On Fire by Alicia Nordwell Book Tour and Excerpt with a Giveaway!

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OS: Welcome to Alicia Nordwell author of On Fire!  Thanks so much for stopping by!  Tell us about your new story.

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AN:

Salt Water Taffy, Seashells, and Kites
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If you’ve ever been in Washington and headed toward the Pacific Ocean, you’ll know we don’t really have beaches. We have coastline. Sure, that coastline might come with some sand instead of rocks and tidepools in some spots, but you’re not going to find many people sunbathing no matter what the time of year.
I talked about the scents of the mountain that I love, and I have to include the scents coast. The wind is usually whipping—which is why it’s awesome for kite flying—and the heavy tang of salt water fills your nostrils. The sand is cold, packed hard during low tide for hundreds of yards, and perfect for writing in if you find a solid stick. If you’re out during clam season, there are often divots where people have been digging for geoducks (gooey ducks) or razor clams, often a cold, wet job in the wee hours of the morning to coincide with low tide.
You can see all sorts of ocean flotsam. Looong green kelp with rounded bulbs on the end, broken clam shells, crab shells or claws, and the strange Velella velella, which are a clear/blue sea creature relating to jellyfish that wash up in large numbers at certain times of the year. Fortunately, they’re not capable of stinging humans, which is great for anyone who’s been stung by jellyfish in other oceans (I have on the East coast, OUCH!) so when your curiosity gets the better of you, you’re perfectly safe picking up the strange creature otherwise known as “by-the-wind sailors”.
Washing your hands is imperative before you start cruising whatever small Washington coastal town you’ve picked out to visit, because you won’t want to miss all the treats. Most of them have great curio shops, several kite shops, and the candy! Fudge, hard candy, and the ubiquitous salt water taffy cannot be missed—the best shops let you pick and choose from dozens of flavors to create a custom mix. You know you’re hardy when you’re eating a hard ice cream waffle cone in the rain when it’s around fifty to sixty degrees, which is the average temperature on a Washington coast in the summer.
Once you’ve had your fresh seafood lunch, indulged in a few treats, purchased some gorgeous shells, and of course picked up a sweatshirt with the town’s name on it (usually tourists who didn’t think it would cold, after all, it’s a ‘beach’) you’re ready to go fly the kite you bought. Traditional kites, box kites, wind-sock kites, parafoils… there are a TON to choose from. My favorite is my two-string stunt parafoil (nothing to break!) which can really fly high. Untangling it when the wind swirls can be a nightmare, but making it swoop and twirl is great fun. My husband has a parafoil that is so big it will actually drag me across the beach step-by-step.
Usually when we head home we’re all sore from tromping around the boardwalk, beach, and shops. Fingers and mouths are sticky with taffy—making for quiet ride home—and sand is everywhere. But I can’t imagine a better weekend getaway!

OS: Sounds amazing!  Good luck on the rest of your tour!

 

onfirefs_v1Blurb:

Nothing beats getting out of the concrete jungle and into the quiet of the forest. Website designer Scottie Ness is taking a well-deserved vacation from the grindstone, and he plans to spend it in the solitude of Washington’s Gifford Pinchot National Forest around Mt. Adams. He’s prepared for everything—except the lightning storm that traps him in a wildfire.

 

The firefighter who rescues him sustains serious injuries and ends up in the hospital. Jax Quintero might be abrasive, but the guy saved his life, and Scottie wants to thank him. As they spend time together during Jax’s recovery and exploring the state’s landmarks when he’s released from the hospital, Scottie discovers there’s more to Jax than a smart-ass adrenaline junkie. Jax reassesses his opinion of Scottie as an arrogant city boy who has no business in the mountains. Though Jax’s wounds prevent them from taking things as far as they’d like for a while, they can’t deny the heat building between them—and this is one fire they don’t want to put out.

 

Buy Links:

Dreamspinner Press: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/on-fire-by-alicia-nordwell-7675-b

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Fire-States-Love-Alicia-Nordwell-ebook/dp/B01M119A79/

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-onfire-2142835-149.html

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/on-fire-alicia-nordwell/1124772923?ean=2940157073725

 

Excerpt:

 

Chapter One

“WHAT EXOTIC tropical locale are you going to spend your vacation drunk in?” Carter leaned back in his chair so he could see into Scottie’s cubicle. He smirked. “Or are you hitting the casinos in Vegas to make your fortune and leave all of us to toil away in the trenches alone?”

“Neither. Hiking and camping in the Gifford Pinchot around Mt. Adams.” Scottie adjusted a line of code, and the website header widened. “I’m all set to go in the morning.”

“Seriously? You have a week off in August, and you’re going to waste it trudging through the dirt and pine trees when you could be lounging on the beach somewhere?” Carter shook his head. “Wouldn’t catch me doing that. Aren’t there bears and cougars up there?”

