Hello everyone. Today I’m thrilled to have Romance Author Lily Velden stop by. She’s sharing some of her favorite quotes, her delicious book “Same Page: Book 1 How The Light Gets In”, and more! Don’t forget to leave her a little love below!
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Lily Velden lives on the east coast of Australia, her family having emigrated from Holland when she was a child.
She’s both a left and right brain person, holding qualifications in both Finance and Fine Arts. She tells her friends that her way with numbers will make her a profitable artist… one day.
Lily has always had a love of language and a beautifully crafted sentence, often incorporating text into her artworks. When a shoulder injury slowed down her art practice, she decided to explore her love of the written word more fully. “I’ll paint my pictures with words.” All artworks described in her stories are her own.
Lily is a single mum to three little treasures who aren’t so little anymore and when money was scarce she wrote and illustrated short stories for them, casting them as the central characters. The children enjoyed them so much that her daughter still calls her Meha instead of Mum, after one of the characters she created for them.
There are many things Lily loves; here are just a few: the smell of freshly baked goods and mown grass, a smile from a stranger, rainbows after the rain, and witnessing a promise kept.
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Same Page: Book 1 How The Lights Get In
by Lily Velden
He was like the only splash of color in a black-and-white photograph.
The man was beautiful.
At an exhibition opening in Sydney, jaded Hollywood heartthrob Jaxon Moncrieff lays eyes on publicity-shy artist Liam Lassiter for the first time and is immediately captivated. But he doesn’t get far into their first conversation before he realizes what he’s feeling is attraction, which brings him up short. Jaxon has always been a womanizer.
Despite his reservations, Jaxon makes a play for Liam, but Liam has his own issues. Unlucky in love and orphaned at sixteen, he is reluctant to open his heart to anyone, and dismisses Jaxon out of hand.
Driven by a need he doesn’t understand, Jaxon organizes a return to Sydney to film his next project. If he can’t be with Liam, maybe they can be friends. Of course, that creates a whole new problem. Now Jaxon is falling in love for the first time. How can he move their relationship from friends to lovers without destroying the trust he’s worked so hard for?
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SHARING SOME OF MY FAVORITE QUOTES
I have to admit, I didn’t know what to write for this article. I feel shy to spout off about writing techniques, characterization, world-building etc., when I still blush when I tell someone I’m a writer! Anyone reading some of my recent interviews will laugh and say, “Lily, shy? No way.” But the truth is I am – I’m just one of those shy people who, when feeling nervous and uncomfortable, babbles at 100 miles per hour and feels duty bound to make you laugh so much your ribs will ache.
Rather than beat you over the head with more info about the inspiration for the HOW THE LIGHT GETS IN series, of which, Book 1: SAME PAGE is due out on the 14th June, I thought I’d share with you some of my favorite quotes and why they resonate with me.
As I’ve recently confessed in a few interviews, I started filling little notebooks with phrases, poems, song lyrics, dialogue from movies and books, speeches, quotes, etc., when I was in my early teens. I always have at least one notebook on me—LOL, when I lasted visited my daughter in the UK, I took four with me. I’m convinced that’s why my luggage was overweight…
They cover a multitude of subjects, but the one thing they all have in common is that they speak to me. Some comfort me. Others inspire me. Some remind me of what’s important, while others challenge me.
I hope you enjoy the handful I’ve selected to share with you!
Okay, here goes!
CREATIVITY TAKES COURAGE
Creativity does take courage – particularly if you place your creative endeavors into a public forum. When you do so, you open yourself to a variety of reactions from the public—some will love what you do, some will hate it, and some won’t care either way. You have to be prepared for all three reactions and remember why you felt compelled to create in the first place.
THE SNOW GOOSE NEED NOT BATHE TO MAKE ITSELF WHITE. NEITHER NEED YOU DO ANYTHING BUT BE YOURSELF.
This sentiment has been expressed, using other words, by many great people, from Shakespeare to Eleanor Roosevelt. I love this version because the Chinese often have a beautiful, visual way of describing things, which appeals to the visual artist in me.
IF A MAN IS NO MORE THAN A COLONY OF CELLS; A MAN IS NOTHING. BUT WE KNOW INSTINCTIVELY THAT A MAN IS MORE.
WHAT HAPPENS, THEN, TO THAT PART THAT IS MORE?
Simply, the best argument for the existence of the human soul that I have ever come across!
ART IS MUCH LESS IMPORTANT THAN LIFE, BUT WHAT A POOR LIFE WITHOUT IT.
I substitute the beginning of this quote with “The arts are much less important….” as our world would be a much poorer place without creative souls sharing with the rest of us the fruits of their labors. Fancy a world without music, art, books, movies, wonderful buildings and fashions? No thank you! In fact, I think the world needs more creative people!
TAKE RISK: IF YOU WIN, YOU WILL BE HAPPY; IF YOU LOSE, YOU WILL BE WISE.
I’m aiming for happy, but wise sounds pretty good too!
If something is worth having or achieving, then it must also be worth the risk of losing something in order to gain it.
TO TRULY LAUGH, YOU MUST BE ABLE TO TAKE YOUR PAIN AND PLAY WITH IT.
Ah, the tears of a clown. This I know and understand.
SEX IS A MOMENTARY ITCH, LOVE NEVER LETS YOU GO.
How true are those words? I think it’s why, in my reading habits as well as in my own writing, I’ve always found it sexier when the main characters were in love rather than just hooking up. Love is sexy! Love is compelling. Love is mesmerizing.
