Lucy Pireel

Book Blog Tag Monday!

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Mondays are TAG days! I’ve been tagged by a lady who I greatly admire, not only because she writes the stories that I love to read, but because she’s a wonderful and caring friend. I had difficulty picking which of her books I wanted to share today because I love everything that she writes, then it occurred that you all probably know how to surf Amazon to find her others. So, here is the latest release from author Christine Campbell. Thank you for including me Christine!

When Tom asks Jayne to marry him, he unwittingly opens her personal Pandora’s Box, and now she can’t seem to close the lid on all that rushes out at her, whirling her into a cycle of self-sabotage.
Unable to commit to a relationship, she pushes Tom away…along with everything else that’s important in her life.
There are things she had chosen to forget. There are others she can’t remember even when she tries. What she does remember is fear.
Feeling emotionally trapped by her past, her biggest challenge is to break through its bars and fly free.
Then she finds someone to help her make sense of what’s happening, but, instead of slamming the lid shut on all that has been let loose, he helps her open it wider and makes her face her fears in order to overcome them.
Remembering the past helps her make sense of the present and allows her to begin the process of healing and she finds that, as in the fable, there is one last thing left in the Box. That thing is hope.
But, when she is ready to commit to a relationship, will Tom still be waiting?

This novel traces a woman’s struggle to become the woman she wants to be in order to marry the man she loves.
A contemporary novel about someone who could be your neighbour, your friend, or even you.

The rules of this tag are to answer the following four writing questions, and then tag three other authors. Next week, February 24, these three authors will answer the same questions and tag three others, and so the chain continues to grow larger. This will enable readers to get to know more authors and their books. It will also allow everyone to get to know these authors a little better.
Because I’ve already participated in one of these tags, and because I’ll be participating in a couple more, I’ll try not to repeat myself. Try.


1. What are you currently working on?

I’m working on a few projects right now, and seeing as how I know I’ll be answering this question again, I’ll use one at a time. My goal for this year is to publish four books, two of them fairly soon. Lesser Being is the first in a collection of novels featuring Judith, a ghost writer specialising in memoirs. Each book tells the life of the person whose memoir she’s currently writing. The first one is Emmaline.

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2. How does your work differ from others in the same genre?

I’m sure that there are lots of books about ghost writers. I think that the way each author tells their story makes most decent books unique.

3. Why do you write what you do?

I have an abusive muse. She pelts things down on my head until I write what she shows me.

4. How does your writing process work?

This particular story started out as a memory of someone, then turned into a daydream about what route her life had taken, then it became a high definition movie in my head with surround sound in 3D. All I had to do was write it down, and try not to use too many exclamation marks again.


Lucy Pireel is one of the first authors I met online, and we’ve become firm friends over the time that has passed since then. She’s funny and brilliant, one of the most hard-working people I know, and she has a heart of pure gold. I want to share the cleverest twists on fairy tales that I’ve ever read. Add talent, wit, and a little touch of wicked and you have….

Once upon a time …

Little Red Riding Hood took matters into her own hands

And the miller’s daughter struck a flawed deal with Rumpelstiltskin

In these–and two more–twisted fairy tales there are no happy endings, and what you’ll find from these heroines is not what you would expect to find at all.

I’m a poet collector. I’m a sucker for anyone who can turn words into magic, and twist your heart with a sentence. So far I have about seven favourites, and right up at the top is Pamela Beckford. She’s also become a favourite blogger, and another one of those lovely people whose words I never want to miss. Dreams of Love is a must have for anyone who loves beauty and of course, love.

Poetry can soothe the soul. While many are short, these poems are filled with emotion. Perfect love and love lost are all represented in this collection of poems.

John W Howell is one of the authors I stalk in the blogosphere, and another favourite person. I love his regular short fiction, and now his brand new novel is launched and perched right on top of my reading pile. Enjoy!

