Today’s guest is Carina Press author Lilly Cain. And guess what? She’s a Canuck, just like me! Woot! Since I suck at summing up bios, I stole this one directly from Lilly’s website:
Lilly Cain is a wild woman with a deep, throaty laugh and plunging necklines. She is a great lover of all things sensual—perfume, chocolate, silk! She never has to worry about finding a date or keeping a man in line. She keeps her blond hair long and curly, wears beautiful clothes and loves loud music. Lilly lives her private life in the pages of her books.
Lilly lives in Atlantic Canada, although she spent eight years in Bermuda, enjoying the heat and the pink sands. She returned to her homeland so she could see the changing of the seasons once again. When not writing she paints, swills coffee and vodka (but not together) and fights her writing pals for chocolate.
When not living up to her pen name, Lilly is a single mom who loves reading and writing, dabbling in art and loving and caring for her two daughters. She loves romance and the freedom erotic fantasy provides her imagination. She loves the chilling moments in her novels as much as the steaming hot interludes. Her stories are an escape and a release, and she hopes that they can give you that power, too.
Leah here: Okay, Lilly, I really need to get you together with Wylie Kinson — she’s another Canuck who lived in Bermuda for a long time too. Did you guys really miss the snow that much to trade in those pink sand beaches? Ooh, sorry, I’m supposed to be asking you questions about your writing, not your love affair with snow…All righty then. First question: Do you have any writing rituals?
Lilly: Unfortunately I tend to procrastinate. It’s a terrible writing habit. I’ll look at my emails, check Twitter and update Facebook, read my Yahoo loops, you name it. To combat this I have developed a technique that keeps me in line. I have a timer. So I park myself on my easy chair with my laptop (despite having a huge desk that only I am allowed to use, LOL) and turn on the timer for 30 min. And in the 30 min I have to write. Then I set it for 15 min. In that 15 min I need to get up and stretch, change the laundry, make a phone call OR check my email etc. Then it is back to another 30 min writing period. J Part of all of this is the fact that my cat joins me on these little timed events, whether it sits nearby for 30 min or follows me through the house. She knows when I am writing!
Leah: Wow, it sounds like you’re describing my day — I use the timer method too. Only way I can get anything accomplished. If “Alien Revealed” were made into a movie, who would you cast as the hero and heroine?
Lilly:: Hmmm. I have to say my mind immediately wanders to casting the hero. 😉 I am thinking Gerard Butler. He’s so HAWT! Except my hero, Major David Brown is a blond. A dark, short cropped spiked hair blond. So maybe Jude Law. Yum… And for the heroine, who cares? No, no just kidding. I really think that Natalie Portman would be cool. She looks fresh, has tons of talent and would probably enjoy the wicked tattoos and special effects.:)
Leah: (feeling silly asking this next question–Gerard Butler is inspiration enough) With your latest release, did you have any specific inspiration? Did you do anything to help keep you in their world – music or a movie or something?
Lilly:: Because there is a military background sort of similar to the Navy I watched NCIS, I also watched a lot of sci-fi re-runs for Stargate, Stargate Atlantis and especially Stargate Universe. I listened to a lot of rock music – powerful rockin’ tunes and ballads.
Leah: Now let’s talk a little more about you. What is something unusual that you do or have done that people normally don’t know or would be surprised to know about you?
Lilly:: I think when people first meet me they are surprised to find out a lot of things. Maybe it is the blonde hair, or the way I like to laugh, but people are honestly shocked when they find out that I write erotic romance. Of course they are also surprised to discover that I have taken Karate, survival training, basic firearm use, and currently take Kobujutsu – the study of ancient Japanese weaponry. Go figure. 😉
Leah: When you’re not writing, what do you like to do just to kick back and relax?
Lilly:: I love to beachcomb. I walk along the shores and find bits of glass, shell, wood, and sometimes I make things with the bits and pieces. It’s so peacefull – the walking, the finding, the making.
Leah: So where do you go from here? What have you got coming up in the future?
Lilly:: I am currently revising a dragon shape-shifter novella for Red Sage Publishing – schedule to release October 1, 2010. And I have a few things to offer Carina that just need a wee bit more tweaking!
Leah: Congratulations! and fingers crossed for you about the new subs to Carina. All right, here’s an easy question for you: Sweet or Spicy? (It’s up to you if I’m talking food or books)
Lilly:: I like both – in everything! I love lots of different foods – especially Indian food and Tex-Mex. But I am addicted to chocolate (but really now, who isn’t???) And It goes the same for music, art and choice of books – I like ‘em hot, but I also like them loving, no matter the level of heat!
Leah: And the all important one … tell us about *Alien Revealed*…
Inarrii agent Alinna Gaerrii was tasked with observing the Starforce base on Earth. Crash landing her observation pod onto the base was not part of her mission briefing. Neither was making m’ittar—mind contact—with Major David Brown, the human who discovered her amongst the wreckage.
David thinks she’s a psychologist sent to evaluate his Special Forces team, and Alinna goes along with his misconception, seizing the opportunity to observe humans up close. But their daily contact has unexpected side effects, and Alinna soon invades David’s dreams. Through their intimate mental connection she allows him to express his forbidden physical desires.
