Special Blogger – NJ. Walters

Special Blogger – NJ. Walters

N.J. Walters

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. ~Lao Tzu


Q: Brief Bio about yourself?

A: N.J. Walters worked at a bookstore for several years and one day had the idea that she would like to quit her job, sell everything she owned, leave her hometown, and write romance novels in a place where no one knew her. And she did. Two years later, she went back to the bookstore and her hometown and settled in for another seven years.

Although she was still fairly young, that was when the mid-life crisis set in. Happily married to the love of her life, with his encouragement (more like, “For God’s sake, quit the job and just write!”) she gave notice at her job on a Friday morning. On Sunday afternoon, she received a tentative acceptance for her first erotic romance novel, Annabelle Lee, and life would never be the same.

N.J. has always been a voracious reader of romance novels, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. And she doesn’t mind a bit. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.


Q: Who you have worked for?

A: I’m assuming you mean in terms of my writing career and not other jobs I’ve had. I also have a book out with Carina Press and I’ve been in two Simon and Schuster Pocket Books anthologies.


Q: What are the benefits / how much job security is there?

A: There are no benefits and no job security. You never know if a book will be accepted or rejected. (And rejection is a huge part of this business.) You never know from month to month what your income will be. It’s not a profession for the faint of heart.


Q: Why/how did you start writing?

A: I’d never really written much as a kid beyond bad poetry and a few short stories. But I was always a voracious reader and decided to try my hand at writing.  I wrote two books back in the mid-nineties mostly because I found myself living in a strange town and had time on my hands. Two years later I was back working in retail and forgot about writing until I saw an online contest back in late 2003. I wrote a 5-page entry and sent it but it didn’t go anywhere. I finished writing the piece and submitted it to Ellora’s Cave in 2004. They accepted it and it became my first published book—Annabelle Lee. And I’m happy to say the first two books I originally wrote eventually found a home with Samhain Publishing.


Q: Who are some of your favorite Authors?

A: That list is endless. LOL But here are a few: Jayne Ann Krentz, Linda Howard, Christine Feehan, Nora Roberts, Rachel Lee, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Lori Foster, Sharon Sala, Janet Chapman, Nalini Singh, Jennifer Lyon, Stephanie Laurens, Shannon K. Butcher, Cherry Adair, Carolyn Jewel, Maya Banks, Julia Quinn, Lauren Dane, J.R. Ward… And the list goes on and on and on.
Q: What inspires you?

A: Any kind of creativity is inspiring—books, art, music, cooking, knitting, etc… Inspiration for my books comes from everyday life—television, radio, movies, magazines, overheard conversations, etc…
Q: Do you have a favorite place to write?

A: I do all my writing at my desktop computer in my “office”, which is really a desk in the corner of my living room.


Q: What do you consider the most challenging about writing?

A: There is no one telling you that you have to work, no set schedule. If you don’t have self-discipline you won’t make it as a writer. You have to love what you do because you might spend months creating a book only to find that no one wants to publish it.


Q: What do you do to set the “writing mood”?

A: I write first thing in the morning. For me the act of sitting at my desk is all I need to do. This computer is not online. All I do here is write. So when I sit in the chair it’s a signal to my brain that it’s time to go to work.
Q: What are you working on at the moment?

A: I’m writing a new book for my Tapestries series.


The Gift of Shayla

Cover image for The Gift of Shayla     

By NJ. Walters

September 12, 2011

Adam Lancaster has been in love with Rob McKeith—and attracted to Rob’s wife, Shayla—for years,

But he fears their friendship would be over if they knew the truth.

So he’s thrilled when his secret fantasy becomes reality and the couple offers him a very special gift:

 A sensual Christmas Eve in their bedroom…


From the Book…

“How long have we been friends?”

Adam Lancaster studied the half-inch scar just below his left thumb. It was faint, but it was there. His best buddy, Rob McKeith, had a matching one. They’d cut themselves with Rob’s pocketknife when they were only eight years old and pledged to be friends forever. “A long time.”

He didn’t look at Rob, who was kicked back in one of the two comfortable brown leather club chairs flanking the natural stone fireplace. The flames, which had been crackling loudly when he’d arrived a half hour ago, were now a low flicker. Adam was seated in the matching chair.

He knew Rob would be studying him with his vivid indigo eyes, the worried frown on his face creating several deep lines between his brows. His shoulder-length silky black hair was pulled back and contained by a leather tie, which only served to emphasize his features. Rob could have been a model, if he’d chosen, instead of an architect. His face was all angles and planes, harsh in some light. His lips could thin when he was angry. They smiled just as easily.

Rob was also patient and would wait indefinitely until Adam looked at him. Adam wasn’t ready for this conversation. Instead, he studied the Christmas tree in the corner. It was a huge Douglas fir, covered in hundreds of colored lights. He liked them better than the white lights many people favored now. They reminded him of his childhood. Of happy times when he wasn’t so conflicted about his life.

That was part of the price one paid for becoming an adult, he supposed. Self-awareness could be a bitch sometimes.

Adam picked up the heavy crystal glass and took a sip. The fine scotch burned slightly as it slid down his throat to his belly. Rob always had impeccable taste in liquor. The ice clinked on the side of the glass as he set it back down on the coffee table.

The entire room was festive without being overdone. Fresh boughs lined the fireplace mantle, scenting the air. Red and white candles sat in tall clear holders, strategically placed, flickering and adding their light to that from the tree. An antique Santa sat on the edge of the hearth. He knew it was all Shayla’s doing.

Shayla and Rob had married a few months ago. He loved them both but being around them was more difficult than he’d anticipated. They were so happy and he was so…alone.

It was worse because he lived in the house next door. He and Rob had bought the several acres of land years ago, always planning on building their homes here, raising their families. Rob had designed both homes, tailoring them to each man’s individual wants and needs, and Adam’s construction company had built them. They were on a wooded lot on a quiet country road, close to town, but giving them the privacy they’d both wanted.

Now that privacy was making his life a living hell.

A small pile of presents was stacked under the tree. The ones he’d brought over were sitting in front of the rest—a bottle of scotch for Adam and imported chocolates for Shayla. Not much of a gift for his best friend and his wife, but Adam hadn’t known what else to buy. Anything else he’d thought of was too personal.

Adam continued to study the Christmas tree, ignoring his friend. He knew Rob was leading up to something and was very afraid he knew what it was about.

His heart was racing and he was starting to sweat even though he was wearing a cotton shirt and not a sweater. He’d put on the red shirt his sister had given him last Christmas because he’d figured it was festive.

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