Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Ivy B Giving You A Preview of The Fifth Story

Hello my lovely bees

Today is very special. Today I'm giving you a little taste of The Fifth Story...which of course comes out on September 7/2012 with Breathless Press. So without further ado...

A little Overview

Every day we encounter doors. Some of these doors are open to us and some of them are closed, but when we pass through any door, a different truth or mystery lies beyond the threshold.
The night Bryn is pulled into a world of her own stories by a shadowy being, her reality is changed forever. Souls and danger, hauntingly beautiful witches, sexy and dangerous vampires, a soldier with a dying wish; she knows that each door leads to a story and to outcomes she can't control, but in order to return home, Bryn must complete a set of tasks for the enigmatic and strangely sensual Darkness.
With four stories to enter, four items to retrieve, Bryn takes part in plot points so out of character that she almost loses herself in the tales she's written. More than once she questions her sanity and curses herself for creating such perilous realities, but she always remains focused on her goal; the creation of the fifth story.
 Excerpt from The Fifth Story By Ivy Bateman
The witch Melusine was still engulfed in green flames, she was still cackling madly, but her back was now to the door. Coran was huddled near the back wall with Katie, the two of them watching the mad scene in horror. Suddenly, Katie tore herself from Coran's grasp and ran to the pyre. She stared with eyes filled with desperation and lust at the creature in the middle of the inferno.
Melusine reached out a hand to Katie and pulled her into the flames. Coran jumped to his feet, yelling madly for Melusine to let Katie go. With a final hysterical wail, the fire rose to the ceiling of the stone room, hiding both women from view. It licked at the wooden beams, threatening to set them ablaze. Coran yelled once more for Melusine to stop, to end the vendetta against him, but with a suddenness that caused Coran to gasp in shock and disbelief, the fire went out. The women were gone and Coran was left alone in the room with nothing but the scent of burning wood and his heat of his hot tears.
Bryn backed out of the room. She loved Coran and didn't like to see him cry. He was as handsome in her real story as he'd been on paper. She was pleased.
If I recall correctly, that scene is merely the end of a chapter…not the end of the story.
"Oh no, it's not the end at all," Bryn scoffed, "You really didn't think that the bad guy would get away, do you?"
They do in some stories…
Darkness spoke as if he had direct experience with such a situation. Bryn just laughed, a little uncomfortably and moved to another door, the second one on the left.
The first thing she noticed about this story was the smell of it. A pleasant scent of horses and hay drifted to meet her in the cold hallway. She stepped in quietly and entered the stable. She knew immediately which one of her stories she had entered because of the setting. She was entering her love story about the affair between Anthony and Cara, and if she'd guessed correctly, she and Darkness were about to walk in on a particularly intimate moment. Bryn headed further into the warm stables.
Oil lamps lit the passage way. A few horses were present, but Bryn knew she'd written no one else in the stable at this time in the story except for Anthony and Cara. Which stall were they in again? She heard rustling and soft moaning near the end of the row. Darkness was trailing behind her. She could feel him on the small of her back pushing slightly and with what seemed to be excitement. How familiar was he with this story of hers? Did he know what they were about to witness?
Bryn reached the last stall and found them, entwined in passion in the straw on the floor. Caraˈs head was thrown back in ecstasy as she ran her hands through Anthony's thick black hair. Anthony had his face hidden in the heat between Cara's soft white thighs. He moaned with pleasure as Caraˈs left foot gently caressed his manhood. He was always a soldier though, even during their lovemaking. His gleaming, silver sword lay beside him at the ready, should danger show itself or his duties call. But, he wouldn't need it on this night, not during this chapter. Bryn decided to leave her lovers alone. They had so little time together, after all. She turned away, feeling flushed and a little bashful, and headed back to the door. Darkness followed quickly and seemed to whisper in her ear.
Was it as good to write that steamy scene as it was to watch, my dirty little Bryn?
"Writing an erotic scene is always very rewarding, Darkness. Did you enjoy that? Are you sorry to leave such an intimate moment in my story?" She laughed in spite of herself.
Not at all. It is lovely witnessing all that you are capable of writing.
She felt Darkness pressing against her side. He grazed the edge of her breasts, hissing softly in her ear. Bryn smiled shyly, and gently shook him away. She headed out of the warmth of the stable and into the coldness of the dim hall. She had only one door—or one story, rather—to go, and didn't want to get side tracked.
She went through the catalog of stories in her mind. Which of her worlds was waiting behind the last door? Was it going to be—oh dear, yes, it probably was. She gulped. Bryn wasn't sure she was ready to see this one brought to life. She walked up to the second door on the right, turned the knob and opened it reluctantly.
"NOOOOO! You bastards! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" were the words that greeted Bryn's ears as she and Darkness slipped into an even darker passage way then the one they had just left. Bryn stood near the door, shaking her head. Yes, this was the one she suspected it would be.
Are you all right, dear Bryn? Disturbed by your own writing?
"Yes, I suppose I am," she said with a bit of resignation.
It is an angry tale with an odd premise, full of violence and sex…full of…Darkness paused.
"Space vampires…yes, yes, I know," Bryn stammered, feeling a little embarrassed.
It is not a typical story for you to write as far as I can tell…what possessed you to spin a yarn such as this?
"It was just a phase," Bryn said quickly. "I was trying a different genre."
I have a feeling there is more to it than that.
"It's none of your business why I wrote it!" Bryn yelled, feeling as though she was on trial.
Keep your voice down, my sweet. I've a feeling drawing attention to yourself in this story of yours would be a very bad idea.
As they talked, the torture in the room beyond continued. Bryn knew very well what was going on in the room at the end of the hall, and she considered not witnessing the events the poor heroine was being subjected to, but decided that she should see it. After all, she'd written it and seen it in her mind's eye. How bad could the live version be?

That's all for now my Sweet Bees. I hope you enjoyed it and that sneak peak has wet your interests enough to want to purchase the whole story, The Fifth Story, on September 7th, 2012.

Until next time,
Ivy B promoting


Miranda Stowe said...

Oh my goodness, WOW! The Fifth Story is nothing like what I thought it'd be about, though I wasn't too sure what I WAS expecting. Now, I'm kind of pictureing a Never-Ending-Story kind of adventure.

I LOVED your excerpt!! This sound so unique and original. Now I really can't wait until 9/7! Thanks for finally posting it:)

Ivy Bateman said...

Thank-you very much Miranda! I hope other readers feel the same as you!

Mary Corrales said...

That was an impressive excerpt. I agree with Miranda, and can see myself reading this story all in one sitting.Your creativity is amazing, Ivy.

Linda Kage said...

I DID read this story in one sitting!!! Well, almost. Had to force a toddler to sit on the potty once or twice, throw a hot dog in the microwave for her supper, and put the kid to bed when she got too whiny. But those were pretty much the only interruptions! It really is a GREAT Book!!

Ivy Bateman said...

"Blush" Thank-you to you both! And Linda you make me laugh! :)