Lily Chronicles and Another Thweet Review, Napoleon!

Firstly, hello. How are you?

Official release date for FINDING LILY: November 4, 2015. Official date for me to get ‘er done? June 2015. So my entries may be even more erratic. I’ve been meaning to plug pages/blogs for those who have read/reviewed REACHING LILY, but still need to catch up. Here’s a sweet one that Lisa McD of “Lisa Reading” posted yesterday:

“I was given a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

We meet the narrator and main character, Lily DeWitt, in the book’s prologue, as she is boarding a Caribbean-bound plane. It is the first flight in her 24 yeas of life. By her own admission, she is not taking an impromptu vacation, but fleeing the scene of a relationship gone wrong. As she recalls her time with former lover, Dorian Holder, it is clear that in spite of her present pain and regret, the man still holds power over her fractured emotions. The aftermath of their relationship leads the reader into the story of Lily and Dorian.

Author Vivacia K. Ahwen blends wry humor, pop culture references, and a Cinderella meets Sex in the City heroine with the classic romance scenario of the dangerously irresistible man. Dorian isn’t merely Lily’s boss. He owns the company, among many other corporate and real estate holdings. He is wealthy, but this is not just another billionaire falls for the sweet, naive girl story. It is gracefully written and offers more depth than any mere variation on a standard theme is likely to provide.
The more I think about Reaching Lily, the more anxious I become to read the following two books in this trilogy in progress. Clearly, what seems to be the end of Lily and Dorian is far from a final parting. I plan to be there when they reunite and more is revealed about both.”

Thanks again, Lisa, both for taking the time for a read…and the excellent review. If you’d like to be in touch with the reviewer, and possibly send some lit-smut her way, check out:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lisa-Reading/514031548700130

If you’re in New England, please stay warm and safe during tonight’s storm. (How many have there been, this winter?) If you are in a warmer climate, well. You know. We’re jealous.

More soon,

vka

FINDING LILY: Book II of the Lily Chronicles Teaser

Since I have a green light for the sequel to REACHING LILY (though am still *cough* waiting on paperwork *cough*), and since I’m 35 pages in, and if I dump a lot of creative energy into blogging I won’t want to get my word count up there…I’m going to be pretty quiet for awhile. Tomorrow night I’ll be doing some big promo push, because I’ve found –looking at amazon numbers– that most women buy my books after last call on Saturday night. (Huh. ‘Magine that!) So I will post some “Hi, I’m Dorian Holder and want to do dirty things to you” or “Hi, we are two well-hung angels and have come to ravish you, you nun-servant-girl-timetraveler” or what have you about once a week.

Also-also, I made an imaginary cover. I like doing that. It makes me feel all official.

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But this will be my last long and chatty post until I have my actual first draft done, which is about 250-300 pages in the future, so I figured, “Hey, why not post the prologue?”

Here it is, from me to you, dear Readers. Since it isn’t totally dirty, I’ll probably post somethin’ nastier in a couple weeks ;)

Kisses,

vka

EXCERPT FROM “FINDING LILY: BOOK II OF THE LILY CHRONICLES”

                                                          Prologue: Weathering the Storm

Ow. My head smacks hard against the cold window, jarring me back to the present. The one in which our plane is wobbling? Yes, that present. My eyes (which are apparently glasz, according to my once-upon-a-not-boyfriend), pop open, and I take it all in. The sky is gray, and Virgin Airline flight 169 is no longer just a big bird soaring above the clouds. We are in the thick of something dreadful. It so makes sense my plane’s going to crash when I finally almost escape from Dorian Holder’s enormous, far-reaching grasp.

Yikes.

Hey, what happened to Mr and Mrs Green, the lovey-dovey newlyweds who were annoying me so much with their joy and fondling when I first boarded? I would appreciate any company, right now. They must’ve gotten bumped up to first class, while I was busy ruminating. How’d I miss that? Hope their complimentary champagne just spilled all over their laps on this last lurch. Holy hell.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” The pilot’s voice is supposed to reassure us, I know, but there’s enough of a quaver in his tone to make me even more concerned, especially now that the plane has started to quake in earnest.

Also, the intercom is crackling more than it ought to be.

Like I know, though. This is, after all, my first plane ride.

Why am I so calm, then? Obviously, if we’re going down, I’m not going to heaven. Which would make Dorian right, as usual.

         You can’t get away, Lily.

Also, I wasn’t paying close attention when the flight attendant went over the emergency procedures. Would they go through them again? That interpretive dance with the entrances, exits, et al? What if I couldn’t figure out how to put on my oxygen mask, or if I got the only flotation device that wouldn’t expand?

Que sera, sera.

Perhaps “disappearing” would be a relief, a blessing in disguise. Everything comes to an end.