John J. Cannon successful San Francisco lawyer takes a leave of absence from the firm and buys a boat he names My GRL. He is unaware that his newly-purchased boat had already been targeted by a terrorist group. John’s first inkling of a problem is when he wakes up in the hospital where he learns he was found unconscious next to the dead body of the attractive young woman who sold him the boat in the first place. John now stands between the terrorists and the success of their mission.

I’m not planning on asking permission to tag any author. I’m just going to tag those I find awesome, but any indication from you that you actually won’t throw stones at me if I send the chain your way would be cool too.

Beginning Anew by Paula Rose Michelson – Book Blast and Giveaway

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Beginning Anew CoverNaomi and Chaz know that miracles really do happen for at a friend’s wedding they reaffirmed their love and are Beginning Anew!

Yet there are consequences that the couple must face. Will Chaz love and protect his wife? Will Naomi learn to trust Chaz?

Find out in the first novel of Paula Rose Michelson’s four-book saga e Naomi Chronicles.

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Paula Rose Michelson is not only an author but also a mother of two married daughters, and the grandmother of seven. She authored the Casa de Naomi Series. And today, February 1, 2014 The Naomi Chronicles, Book One, Beginning Anew will release on Amazon.

In 1988, she founded LAMB Ministries which teaches women recovering from trauma and abuse.

While awaiting the copyright for the first LAMB recovery book titled, “Why Did We Become Angry?” She wrote a series of politically incorrect articles that will be published under the title, “The Purple Pitch Seduction of America.” These will release in 2014.

Paula can be found online on:

Her site, blog, Twitter, Facebook, Amazon, and Goodreads


For this release blast Paula has decided to do a giveaway.

The prizes are:

Prize pack Anew Blast

3 sets of the previous Casa de Naomi Books (digital format)


3 x Casa de Naomi: Book One (digital format)

