Between post-production of Finding Lily, a new job, and juggling life…Kinda fell behind on the whole bloggy thing. A couple nights ago I started a semi-depressing post, and decided if I was going to get back into the WordPress game should be more upbeat…you know, to match my bippity-boppity-boo writing persona. Luckily, some awesome girl named “Holly” from the website “Buy The Book” wrote a review for Reaching Lily a few weeks ago, which I stumbled across this morning. So I did a little cut-n-paste and let her write my WP post for me:
“Review: This strangely erotic tale of subservience and domination between an older boss and his very young co-worker is reminiscent of many books yet definitely stands apart.
Going to work on the train one morning, Lily spies a man she’s instantly in love with. Hot damn he’s amazing looking! She gets to work only to find out that “that” man is Dorian Holder–the man from “corporate” who’s come to clean house at Apollyon, Boston’s power gym chain. When he reveals himself as the head of the company that owns the gym and fires her boss, she’s even more thrilled yet concerned–is he going to make her pay for staring at him on the train?
Lily’s used to her copy writing skills being hijacked by other power players in the marketing department, so she sees an opportunity to get the truth to the corporate man–maybe if he likes her, she can use him to get the attention she deserves. As her plan unfolds, Dorian’s does as well. Their affair begins and before they know it, they’re hooked, line and sinker. But where is this going to lead?
The ending is sort of cliffhanger-ish, with more books to come. I’m not a fan of the serial erotica, but this one is very well done if you don’t mind them yourself.
This is a scandalously nasty, blatantly erotic read that’s both funny and irreverent, taking you totally into the mind of twenty-four year old Lily–who’s being pursued by one of the most dangerously attractive, addictive men she’s ever met–the first to crack open her wicked sense of libidinous play, to test her sexual prowess with the slap and tickle he knows so well. Master and sub, deliciously mixed with real-life context. This read is NOT for the faint of heart.”
Nicely put, Holly! And thank you.
Finding Lily is coming out next month, and is available for pre-order in the UK, but I’m still trying to figure out why it isn’t available on Amazon in the States. But it should be within the next couple weeks. Meanwhile, if you haven’t read Reaching Lily— which was an accidental cliff hanger– now’s the time to do it so you can read the two stories back-to-back. Even if you have purchased/enjoyed Reaching Lily, you may want to skim through the final chapter, so you can pick up exactly where our story left off. Here’s a link: http://www.amazon.com/Reaching-Lily-Vivacia-K-Ahwen-ebook/dp/B00OFLDV3I
Enjoy. More soon. I promise, this time.
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.
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 😉
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.
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.”
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.
Okay, that was more clickbait. But ya see, I have been trying to do this thing where I write a blogpost every week, and got caught up in the Holy Daze. So I am CHEATING and printing an interview from Summer’s Book Blog. Contrary to my claim (and best intentions), I’m still struggling with the KDP Select program, and Angels’ Prey won’t be available for at least another week. But it WILL be out sooner rather than later, and I will host that five day giveaway.
Here’s the interview. More soon.
1. What has inspired you to start writing?
Since I was able to pick up a magic marker, I’ve been writing. When I was six I read Little Women, and simply HAD to be Jo March scribbling away in the writing garrett. (Some of my “early writing” can only be described as Alcott fan fiction.) I got lucky and had parents who always encouraged my sibs and me when it came to the arts. We were That Family who did not have a television. Know what I mean?
2. Who are some of your favorite authors/books?
Top three books: Vladimir’s Lolita, Gabo’s One Hundred Years of Solitude, and Dostoevsky’s The Idiot.
3. Do you know yet when the next book for Reaching Lily will be out?
Not sure. It’s outlined and the first few chapters are done, but I’ve been wrapped up in my Day Job, which is exhausting; social service doesn’t leave you much energy at day’s end. I’m cutting back my hours within the next couple weeks, and would like Finding Lily (yep, that’s the title) to be out in the next six months. But no promises! I’ve got another project in the works.
4. What has been the hardest thing for you about writing?
Oh, it really comes down to time, as well as this weird thing about my habits. I will have NOTHING by way of words for several weeks— total block— but then, all of a sudden, I sit down and write 100 pages over a couple days. I have epilepsy, and this weirdness is called “hypergraphia.” It’s kind of a rush, and comes in handy. Often 25% sounds like manic rambling, but I get to keep a good chunk of it. Helps with deadlines.
5. Was Reaching Lily based on any experience you have had?
My theory is that characters/plot of any book have some piece of the author in them, no matter how much we try to do otherwise. It’s like Jung’s theory that most everyone who turns up in a dream is some aspect of yourself, personified. Though there are a few lines people in my life have said, and I thought, “Oh, totally something so-and-so would say.” Then there is the sex factor, but we won’t go there. Heh.
6. Who do you picture as Lily and Dorian?
Lily’s easy-peasy: Zooey Deschanel. Dorian, on the other hand, is a total shapeshifter, and I’ve pictured him in so many different ways. He’s deliberately written that way, right down to his name (The Picture of Dorian Gray). Ian Somerholder? Colin Farrell? Chris Pine? Maybe young versions of Benjamin Bratt, David Boreanz, and Jimmy Smits…Jimmy always rocked the fancy suits in NYPD Blue. For his voice/personality I totally get David Duchovny playing Hank Moody.
7. What is favorite and least favorite thing about writing?
Favorite: TOTAL escapism! Love getting into that meditative zone where the whole world just shuts down and your head’s all tingly; that feeling when your writing time is up for the day that you’ve been far away. Least favorite…going to re-read your piece the next day and deciding it’s total crap. Stephen King’s trick of shoving first drafts of books in a drawer for three months is brilliant.
8. Do you have a favorite place to write?
I have a giant recliner and a lap desk I use. If it’s a rainy day, that’s pure creative heaven for me. Also, the one time I went to St. John, I wrote more on the porch of our getaway than ever. I want to go back. That’s half the reason I’m sending Lily there. Which brings me to your next question….
9. Do you do a lot of research before you start a new book?
Usually it’s incidental. Setting is a great big play land for me. When I’m talking setting, I am going beyond location. It’s the time period, arts, literature, fashion, media, religion, pop culture, and characters’ lifestyle based on what they grew up with and all that surrounds them. Often this means I get to read up on a bunch of stuff as it turns up in my stories, which is wicked fun. Had a great time with Dorian’s clothing, for example. Google “world’s most expensive necktie,” and get ready to fall down a rabbit hole of Rich Guy Stuff. When I’m writing historical fiction, obviously I do quite a bit of fact-checking. As far as erotica, specifically? When stuck, I have been known to take advantage of the generous offerings of Redtube for a little inspiration. Just for the sake of research, of course 😉
10. Do you have a playlist that you listen to while writing?
I don’t listen to music while I’m writing, because it shapes my stories and rhythm of words into something different that what needs to happen. However, I have soundtracks/playlists for my stories while I’m NOT writing. Sometimes it’s stuff my characters do/would listen to. Other times, the tunes simply reflect plot. It’s a way for me to stay in touch with the piece when I’m not actually writing.
11. What are you currently working on?
A present for all you ladies! I have a re-release coming out called ANGELS’ PREY: Book I of the Dark Alchemy series. It’s a paranormal MMF, which had a one-month run a couple years ago, but the publishers (Noble Books) collapsed just as it was picking up steam. So, I’m self-publishing this time, and hosting a five-day Holiday Giveaway for readers. From Solstice —assuming I can figure out this program by tomorrow— until Christmas, Angels’ Prey will be available for free. Seasons Greetings to reading friends!