Excerpt: Queen of the Dark , Vol. 4

•May 30, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Isabella’s energetic steps echoed off the bluish shimmering granite-walls. Her inner turmoil pulsated in the stone and it appeared to be throbbing–sometimes brighter, sometimes dimmer. Where was Darian? He was long overdue in reporting. She let out a scream of frustration that made the walls glow. It was only temporary relief because once again she immediately felt as if something didn’t go according to the plan. She hated nothing more than being out of control.

Darian had already failed miserably several times in trying to send that Leia woman into the eternal abyss. She had brought misfortune to all her sons, be it directly or indirectly. When Leia had the chance to devote herself to her youngest, sensitive son Yven, she had not taken it. As a caring mother she would have turned a blind eye, but Leia continued throwing herself around Morris’s neck, messing with her eldest’s mind. Those who didn’t want to listen had to bear the consequences.

Besides, everything else was also completely unacceptable. She was dissatisfied, unhappy and had imagined her existence here truly differently. Very differently.

Isabella thought that Sy would belong entirely to her when she took the last step. A great fallacy as it now turned out to be. He had given her a choice: redemption by taking on a new body eventually or to be with him for all eternity. Not hesitating for a moment she had voted for him. She was always faithful to her great and true love, the man without whom she couldn’t imagine life or death. Therefore she had planned on committing suicide and had ensured that she was alone in the Newport house that weekend. Her body had decomposed quickly in the heat and although Morris had felt a little suspicious, he nevertheless remained silent and theorized her passing had been due to a virus.

Furthermore, she abhorred the idea of having to start a new life. Isabella had loved her life. The only advantage in being dead was that she could choose her appearance, to be young and beautiful again, just as she had looked in her late twenties and not to age a single day. Regardless, what good did timeless beauty do for her when she was trapped in this dark prison where no one would see her anyway? How much she missed her extravagant gatherings, the parties, the sun, the sea, the light, the delights and it greatly pained her that Sy wasn’t with her. She longed for his touch and physical love with him.

Isabella had always known that she was not Sy’s only woman, but the sheer amount of his female followers from around the world was even beyond her grasp. As far as she knew, there were at least one hundred women here who had decided to live in the intermediate world, the realm of demons and the dead, to be near their lover, Sy. And every single one of them was of exceptional beauty and grace. So, she wasn’t even extraordinarily special anymore, which she had always thought of herself when living in the earthly realm. Isabella sobbed and wiped the dark tears from her cheek.

Alarmingly, the only thing halfway satisfying her currently was to bring death to others. She remembered something else, that bitch Lilith was running around completely out of control and rather than focusing on her task, she was absorbed in her own agenda. Isabella thought that she could control her; however, she became quite independent, which could be attributed due to the fact that her soul was inherently demonic in character and difficult to tame. She would have to punish her for her miserable failure.

There was a knock on the door and an Asian woman poked her head in. “Isabella?”


“My name is Manu. I wanted to ask if you feel like accompanying us on a hunt.”

Isabella stepped into one of the openings of her realm and looked down upon the creatures far below her, those who had to suffer their own torment day in and day out in order to find redemption one day. At least they would at some point be freed from this hell.

A few torchbearers passed through the gate looking for a couple of black souls for the upcoming hunt. She had never once attended this event since she initially found it tasteless, although boredom caused her to be intrigued. “I’m coming.” ….

copyright by Lilly M. Love


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Light of the Dark, Part V of the demons of dream Saga

•May 5, 2013 • Leave a Comment




Light of the Dark, VOL. V

Did you sleep well last night? Did you dream?

What happens when visions don’t remain visions?

What happens when a person asks too many questions?

What happens when a friend becomes an enemy?

After Leia stays too long in the world of the demons of dreams, it’s not only Morris that notices conflicting changes in her. Then there is Christine’s insidious plan for vengeance that will change his life from one day to the next, and his brother Yven, who suddenly starts acting more peculiar each time he sees him, which also creates additional headaches for Morris…

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3rd Riddle in April

•April 1, 2013 • 1 Comment

Sorry, I was so busy with my fifth book Light of the Dark  that´s why  the March Riddle did not take place.


But here we go: This time it´s a hangman riddle. And again you can win one of four books (your choice) of the Demon of Dreams series.

EASY!!! so start sending me letters! One by one!! sending them them to: lillym.love80@gmail.com or on Twitter

Someone gave me an A. E. N, T,

W h a t      h a p p e n s      w h e n       a        d e m o n       o f       d r e a m s        n o t

o n l y            s n e a k       i n t o       y o u r       d r e a m,

b u t       i n t o         y o u r         h e a r t ?


SOLVED. On Facebook you can see the winner.

I would love to hear your opinion

•March 24, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Yet, I am still insecure if I should merge part ONE and TWO. What do you think?

In an interview somebody asked me a good question:

1. Between your first two books, you switched perspectives (and target gender audience); what were some big differences writing for Leia or Mo? (correct me if I got anything wrong)

Writing for Leia was a lot of fun. It was the first time for me writing in first-person perspective and I really loved it. It flowed unbelievable. Sure, the style is automatically different, sometimes a little bit more cheeky than writing in the third person point of view Morris. You can say I wrote two different stories which sometimes meet in some scenes. And as many people said, it´s amazing, because it´s not boring at all.

Many times I thought to merge both books, but honestly it would destroy the mystery, which the first has.

2.Follow up: you said Prince of the Dark was more suited for men than Meet Me in the Dark; what makes you say that?

I got a nice review for the first book from a woman. She said. Awesome!!! Sex and the City meets fantasy…it´s all said with that, I think.

The first book has here and there some typical female problems in there, clothing, shoes, envy between women, falling in love quickly, being attracted by handsome men and weird dreams.

A lot of women deny not being attracted by physical beauty, they feel superficial. Sure, it´s not the most important thing, but … we should be honest, first of all one is attracted by the way a person looks like. Man or woman that doesn´t matter.

The second is written from the point of view of the demon of dreams Morris Eltringham and shows his problems with his addicted human wife, his job and his evil brother Payton. I think it clears up a lot of question from the first.

Okay, this is my personal opinion, but don´t forget an author often doesn´t see the forest for the trees. I know men thinking differently and some said…Noooo, I loved the first too.

To everyone who have read Part ONE and TWO…I would appreciate hearing from you what you think.


Excerpt: Voices of the Dark, VOLUME III

•March 23, 2013 • 1 Comment

I come home from a nighttime excursion with a few bruises and scrapes

Again, this seems all too familiar.

 It happens quite often that I’m not in my bed at night. I’m not sleepwalking, but travel with Sy. There’s nothing better than to be near him.

My mother starts asking stupid questions. Apparently she also listens at my door, which I always keep locked. Especially when Sy spoils me with his wonderful talent, I do not want any surprises or to be disturbed.

One day a strange man is sitting at our dining table trying to get information out of me. As it turns out, he is a priest. I cannot believe it. My mother thinks I’m possessed. That’s a hoot.

The entries for the next few days are missing. I rifle through the loose pages but they are of different dates. Her notes continue just about ten days later.

I am home once more. They have tortured me for one week trying to exorcize the devil or the demon that possessed me. In order to do this they have tied me down naked on the bed with my legs spread so that the devil had unhindered access. After this they waited and prayed. First there were three of them, then only two, and in between I always heard my mother’s shrill voice quoting what Sy had told me during our intimate hours. I hate her.

Four days later they alternated in shifts with their damn crossings of themselves and prayers. Every day and night. Then during the last night the unexpected happened. Since I was under constant observation and so exposed, I could only get a little bit of sleep and watched as the younger priest, who already eyed me strangely the entire time, suddenly pulls his robe over his head.

I can still see his grinning face above me, feel him squeezing my mouth shut with his sweaty hand and then he thrusts into me while citing Our Lord’s Prayer.


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Being one with the Universe

•February 27, 2013 • Leave a Comment

imagesWe sleep away a third of our lives, about 200,000 hours, providing that we don’t die prematurely. Sleep is an important part of our health. Who doesn’t sleep or dream becomes ill, so they say.

While we are asleep we pass through a door into another time, another dimension, into a different world where we are separated from everything earthly and one would almost like to assert that through this detachment we possess an altered intelligence. We are more farsighted and evolved because we allow things to happen that we deny and ignore in our conscious state of mind. Here, in our sleep, we encounter our own inabilities, our weaknesses, as well as our fears and have to face them.

The Greeks illustrated sleep and death through the brothers Hypnos and Thanatos and dreams of course through Oneiros. Demos Oneiros is the land of dreams. Accordingly, in Roman mythology, the Oneiroi are called Somnia.

The Greek poet, Ovid, also wrote in his important works of antiquity about the three brothers, Morpheus, Phobetor (also called, Ikelos) and Phantasos, who are the three dream demons, sons of the god of dreams. Morpheus is the most powerful amongst them and can transform into any desired shape and appears in dreams as a human being. His bed is made of ivory, located in a dark cave. In some mythical worlds he was additionally worshiped as the god of falling asleep. Ikelos (as he is called by the gods, Phobetor by the people), however, can turn into wild animals and roams like this through dreams, while Phantasos represents the soulless, water, stones and nature.

Now, the mighty god of dreams, ruler of all demons of dreams, has sired many, many sons that visit us in our dreams and thus some have hereby fallen in love with a mortal. The question is; what happened to the female offspring? That and much more, you will learn in “Light of the Dark”, the fifth sequel of the demons of dream saga.



From being published to self-publisher

•February 16, 2013 • 6 Comments

BooksYes, it´s a hard and an uneven path and yes it´s a lot more work. Not only the story, but the plot is now your responsibility alone, as well as paying for editing and a grammar check, unless you have smart friends that’ll do it for free. Then comes the cover design, which has to be professional, especially if you want a print version, the formatting of the book and chapters, converting it to an e-book and the right advertising, which is limited if you are not a millionaire.

Publishing four books sequently almost put me in the loony bin.  And there was a time I said to myself: Okay this time you underestimated the work and you will never write again, not one book.

Now, only one month later I think differently and the addiction is back. And… the most important thing is … there are a lot of angels out there. I already have a bunch of fans that are eager to know what´s going on with the Demons of Dreams saga, with Leia, with Yven and all the characters who are involved in the story. This support is un-repayable. Thank you so much. I won´t disappoint you.

I will come to a sensitive topic. Twitter.

First of all, I am a newcomer and had to learn to manage Twitter, which I never wanted to do. I am glad I did it because I really met a lot of wonderful people here. But what really annoyed me initially and still does is: I read every two seconds: Bestselling author: buy my book, buy my book, buy my book, buy my book, buy my book … OMG this sucks and for me, a reason I would never buy those books. NEVER EVER!

It casts a shadow on us, on us the self-publisher. It looks so desperate and completely selfish.

I wish authors would use more subtle ways to promote their books?  Sure, it´s hard for a self-publisher to get the attention of potential readers, but I´m sure you can do it differently.

Recently I bought a book from an Indie author to show my interest in him and his works. When I told him that I was reading it right now I got following answer: Great. You know where to find my others. Hm…Do you think I´m going to buy his other works??

It´s a give and take, not just take!! So help each other.

Speaking of that, I´m on the next topic. Book Bloggers.

With Amanda Hocking, book bloggers became famous. So I know every author tries to get their attention. I wrote to a minimum 30 bloggers asking for a review and got five answers. Amazing! Three Yes, two No.  Clear and short answers are fine for me. What´s not fine for me and utterly baffles me is that a lot of them act like celebrities. They cannot even give a writer a YES or NO answer.  It´s not too much to ask for a little respect, don´t you think. In my childhood I was taught to answer any question. And without the millions of storytellers they wouldn´t have anything to read or write about.

I am honest, I would even pay for their services, but under their holy shell they won´t accept money. Why not? They are spending their time reading books and writing a short essay about it. This takes time and time is money. This should be paid.  Don´t you agree?

I wanted to take this opportunity to mention some very special people here that I met during my journey on the Internet and say thank you for the reviews you made and the interviews you posted. THANK YOU! Also a special thanks to a few Blogger ladies that were extraordinarily kind and answered me!! You know who you are, right? THANK YOU!!!

Here are some links with interviews and reviews.


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