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Chaz carried Naomi over the threshold and into the vestibule. His gaze caressed her every feature, resting at last on her eyes. They were a striking couple. She, a petite woman with olive skin, azure blue eyes, and curly hair that, when let loose, fell to her waist; he, a lanky man with close cut, dark brown hair and strong features who had once again married the woman his heart yearned for. As Naomi met his gaze with her own, she found herself believing that the Spanish tiles and sideboard stood as silent witnesses to the love encompassing them. She felt Chaz tighten his hold on her and remembered the first time she came to this casa, a teenager handcuffed and dragged here against her will.
He nuzzled her neck, and her thoughts turned toward Chaz coming to this casa the first time they wed, unaware of her secrets. When they looked at each other, Naomi believed each of them were experiencing the magic that surrounded them, magic carried on the soft velvety breeze that drifted in through the front door, enfolding them in its embrace. Noticing that they breathed in unison, her heart rejoiced, for their unity affirmed to her that this was the beginning of all their tomorrows as their yesterdays faded away. She smiled, certain each of them was remembering the vows they had reaffirmed, the promise of the night they shared, and the many promises they made; promises to love, cherish, and obey.
Naomi drank in her surroundings, amazed that the place of fear and trepidation that had become a refuge for her while serving others, and from which she had fled weeks ago, was now a place of love and joy. Bringing her thoughts back to the present, she saw Chaz’s gaze sweep the casa and noticed his scowl. She wondered if he was remembering their first wedding night a little more than a month ago that for him, she believed, was a night of unmet…She blushed and was about to ask him when he turned toward her. Though she believed, she would never be sure, his look seemed to say…Nomi, you take my breath away!
She flicked a piece of lint from his tuxedo jacket.
“Nomi! Did you hear me?” He stared at her.
Though not given to mind reading, because of the way Chaz looked at her, Naomi wonder if he was remembering the way they meet years ago when he was on the street inebriated. Before their life had fallen apart, he had told her that the few moments they spent then changed him forever. Now, as she relieved the moment, Chaz had called her “Nomi” she realized once more the manifold blessings of remarrying this man who used the same endearment her papá had. Chaz had called her “Nomi” before, but this time, when he spoke that name it sounded like a benediction, and her heart filled with joy. She was certain he truly loved her as her family had, for none but her family had ever called her what her papá had until Chaz claimed her heart.
“Nomi, you take my breath away!”
“Oh, Chaz, I thought I imagined you saying that.”
Chaz smiled and kissed her. “Dear one, let us remember what we went through to come to this place and this time. Let us never take lightly the love we have for each other.”
“I promise…I will not forget.”
“Amore, time has robbed us of many things. Commitments unconsecrated at the beginning of our marriage and your promise of their completion on that first Sunday night.”
She blushed. “This is true, but there is nothing we can do about that now.”
“We can have our special Sunday as you planned.”
Naomi took the measure of her man with new insight. “Do you mean to tell me that after all of this, you are willing to wait?”
“Sí, that is exactly what I mean. If there is one thing I have learned from all of this, it is that I need to be patient with you…with us.”
“Are you trying to develop this trait by putting off our union?”
“I believe we should come together after we have sorted things out. I must confess, you were not the only one hiding. I came to you with one suitcase and allowed you to think I was less than I am. For that, I ask you to forgive me. It is because both of us have not been open with each other that we need this time. Besides, waiting until Sunday will be wonderful agony for us both. After all, what is it they say, ‘waiting makes the moment more special’? I believe we should wait as you originally requested.”
“What do you mean, you made yourself to be less than you are? Who exactly are you?”
“See, you are aware that we do not really know each other, or you would not be reacting this way.”
“That is true. I can see the wisdom in what you suggest. But…”
Chaz watched his bride’s emotions as they flitted across her face. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as he put her down.
Seconds ticked by. She smiled at him. “I was thinking about the sign.”
Chaz drew her close. “I am glad you like it.”
“Well…who would not be surprised…I mean pleased, to come home and discover the casa had been named after them, with a sign saying so now hanging above the front door?” She remembered asking him, “Why did you pick these words?” Though she hated having her name where everyone could see it, she smiled when he answered, “I told you before, you are my casa, Naomi. I am at home in you!” Amazed by her response, “I never thought of this as my casa,” Naomi knew she sounded happy like new brides do. Now, those words seemed to reverberate within the walls of the casa, as if the house was rejoicing with her because it somehow knew that home had always been an illusion to her until now.
