Welcome to this week’s first Author Spotlight. Today, I’ve got the pleasure of introducing Lucy Pireel, a wonderful author who gets her best ideas while tied in a knot. How’s that? I’ll let Lucy explain.
So, we need to talk about me? What is there to say? What can I say, too much, and probably not enough. Let’s start at the very beginning.
I was born in Brasil, father a high ranking naval officer, mother a nice Jewish girl he met in the Netherlands when buying ships for the Brasilian navy.
Moved all over the world, you could say I have no home-country—boohoo, poor, little me, I belong nowhere, except there where my heart is—to land in the US.
Okay, nowadays I live in the UK, have a son who lives with his dad, not in the UK.
I love to bake, and cook, but not to eat that much. That is, when I’m not writing, or reading. But gardening is yet another thing I enjoy. It all started when our son said, “Mommy, do tomatoes grow in the store?” I just had to show him where veggies and fruit come from and of course taking him to a farmer wasn’t cutting it. Nooo, I had to start a vegetable garden on our land, but how to grow those delicate tropical things like eggplants and such? Right, enter a greenhouse, before I knew it I was growing 15 different types of tomatoes, three types of eggplants, 8 varieties of bell peppers and whatnot in the greenhouse, while outside there were more things growing and being eaten by little creatures that love fresh produce too. Since I vowed to grow everything organic, there was no poison entering our garden, so I ended up with loads of butterflies and no—or hardly any—crop, because caterpillars have a right to eat too. But that’s besides the point, we have a garden and my son knows fruit and vegetables grow on plants, bushes or trees.
You’d think with working in the garden my daily exercise time is covered, but nope. Yoga, keeps me bendy and sweaty all the time, every time and the best thing? I get the greatest ideas when tied in a knot.
My doggie? She’s a star! A Miniature Bull Terrier and funny as can be. I have done tests with her against Border Collies and German Shepherds. She actually won a medal there! I was so proud of her. I have a pic form her and her medal and from her and me taking the test. See? And then there was that time she needed to learn how to swim, but she has an abnormal disliking of water, except of course when she’s supposed to stay clean and not go into the sea, then water is oh so fun to splash around in, all proud when finding a half decayed fish. But back to the topic at hand, she needed to learn how to swim in deep water, we took her into the pool and held her. She splashed and panicked—as if we would let her drown, right—that didn’t work. I got a life jacket for her, strapped her in and tried again. It took a few days, but now she no longer runs away when we’re in the pool. She lies besides it and hangs her head over the edge to drink from that yummie chlorine water.
Whenever she feels a lack of attention, she’ll do something goofy and makes you laugh while you ought to, really should be firm and correct her, it’s just, she’s so cute and manipulative, you can’t help but smile and cuddle her. She’s obedient and naughty, in a funny way, and when I mean it she knows, cuts the jumping around and taking me for a ride and starts behaving like she’s never done anything she shouldn’t have. It saddens me not to have her and my son around me daily, but sometimes life takes you in a direction you couldn’t foresee and you just have to go with the flow.
You want to know even more about me? I mean, really? I’m not that interesting, honestly, I’m not! I’ve studied Law, but never tried a case, don’t tell a soul, but I have a thing with speaking in public, or rather against it. Have you ever had a swimming pool under your arms? Vocal cords that don’t work? A brain shutting down and not knowing how to form words or remember what and how and why. Why, did I ever agree to stand here and make an arse of myself? What am I supposed to say to these people? That kind of jitters make it impossible to stand in court and successfully try a case. So, I got time in prison, on the right side of the table, fraternising with the wrong side of society, to run back to the office and type up briefs and whatnot. Harass people for payment—I got pretty good at that. Pay, or pray!
But then! A near wonder occurred, I became a mom! Yay! No more working long hours, no more being tough and relentless, instead I got in touch with my soft side and love it still. First you only sing as a mom. I never used gaga, lala, baby language, as soon as those little eyes started to look a tiny bit intelligent, it was reading real stories to the little critter. The moment he talked, he asked for more stories, other stories not those he’d heard already, and I began making them up myself. And my first stories were created, pirates and mayhem. Hey! It’s a boy, he wanted more than just a happy end, things needed to happen.
From there the jump to darker tales was not hard to imagine and then combining traditional fairy tales with murder and mayhem was even more fun, and the first twisted fairy tale was born/conceived. It was a flash of Red Ridinghood, but not with a happy end. That wasn’t enough for me. More needed to happen, to more of those heroines and I wrote and wrote and rewrote and edited and polished and then hired a professional editor to get the last commas on their proper place and tighten up the lot. When a professional artist offered to create me a cover for this collection, I could no longer refuse to get into publishing. Resulting in my first self-published book Red Gone Bad, Fairy Tales or Not. Soon after the second followed and now Bound is out there. A BDSM novella starring an independent woman who loves to play games.
These days I create my own covers and learned how to edit, but still use a second and third pair of eyes before being confident enough to publish my work. I blog and feature other authors, because I know how difficult it is to get your work noticed in the vast sea of books out there. I try to keep up my reading and reviewing, also because we indies need reviews and such.
And that’s me in a nutshell.
Wow! Now I’m intrigued to find out more about the books! They are available at all online ebook sellers, but here are some quick links.
While working together, they become closer. When she dares to reveal her wishes, he only only asks her if she’s ready to say ‘please’. After she does, the games begin. But where will they end?
Little Red Riding Hood took matters in her own hands
And the miller’s daughter struck a flawed deal with Rumpelstiltsken
In these–and two more–twisted fairy tales there are no happy endings and you’ll find out those heroines are not what you might expect from them.
Parents, read them but let the children keep their dreams.
This is what some readers had to say:
“After the onslaught of erotica with bondage overtones where the woman unblinkingly signs away her sense of self, it’s refreshing to read a story where the woman jumps happily into the relationship with her eyes open and her thinking cap on. Limits are discussed and respected, knots are tied, and fun is had by all! The best part? The guy isn’t a jerk on a power trip. The relationship building between the two characters is enjoyable to watch because it is honest.”
“Be prepared to abandon any deep-seated notions you might hold about Little Red Riding Hood, Cinderella, Snow White, and the miller’s daughter from Rumpelstiltskin—Lucy Pireel’s stories are certain to make you view them all in a different light!”
“I was pleasantly surprised by the darkness of these fairytales. Often we think of Red Riding Hood, Snow White, Cinderella and others as victims. However, Lucy Pireel takes these characters and transforms them into the bad guys. Who can hate the Big Bad Wolf when Red is on her way to becoming a home wrecker? And what about Cinderella, who seeks out revenge on her father and sisters? Snow White is a drug dealer who seeks to return home, but is not welcome.”
Well, those reviews certainly got me. Must go now. Can’t keep talking all day long when there are stories to be Red. I mean read. Read. Don’t judge me! And wash your mind out with soap!
If you’d like to get in touch, you can find Lucy here: