I’m delighted to be taking part in the cover reveal for 7 Years Bad Sex, the latest book from the fabulous Nicky Wells! So without further ado, here it is…
7 Years Bad Sex
One wedding. One curse? Disaster ever after…
A seven-years-bad-sex curse? Surely not! Yet something went wrong when rock singer Casey and drummer Alex got married on that beautiful yacht anchored off St Tropez in the south of France. Something went badly wrong. For even on their wedding night, the young couple discovers a complete and somewhat surprising inability to make love. Muddling through their honeymoon with a string of thin excuses for their predicament, the lovers defer finding a solution (and panicking) until the return to their home in London. After all, they married for life and to make rock music, not for the love of sex. Right?
But when they resume life as normal in London, all hell breaks loose. Increasingly frantic in their quest for release, the unhappy newlyweds embark on a string of hilarious and occasionally harmful antics that drives them, their band, and an assortment of random strangers to the brink of despair. But it ain’t over ‘til it’s over or, in this case… it ain’t over ‘til the newlyweds sing.
There was a stunned silence in the room while Alex and Casey tried to assimilate the importance of this statement. She remembered all too well her conversation with Alex on the yacht after they had trawled through the wedding video. He had pointed out to her even then that she hadn’t looked at him.
Casey shivered. She caught Alex’s eye and saw nothing but utter confusion. Liza was still standing up, one fist raised in an air punch. Sasha had taken one of Casey’s hands into her own.
Eventually Alex spoke. ‘Maybe we didn’t look at each other. So what?’
Liza and Sasha shared another look. ‘The seven-years-bad-sex curse!’ they shouted as one.
Alex burst out laughing. ‘The seven-years-bad-sex curse?’ he repeated. ‘You’re taking the mickey, right?’
Myles was chuckling so hard, he toppled over sideways on the sofa and had to hold his stomach. ‘That’s why we had to rush over here? To tell them about a seven-years-bad-sex curse?’
‘Laugh all you want,’ Liza said calmly. ‘But you’re watching it in action.’
Casey swallowed hard. She didn’t believe in curses. They were nothing but delusory superstitions from the middle ages. But still, both Sasha and Liza looked utterly serious.
‘So—so what does that curse entail?’ Casey asked, her voice almost a whisper.
Sasha produced her smartphone and called up a website. ‘It says here,’ she said, ‘there’s a superstition in many parts of southern Europe about how not looking at each other when clinking glasses during a toast brings couples seven years bad sex.’ She angled her phone so that everyone could see the screen.
‘And you were in France when you committed this ritualistic mishap,’ Liza offered helpfully. ‘So that definitely applies.’
This looks and sounds like another hit from Nicky and I just can’t wait to read it!
About Nicky Wells: Romance that Rocks Your World!
Ultimate rock chick author Nicky Wells writes romance with rock stars—because there’s no better romantic hero than a golden-voiced bad boy with a secret soft heart and a magical stage presence!
Nicky’s books offer glitzy, glamorous romance with rock stars—imagine Bridget Jones ROCKS Notting Hill! If you’ve ever had a crush on any kind of celebrity, you’ll connect with Nicky’s heroes and their leading ladies.
Born in Germany, Nicky moved to the United Kingdom in 1993 and currently lives in Lincoln with her husband and their two boys. Nicky loves listening to rock music, dancing, and eating lobsters. When she’s not writing, she’s a wife, mother, occasional knitter, and ad-hoc radio show presenter. Rock on!
Where did the idea for 7 Years Bad Sex come from? That’s probably the most burning question on everyone’s mind, right?
So it was at a dinner party. A rather fancy and quite drunken one, in November of 2013. Speeches were being made and toasts were being had. Except yours truly isn’t very good at holding her drink anymore. Seriously, one glass of wine does my head in. I blame two pregnancies and two lots of breastfeeding, but I digress.
Toasts were being made, and I was struggling to keep up with who was saying what. Glasses were being clinked, and I was looking the wrong way. Suddenly I was being admonished. “You didn’t look at me—that means seven years bad sex,” I was told. Of course I guffawed. Cue Nicky’s education on the superstition that is the ‘7 Years Bad Sex curse.’ I was intrigued, and the idea for this book popped in my head—inebriated though it was—right there, right then in its entirety.
It still seemed a good idea the next morning, and the week after, and after a due cooling off period I did some research, and then I got planning. I had a few other things in the hopper that I needed to write first, but finally, it got done. It’s very satisfying to see a plan from way back when finally spring into action.
PS: I’m not superstitious, nor do I believe in curses. But I have been finding myself looking at my toasting partner much more carefully these past few months….
Nicky will be giving away two (2) signed paperback copies of 7 Years Bad Sex over on Goodreads in advance of the official launch day of 7 Years Bad Sex on 14 May. Don’t miss your chance to enter!
Giveaway is open to readers in the US, UK, and Canada, and runs from 23 April 2015 to 10 May 2015—hurry, hurry!