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Winter Reading Request ‘-)

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This is that novel I wrote in 2015. While I am elated to be sharing my latest novel later this year… if you don’t have this in your library, click on the link and get your copy:

The Town Dance

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snuggling in for winter?

You know how you put a lot of work into a project and you just want to make sure people get a copy and enjoy it?  Yep!  That would be my novel, “The Town Dance.” Add this title to your winter reading!

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We’re in the UK today with The Town Dance!

Hi All,

Today we are in the UK at Carole’s Book Corner promoting The Town Dance!  If you haven’t read the synopsis yet, go check it out.  If it’s your cup of tea, buy a bag to take home to enjoy later.  Well, you know what I mean… buy the book 🙂

This is day three for the release of my debut novel and the response has been amazing!  People are full of conversation after reading the book because of the story.  Let me explain…

When I began research on the top of same sex assault, all erotic/exotic stories and topics came up during my internet research.  This presumably has to be the thoughts that come to mind when people read the synopsis.  It is assumed to be about lesbian rape or an assault between two lesbian women.  It is not.  Nor is it an erotic exploit on two women sexually engaged.  It’s not a fantasy  It’s a story loosely based on a friend’s experience with same gender assault and breaking her silence some 15 years later.  If it happened to a friend of mine… it has happened before and thereafter.  I took a risk and chose to write about it.

Get your copy

Autographed Paperback of The Town Dance

The Town Dance on Kindle

The Town Dance from Amazon (CreateSpace)

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My name is Nikki Skies, I am an emotional writer…

AUTHOR’S NOTES from the novel, The Town Dance

Almost 15 years ago, I worked the front desk at a company, with another woman, as the assistants to the director. We both knew this was a passing job for us so we formed a bond and created a friendship through recapping our favorite television shows from the night before, bringing in leftovers and sharing recipes, covering when the other was going to be late for work and of course discussions on relationships. She almost immediately shared with me she was gay, yet we found what we had in common and became friends. One Monday, while enjoying our coffee and getting the office ready for business, we shared our mutual relationship updates from the weekend and she shared something she immediately regretted.

She told me she had been with her girlfriend and before she could stop the words she said, “I told her no, I did, but she’s so strong.” I stopped what I was doing to ask her for clarification but when our eyes met, her stare was already frozen in time. Even though it was a quick 3-5 second glare, her eyes told me an entire conversation she did not want to have. I heard her correct. I heard her say, “I told her no, I did.” From previous discussions I knew they used sex toys and she said shared with me once that her girlfriend, “hurts her” during intercourse. But this time, there was not going to be a discussion. Her words did an accidental escape and her expression was a mixture of frightened, embarrassed and please don’t make me repeat it. She turned towards her computer and the morning went by unusually quiet. We started speaking again just in time for our lunch break and we routinely ordered the Monday special from the diner across the street, tuna melts on rye bread.

I had this plummeting feel in my stomach all day. I was angry, very angry at her girlfriend for hurting her. I was annoyed I didn’t have the courage to gather words of support. And I felt so powerless. Who else was she going to tell that her girlfriend raped her? Her mother and sisters didn’t accept her life and her choice in a partner alienated her from a lot of her friends. The closest we every spoke about it again was when she broke up with her a few weeks later. She gave an awkward smile and said, “Now that’s a story for you!” But that story would take some years for me to write. I had to get to a place where I no longer needed permission from my fears to write it.
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I know… interesting right?… True story that took me almost 15 years to get comfortable enough to write. She and I are still friends and even after her knowing I finally turned those emotions I felt into a novel, we have not discussed “it”.

Based on real emotions I never forgot. The Town Dance, a novel…

You can pre-order from Kindle at
The Town Dance on Kindle

or, pre-order your autographed paperback copy at *(unfortunately, I am not shipping internationally at this time)*

Autographed paperback of The Town Dance

**A link to order directly from Amazon will be available next week**

The Town Dance; the synopsis

Lorna Simon, has plans to diminish her resume of safe journalism and be known for reporting trendsetting stories. Certain she can persevere her impressive family lineage within her carefree lifestyle as a social butterfly, this notion is put under fire after a night of partying thrusts Lorna into being a newsmaker instead of a news writer. Lorna alleges she has become the victim of a sexual assault crime committed against her by a woman, Trista, who is a promising event planner and an associate of Lorna’s mother.

Paralyzed with the humiliation of having to publically defend her sexuality as a heterosexual, Lorna must decide to believe in her bouts of memory loss and forego the incident or rekindle her passion for journalism to protect her livelihood and uphold the integrity of her family.

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You can pre-order from kindle

The Town Dance on Kindle

You can also pre-order for your autographed copy at (unfortunately at this time I am not shipping internationally)

Autographed Paperback of the Town Dance

Links to purchase directly from Amazon will be available next week.

I hope you enjoy the read of The Town Dance!

 

Poets I Want to Make Sure You Know – Hieu Minh Nguyen

“when the man outside my apartment penned me to the sidewalk like a moth between the glass, I was impressed that race had nothing to do with it / even though he hated me / even though he spit in my face / even though he called me a faggot”

Hieu Minh Nguyen