw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and cling to him like a monkey. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry …”

He cuts me off with a kiss; his full lips against mine, his hands on my face, and his groin pushing into mine curl my toes and take the edge off the piercing worry. When his tongue begs to be let into my mouth, I gasp, and he slips inside. He’s licking the roof of my mouth, curling his tongue around mine. Devouring me, loving me. Distracting me from my panicked thoughts.

I slacken under him as he rubs his chest and stomach against me, using his entire body to tell me how much I mean to him. Trying to reassure me.

Do you think I want to leave you? his movements say. You’re mine as much as I’m yours, his lips say as he brushes them against my skin. I’ll fight to my last breath to stay with you, his caressing fingers say.

Jools is eloquent and well-spoken, but we communicate best skin to skin. Body to body.

Breath to breath.

Book Talk

Trope Tuesday

Are there any tropes you’re not really a fan of? That you steer clear of and don’t want to read? I have a few of those, but today I thought I’d talk about a particular one. The fake boyfriend (husband/girlfriend/wife/life-partner, take your pick) trope.

I’ve mentioned it before, back when I read – and loved – Honeymoon Sweet by Allison Temple (I wrote about it here). Like I wrote in that post, I read a few short excerpts from the book over at Addison Albright’s blog and I liked them so much that I took a chance on the book even though I usually don’t like fake BF, and I’m glad I did because I loved it.

But, here’s the thing. A while back, Addison gave me a recommendation of another Allison Temple book; she said I’d love it and that it has all the elements I want in my stories. The book in question is Boyfriend with Benefits.

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Addison knows what I like by now – I trust her, – I loved the other Allison Temple book I read, and the cover model on this book is so cute, so went to Amazon and downloaded the sample.

I absolutely loved it. The writing is excellent, the few pages I read made me laugh and when I reached the end of the sample I wanted to read more. And yet, I can’t make myself buy it. Because of the whole fake boyfriend thing.

That’s really stupid, isn’t it? But the thing is I don’t really like fake anything, and fake boyfriends? That’s just…too much? And I try to imagine someone doing it IRL, asking someone to be their fake partner and I just…can’t. Would you do that? Ask a friend/roommate/someone to be your fake partner to a thing if you didn’t have a real partner?

I couldn’t.

I know a big part of reading is suspending disbelief, but I guess fake boyfriends is my limit?

It still makes me feel stupid though. It would have been different if I hadn’t liked the sample, but I did. But when I go to the store thinking Don’t be an idiot, Nell, buy the damned book, my finger just hovers over the one-click button and I think Nah and back away.

Is this just me, or do you have a trope that you hesitate to read? If yes, tell me about it, make me feel less alone in the world. And feel free to tell me I’m an idiot, because I sure feel like it 😆

Miscellaneous

Friday favorite

Now that all days blend together and time doesn’t exist anymore, it’s more important than ever to celebrate Fridays as the start of the weekend. And what better way than to do that than with music? Music makes everything better.

So here’s one of my favorite songs. It always makes me want to dance and jump and be happy 💃🍾

I don’t care if Monday’s black
Tuesday, Wednesday, heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It’s Friday, I’m in love