Hey and welcome to my stop on the tour for Breaking Through, the new novel by the awesome d. Nichole King!
I have been lucky enough to interview her plus I have an excerpt too!
So without further ado scroll down and check out Breaking Through and meet D!
BREAKING THROUGH by d. Nichole King
Two years after her brother Nate died during a Navy operation, aquator Nautia Olson’s nightmares began, and her ability to manipulate water became erratic. Anger, fear, joy, desire—they all trigger disaster.
Now, the Navy wants her for a top-secret mission, but Captain Riley Barton has his reservations. He’s read her file. He knows the damage she’s capable of, and yet—
If he can harness her ability—break through her walls—
She’ll be unstoppable.
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Hey d, thanks for stopping by on the blog today!
Hi Heather! Thanks for having me today!
1. What authors have inspired you so far in your writing career.
Inspiration comes in so many forms. Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without my writer besties Sunniva Dee, Laura Thalassa, and Angela McPherson. The four of us work so well together, and we love bouncing ideas off each other. As for reading, I love Cheryl McIntyre, K.A. Tucker, Coleen Hoover, Kim Holden, and Amy Harmon.
2. How do you fit writing in to your day?
That is the million dollar question! I have four children under the age of four that keep me super busy. But I write some in the afternoon while the two youngest are taking a nap. A couple nights a week, my husband watches the kiddos while I lock myself up in my bedroom. And then, of course, there are the nights I stay up till 3 am.
3. Do you put any of yourself in to your characters?
I think it’s impossible not to. I wouldn’t say any of my characters are based on myself, but I would say I put a little piece of me in each of my characters.
4. Tell me about Breaking Through?
Breaking Through came about because Cheryl McIntyre wanted to do a superhero anthology. So the first half of this book debuted in “Beneath the Cape: A Superhero Anthology.” Every author-earned dime went to support the Wounded Warrior Project. The anthology is no longer available, but many of us are releasing our stories individually.
I like to think of Breaking Through as X-Men/Frozen/Percy Jackson/new adult romance. There’s a great mixture of all of it. There’re twists and turns. Action and romance. Humor and surprise. Everything you’d want from a romantic suspense with a paranormal twist!
5. Of all your books so far, who has been your favourite character?
Kate from “Love Always, Kate.” She is such a strong character and a huge inspiration to me!
6. Desert Island books - you can take three what would they be?
1. Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen
2. Harry Potter series (Yes, I know I'm cheating!)
3. The Bright Side by Kim Holden
7. What are you currently reading?
“Touch Me Not” by Apryl Baker
7. What do you have coming up?
My next project will be to finish up the last book in my YA urban fantasy series, The Spirit Trilogy. Fans are waiting for the conclusion of this ghostly romance, and I'm excited to deliver!
Thanks for your fantastic answers!
I can’t move. My arms, my legs, they won’t budge.
It’s pitch-black, but I think I’m inside of something. Something long and small…a capsule, maybe? Stretched out above my head, my fingers touch cold metal. Whatever I’m inside of is only as long as I am. I wouldn’t have much wiggle room, even if I could move.
I don’t know how I got here or how long I’ve been tied up. I do a quick mental scan, searching for any piece of information. Nothing. I can’t even recall my own name.
What I do know is I’m running out of oxygen. Each breath comes shorter, faster, and if I can’t control it soon, I’ll pass out before I figure out what’s going on.
I close my eyes, suck in one deep breath, and let it out through puckered lips.
Slow your heart rate.
What I tell myself comes from memory, though I have no clue where it came from. Whatever it is, though, it works. Somehow, my body is trained to go into hibernation mode on mental command.
Now I need to figure out how to get out of here. With my eyes still closed, I concentrate on the smell of my prison. The more I know about this box, the better my chances are of escaping. The tang of what I inhale reminds me of burnt metal and rubber. There’s another scent too, one I can’t place, even though my brain insists I know. I dig deeper, filing through blank spaces that aren’t supposed to be empty. I probably shouldn’t be spending precious energy on it, but something tells me this strange odor is important.
Bright light pours over my face, and my eyelids fly open. Above me, sunlight streams through a circular window. I don’t know how long it will last, so I quickly confirm that I am inside some sort of capsule with silver metal walls. I also confirm that I was right earlier: the tube is small, barely big enough to fit my body. The window sits exactly six inches from the tip of my nose, though I have no idea how I know that.
I see nothing above me except blue skies. I don’t hear anything outside either.
I tug at the restraints holding me in place, but they don’t give. And then I feel something, something on the outside. The capsule I’m in is moving—upward. Shit.
Calm down. Relax. Slow your heart rate, I repeat to myself.
It’s working. My body is responding—
Until I begin to free fall.
I’m not in it for long before the tube hits water. I know it’s water because of the buoyancy of the capsule. But I know because of something else too—I feel it. Surrounding me, the water gives off its own energy, almost as if it’s surrendering to me, willing me to control it. Which makes no sense.
Above me, the sunlight begins to refract as it struggles to break through the water now covering the tiny window. That’s when I realize I’m sinking. Deeper, deeper underwater.
As the light fades, the panic inside me rises. I try the calming mantra again, but nothing happens. Drops of water fall onto my forehead. The seal around my window creaks under the pressure of the water.
I’m going to drown.
I struggle against the restraints. Twisting my body. Pulling at my wrists and ankles. I yank and kick, but it’s in vain. I’m trapped.
“Fuck!” I scream.
Water sprays in from the seal, salty like the ocean, and suddenly I register where I am—in the Pacific Ocean, off the coast of South Korea. Except, I still don’t know why I’m here or how I got here.
What I do know is that this is where I’m going to die.
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR -
d. Nichole King
Born and raised in Iowa, d. Nichole King writes her stories close to home. There’s nothing like small-town Midwest scenery to create the perfect backdrop for an amazing tale.
She wrote her first book in junior high and loved every second of it. However, she couldn’t bring herself to share her passion with anyone. She packed it away until one day, with the encouragement of her husband, she sat down at the computer and began to type. Now, she can’t stop.
When not writing, d. is usually curled up with a book, scrapbooking, or doing yet another load of laundry.
Along with her incredible husband, she lives in small-town Iowa with her four adorable children and their dog, Peaches.
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