She thought of the yellow butterfly on the sign and asked, “Chaz, are you one who watches butterflies?”
“No, my sweet, I am one who watches you.”
“What do you mean?”
“What were you thinking of that made you blush when I proposed?”
“Well…I said I would date you…because outside my bedroom’s French doors each spring, I watched caterpillars spin their cocoons and emerge later in the season as beautiful butterflies. I wondered if…if I…could be like them…becoming all I was meant to be by…marrying you.”
“When hearts beat as one like yours and mine, in time we come to understand each other’s secret yearnings.”
“And what is my secret yearning?”
“That we be happy—”
“Oh yes, I want us to be happy and… hope for…”
“Una mariposa amarilla, sí?”
“How did you know my secret wish was to be free like a yellow butterfly is?”
“Naomi, for one who was taught that observing the Jewish faith could lead to her death, who sought freedom in America, then needed to live in isolation because she had entered the land illegally, thinking of a butterfly that goes where it wants and does what it pleases must have seemed like heaven. As for yellow, that, my lovely, is no secret. Given the choice, if you are not trying to be invisible, or dressing to please me, you wear something yellow.”
Naomi thought of the lovely yellow sunhat with embroidered red roses Chaz had bought her and nodded. “Yes, you are right.”
“Un momento.” Chaz hurried away, returning a moment later with that hat in hand. She smiled at him as he placed it on her head and draped the matching scarf artfully around her neck. “I promised myself that when you came back we would begin again with good memories. For me, this hat and dancing with you on the patio are the best!”
She smiled at him.
He picked her up, and hurried towards the backdoor. Before he crossed the kitchen’s threshold, she motioned for him to put her down. “Is there a problem?”
She frowned. “It is going to be hard enough to wait until Sunday, so…”
He saw her frown and understood all she had not said. “Sí…dancing with you is out of the question! Now I wish you had not agreed to wait until…”
“No. I know you were right…though it seems odd to be married twice in such a short time and never come together.”
Chaz chuckled. “When you put it that way, I can see the humor in our situation.”
“It might not seem funny when some will insist that we wed on June fifteenth, 1967 instead of on July twenty-sixth, 1967.”
“I do not care what date we use. All that matters is that we are really and truly married.”
“Yes, a new beginning.”
“Now there are things we need to do.”
“What things?”
“We must go shopping for some new bedding and other things for the master
At the mention of bedding, Naomi blushed.
“What is it?”
Aware that if she shared her desire, Chaz’s plan might go awry, Naomi cast her eyes down. “Nothing…nothing at all…”
“Naomi, do not hide from me again.”
Oh, God, how do I do this? she wondered as her color deepened.
“Naomi…please, please…” The way Chaz looked when he uttered those two
words made her feel weak in the knees.
Talk about something else, she told herself. “All right…since you spoke of Madre Vida and the sign, I must share that her name is misspelled.”
“Is that all?”
“Tell me.”
“I am so sorry that I did not clear out her room for you.”
“Nomi, it is all right. We can do that together.”
“I could not let go of her presence. With your help, now I can.”
“Good! Let us make that room our own.”
“I am glad you will help because that way the room will really be ours. What should we do with Madre Vida’s things?”
“We could pack them away,” he suggested. Then seeing his bride frown, Chaz exclaimed, “Why not pick some of her things and frame them!”
“Oh, Chaz, that is a wonderful idea, but…”
“Well,” she looked at him for assurance. Seeing him nod, she continued, “It might be silly to speak of such things now, but though I lived with Madre Vida for more than five years, I do not know anything about her except her work with girls like me, and the market she owned and passed on to me along with all her other commitments. Though not my real mother, she gave me this life.”
“Maybe, in her things, you will find what you want.”
“I hope so. I would like to know…” Naomi smiled at him. “She was my only family here in America.”
Chaz hugged her tight. “Now you have me.”
“We have each other.”
Chaz heard the kitchen clock chime, marking the midnight hour. He escorted his wife to her bedroom door and forced a smile. “Then we agree, tomorrow we begin to make the suite fit for us.”
Naomi smiled and opened her door. “Yes, tomorrow we begin to be us instead of you and me….Us, as only a couple in love can…”
“Will be,” Chaz finished her sentence, then he kissed her lips longingly. Drawing circles in her right hand, he moved closer, so close each could feel the other’s heart beating. “Naomi, I…” he pulled her to him.
“Whatever you want, I am yours,” she murmured as his lips encircled hers.
“Naomi,” he moaned, “I must leave you now or I will never go!” He forced himself to turn away and walk down the hall.

