Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Lilith Thorn and her story The Becoming!
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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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What is the sweetest thing someone has done for you?
This Christmas, my husband waited until I fell asleep and then snuck back upstairs to replace my old stocking with a new one. It was handmade by his Aunt to match the ones our children have and his own from when he was a child. It added such a beautiful bit of Christmas magic to our morning.
How would you spend ten thousand bucks?
Travel. But where to? I’d love to go back to Dublin and show the kids where their father and I met. I’d also like to go back to Italy or France. Greece, maybe? Somewhere warm. Will $10,000 get you a trip around the world?
Where do you get your best ideas?
My best writing ideas come from play. I spend time playing with characters and scenarios in my head before I build anything permanent. I’ll imagine them in various scenarios before I land on the ones I like the best or have the strongest merit before I move them on to paper.
What comes first, the plot or characters?
Characters always come first. I love trying to understand people’s motives, so the people come first and then I figure out what they would do in the situations I dream up for them.
What does your main character do that makes him/her special?
Niamh perseveres. She lives in a time where escape is purely fantasy. The life she’s dealt is the one that she must live in, until death parts husband and wife. Despite the humiliation she suffers, the neglect, the torture she survives.
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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?
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He closed the doors behind him and, without saying a word, beckoned me toward him. I knew what was to come next. This was a test. He had his fill while away, last night included. He had no pent-up desires, as was often the case when he was home for too long, when he couldn’t risk his local reputation doing what he liked best on any flesh but my own.
He eyed me suspiciously. “I have a gift for you.” He hinted toward his inner coat pocket with a tap of his finger. “Do you deserve what I brought for you?”
He was taunting me, treating me like the shallow puppet he thought I was. He believed I longed for him to come home with pockets filled with trinkets. If he only knew that what I longed for was for him to stay away.
“I have done nothing to deserve your mistrust.” I mustered up.
Motioning with his finger, he directed me to turn around and I obliged. Even with my back to him, I felt him approach. I swallowed the dread. After years of his advances, I should have built up a defense, but my arsenal only contained an off switch. Once the fear had been pushed down, I could become his doll. A barely-breathing version of myself, unwilling but able to do as she was told, if only to save herself the repercussions disobedience would entail.
I watched as though from above as he used his body, now pressed against mine, to guide and bend me over the writing desk. He put a hand on my head and forced it to the side, pinning me. With the other found a ‘sweet spot’ at the base of my neck, above my shoulder bone, and pierced it with his tool. Briefly losing my distance from this moment, I cried out in surprise. I had forgotten the sharpness of this exchange. His lips fenced in the flow of blood and as he tasted me. Every now and again, he would attempt to torment me with a whisk of his tongue. Pressing into my back was the gift hidden in his pocket. I recognized the shape of it immediately. A bottle of perfume. What else would he bring me from Paris, from anywhere? It was what he always brought me.
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~ * ~ GIVEAWAY ~ * ~
From Lilith Thorn: One randomly chosen winner via rafflecopter will win a $50 Amazon/BN.com gift card. 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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Lilith Thorn, thank you for stopping by today!
Love & blessings to all! ❤