Nicole MacDonald is a thirty something year old Kiwi who loves to read and moonlights as a novelist. An avid reader from a young age, writing only occurred to her a few years ago after reading a book that didn’t quite hit the spot.
Daily scribbles eventuated into the BirthRight Trilogy, an Epic Fantasy Romance with women who know how to wield a sword, AND swing a punch. A literary journey that included six months of long sword training, as well as ju-jitsu lessons, and self-defence lessons for Nicole.
When not writing Nicole loves to watch all manner of documentaries, escape to her family's cabin in the woods, and spend time with her other half and their fur critters.

Bound by love, drawn by magick, happily ever after won’t come without a fight.
Looking for love, four friends cast a spell. Thrust into a terrifying new world, they find themselves fighting for their lives, until help drops in. Now, alongside the Griffon Guard, they must learn to use powers they never knew they had, to save a world they never knew existed.

Love might be an option, but only if they defeat an ancient darkness hell bent on ruling the world...

The Birthright Series

WE HIT KERAK'S SADDLE HARD, and both of us yelped. Bruised hips all round, I thought, wincing. Thick smoke swirled around us, and the stench of burnt flesh made me gag. Rumal had a firm grip on the leather strap that held Kassie and I together, keeping us from going anywhere for the moment. Kerak dropped to the spot that Loi had shielded, the only un-burnt ground for miles.


'Hurry, Cat!' Alek yelled from Loushka's back as I struggled with the knot on the strap. 'Loi needs me!'


'Coming, coming,' I muttered and then with Rumal's help, got the right end, and with a firm yank I tumbled off Kerak. 'OUCH.'


Ugh, I always forgot how tall they were. Why not add some more bruises to the mix, my rational voice thought snidely. I scrambled to my feet and ran for Loushka, using my energy to aid the spring to her saddle. As soon as my ass hit the leather seat, we were off. I ended up flattened against the saddle.


'Alright, Cat?' Loushka could sense my fumbling and sounded amused.


Chapter 147