Scottie shrugged one shoulder. “I might see a bear, if I’m lucky. Cougars are actually pretty shy.”

“You want to see a bear?”

“It’d make a great picture.” The website he was working on needed to be visually appealing on both computers and mobile devices, and he was having a hard time focusing. “It’s Friday. Don’t you have some reason to duck out and start the weekend early?”

“Nope. Miranda, Tark, and I are all going out for happy hour at Corrigan’s, but not until six. Don’t try to change the subject. You know you can take pictures at the beach, right? White sand, crystal blue water, and palm trees swaying in front of the setting sun.”

“Dime a dozen. I like living in Washington because we have so many places where I can take beautiful nature photos. Coastline, rivers, lakes, mountains, even the desert, all within a few hours’ drive. Besides, I’m still paying off my student loans. I don’t have money for expensive vacations.”

“Two words. Credit cards.”

Of course. Carter wore name-brand shoes with his fancy suits and never brought a lunch, preferring to order takeout. He’d graduated a year before Scottie, so it wasn’t like he made that much more money. “One word. Stupid.”

Carter rolled his eyes. “Whatever, man. When I take my week off next month, I’m going to Hawaii. Hotel on the beach, coconut drinks, and chicks in bikinis. Any women you come across in the campground will probably be covered in pitch and pine needles.”

“I’m not going to stay in the campgrounds. I’m hiking and camping off the trails, and for the most part, I won’t see any people at all.”

A look of horror crossed Carter’s face. “Seriously?”

He nodded. “I used to go camping with my family all the time growing up. We’d hike, fish, roast hot dogs and marshmallows over the fire. It’s peaceful.”

“Whatever, man. When you get munched on by a bear, can I get your chair?”

It was Scottie’s turn to roll his eyes. “I’m not going to get eaten by a bear, and your chair is the same as mine. Why would you want it?”

“I spilled fish sauce on mine earlier this week, and now it smells funny.”

“Well you can’t have my chair, and I’ll notice if there’s a fish funk on mine when I get back, so don’t even try to switch them. Don’t you have a project to finish? I have to get this done before I leave.”

“Fine, fine.” Carter rolled back to his desk. “Have fun communing with wildlife.”

 

SCOTTIE ROLLED up his backpacking tent with an extra tarp and fastened it to the bottom of his pack. His sleeping bag, a change of clothes, survival kit, portable stove, water filter, and food fit inside. The rest of his camping gear was piled along the wall, taking up most of the living room floor in his postage stamp of an apartment. He plopped down on the couch with a beer and opened his laptop.

Using a red highlighter, he outlined the trails he planned to take and marked his base camp as well as his possible overnight camping sites before printing out two copies. Picking up a pen, Scottie scribbled his full name, the dates of his trip, and what kind of vehicle he was driving on the back of one map. He’d drop it off at the ranger station before he stopped in Trout Lake for some sandwiches. No idea what they did to make them taste so great, but they were way better than anything he could make. He’d have to stop by the ATM on the way out of Vancouver to pick up some cash.

Now that he had all the nitty-gritty survival stuff out of the way, he had to get his photography equipment in order. Scottie didn’t spend much money on himself, but he had a nice Canon camera, lenses, a flexible tripod for his hiking pack, and a bigger telescoping tripod in its own bag. Using a polishing cloth from his cleaning kit, Scottie went over every piece of glass in his camera bag, making sure all the lenses and filters were spotless. Photography might be just a hobby, but he took pride in getting that one shot that made all the hard work worth it.

He’d finished his beer by the time he had the last memory card and battery stowed, and he waffled on what he wanted to do. He’d been up since six, worked a full day, and finished getting all his camping gear ready to load in the morning, but he wasn’t tired enough to go to bed. The weather report he checked promised sunny days and clear nights—though it wouldn’t be nearly as warm around Mt. Adams as it would be in Portland.

 

Author Bio:

The number one question folks ask Alicia when she shares she’s a MM romance author: “Why gay fiction? Why write men when you’re a woman?” and her answer is: “Why the hell not!” Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find an interesting story one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started… Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out. Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing.

 

Now you can find her stories both free and e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she’s a wife and a mom of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course! She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on GayAuthors.org under her online nickname, Cia.

 

Social media:

Cia’s Stories: http://www.ciasstories.blogspot.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alicia.nordwell

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AliciaNordwell

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4479520.Alicia_Nordwell

 

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3 Responses to On Fire by Alicia Nordwell Book Tour and Excerpt with a Giveaway!

  1. Blaine Hall says:

    OMG This looks soooooo good. Definitely in my tbr list!!

  2. Thank you so much for hosting me today during my tour for On Fire, Morgan!

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