Oh, well. It was a good run. Things got interesting in my final month of life. That’s what they’ll say at my eulogy. “She was generally a mousy little thing, never known to rock the boat. But things got interesting in Lily Dewitt’s final month of life…”

Our plane bucks in agreement with my grim fantasies. Rather than screams and panic, there is a stillness among us humble passengers as we await our collective fate.

You don’t fuck with the gods, and you sure as hell don’t distract the Virgin flight staff when they try to keep you soothed.

“We’re experiencing some turbulence,” Captain Peterson explains, stating the obvious. “Please do not panic. You’re in good hands, people.”

How comforting.

Never heard that one before.

My stomach drops, and I suck in my breath as we start losing altitude. No, I’m not trained in the comings-and-goings of all things airplane, but I’ve seen enough movies.

Time freezes when you look death in the eye.

Time also froze if you stared into Dorian Holder’s dangerous eyes. Dorian, like the jaws of death—or the gods with whom we should never argue—is also capable of freezing time.

How a night could last for days, how days could last for minutes, how waiting on him could last for years is still a concept I will never grasp. That first night with him lasted forever. Like the spider wrapping a fly, Dorian Holder was all winding circle after winding circle, his grip, his invisible thread wrapping, cocooning, squeezing the very life out of me. I squirmed and buzzed in his web, praying that he would not suck me dry.

How can one pray when one is the prey?

All I wanted was to fly away, I swear.

But I am still trapped.

The plane steadies itself, and once again my stomach drops while our altitude rises.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience,” says Captain Peterson, sounding more relieved than I feel. “We’re back on track. Please lean back and enjoy the rest of your trip. Our attendants are coming around with complimentary beverages and snacks.”

I lean back, awaiting sustenance.

Dorian Holder, You Got Some Kinda Nerve!

Afternoon, Ladies!

It’s SuperBALLing Sunday! Alpha Billionaire Dorian Holder, here: hard, horny, waiting to service, spank, and punish you. Cum get a “little tied up” over the next few hours, eh? Your boyfriend’s busy –watching the game, scarfing chicken wings, drooling over bimbos in beer ads– he has NO clue about our Kindle date nor what I’m gonna do to you, baby.

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Touchdown and SCORE!

All Yours,

Dorian

Sexy Pre-game Show (Subtitle: A Quick One While He’s Away)

Vivacia K. Ahwen’s erotic fantasy escape, ANGELS’ PREY, is now available FREE on Kindle Unlimited. That’s right, FREE. The rest of you can kick down a couple bucks for some hardcore paranormal/historical/time travel/gothic/MMF/Shapeshifter/A Desirable Demon/A Sexy Angel/A Cruel Master/His humble Servant-Girl/A Young Baron, right? Everything but the kitchen sink!

You're welcome, ladies. I caught him JUST for you!

You’re welcome, ladies. I caught him JUST for you!

Soon…why not sneak a little “private entertainment” while your man is preoccupied with the pre-game show? He’s not paying attention to you. I won’t tell. Have yourself a little fantasy this afternoon. It’s a quick read (150 pages) and the first of the Dark Alchemy Series. If you like, please leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads. I gave away almost 1,500 free copies and literally didn’t get ONE review. Help a gal out! Link Below….

ANYTHING GOES SATURDAY NIGHT!

“The light dims, just enough that when I sit up, I see the form of a man, an absolutely perfect man, standing at the foot of my bed. His wings rise and fall, exactly in unison with my breath and my heartbeat. It feels so very real. Perhaps a vision, such as many saints have had before. But I am no saint.” ~~From Angels’ Prey

"Sammmmy!" "DEAN?"

“Sammmmy!”
“DEAN?”

You’re welcome,

VKA

A FREAKY FRIDAY WITH SUBMISSIVE LILY AND HER MASTER DORIAN

“Lie down,” Dorian said, pointing at the bed. “Good girl. Now stretch your arms over your head.”

I stretched back, without a word of protest. With the grace of a dancer, he moved over my body, tied a stocking around each wrist, then spread my arms into a V. With a couple swift motions he secured me onto the bedposts with knots that allowed some wiggle room. His breathing had grown heavier, faster, and his penis so swollen that as he reached over me the tip brushed against my nipples through my thin cami. My breath hitched as he straddled me, and he clicked his tongue in response. ~~REACHING LILY

A bit tied up at the moment...

A bit tied up at the moment…

Because I prefer THIS much hotter tub…

“So I don’t get to shave you?” I whined, as we climbed out of the tub.

“Good. No, you absolutely can not shave me.” He dabbed some aftershave on my mons.

“Ow! That burns.”

“Perfect. That’s what happens when you talk back to your Master.” He frowned, and took the moist facecloth away. “Wait. You said pussy torture was a 2. Soft limit.”

"Calendula, take me away!"

“Calendula, take me away!”