WRITING IS A SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE FORM OF SCHIZOPHRENIA
(E L Doctrow)
The first time I read these words, I thought, hallelujah, someone else who has umpteen characters chatting away in his head! Thank God, I am not alone in my lunacy!
I’ll leave you with those words!
I hope you will join me in my lunacy and pick up a copy of SAME PAGE: Book 1 of HOW THE LIGHT GETS IN, which is due to be released by Dreamspinner Press as both an eBook and a paperback on June 14th, 2013. Book 2, THE RACE IS ON will be out over the summer as well!
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FROM SECOND SCENE
As usual, it was still early when I woke, so I closed my eyes and tried to slip back into the dreams I’d been having—dreams of soft auburn hair brushing over my torso and full, oh so kissable lips trailing moist kisses down my neck and chest. I twined my hands in the silky strands. Lower and lower went the kisses….
I sat bolt upright as the russet-framed face looked up at me from between my thighs, and my lust-filled gaze was met with the autumn eyes of Liam Lassiter.
Holy fucking shit! What the hell? I was panting, my arousal painfully obvious. Don’t panic. No need to panic, I chanted to myself in an effort to calm my pounding heart. Jesus, Moncrieff, one knock back, and now you’re obsessed?
Refusing to dignify my aberrant dream by jacking off, I imagined dead puppies and my grandmother naked in an effort to deflate my rock hard cock.
Forget it, Buddy. No way on God’s green earth am I going to give you a treat when you pull crazy shit like that! What the hell’s going on with you? You’re getting excited over a guy now? I muttered silently to my cock. Okay, now you really are losing it, Moncrieff. You are talking to your dick like it’s a real person… but fuck, go down, will you? Fucking wilt, you stubborn bastard!
I was a little horrified at the time it took me, and exactly how long I had to picture my nana naked, to will it away.
The best cure for my malady, I decided, was a strenuous workout. With a quick call, I ascertained that the hotel’s gym was currently empty and would remain that way for as long as I wanted my workout to last. Sometimes being a celebrity wasn’t so bad.
For an hour, I punished my body’s unconscious betrayal with a regimen of cardio and weights before heading back to my room to shower and dress in preparation for the first of six interviews I had to do before attending the premiere of my latest movie.
“Mornin’, Tinker Bell,” I said with a smile, using my nickname for her.
Ally’s reply was to throw a cushion from the armchair nearest her. Knowing her as well as I did, I was prepared for her reaction and ducked in ample time, and the cushion fell harmlessly in the doorway to my bedroom.
“Careful, Tink, or you’ll get me a reputation for trashing hotel rooms!”
“Coffee. Where’s my coffee?” she groaned. “You know I have no sense of humor until I’ve had my coffee!”
I chuckled and walked barefoot to the kitchenette and made a cappuccino for myself and a latte for Ally. This was my one “star request”—I always asked for an espresso machine in my suite, as I liked to make my own coffee. When you drank as much of it as I did, you wanted it to be good, none of that instant crap.
Alison held the cup to her lips, inhaling deeply, her eyes closed in bliss. “God, JJ, if you ever fail as an actor, you could always get work as a barista! You make the best coffee.”
“That’s why I keep you on; you’re so good for my ego. Okay, Tink, lay it on me. Who’s up first?”
Ally went through my schedule with me in detail. Internally, I groaned. Six interviews, each lasting forty minutes, with a twenty-minute break in between and an hour for lunch.
“Okay, so I’m free from four until seven, when I have to be at the premiere?”
She nodded as she noisily drained the dregs of her coffee. I watched, amused, as she darted out her little pink tongue to lick the last of the flavor from her lips. Seeing my barely suppressed grin, she quirked her eyebrow at me.
“What? So I enjoy a good cup of coffee.”
“Whatever, Tinker Bell. I want you to ring Garrett Flemington and organize for him to come here at four or four thirty, as I want to talk to him about buying a couple of pieces from last night’s show. Oh, and some sandwiches and cakes and things would be nice too, please,” I said, trying to sound casual.
“Consider it done, fearless leader!” She saluted me, making no attempt to hide her knowing smirk. “Rather delicious, that Liam Lassiter, wasn’t he?” she added slyly.
“What on earth are talking about, Tink? So I like his art!” I defended.
“Of course you do,” came back her overly innocent reply. It was Alison’s turn to duck as I threw a cushion at her. “Careful, JJ, or you’ll get a reputation for trashing hotel rooms!” she squealed, throwing my words back at me.
I couldn’t help but laugh; she knew me so well. No surprise, really, considering we’d known each other since kindergarten. We were more like brother and sister than boss and employee, and I knew I could trust her implicitly.
I chose not to examine too closely her obvious ease at the thought that I might have found Liam attractive, deciding to save that essay of internal debate for later…
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Gay as Mardi Gras
by Lily Velden
After the demise of his relationship with his childhood sweetheart, Janey, Jesse needs to get away. His nan has just the thing: a month-long cruise around Hawaii and the Pacific Islands. It seems perfect—until Jesse realizes what kind of cruise it is.
A gay cruise.
Since Jesse’s roommate, Daniel, is recovering from a broken heart, the two decide to buddy up. They hit it off, and with Daniel now Jesse’s partner in crime, they explore the boat and participate in all the fun activities on offer—with some, ah, interesting results for straight boy Jesse.
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