I'm so excited to finally share with you today the final installment in the Lilly Frank trilogy, a project I've been working on for the last seven years. It's at once thrilling and terrifying to think I've completed Lilly and Torren's tale.
AWAKENING 3 RELEASE PARTY!
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- Add the book to your TBR list on Goodreads.
- Hop on over to Mari Wells's blog for several guests posts and Lilly Frank features, including: my vampire mythology, my thoughts on vampires, an interview with Lilly and Torren (conducted shortly after Awakening 2), and a review of Awakening 3.
- Hop over to Sione Aeschliman's blog to read an interview about why I write romance and erotica.
- Learn about the origins of the Lilly Frank series in this post.
- Read on below for an excerpt from Awakening 3.
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Nearly fifty years after the events of Awakening 2, Lilly decides to stop running away and returns to Italy only to find the threat of a vampire civil war growing. With the help of Beth, Carrie and Jamie, Lilly learns how to face her feelings about her tragic past and to accept that, whether Torren wants her or not, her heart wants him. But when she finds Torren in Rome, not only is he still with Vittoria, he doesn’t seem to remember Lilly at all.
Can Lilly convince Torren to leave Vittoria to be with her and help the Organization find a peaceful solution to the conflict, or will Vittoria and a vampire war come between Torren and Lilly and their happily ever after?
Length: 44,700 words (approx. 150 pgs)
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From beneath the calm surface of the sparkling blue Adriatic water, Lilly Frank’s dark head and smooth pale skin silently emerged. She sucked in a deep breath and her lungs stopped stinging; she’d stayed down for the full twenty-two minutes she’d learned was her body’s limit. The stark contrast between the chilly water and the afternoon sun beating down on her shoulders and neck sent goose bumps racing across her skin.
Water droplets sprayed in all directions as she shook her head. With one hand she removed the diving mask, and the other wiped the sheeting water back away from her eyes, which were calm but had a haunted look about them. She had hoped that the busy, multi-colored world below the surface and then the sting in her lungs would be enough to take her mind off the small, dense stone in her chest, but these strategies—like all the others she’d tried lately—had failed.
Her back to Susak Island, Lilly’s gaze swept the horizon to the north and then drifted westward, where she knew the shores of Italy lie drowning in the setting sun. Only recently had she realized that for the past three years she’d been circling closer and closer to Torren’s homeland, a place she hadn’t returned to since the night she was kidnapped and tortured. That night Torren was reunited with Vittoria, and Lilly had seen in his eyes a mystical wonder when Vittoria had called him a name unfamiliar to Lilly. That night he’d brought her back to life and Lilly had lost everything all over again.
The distant sound of a motorboat rescued her from dwelling on these thoughts. She listened for a moment and decided it was the afternoon patrol. Not wanting to be caught swimming in protected waters, she turned toward the island, realizing only then how far out she’d come. Swimming the several miles back to the island gave her the opportunity to push herself; she put all her energy and concentration on the strength and speed of her strokes and kicks and soon reached the base of the cliffs against which the seawater pushed.
Knowing that the patrol always gave half a kilometer clearance around the island, she swam underneath an overhang in the rock where she would be indistinguishable in the shadows even if they knew where to look for her with their binoculars. As she waited for the patrol to round the point and pass by her, she contemplated the heavy feeling that had followed her around and had become harder and harder to forget over the last several years.
The heaviness had been with her for as long as she could remember—even in her human life—but it had intensified after she’d risen from the stones of that dungeon cell and Torren had been too lost in Vittoria to notice as Lilly walked out the door. Over the years it had come and gone; she’d learned to leave it behind by keeping busy—focusing on her martial arts training, traveling, exploring continents and the limits of her new vampire body—but it had never hung on like this before. For the last eighteen months she’d lived like a hunted woman, moving every few weeks to a new place, looking for solace in others’ blood and beds, trying to substitute some other emotion for the ones that plagued her night and day. But she finally had to face the fact that none of that was working anymore. She needed a new plan.