Paula answers some questions:

Sweet or savoury?
Sweet! Growing up next-door to my grandparents,’ I was blessed to eat bread or sweets anytime I liked because grandpa owned a Jewish bakery and my dad frosted all the cakes. In that day no one sold anything that was a day old, so there were a lot of delectable treats. At one year old, I weighed 32 pounds and have had to watch my weight ever since…but I still love sweets!

Coffee or tea?
Tea! I have a tea pot collection that my friends have added to over the years. Once while Ron was in Idaho, staying at a pastor’s house over night before he preached on Sunday, he admired the wife’s teapot collection and she took one of her prized teapots that she gotten when she was in Russia and gifted it to me.

Chocolate or cookies?
Chocolate or cookies…hum mm, that’s like asking Winnie the Pooh to pick between Piglet and Eeyore! I guess it would depend on what the chocolate or cookie choices are…I know, how about white chocolate tea (I’m fantasizing here) with cinnamon chocolate cookies!

Favourite dish?
My mother-in-law, God bless her, was a chief. She taught my hubby how to cook! So my favorite dish, as my hips can attest to, is anything he makes! However, if we’re going out, I’ve got a list of fave’s we don’t eat at home like anything Greek or hor dourves.

A Menu of Death by Lucy Pireel – Book Blast!

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Today is the day author Lucy Pireel introduces her new book, A Menu of Death to the reading world, and I am honoured to be part of her Book Blast team. So, here we go!

Underneath the veneer of humanity lies darkness.
Eight deadly tales that explore dark desires in which some do what it takes to obtain what they want, while others are led by events.
Wishes gone wrong, unhealthy obsessions, and cravings to sate.
A Menu of Death will take you on a blood curdling journey that you may not survive.

A Menu of Death

A collection of stories centered around vengeance, obsession, cravings, and life.

Pick one item on the Menu or devour the entire buffet
Make sure you don’t bite off more than you can chew
Read, but not with greed for
Death awaits, ready to come and collect its due

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These eight short stories revolve around obsession, revenge, craving, love, and Death.
Whether it be a woman in need of rescue, a man who hungers for his wife, a demon lost, or wishes come true, all characters want something. Badly.
But … You can’t always get what you want, but you might just get what you need.

Available at:
Amazon UK

Amazon US



About the author

Lucy Pireel

Lucy Pireel is a writer who doesn’t let herself be restricted to any one genre. She loves to write in whatever direction her current story leads her.
When she’s not writing, or reading, she is practicing or teaching yoga, her other passion. Or she could be on a long hike somewhere in the beautiful British nature.
Being an author it is almost a given she has a great love for chocolate and coffee to live on while writing, but she doesn’t shy away from trying to prepare intricate dishes, for cooking is another thing she enjoys.

Should you want to follow her she can be found at:

And because I know everyone’s just as nosy as I am when it comes to finding out more about our favourite author’s lives, I asked the lovely lady a couple of extra questions.

What inspired you to write your first book?
My son and his lovely way of asking for more stories.

What was the inspiration for the story?
Fairy tales, because I love them, my son loves them and we both wanted less of the sugary Disney version and more how they should be. Dark, gritty and not much in the happily ever after department.

Did you find a lot of support on your writing journey?
Yes, I can’t say anyone has ever not supported me in my writing. But there are moments when real life gets in the way of the writing, or is it the other way around? At those times the people around me wish I wasn’t an author with a deadline.

Who was most supportive?
Most supportive? Difficult, because like I said I didn’t really have had many adversities in my writing life, but if I have to choose someone, I’d say the dog, because the poor beast has to keep everything in and wait for food until I am done typing. I do rush when I know I have to feed the mob, or go for a pee round. 🙂

You write in more than one genre. Even so, do you have a specific writing style?
I love stories with a double layer, the underlying layer being a morale.

What’s your favorite colour? Why?
I love blue because the eyes of my favourite man are blue, and brown because … Well, the colour of my son’s eyes is brown.

What do you enjoy reading?
All well written books. Really I don’t have a favourite genre. All I can say is I do like sci-fi and paranormal, and thrillers, and crime, and the classics the best, but even dystopian has books worth my time.

What books have most influenced your life most?
The classics and Shakespeare. Mythology is another thing that keeps popping up.

Who’s your favourite author, and what turns you on?
Jo! I had no idea you did naughty questions too! Erm, I mean I quite like… Music? Yoga?
Ah, not naughty after all. 🙂 In that case, both! Music to relax to, to dance to, to have fun to, and to write to. And yoga to balance it all.

