Don’t Call Me Iron Man – N.D. Wylders
So to make this a little more interesting than just showing off my sexy cover and giving you a quick snippet from my new upcoming release from Decadent, I thought I’d give you some fast five’s at each blog who is featuring my new shiny cover. That way you get to know a bit about the crazy characters and the fantastic world of Sisera that is featured in Don’t Call Me Iron Man. And for this stop you’re going to get a quick glimpse at Nicodemus – the mischievous storyteller who may have been the catalyst…or maybe not…
Fast Five about Nicodemus:
- His background is shrouded in mystery.
- One never knows where you’ll run across him.
- Many say he resembles a wizen gnome.
- He has an electric blue spider who makes its home in the brambles of his beard
- His cryptic messages are enough to drive Ivan batty.
Once upon a time…there was this guy. A man who had an IQ out of this world and was arrogant enough to give the legendary Tony Stark a run for his money. He had everything he could ever want – a good job, more money than he knew what to do with, and all the sex he wanted – no strings attached. But that all changed on one fateful night…
The last thing Ivan Chugunov expected when he dropped by his favorite haunt for a few brews was to be entertained by a mysterious storyteller. But as he listened to the man’s tale of a prince and an oddity that went by the name of Iron John, he found himself lost in the story…only to awaken in another realm – one with a quest – for him. Repair the purifier vital to all those who lived and retrieve a medical unit. Seemed simple enough and a small enough price to pay to return to his own realm. Well, until he finds out that said ‘LT-1789 unit’ is actually a reclusive cybernetic man. One who will demand his own price of Ivan – three nights of unbridled sexual bliss…with Ivan at his mercy. Only then will he return to the royal clutch. Can Ivan, a man who relishes control above all else, submit to a man who may be more machine than human?
“Where the hell did you come from?” Ivan squeezed the darts in his hand, his heart thudding in his chest. A crackle of change was in the air. One Ivan wasn’t certain he wanted any part of.
“Here. There.” The man shrugged and ran his fingers over the spider’s back. “Everywhere. Nowhere. Take your pick.” The arachnid vibrated before settling down. “Name’s Nicodemus and storytelling is my game.” The gnome’s shrewd gaze seemed to weigh Ivan’s worth before the odd fellow spoke again. “But the question is, are you worthy of the tale?”
Ivan wondered if he should be insulted or intrigued by the man’s taunt. Curiosity won over irritation. “What tale?”
“The one of Iron John. Pay attention, lad!”
Amused by the man’s outburst, Ivan pulled out one of the chairs and sat down mere inches from him. What would it hurt to humor the old guy? “Okay, I haven’t heard a fairytale since I was a boy. Perhaps you could take my mind off my problems for a while.”
“That be the spirit.” Nicodemus winked at him. “But first, there be my cost.”
“You want payment?” Ivan arched a brow. The man interrupted his game of darts, and now he wanted to be paid?
Stroking his hand down his gray beard, Nicodemus sighed. “Of course, nothing in life is free, my boy.”
A smile tugged at Ivan’s lips. “Very true, there’s no such thing as a free lunch as my momma always said.” He pulled out a handful of change and a few folded ones then laid them on the table. “Will this be enough?”
Instead of answering, the storyteller snapped his fingers, and the tarantula jumped from its perch. The spider nipped one of the gold dollar coins Ivan carried for the vending machines at work between his jaws then scurried back to his master.
“And so it begins.” Nicodemus’s eyes brightened as he launched into his tale. “It all happened a long time ago, in a realm far away.”
Ivan tipped his chair back, took a long draw off his beer, and chuckled as the room grew warmer while the light began to dim. Damn, had Shamus slipped something in his drink? It took some effort, but he managed to keep his eyes open and focused on the storyteller. “Don’t you mean ‘Once upon a time’?”
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So a little about me? Well, I’ve been writing for nearly as long as I’ve been able to type. Being dyslexic, my first typing class was a godsend (and yes, my dears it was called typing in those days.) And with the encouragement of my family and a determination to give stories to the voices in my head, I’ve been writing for the past six years. Initially I started out with erotic romance, BDSM, and menage under another pen name. All that changed in early 2013, however. As an avid reader of M/M erotic romance, I finally decided to take the plunge into writing it myself. But to keep my readers happy, I have decided to split my work between two identities. Most of my contemporary erotic romance, BDSM and Menage books will still be written under my Dakota Trace pen name, while almost all of my M/M work will appear under N.D. Wylders.
When I’m not clacking away at the keyboard, I’m riding herd over my three children, great-niece and nephews. But if I have the time… you may find me in the kitchen cooking up something delicious, tinkering around on the computer with cover art, or simply devouring the latest M/M romance book on my e-reader.
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