Join RNIC in welcoming author Nicole Bradshaw to the site! Today, Nicole is introducing us to her novel, Champagne Life and doing a giveaway, but first, let’s get to know her.
Tell us about yourself.
I am a wife and mother of three children. Aside from reading and writing, I love to jog. I’m up to almost 2 miles every other day. Anyone from my past would be shocked because when I was younger you couldn’t pay me to step foot on a track, let alone run.
Baking is another passion. A few years back, I decided to take a break from writing and begin an online cookie business. Fast forward to a couple of years later and I’m back to writing. I’ve written children’s stories as well as online articles for various sites. I cannot NOT write.
What is the most romantic gesture you’ve ever received?
Between kids, writing and life in general, it felt like the weight of the world was sitting on my shoulders. My husband saw how tired I was, and like a trooper, he handled it. Without question, he took the kids out and left me home alone to relax for a couple of hours. Right then, I knew I had made the right choice in a man. To this day, it gives me goosebumps to think about it.
What type of music do you listen to?
I don’t really have a type of music, I suppose. I listen to anything that moves me. That includes rap (preferably, old school), r&b (again, old school) and even Bossa Nova. Right now, I’m really into 70s soft rock. I love Chicago and the Eagles.
What are your favorite types of movies to watch?
Horror, horror and more horror! As a kid, my dad used to watch scary movies with me. Today, I watch them with my children. Sorry, Dora.
Are you a good wife? Explain why or why not.
I’m a good wife and I’ll tell you why. I’m not perfect, but I try. I have been blessed with the ability to look at the other side, so when my husband and I argue, I can see his side (As much as I don’t want to-LOL!) I may not agree, but I can still see where he’s coming from.
What is your favorite body part on a man?
I could say I love a man’s eyes because they are the window to his soul blah, blah, blah. Let me get real. I love a man’s butt. My husband’s backside is nothing but muscle and I love it!
Which TV show(s) can you absolutely not miss every week?
Meet the Press is my favorite show. HA! Only kidding. I’m a reality junkie and I admit it. I watch the The Real Housewives of anywhere, The Real Word (still) and Love and Hip Hop. I’m really into all the cooking reality shows, like Hell’s Kitchen and Chopped.
Finish this sentence: You gotta love a man who…
…is trainable. By that I mean, a guy who knows what irritates you and tries to correct it. I’ll do the same for him.
If your life were a movie, what would it be rated (G, PG, PG-13, R, NC-17)?
I am so boring. My movie would be rated PG-13, and that’s being generous.
Do you write full-time or part-time?
I was writing full-time but have since cut down to part-time. It just becomes too much with all these voices in your head begging to be put onto paper. I can’t keep up anymore so I just let them go and the more important voices always return.
Did you always want to be a writer? If not, what else did you want to do?
I’d like to say yes, but I’d be lying. I wanted to be a veterinarian, an actress, a hand model and more I can’t even think of. I’ve always enjoyed writing but didn’t really believe I could do it full-time.
Find out what happens when Indecent Proposal meets Unfaithful in this urban tale of a young married couple that makes a deadly choice.
He scrunched up his face and narrowed his eyes. The tiny, protruding purple vein in his forehead began pounding. Slowly, he balled up his fists. “Nah, man,” he said between clenched teeth. “I don’t believe I heard you properly.”
“Stop it,” I begged, but it was too late. He didn’t even glance in my direction. His eyes were fixated on his mortal enemy, the man who had just told him that I was having his baby.
I grabbed his arm, but he snatched it away, never once looking in my direction. “Please, let me explain!” I yelled.
He took another step toward his enemy. The two men were standing toe-to-toe. Neither was ready to back down.
“Just go!” I demanded. All he had to do was turn and head for the door, that was it. With his left hand, he snatched up the guy by the collar of his white shirt. He balled up his hand and, with his massive fist, punched dude square in the jaw. Blood gushed from the corner of the guy’s mouth. He crumpled to the ground and landed with a hard thud. The fight was practically over before it began.
“Oh, god, please!” I screamed. “Stop it! You’re going to kill him.”
He raised his fist again. Down it went, crashing against the side of his face.
“Go!!!” I yelled. “Please!”
I thought the fight was over when he stumbled backward, but he still had the guy’s collar in his grasp, causing the guy to fall back with him. They tousled on the floor for several minutes. The tables had turned; he was now the one on the bottom and dude was pummeling him in the face with fists of fury.
I grabbed the guy by his shoulders and tried pulling him off. “Stop it!” A sharp, burning sensation traveled down my right side. I had been accidentally elbowed me in the right side of my gut. Seconds later, his left elbow came back and struck me in the face. The blow didn’t quite knock me out, but disoriented, I fell back. I reached up and held on to the wall to steady myself. Through blurred vision, I glanced over in the direction of the two men, who were still wrestling about on the floor. This time he was back on top and pounding the guy with iron fists. Blood was everywhere.
I scrambled over to my purse and rifled through it, looking for my cell. When I looked up again, I could only make out the silhouette of two bodies rolling about on the floor.
When I located my cell, I immediately tried to dial, but my vision was so blurred, I couldn’t make out the numbers.
Clumsily, I punched in 9-1-1.
“This is 9-1-1 emergency,” the operator said. “What is your emergency?”
“I need help!” I screamed into the phone. “They’re going to kill each other.”
“Please, ma’am, Slow down. I can’t understand what you’re saying.”
“I need help!”
One of the guys was standing over the other while holding a round, light-colored object in his hands. There was a huge crash and pieces of my opaque wedding vase scattered everywhere.
My legs buckled from underneath me and I fell to the ground. In the background, I heard the faint sound of the approaching sirens and then everything went black.
Before the night was through, someone would be dead.
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Here’s the info on the giveaway!
Prize: Two free ebooks of any Nicole Bradshaw novels.
Eligibility: You must be a subscriber to RNIC newsletter.
How to enter: Readers can leave the answer to a question in the comment section. Question: Nicole Bradshaw is a penname. What is Nicole Bradshaw’s real name? (Hint: My Diet Starts Tomorrow.)
Deadline: Friday, April 11th, 11:59 pm EST
Prizes open to U.S. entrants and international entrants.
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