Have any new authors really grabbed your attention, and are there any indie authors out there today that you love?
I love the stories of Cammy May Hunnicut, naughty and not suitable for the ones who do not love love. 🙂 You yourself Ms. Robinson with your sci-fi scribblings as well as your shorts. Mike Saxton and his dystopian work, which is quite a feat knowing I do not like dystopian novels at all. I could go on, because in each genre there are those more than worth time and money to tip the scales in favour of the indies.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
Yoga! And spending quality time with my loved ones, and cooking, and baking, and walking the neighbour’s dog, and gardening, and … Oops, sorry!

Is there anything you find difficult in your writing and publishing life?
Yes, to balance time between writing and engaging with people/fans who want to know things and I do love to engage with people even knowing it gobbles up valuable writing time.

What do you think has made you the writer and person you are today?
I guess life? Without all that life has thrown at me and how I dealt, I wouldn’t be who I am today.

Tell us about your already published stories.
Well, the first one was really a sci-fi diptych called Life for a Trea and Craddle of Life, and then Consummation (zombie), followed by The Deserted Road (contest winner Writer’s Beat Quarterly).
But you mean my full works? Red Gone Bad, a collection of twisted Fairy Tales, followed by Heaven’s Closed, two short stories which are free on, and Bound, a BDSM novella, till we arrive here–today–at the release of A Menu of Death, a collection of horror shorts with a message much like fairy tales would have.



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I’m not a professional reviewer, and I only read for my own pleasure. Being a scribbler myself, I don’t ever leave a bad review, so it’s just as well that I’ve loved the last three books I’ve read. I gave them 5 stars ***** – every one! Here they are:-

Fantastic Tale, September 18, 2013
By Jo Robinson
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This review is from: The Fall of Onagros, Sage Book 1 (Kindle Edition)
This is the best fantasy book I’ve read in a very long time. Marian Allen created a world I got totally absorbed in, to the exclusion of all else until I’d read the last sentence. I loved the way the thread of this story is woven, and the clever way the connections between the characters become clear. The parts played by mysterious, mythical creatures introduced at the beginning of the book is revealed in unexpected and delightful ways. A truly fantastic read. I’ll definitely finish reading all the books in this series, and any other book I come across by this author. She’s the real thing – a true story teller.

Delightful!, September 18, 2013
By Jo Robinson
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This review is from: Red Gone Bad (Kindle Edition)
This collection of short stories surprised me all the way. Lucy Pireel has taken traditional fairy tales and made them her own with dark, tragic, and sometimes hilarious twists. Absolutely absorbing – I loved every single tale. I don’t want to give away any of these clever plots, so I’ll just say that I recommend this book to anyone, regardless of your preferred reading genre. This author is not only clearly very clever, but has a unique and enjoyable way of sharing her tales.

A Superb Story!, September 18, 2013
By Jo Robinson
This review is from: The Hangman’s Replacement: Sprout of Disruption (BOOK 1) (Kindle Edition)
I won a paper copy of this book in a competition. It’s quite a long book, but at no time did I get the urge to stop reading it. I loved every page! Having lived in Zimbabwe for eighteen years, I was fortunate enough to be able to picture exactly where the hero was, and that just made an already immaculate story all the more real and enjoyable for me. But regardless of that, I would have liked this anyway. I love this author’s obvious keen intellect, and his dry sense of humour. I absolutely recommend this book, and will buy every other story this author ever publishes. Fantastic book!

I’ve got a couple more reviews to do, but that will be next week, because I need to get back to a bit of work instead of lounging on the couch reading and stuffing my pie hole. These were all fantastic reads, and I’ll be revisiting all of these awesome scribblers one at a time on my blog in the future. In the meantime if you’re in the mood for a really good read, I totally recommend them all.

Guest Blogger In The Hut – Lucy Pireel

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My guest in the hut today is a wonderful lady of many talents. She is not only a very talented author, but also editor, proof-reader, promoter, and sought after reviewer. Her incredible energy, consistently friendly and approachable character, and a work ethic that you seldom see in us scribblers, have got her where she is today, and I am proud to call her friend. As well as all these things, she finds the time to sometimes post lovely whimsical musings now and then. You will find them in Lucy Pireel’s Blog, but I’ve asked her to share a bit of her awesomeness on my blog too. So without further ado, I give you, my dear friend, Lucy Pireel.

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Social Muse

“When men speak ill of thee, live so that nobody will believe them.”
It is what Plato said, muses Lucy.
“It still holds value, you know? Do not let a single human hold any other back from the life that one chooses to live. Writing, reading or listening.”
Lucy sips her coffee, relishing the tranquillity of morning spent on the sofa, and the heavenly taste of dark brown liquid, flowing over her tongue like silk on a baby’s bottom.
“Yes, where was I?”
She shakes her head, and remembers to finish this thought before it flees from her mind, and leaves her head filled with harrowing images of men and mice, of pitchforks and monsters, of …
“No, best not go there.”
Instead she decides to live her life uncaring of the misconception of others and prove the humans wrong. She cannot, will not, let the actions of a single human put her down, not even the lack of action by others who saw it happen and did nothing to stop it.
People feel safety in numbers, in belonging to a group and do not want to be shut out. It is the same in the virtual world which lures and gobbles up human minds. Changes them into creatures different from what a human might be in real life. The fast lane of social media, where things change every other second, and people do not stop to think and consider what is written, do not try and reason, but judge in a split second, and do not for one moment consider the feelings of the ones on the other side. For those are not real people to them. How easy it is to ignore another when one does not have to look the human in the eye and explain ones actions.
“Why not take the time to read what is written and try to unearth what is meant by the writer? Or just be entertained?”
Lucy grins, drinks more coffee and nibbles her toast, offering some to those surrounding her.
“Relax and read, enjoy your tea. Don’t let any human, or their idea of how one should be, hold you back from what could well prove to be the next piece of wonderful writing/reading, or the most wonderful person you have ever encountered in your life.”

Thank you for joining me today dear Lucy, and thank you for those true and wise words. And for the gorgeous picture to go with your thoughts too. And now for a little Kirsch, and some Swiss cheese for us, I think, and a chance for my friends to join your warm and friendly spaces around and about the old world wide web. I’ve listed them all here.

Find Lucy Pireel and her books at the links below:

Facebook Page
Lucy Pireel’s Blog
Lucy Pireel on Twitter
Lucy Pireel on Goodreads
Lucy Pireel on Amazon
Lucy Pireel’s Website
Google Link
Red Gone Bad


Both are of course also available at all other online ebook sellers.

Heaven’s Closed

Author Spotlight – Lucy Pireel

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My lovely friend and author, Lucy Pireel is with me today, to tell us about her books, and a little about herself and her life too. Not only is she a talented author, she is also one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. She selflessly helps and promotes other independent authors, showcasing their work, and featuring them on her blogsite – see Lucy Pireel’s Blog here. It’s an honour to call this lady with the heart of gold my friend, and to share her work here with you today. Let us begin with a short autobiography.

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Lucy Pireel loves to write and read. She does not limit herself to one genre, but writes what she thinks would work for a story. At times this means writing Science Fiction, or fairy tales, while some are pure erotica.

She is happy to successfully have self-published her first three books, while editing her full-length, paranormal, erotic novel at the same time. Of course she writes more too; there are always new ideas for stories playing through her head, ranging from flash to full length novels.
Lucy enjoys long walks in the great outdoors, or twisting herself into a pretzel while doing yoga. All to unwind after a day of writing, or editing. At the moment she lives in the UK and enjoys the country and its people very much. She’s very much a people’s person. Should readers want to ask her a question, she’s easily found on facebook. Or visit her blog at WordPress. And for the really interested reader/fan, she even has her own author site (

And now, straight to the questions. Comfy?

