ANGELS CRY is technically a WIP, which I started about two seconds when I was done with Angels Prey. Long story short, a bunch of stuff happened, here we are about five years later, and if I didn’t find some way to get back into putting my stuff “out there” I wasn’t GOING to. This is for the readers who have asked me for more about my naughty angels and their not-so-innocent concubine on their metaphysical journey which is mostly an excuse for a lot of naughty sex and inappropriate humor. So I came up with the idea of “Sweetbytes,” which are installments of 3,000-5,000 words going towards the 50,000 words that Angels Cry is supposed to be. Seeing as I came up with pages of drafting, worldbuilding, et al, I’m hoping to make this come together, so to speak. The story picks up RIGHT where Angels’ Prey left off. Here’s your blurbie:

There Is No Time In Lyricania

It was only yesterday when Clarice Larrabee discovered she was a flesh-and-blood embodiment of the legendary Philosopher’s Stone. Imprisoned at the Holy Order of Saint Anne’s convent, Clarice encountered two angels from a realm called Lyricania. Angel Jabazael: a spirit of light. Daemon Maelfar: a spirit of darkness. They beckoned Clarice to return with them and restore order to a universe of chaos. Naturally, the only way to ignite Clarice’s power was through a ceremony of erotic pleasure, when the three bonded as a trinity of power. Through their loving ritual, history has been rewritten.

Clarice is now immortal. Her fate and mission? Creating harmony from disorder, peace from war, love from hate. She is the bridge connecting the planes of physical and spiritual. All that is seen and unseen.

But there is a whole world to discover. Lyricania is not the paradise Clarice imagined. Is Jabazael the holy creature who stole her heart, or does he have a dark past which led to his silence? Is Maelfar just a wisecracking daemon, or is there a vulnerability deeper than his unquenchable desire? Where do heaven and earth meet in the middle? And is this only her story to tell?

In Sweetbyte One: New Shores, we join Clarice, Jabazael, and Maelfar on an erotic morning of recovery from the intense transformation they shared on that fateful night in Victorian England. We share a new journey from above, beyond, underneath, and behind. Sweetbyte One is the first installment from Vivacia K. Ahwen’s ANGELS CRY. Chapters will be serial-released over the next several months for your quick reading pleasure. When you only have a minute to spare? Grab a Sweetbyte.

Angels Cry: Book II of The Dark Alchemy Series

There is no light without darkness. There is no pleasure without pain.


Sweetbytes will always and forever be 99 cents a pop, because, I mean, they’re 15-20 pages. Except this weekend there has GOT to be a release giveaway, because that’s how Vivacia K. Ahwen rolls! Load up your Kindle on Saturday/Sunday (and I think I may have filled out the thingy wrong so you can try Monday, as well) to enjoy some paranormal sex on the beach. Oh, yes! Forgot to mention Sweetbytes will likely have at least one sex scene in them, or at least some “action,” and ALWAYS some romantic/sexual tension. I’ll give the heat factor on a scale of 1-5 Hershey’s Kisses. Angels Cry gets five of those sweet morsels.

Here’s a link to get your free copy!

This vignette will make absolutely no sense unless you’ve read ANGELS’ PREY, so there needs to be an Angels’ Prey giveaway as well, just to keep new readers up to speed. Same bat time, same bat place. Saturday, Sunday, and (I think) into Monday. All for your reading pleasure….and PAIN!

Though I’ve posted Amazon US links (most of my followers are in the States, it’s obviously available worldwide. Maybe it’s because Reaching Lily was HarperCollins UK, but you guys seem to like me there, so please grab a copy!  And one for your friend. There’s some kind of “sharing” program I agreed to, so I think that means everybody gets a late winter present.

Have a happy weekend of supernatural McLovin’! Angels Cry is more MMF, shape-shifting, time-travel, mild BDSM, and psychological mindgames. So…know that going in. That thar’s my trigger warning!




Return of the Thin White Duke: Missing David Bowie On His Shoulda Been 71st


As you get older, the questions come down to about two or three. How long? And what do I do with the time I’ve got left? ~~David Bowie



Strangely I have never clawed,

rallied against

gone beyond


Everything in your years

have their brightness

in your most never are

wherever stars are

things which run me,

or which cannot happen

because they too

are taken

so very soon.


Your virtuosic look

will necessarily ungive me

though I have also

sung myself as galaxy,

you are always

inside, by, inside

myself as brain

feeling, pretending, completely,

mainly disturbing thought


or if your musky incense be

to think of me,

I and my prophet

will express very that, fully,

as when the music of this

everything promises the point

never, everywhere living




which we are to understand

into this corpse goes

the daemon of your absolute ghost:


I do take what it is about you

that gives

and fly


Only something in me blows

the change of your years

is more challenging than all brain

attention. Not even this place,

has such entrenched somebody




awakens me with

the persona of its water,

believing electricity and

feeling with each



~~ Vivacia K. Ahwen*

*Originally published in 47-16 Volume I. All rights reserved by author.







