Friday, 26 October 2018

Love Punked by Nia Lucas + Excerpt

Love Punked by Nia Lucas
Self published in July 2018.

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When her life is irrevocably altered by a post-Rave tryst on her mother's floral patio recliner, Erin Roberts’ long-standing relationship with Humiliation takes her down a path that's not so much 'less well trodden', more 'perilous descent down sheer cliffs'.
Armed with a fierce devotion to her best friend and the unrequited love for the boy she might have accidentally married at age seven, when Erin falls pregnant at sixteen, life veers off at a most unexpected tangent.
Her journey to adulthood is far from ordinary as Erin learns that protecting the hearts of those most precious to you isn't balm enough when your Love Punked heart is as sore as your freshly tattooed arse.
Whilst raising football prodigies and trying not to get stuck in lifts with Social Work clients who hate her, Erin discovers that sometimes you have to circumnavigate the globe to find the very thing that was there all along.


The sensible part of me should really take stock, make plans, get home. The part of me that seeks out shitstorms like a pig looking for truffles merely shrugs and allows myself to get drawn into the writhing mass of bodies as the beat takes me. I dance. I forget that I am in way over my head as far as life is concerned and I throw myself into this sea of sweaty teenage humanity and it is bloody delicious.

I don’t care that I am on my own, years messing about with Lees has taught me that giving a stuff about looking a tit only limits the fun that you have in any given situation. Mind you, it helps that every person in my immediate vicinity looks like they dropped a pill or seven so their awareness of my solo, friendless status is significantly dulled.

The beat takes me to a dreamy sort of place where for several hours, my body moves of its own volition and my heart soars with each crescendo and accompanying drop. This is amazing.

Eyes closed, hands raised in adulation and hips doing things that I was unaware they had been instructed to engage in, I am belatedly aware of a pair of hands gently placed on my waist.

“You got some fuckin’ balls girl, y’know”, the voice rumbling in my ear is deep, soothing even in this noise and I immediately get goosebumps over my scalp.

Sloe eyed from the dance sub-space I have entered, I turn, feeling alien lips brush against my temple with the movement.

Sweet. Baby. Jesus.

It’s him. The lad that Ryan bought the drugs off, the incredible looking, brooding mate, he’s here and he’s talking to me.

I try to arrange my features into less of a stunned-mullet stare but again, I fear I just manage to look constipated. His dark brown eyes are holding my gaze, I can smell CK One and fabric conditioner and I watch as he slowly licks his lips before he bends towards my ear again,

“You’re a feisty one, eh ginger? You beat up blokes often?”, I feel his cheek move where it’s touching the skin on my face, it feels like he’s smiling.

I turn and look up at him, his full lips quirked up in a smirk and I feel my own lips twitch.

My voice wobbly with nerves, I shout over the music, “Only dickheads who deserve it”.

He stands back, slowly folding his arms over his chest as he nods nonchalantly but I note that his gaze rakes up and down my body briefly. He’s even taller up close and he’s wearing a Stussy Sweatshirt under a black bomber jacket. He’s got a single diamond stud in his left ear, a scar that bisects his right eyebrow and I’m belatedly aware that being near him makes my palms sweaty.

I feel that anxiety start to rise in my chest again and I blurt out, “D’you know where Ryan went?”

He smirks again and nods over towards the other side of the space, making me turn swiftly. I spot Ryan and his sniggering mates a short distance away. Ryan’s looking at me with poorly-concealed rage while his mates all dance in a manner which suggests the E’s have properly kicked in.

I mutter under my breath, “Oh shit, definitely no lift for me. Oh!”, as I turn back to him, I’m astonished to find that he’s stepped even closer to me, to the extent that we are now chest to chest.

Too flummoxed to know what to do, I look at him gormlessly as he bends his head and whispers,

“You wanna piss that cocky dickhead off even more?”, his smirk is entirely feral.

With a cartoon gulp, I attempt a shaky shrug. Honestly, I think it just looks like some form of spasm but as he leans closer, as his breath starts to puff against my face, I panic.

“I DON’T KNOW YOUR NAME”, my alarm gives my words a volume which scares even me. He jolts and looks briefly baffled before his lips twitch in a small smile.

“I’m Jamel, what’s your name then eh, Ginger Feist?”, he smiles as his head lowers again, warm puffs brushing my skin.

I whisper a wobbly, “Erin, my name’s Erin”

I feel his lips touch my cheek, one hand in my thick curls, the other snaking around my waist as he chuckles against my skin,

“Nah, you’re Ginger Feist, sweetness”, and that’s the last thing he says before his lips press against mine and the world explodes in shards of the brightest glitter.

Meet the author

I am a UK based author of Contemporary women's fiction who is passionate about telling the stories of strong, sympathetic, entertaining and engaging female characters and the lives that they lead. My Welsh heritage and my life as a practising Social Worker with teenagers and their families heavily influences my work as does my love of all things 90's and an adolescence spent immersed in clubbing culture.

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  1. I was a bit confused by the blurb, but the excerpt was interesting!

  2. I love that cover. I am not completely sold on the story but did enjoy the excerpt. Thanks for sharing!

    1. It was that great artwork which caught me eye too!