Monday, August 11, 2014

Please Welcome Brantwijn Serrah to Ivy B!

Hello Sweet Bees!

Today I am happy to have fellow Breathless Press author Brantwijn Serrah over here on Ivy B. Her book Goblin Fires is available to all of you via ebook, but if you prefer to hold a real life book that you can hug, and physically turn the pages of, and keep on your shelf than you'll be happy to hear that Goblin Fires is now available in paper back from Breathless Press!

So please welcome Brantwijn who is here today to talk to us about what inspired her to write Goblin Fires.



What Inspired
Goblin Fires?


Goblin Fires is a project that completely altered my perspective on "fan fiction" (the other huge factor in that was the end of How I Met Your Mother, but that's a different rant for another day). I have to be honest, before I realized the inspiration in this, I didn't understand fan fiction at all, and I certainly didn't appreciate it for what it could be for writers.


Anyone in the Dresden fandom will understand the instant inspiration I had for Goblin Fires. I put down Cold Days and my head was full of faeries and Knights and forbidden, sensual desire. The idea for a fae Guardian passionately devoted and helplessly smitted with his Lady simply took over my mind. (Dear Dresden fandom: yes, I ship the hell out of Hary and Molly. Just in case that wasn't obvious.)

I suppose, then, at its heart Goblin Fires began as a sort of fan fiction. In November of 2012 I went to a book signing and met Jim Butcher, one of my favorite authors. He was also the first full-time author to give me a shot of real encouragement like a slug of strong liquor. That in itself was wildly exciting, and I left that meeting ready to write. I didn't get my real inspiration, though, until two days later, when I finished Jim's new book, Cold Days (I'm actually ashamed it took me two days to finish, but I do have a day job, after all).

Quickly, though, my story wanted to be its own entity, and the characters wanted to be their own people. My Knight was a woman; my princess was a goblin. My fae world wanted to be its own distinct entity, with four courts, one for all the seasons, instead of the classic two. I know it all stemmed from the inspiration I drew from Butcher's work, but it started to take on its own shape very quickly.

Goblin Fires was incredibly fun to write, and I got immersed in folklore and fairy tales for days. I never really planned for it to be published in the end. My friends were excited for it, so I was writing it for them. My best friend occasionally asked me to video-chat her with a screen-share so she could read as I wrote. That's where the real bulk of my inspiration came from: my people, wanting to read it. Asking what happened next, feeling excited when a character came up whom I'd written specifically for them.


So those are the really inspired this book. The genuine encouragement of someone I admired, a terrific story that lit a fire in my brain, and the knowledge that my story was exciting others. I've always said the reason I wanted to be a writer was to share wonderful stories with others, and to know I had created something others would enjoy. Goblin Fires sort of surprised me when it turned into exactly that kind of book. I'm very excited for it, because the world of fae mythology is so rich and has so many layers, I already have ideas for three sequels—one for each remaining Fae Court. The next book will be Finn's story, and the one after that will belong to Talaith. The fourth one...well, we'll meet the protagonist for that one soon enough. Together, they're all going to come together to solve the mystery begun in Book One.

I'm so excited to share with my readers what happens!



Link to Book Trailer: http://tinyurl.com/obdpfem

Buy Links:

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Goblin Fires By Brantwijn Serrah

 Blurb:

From the moment she laid eyes on sweet Ceri, Reagan knew she would be lost forever. A Sidhe Royal, though, could never return such feelings for a War-Child...

As the daughter of the fae Goddess of War, Reagan was sworn into service to the Sidhe monarchies before she was born. Her contract forever binds her to the beautiful goblin princess Ceridwen. When an unseen enemy threatens the Fae Courts, Ceridwen is caught in the attack, and Reagan must fight to the ends of the earth to save her. But will this battle tear her away from her princess forever?

Excerpt:

I surprised her when I showed up without warning at her door; I hadn't called ahead. I'd barely recognized I meant to go there myself. When Talaith appeared in the doorway, though, one eyebrow cocked, I didn't offer any kind of explanation. I threw myself at her.

I kissed her, hard and desperate, wrapping my arms around her luscious frame. I pushed her backward into the entryway of her apartment and kicked the door shut behind me. She squeaked. She actually squeaked.

"My Lady Knight!" she huffed when I let her up for air. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"This?" I teased, and kissed her again. "This isn't pleasure, Majesty. What I'm about to do to you, that will be a pleasure."

"Mm," she chuckled, and then she returned the embrace, twining slender arms around me and sliding fingers into my tawny hair.

Though the sun had set less than an hour ago, it appeared as though Tala had already been settling in for the night. She wore an oversized blue nightshirt hanging carelessly off one shoulder, a pair of slim and shimmery satin boy shorts, and dark fleece socks. She held a mug of cocoa in one hand, holding it expertly away from the violent crush of my body against hers to keep from spilling it. I reached out and stole it from her, taking a long drink.

"Reagan!" she exclaimed. "You don't drink hot cocoa!"

"Tonight I do," I countered, and pressed her into another kiss, the sweet taste of creamy chocolate mingling on our lips. Tala of course had loaded her cocoa with the decadences of whipped cream and sprinkled chocolate shavings; the saccharine overdose made me wince. It hit me like a slug of strong alcohol, going down about as smooth. A quick, sleek burn kindled up through my limbs, bubbling all the way up to my head, and I slid both hands underneath her nightshirt to strip it up and off of her. The lace-and-satin bra underneath matched her panties. I nuzzled my face between her breasts and uttered an appreciative little sound of delight.

"Ridiculous creature!" she laughed, but arched against me all the same.

I came up to take the hot chocolate again, this time tipping it to her lips. She happily took a drink, and when I brought the mug away, a white trail of whipped cream marked her upper lip. I ducked in for another kiss and slowly licked it away—even the small bit of sweetness made me shiver. Her tongue met mine and we kissed over and over, tasting, sucking, and trading soft murmurs of pleasure. Each new kiss sent a pulsing, dizzy little thrill through me, and then the chocolate really started to kick in.

This is why I don't take sugar in my tea. All it takes is the littlest taste...

...and I'm smashed.

Vicious arousal caught fire in me. I tangled one hand in the pretty red hair at the base of Tala's skull, gripping tightly, while the other slipped down, under the cup of her bra, greedily caressing the warm, soft shape of her breast. I touched the tiny stiff peak of her nipple and squeezed it, teasing. Tala rewarded me with a quick, gasping giggle. I practically tore the nightshirt over her head and then the sheer designer bra as I fell upon her breasts with relish.

"The couch—"she managed, and she grabbed me by the shoulders to drag me to it. The room was dim, lit by the glow of the fire in her hearth. She tumbled backward onto the plush black leather and I followed, landing on top of her.

Author Bio:

They say you should never meet your heroes, but Brantwijn Serrah says otherwise. At a Los Angeles book signing in 2012, Brantwijn met one of her all-time favorite authors of urban fantasy, Jim Butcher, who couldn't have been kinder or more encouraging to her as an aspiring novelist herself. As it turned out, the book he signed for her that night gave her the first spark of inspiration for Goblin Fires, the story of a goblin Knight hopelessly in love with her princess.

When she isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours watching Futurama, Claymore or Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.

In addition to her novels, Brantwijn has had several stories published in anthologies by Breathless Press, including the 2013 Crimson Anthology and 2014 Ravaged Anthology. She's also had a short story published in the Cleiss Press Big Book of Orgasm and the anthology Coming Together Through The Storm. She hopes to have several more tales to tell as time goes on. She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog.

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Thanks for stopping by everyone and thanks to Brantwijn for coming to play on Ivy B!

 

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