Niamh is a good wife. She learned early on that crossing her husband had consequences. Living quietly in the shadowed cage he has formed around her, Niamh suffers his secrets and bares the scars they leave behind.
On the night of her biggest humiliation Caleb enters the ballroom changing Niamh’s course forever. He brings safety to her dark world and introduces her to the possibility of escape. Will Niamh’s love for Caleb be the key to her freedom or will it be her undoing?
Excerpt
Chapter Six
I began to remove my clothing, feet first, when I heard the door to the sitting room open. Without hesitation, my guest walked through the room to where I sat. Caleb. I was on my feet immediately, though I had barely taken a step toward him before he had me enveloped in his arms. With both grace and speed, the perfectly made bed and my body collided with Caleb on top.
I was lost to him for what seemed like a moment and forever all at the same time. His hands and my hands both explored the figure opposite them, as if they were making sure the other was really there. Our lips were sealed to one another, tongues exploring as our hands were. My body instinctively pressed itself against his with no desire to be anywhere else. My skirts were bulky, blocking the heat from his body. My corset and Caleb’s weight made it hard to breathe and I was fighting my own instincts to tear into him with every bit of pent up desire that had accumulated since puberty.
Despite all of this, I was elated. There was nothing outside of this moment, only the feel of his lips pressed against mine, his knees pushing open my thighs to cradle his hips against my skirts, my breasts alive and begging for his touch.
The spell was broken when he pulled his face from mine, his hands searching to find a way under my many skirts.
“No hello?” I panted, smiling. Caleb smiled in return while his fingers made their way to a small patch of flesh at the top of my thighs. His hands hung onto my skin, pulsing, waiting for my permission to explore further.
“Hello.”
He leaned down to kiss me again, but this time I turned my head away. He didn’t remove his hand from its hiding place, nor did he look hurt, but he paused for a moment waiting for me to tell him to stop. His eyes locked into mine while his fingers slowly circled the flesh they were in possession of, willing to give up this action and move to higher ground if asked to do so.
I did my best to quickly assess what I wanted from him in that moment. There was a strong pull to throw caution to the wind and let him take my virginity right then and there. In fact, my hands had a strong grasp on his buttocks and seemed very unwilling to let go.
With a deep sigh, a reluctant release of his backside and a motion to sit-up, I blurted, “I was going to clean up before I came to find you.”
Better than the “I think I love you” that was on the tip of my tongue, I supposed.
Caleb rolled off me, allowing me to sit. He perched on the edge of the bed and held his hand out to me. “I can help you with that.”
There was a devilish grin on his face. While I had called a stop to our encounter this day, we both knew that the days to come would lead to my undoing.
Interview
Do you ever wish you were someone else? Who?
I’ve grown up wishing I was someone else in one way or another. It’s how my characters are created. When I find inspiration, I build my characters by putting myself in their shoes. It’s what led me into acting and has kept me writing, trying to understand what makes a person tick. If that means I have to wear their skin for a bit, I’m happy to take on that challenge.
What did you do on your last birthday?
This birthday was a special one. One of my oldest and best friends has a birthday just a few days away from mine. We also live on opposite sides of the country and see each other only a few hours every year. So, to celebrate our birthday’s we met in Mexico for a week of relaxation, adventure and catch up. It was amazing. I got to knock a cool item off my bucket list as well. We rappelled 60m into a refreshing pool of water in a beautiful cenote. I was really nervous until my guide, in a very authoritative voice told me “You can do this.” I believed him, I had no choice ;) In the end the water wasn’t as cold as I was led to believe and I was amazed at how much control you actually have while rappelling.
What part of the writing process do you dread?
The editing processes. I know it’s what all authors dread, but its new to me, at least editing at this length and in this kind of detail. My editor even asked me to rewrite The Becoming word for word as an exercise… reluctantly I did it (my computer ate the first 20 pages as well and had to retype those a second time.) After I finished, I did see the value in the exercise. I was able to find parts that needed work, could be cut and new sections to add…. But it was more than I expected out of the experience.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?
Yes! I’m in the process of starting the next book in Niamh’s story. I’ve started it several times and just can’t find the right way to launch into her new life. In the past music has helped me when I’m blocked. I try to pick something that feels like the mood I’m trying to achieve. But what’s really helping me shape Niamh’s first moments is walking away from the computer and waiting for bed time. In the dark I can close my eyes and relax into an image, that will lead to a scene. Often, I replay and tweak it in my head a few times before sleep comes and keep my fingers crossed that morning will come and the scene will still be intact.
Tell us about your latest release.
The Becoming was born in a moment of turmoil of sorts. My oldest child wasn’t a good sleeper, I used to take her for a walk so she’d nap in the stroller, but when it got too cold to do that I would load her into a carrier and walk her around our living room until she fell asleep. It wasn’t a quick process, so my mind would wander. I’m not sure how the seed to the story came to me, but it developed over days of walking in my living room and lived in my head for months until I was able to find a minute to start putting it on paper. The first draft was a for a blog I write for called Empress Tea. It was published as a story in parts.
Born in Dundas, ON, Lilith Thorn is a restless wanderer. Her first move was to St. Catharines where she earned a Theatre degree at Brock University. Despite her parents’ wish that she would return home and work at McDonalds after graduating, Lilith refused and instead moved to Toronto to give acting the ‘Old College Try.’ After years of sacrificing her other passions for the stage and an empty bank account, she put away those dreams to say “Yes” to a different adventure. This took her to Dublin, Ireland for a few years where she met, fell in love with, and married another Canadian who took her to the one place she said she’d never live: Yellowknife. After nearly a decade in Canada’s Great White North, Lilith looks forward to further adventures with her husband and two children, just about anywhere.
Lilith Thorn is a pen name, the pseudonym used to protect the innocent; that is, so she hopefully never has to explain to her mother-in-law over dinner that she has written an erotic novel.
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