On the Twelfth Day of Christmas,

A Small Girl spoke to a Stable Genius.

You’re afraid, she said, interrupting his trumpet.

I fear nothing, he grunted. I am a God among men.

She saw how he trembled, heard how he slurred.

You should sleep, Mister Elephant.

And the Stable Genius blinked.

I can’t stop, now.

The men will cut off my tail.

They will harvest my tusks.

The Small Girl reached out, holding a feather.

It’s all they know.

You taught them well.

The Stable Genius shook himself about

Flapped his ears

grasped the feather with his trunk.

Do you think I can fly?

She whisper-sang something about

Pink Elephants On Parade, and said

Just rest.



Seó Bóthair: An Original Watercolor Series FREAKY FRIDAY Blowout Sale!

Seó Bóthair is Gaelic for “Uncontrolled situation,” “circus,” and “roadshow,” as well as being the title of my watercolor/ink/dry pastel series. Hopefully you’ll find a mini-gallery at the end of this schpiel, assuming I did this WordPress thing right. As a Gen-X gal, blogging isn’t my forte. At some point, I’ll figure out how to put up a “gif” and all hell will break loose. It’s likely that I’ll be editing this post over the next few days. Like, a lot.

I’m offering limited edition, embellished, matted, framed prints for $100 a piece on Friday, November 24, with free shipping. Whatta bargain….and how original a holiday gift would that be? Plus, you have the joy of not only giving a one-of-a-kind gift, but supporting outsider arts.

After November 24, paintings will go back up to their usual price of $125.

So how about some other questions about this funky collection? Following is an interview between Vivacia K. Ahwen and Rachel Robbins:

VKA: What is this whimsy?

RR: So glad you asked! Seó Bóthair started as a freestyle watercolor series which I painted over a course of thirty days, when I was experiencing that “Stuck in a rut” feeling that so many of us deal with periodically. Somehow I stumbled across Barbara Diane Barry’s Painting Yourself Out of A Corner: The Art of Getting Unstuck. For 30 days I painted what were more or less liquid scribbles, trying to keep my time limited to short bursts. As with most self-help books I read, I deviated from The Rulez, but used it as a starting point and springboard to rebuild my engine.

VKA: You said watercolor, but I’m seeing a bunch of black ink here, as well. And the embellished prints have pastel dust on them.

RR: Right. I set aside the journal of paintings for a year, found it stashed on my writing porch, and when I was bored one night decided to trace the pictures I could find within the splashes/smears/streaks of color. The ink gave the pictures a stained glass quality which appealed to me, and I kept going with it. Part of the pleasure in looking back at that month was how quickly my mind worked to find the order in colorful confusion.

VKA: “In all chaos, there is cosmos.” That’s Jungian theory, right?

RR: Yep. Gold star, Vivacia. That psychology minor comes in handy sometimes, doesn’t it?

VKA: No snarkiness, please, Rachel. (Snark is my department.) Some of these paintings are freaking me out, TBH. Angels, demons, monsters, fantasy creatures, some Syd and Marty Kroftiness…But I like all the naked humanoids, gotta say. Can you speak to that?

RR: Thanks, I guess? People seem to enjoy them, and find the fun despite the occasional creepy moment. Playful is what I’m really going for. As you look closer, and spin the pictures around, you’ll find all kinds of critters. Hang them upside or down, there’s magic all around.

VKA: Hm. Okay, so how can I get one?

RR: I’ve got a PayPal set up. You’ll be using my “real” email, as opposed to Ms. VKA’s account. I’m Paintings will arrive within two weeks after I receive payment.

VKA: $100, you say?

RR: Yep. Obviously, if you live outside the U.S., it’ll be more…as it costs an arm and a leg to mail overseas.

VKA: Fair enough. Any closing comments?

RR: Yes. I’ve been asked to do book illustrations/cover design before, and that’s something I’m totally up for. However, indie companies seem to offer royalty-based only, and I need an ACTUAL payment to cover my materials, time, craftsmanship, et al. Seó Bóthair is different from my usual styles, I tend to do a lot of mixed media, sculpture, fabric art, and acrylic on canvas. That said, I’m flexible, and can adjust styles to what your needs are. I’m also interested in designing album covers and skateboard decks, so spread the word. Again, my email is Please write “ARTWORK” in the subject line, so I don’t mistake you for spam.

VKA: Perfect. Thanks for sharing your time, Rachel. I mean, it’s not every day you get to hang out with your alter-ego, right?

RR: Right, Vivacia. And happy Turkey (or Furkey) Day, one and all….Wishing you your very own seó bóthair. Adieu!

~~ RR and vka

P.S. Find me on Twitter: @SheRaPrincess is my handle. Mostly I just troll Donald Trump, but occasionally post something semi-noteworthy. Still sticking to that 140-character formula, though. Who needs over 250 [named] characters, besides Marcel Proust? Don’t answer that.

P.P.S. Also, I do the Book of Face: