Waking Lily

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.

Smooches,

vka

http://www.amazon.com/Reaching-Lily-Vivacia-K-Ahwen-ebook/dp/B00OFLDV3I

IN WHICH JAX TELLER MEETS MR MAYHEM, VIVACIA K AHWEN GETS SHOT 31 TIMES BUT AVOIDS THE MACHINE, AND OTHER TALES OF SWEET RELEASE WEEK

Okay, I’m not even going to pretend for one second that the title wasn’t clickbait. In point of fact, last night I went surfing for “most common searches on the web.” The Lord punished me for my slippery behavior by not so much as waving the SPOILER ALERT flag about the series finale of Sons of Anarchy. Articles are all titled things like “Should Jax Have Taken that Final Ride,” “Sons’ Cast Opines About Jax’ Suicide,” whatever. Not like the death was a surprise; I mean, Kurt Sutter was touting SOA as “Hamlet on wheels” since Season One, and there goes the punch line. Everyone dies.

See, we don’t have television, here, or internet (I use my cellphone), so I REALLY REALLY REALLY would have liked to see Charlie Hunnam drive into the semi or whatever happens, while Jimmy Smits plays the violin. You know, Nero, Rome, Fire, yadda yadda? Kurt Sutter knew, too. Anyway, now I know the end. And so do you. Come to think of it, maybe I should’ve posted SPOILER ALERT in the title of this entry.

Nah.

On Sunday I shared my NOT “happy, floaty, goofy, ecstatic blog about my release date,” and figured that a week from December 4th (which would be today) I’d be back to all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Luckily, my mood fluctuations did not disappoint, and it ended up being a pretty awesome week, after all. Thirteen minutes after I published that post, I got a gmail notification. An special someone who went by the handle, “New Fan” sent me the following missive:

Congratulations on your publication! It was AMAZING!! An author as promising as you should be able to read their own work on an ereader/kindle. Go buy yourself one and give us some more juicy reads! xoxo an anonymous fan

Once I’d finished grilling people I’d assumed to be the overly-generous parties in my life, I came to the sweet and humbling conclusion that the $200 deposit in my Amazon account truly was a gift from an awesome person I never met who just really loved The Lily.

That’s just…well that’s the bees’ knees.

Also, I’ve had a few sweet notes from readers, and some decent reviews on Goodreads. My favorite was:

*ARC PROVIDED BY HARPER COLLINS VIA NETGALLEY*

The first glimpse we get of a heart broken Lily is as she is fleeing from her life. After finishing the prologue, I knew this was going to be a book much different than I’m used to. I say that in a good way. My first thought was WOW the author gave away a lot of information. The author’s writing only intrigued me more going forward. I enjoyed the pop culture references & often found myself laughing. I thought it was also very different that Lily would be telling her story & then make a comment about something that happened in the future. I loved that Reaching Lily was very character & story driven with a splash of the very naughty Mr. Dorian Holder. I definitely wasn’t ready for the book to end when it did. That would be yet another trick Vivacia K. Ahwen had up her sleeve.

Yes, I’m getting back to work on the sequel. Last night I dreamed about an obscene phone caller, who grumbled a bunch of dirty stuff in my ear. “Mr Ahwen” informed me that I was saying “Who is this? No, who is this, really?” I failed to tell him that a fictional character had rung me, because of Crazy. Oh, and for the record? Dorian Holder truly DOES have a sexy voice; that wasn’t just Lily’s starstruck opinion. (I am not as into her not-boyfriend as she is and consider myself pretty objective. That was why it took me awhile to realize who was on the other end of the phone.) Meta as the whole nocturnal visitation was, it wasn’t half weird or upsetting as the MC from a novel I wrote ten years ago. I had set The Land of Nod aside for a few months a mere two chapters away from finishing. Kassandra actually hunted me down and SHOT me. It hurt. I finished writing the book in a week.

But part of me is curious to see what Dream-Dorian will do if I don’t heed his “deep-throated purr.” I kind of want to meet him.

Speaking of being shot, I got thirty-one Botox shots in my head, and twenty-five years of chronic headache pain (I have epilepsy; it’s an unfortunate side effect) vanished. So strange. Like the world got so quiet and still. Once you’ve heard pounding for that long, the sound doesn’t register, anymore. Once your in pain that long, it just becomes a part of life that you accept. Ever since migraines hopped into the headache soup a couple years ago, I’d been seeking a solution, and thought the Botox was bunk, but was willing to try anything. Anyway. Shit works, y’all. Though my eyebrows are doing a sort of Cruella Deville thing. I’d gotten to the point where I thought I was having early onset pre-Alzheimers from my forgetfulness, word loss, misunderstanding sentences, and growing confusion about just day-to-day basics. My neurologist, who is so the man, told me that can all be sideFX of chronic pain. Appears that’s a true story, because now I’ve got the memory of an elephant. Isn’t that the best?

Also, a bunch of broken links and Vivacia McWrongnames have been fixed. So, yay.

It ended up being a lovely week, so here’s to the Happy-Floaty-Goofy’s. Also I have some pics of the book release cake one of my dear brothers bought me which I meant to post, but the baristas are trying to close here, they’re giving me stink-eye, and who can blame ‘em? So, eh. Maybe next time, Dear Reader.

Kisses,
vka