Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to D. Lieber and her story The Exiled Otherkin!
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D. writes stories she wants to read. Her love of the worlds of fiction led her to earn a Bachelor’s in English from Wright State University.
When she isn’t reading or writing, she’s probably hiking, crafting, watching anime, Korean television, Bollywood, or old movies. She may also be getting her geek on while planning her next steampunk cosplay with friends.
She lives in Wisconsin with her husband (John), retired guide dog (Samwise), and cat (Yin).
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I asked D. Lieber, “How did you get your start in writing and what fuels you to continue?” and here is the response.
Writing for me began as a way to release emotions when I was feeling overwhelmed. When I was younger, I wrote poetry to deal with life. I wrote about everything from first love to the death of my grandfather. At that time, I only really shared my work with family and close friends.
I never thought I was anything special until my poetry professor in college took me aside and urged me to pursue a master’s in poetry. I was flattered, of course, but I was far too worried about feeding myself after I graduated. Oh, how I admire people who throw caution to the wind and pursue their artistic dreams!
In any case, I’d always had a secret desire to write fiction, but I honestly believed I didn’t have to imagination for it. I felt compelled to try my hand at it when an author on a panel at a convention told the audience that she wrote stories she wanted to read that hadn’t been written yet. This struck me in just the right way, and I thought: if I’m only writing for my own entertainment, I don’t have to worry if it’s good or not. Well, once Conjuring Zephyr was finished, I figured it didn’t hurt to submit it to publishers and agents. I mean, if I enjoyed it, others might as well, right? And thus began my journey as a fiction author.
As far as what fuels me to continue, that is the stories and my desire to find out what happens. I still write for myself and my own entertainment. When I get a story idea, it just keeps nagging me until I complete it. It’s the same reason I kept a notepad by my bed at night when I was growing up. The words will torment me until they get out.
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Exiled from Faerie when her father dies, half-Fae Ember is surprised by how much the human realm has changed since she was there last. She takes a dangerous job on a merchant airship, hoping a life on the move will keep her well-hidden. Sure, she misses her brother, but years of apathy have numbed her emotions.
When the optimistic and naïve Reilley follows her, it’s annoying to say the least. But when she starts feeling responsible for him, long-stifled emotions crack the ice around her heart.
Faeries, pirates, and traveling players meet in this steampunk fantasy adventure as Ember tries to cope with feelings long forgotten and a past that pursues her.
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I scanned the crowd, but there was no sign of them. My stomach lurched, and I swallowed my panic. I moved as quickly as I could to the place where Reilley had just stood.
To the right was a dim alley with curtained doors lining the sides. I shot into the shady street.
“Reilley?” I called and received no answer.
Up ahead, a curtain covered the light that spilled into the alley. I rushed for that doorway. Ripping open the curtain, I lunged inside.
In the small room, two men sat on crates playing cards on a box in between them. They looked up as I entered.
“Where is he?”
Neither responded as they returned to their game. I spotted a door at the back of the room and barreled toward it. The two men moved to stop me.
“I don’t have time for this,” I told them as they blocked my way.
The one closest to the door I wanted to get through crossed his thick arms over his chest and lifted his chin, looking down at me with a smirk. His wirier friend stepped toward me and pointed the way I’d come.
“This party is closed,” he said with a heavy accent. “If you don’t have an invitation, leave.”
“I just need to get my friend. Then, I’ll leave.”
He shook his head and grabbed my upper arm to escort me out. “You will leave now.”
I rotated my elbow and broke his grip then pulled back and drove the heel of my hand into his nose.
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D. Lieber will be awarding a fancy homemade bookmark (US ONLY) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. CLICK HERE to enter to Win! Readers, follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates and places can be found here: Tour Schedule
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D. Lieber, thank you for stopping by today!
Love & blessings to all! ❤