Alinna delights in the sensory exploration and grows excited by the prospect of a treaty with the humans and a potential life mate in David. But an attack from an unknown ship sends the base into chaos, and Alinna may be forced to reveal her lie, erasing all hope of a successful treaty, and driving David away forever…
I love this story! It’s a sci-fi erotic romance but it is more about the emotion than any kink. Which is, to me, more important anyway. Here’s an excerpt:
“Let’s go, then.” He let her step past him, then caught her gently by the elbow, swinging her around to face him.
“But, we’re not done with this.”
“We are, Major, if you want to see your pilots in space.”
She had him there. He needed her to conduct those tests, whether she was qualified to do so or not. As long as he didn’t reveal her true identity, or lack thereof, she could still give his team the green light to go. They deserved the chance to prove themselves in space and were the best option for the job.
He let go of her, although the urge to pull her closer and end the argument the way he really wanted to was strong. She had the control now, but he’d dearly like to take it back, take her in his arms and kiss her into submission. She’d ignored his offer for help last night, just like she was pushing him away now. She needed him but wouldn’t admit it, yet.
David led the way back into the building. Inside the base, there was no privacy. It was the Starforce way. Almost every conversation would be recorded somewhere. Alinna followed him slowly. He looked back at her as he reached the doorway. She limped slightly, each step appearing to inflict a flash of pain.
“Is the wound on your leg still bothering you?”
“Let’s just get to the lab, Major.”
“The medtechs said you were good to go.” He heard the accusation in his voice. Damn. He wanted to help her, but she was determined not to let him anywhere near, shaking her head at his concern.
“Fine.” He reached toward the side of the door to pass his secur-ident over the monitor, but she slammed into the door before he had a chance. He reached out to steady her, his shock mirroring hers.
“You aren’t okay.”
“It didn’t open.”
“No…” He stared at her. “This is a secure exit. You need a pass.” He showed her the chip in his wrist unit. He considered the quick way her eyes darted to his wrist and back to the door. The technology couldn’t be new to her; perhaps it was old? “Did you have something different?” He fished for information.
“Open the door, David.” She glared at him, clearly aware he was looking for more.
A flash of interest raced down David’s body. The way she said his name, tinted with desperation, was with the exact inflection as she’d used in his dream last night. Slowly he passed his wrist unit over the scanner. The door slid open, and she pushed inside, her limp disguised but still apparent to his watchful eyes.
He took his time as they walked to the lab. He didn’t want to rush for a couple of reasons. One, she really shouldn’t be walking if her leg hurt that much. Two, the sooner they were at the lab, the sooner she would start the psych tests. All the members of his team had to pass, or they wouldn’t get the sanction to begin the security mission to escort the new settlers. So he wouldn’t be alone with Alinna, wouldn’t find out more about what she was really doing. Wouldn’t get to stare at her hot body without someone in the team taking notice.
“Captain Branscombe to Major Brown.” David’s compad recorded the irritated sound of his second in command’s voice with perfection. “Requesting a secure line.”
David switched to the silent sub-vocal channel. “Brown here.”
“Well? Did you tell her we know she’s an imposter? What did she say?”
“She doesn’t admit to anything, but there’s something going on. She’s in trouble.”
“Great. Don’t tell me she looked at you with those big green eyes and, immediately, you knew she needed you.”
“I think you know you should stop right there.” Anger swelled in David’s chest, the taste of it bitter on his tongue.
“Report with officers Lee and Yancy to psychometrics lab three at ten hundred hours.”
“Yes, sir. One final note, sir.” Cynicism was one of Branscombe’s more annoying talents. “The You-fos are expected to arrive in two days’ time to investigate the findings on the crash site.”
“Let them. All we did was find the stuff. We’re going to live and let live, Captain. By then, the tests should be finished, and we’ll be waiting on our assignment.”
“I see. Branscombe out.” She still sounded annoyed, but he could tell she understood his intent—he was going to get the team through the psych evals, whether Alinna was a registered psychtech or not.
“You’ll be working from psychometrics lab three. It’s coded to your voice. They registered it at the medlab.” David stopped at the doorway to her new office. “Just speak your name into the scanner.”
“Thank you. Ten hundred hours sounds good to me, as well. Thank you for asking your captain and the others to attend at that time.”
Alinna didn’t look at him while she spoke, and he was grateful, for she would have glimpsed the confusion and shock on his face. How the hell did she hear me on a sub-vocal channel? She’s got to have some serious spy technology. His eyes roved over her body, concentrating on the ripeness of her breasts inside the demure uniform. He’d love to know where she could be hiding any spy gadgets.
“Dr. Janet MacPherson.” Alinna spoke the name into the scanner.
David shook his head. How could she have made it so far into the spy ranks if her voice shook when she uttered her alias? “Fine. Captain Branscombe and two others will be here today. I’ll report to you tomorrow with the rest of the team.” He turned away from her as she stepped into her office. The urge to stay with her was strong, but he wouldn’t be able to ignore it if she couldn’t operate within the lab. If she was clearly untrained, he’d have to report her.