Do you have any tattoos? Where? When did you get it/them? Where are they on your body?
No tattoos for me… though I wish I did. I did have a belly button ring for about a decade and am trying to work up the courage for a nose ring. The idea of forever scares me. I know how changeable I am and how much I’ve grown in the last ten, twenty, thirty (I’ll stop there) years, I can’t imagine liking the same piece of art in a decade that I like today.
Is your life anything like it was two years ago?
Two years ago I had a two year old and a four year old. We were in the process of moving to Hawaii for an adventure, a shaky adventure. We knew we could be there for three months, three years or somewhere in between. As it was, the adventure lasted about three months, so sadly we packed up and came home, since that moment in our lives we seem to be in constant change. The kids have started school, I’ve taken on some work at home jobs to supplement our income while my husband opened a restaurant… oh and did I mention that we’ve also decided to build a house…. Some days I wonder if the changes will stop any time soon. I could really use a chance to catch my breath. J
How long have you been writing?
I have always been writing…. Writing something I felt was professional, or at least that I wasn’t embarrassed to show others, started coming in high school. I began to have pieces that were structured and well thought out in that time period thanks to encouragement from my English teachers, family and friends.
What advice would you give a new writer just starting out?
It’s so easy to write in seclusion. It can be a very vulnerable experience to share what feels like intimate thoughts to others, especially when you’re newly public with your ambition. But it’s a necessary tool. Find someone or a group of someones who can be constructive in their criticism. People who want to build you talent rather than tear it down. There are lots of online groups or local literary groups who can help with this. Also, read, a lot.
Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.
The Becoming is the story of a women in a humiliating marriage who finds her strength when she falls in love with a mysterious stranger. This much is in the blurb. This first novella is a story about growth, about finding and becoming something more. It should read like a prequel to a bigger story. I have plans to watch Niamh awaken, broken in new ways, struggling with her new path and reframing everything she thought her future with Caleb would be. Looking for accountability, forgiveness and acceptance before she can really reach out and grab the power she possesses.
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The Becoming has four original illustrations in the book. They were done by Christopher Pew an artist that lives in the Niagara area. Over ten years ago he was just starting on his journey as a professional artist and looking for models. His cousin was a friend of mine and asked if I would be interested. It was on my bucket list to be painted by an artist and Christopher’s work was so much better than I ever dreamed I would be a part of, of course I was interested. He took pictures of me in my kitchen in various poses, costumes and states of undress. He took the photos back to his studio incorporating different backgrounds into them as he painted. Suddenly I was transformed into ballet studios, cafes, streams with a water jug on my head, art galleries and artists studios. I constantly describe his art work as beautifully dark. He has such a knack for balancing the two making these amazing pieces of art that has so much to say. I knew as soon as I started writing The Becoming that I wanted it to include another art genre and I knew Christopher would be the perfect artist to create the illustrations.
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BLURB:
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?
Amazon:
Chapters/Indigo – https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/home/search/?keywords=The%20becoming%20by%20Lilith%20thorn#internal=1
Book Depository: https://www.bookdepository.com/search?searchTerm=The+Becoming+by+Lilith+Thorn&search=Find+book
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Foyles – https://www.foyles.co.uk/witem/fiction-poetry/the-becoming,lilith-thorn-9781773706481
Waterstones – https://www.waterstones.com/book/the-becoming/lilith-thorn/9781773706467
Kindle – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-becoming-11
Smash Words – https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/LilithThorn
Bol – https://www.bol.com/nl/p/the-becoming/9200000092712559/
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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.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
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.
Social Media:
Twitter – @liliththorn
Instagram – @byliliththorn
Facebook Page – @liliththornwrites
Good Reads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39675321-the-becoming
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