1. What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
Yoga, walking with the dog, trying to bake stuff, all sorts of stuff but mainly cakes and breads 🙂
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That is one cute doggie Lucy!

2. What do you like to read, and who are your favourite authors?
I like to read everything that is books, even scientific magazines. You know Jo? I don’t really have a favourite author. I like too many different genres to have one favourite. There is just too much good stuff out there and not enough time to read it all. Eeeps!

3. When did you begin to write?
Ah, when did it all began? I’ve always been a story teller, but only when my son asked me for a pirate story in which something really happened I seriously worked on writing. Not that that one will ever be published. 🙂 My passion lies in the adult corner, dark and erotic. Not necessarily combined.

4. What music do you listen to, if any, when you write?
I don’t deliberately listen to any kind of music when writing. I kind of like the sound of my brain at work. 🙂 But I do have a favourite song.
Kashmir by Led Zeppelin. But other than that I pretty much like all music from classical to … think of something and I might even like it.

5. What do you love?
Life, writing and having fun with my friends (like you).

6. What don’t you like?
Leeches, and people who try to get you down.

7. Tell us a little about your next book.
I’m working on a collection of dark tales, but I also have a pararom novel finished (John Cameron McClain has it now to beta-read), and I’m working on another erotic novella and then there is the … Oh, shoot, I just have so many WIPs some days I don’t know on which one I want to work most.

8. What genres do you write?
All of them, except YA and Dystopian.

9. Tell us about your published works.
There is Red Gone Bad, a collection of twisted fairy tales with murderous and in general not really nice heroines.
Bound, my pride and joy at the moment. A BDSM novella. One reviewer said it was a pleasure to read a BDSM story in which the guy wasn’t a jerk on a power trip. I was right chuffed reading that. 🙂
But I am also very proud of my sci-fi diptych which ran as cover story on issue #3 of Isotropic Fiction
And of course my contribution to the zombie anthology of Hazardous Press ‘A Quick Bite of Flesh.

10. If you could choose anywhere in the world to write where would it be?
A tropical island where the sun always shines and the sea is crystal clear (not that I’d be swimming in it, but still). And I’d very much appreciate it if from time to time some fun peeps would drop by.

11. Number eleven is not a question, but anything about yourself or anything at all you’d like to share here – go wild!
“Go wild,” she says. 😉 Just how wild would you want things to get? Wheeeeheeee! Just kidding. I’ll share something about myself. Give you a scoop as they say. I grow tomatoes in a greenhouse. I would love to have chickens and a pig. Want to have a horse to ride to the shops. Do a ‘lady Godiva’ riding bareback in my summer dress. (I am forgetting that a horse’s back isn’t that gentle on the thighs, especially not when the flesh is exposed and you’re sweating.) And I want to live on a boat.

Well… I’m not so sure about living on a boat. And you’d have to teach your horse to swim too. Thank you Lucy. It’s been an absolute pleasure finding out more about you, your work, your love of life, and meeting your cute little doggie guy too!

Find Lucy Pireel and her books at the links below:

Facebook Page
Lucy Pireel’s Blog
Lucy Pireel on Twitter
Lucy Pireel on Goodreads
Lucy Pireel on Amazon
Lucy Pireel’s Website
Google Link

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Red Gone Bad


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My lovely visit with the amazing Lucy Pireel.

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Yay! Today I have my dear friend and talented author Jo Robinson as featured author to talk about her books and whatever more she wishes to disclose.

Hi Jo! Nice to have you pop over to answer some questions I have for you. So let’s not waste anymore time, which is precious as it is with all the promotional things we need to do to get our work under the eyes of the general public.

First some questions to get in the mood though and then we’ll move on to the serious stuff. Okay?

Can you give me your best Whoop? Unless you have another one which works better for you?

Whoop dee doooo!!!  Or in as my UK friends would say, Jolly Dee!

Okay, sounds like a winner that one, but does it work all the time, even those times when the muse has gone and done a runner…

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