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Tuesday, 22 September 2015

BLURB BLITZ & #GIVEAWAY - Velvet Trap: Awakening Book 1 by Mael d’Armor

Velvet Trap: Awakening Book 1

by Mael d’Armor



Life's a beach, or about to become one, for newly-wed young Helen. Fresh out of uni, she is on her way to a private tropical island, on the Queensland coast, to sample its delights before her adorable husband can join her for their honeymoon.

Trouble is, her sultry hostess Selena had more than cute portraits in mind when she persuaded her to pose for the lens. Can Helen ignore the steamy fantasies which this blue-eyed Circe is fanning in her heart?

Confused by her own unexpected desires, the angel-faced bride is trying so hard to remember who she is, and where she came from. So hard. But sometimes, trying is just not good enough. Especially if a gorgeous sorceress wields the tempting hand.


Helen has not bothered to slip out of her clothes. Lying on a thick futon in the guest bungalow behind the main house, she is staring at the dark shape of a motionless ventilator on the ceiling. The mist in her mind has cleared slightly and the hiccups are gone, but she is still floating on clouds. Sleep is eluding her, though, kept at bay by a kaleidoscope of thoughts and impressions. The chopper ride to the island, the coral swim, the sunset watch on the deck, that rather unsettling conversation …
As if born of the night, muted strains of music begin to waft through her open window. She can’t make out the melody but recognises the soft sounds of a pan flute. Intrigued, she gets up gingerly in her darkened room and makes her way to the window. The music is coming from Selena’s bedroom across the lawn, where light is pulsing dimly through the gaping French doors. Candlelight probably, judging by the flickering glow.

A shape now, outlined against the glow. A woman’s shape, moving sensually in the half gloom, dancing it seems. Yes, dancing a slow, sinuous dance. Elbows raised high, hands holding back long strands of hair, hips gyrating. The body glides and flows in perfect unison to the tune, as though part of it.

Helen is puzzled by the performance. This is not your standard workout. A relaxation technique perhaps, before sleep? Whatever it is, she cannot take her eyes off the undulating silhouette. The dancer has moved to the right and stepped into the glow. Helen catches her breath, for Selena is stark naked, and the candlelight is fluttering across her hips and breasts. Luscious, curvaceous breasts, which sway gently to the rhythm of the flute.

Helen feels a twinge of guilt. She is intruding on a very private moment. What if she is seen? She is only metres away. How awkward. But that’s impossible. Her own bedroom is cast in complete darkness; there is no way her hostess could know she is here, peeping.

Her curiosity snuffs out her qualms and she watches on, with growing fascination. Selena has started spinning in slow motion as she rolls and sways. Like a golden extension to the notes, the candlelight is playing lascivious games with her curves, coaxing out of obscurity now the swell of a hip, now the crescent of a buttock.

Helen cannot make out her expression. The dancer’s face remains stubbornly plunged in darkness, screened by unruly locks of hair. No face then. Just a flowing shape, without identity. A tantalising shape. Helen is curiously bound to the aura of this lithe body. She had no idea the female figure could be so enticing, so mesmerising. She had always had an aesthetic appreciation of the beauty of her sex, of course, acquired, among other things, from her academic meanderings through European art, and gleaned also, more prosaically, from the countless health and fashion magazines she had pored over as a teenager.

But this – this is something else, although she is not sure exactly what is moving her. A longing, an attraction, oddly foreign to the pinpricks of jealousy she had felt before, when scrutinising the glossy, elongated and perniciously photoshopped bodies of the vapid models that spilled out of her monthlies. Not envy, then, but a bizarre captivation for this fluid silhouette. Is this the effect of the mist still drifting through her mind? Perhaps it is. She hopes it is. She does not know how long she has been standing there but, surprisingly, her heart aches with the pain of sudden loss when the music finally dies and Selena moves beyond the door frame.

Mael will be awarding an eCopy of Velvet Trap: Awakening Book 1 to 3 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Born in a cosy village in Brittany, France, Mael D’Armor has worked as an academic, cartoonist and young children’s author. He came to Australia in search of wide spaces and exciting life forms. For reasons as yet unclear to him, this prompted his move into fiction and his first, award-winning short story was published in 2012. He writes about the complexities of desire, frustration, hope, love and French kissing - though not always in that order.

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  1. Thanks so much for hosting Book 1 of the Awakening trilogy!

    Writing erotica is a brand new experience for me, and since I’ve had this interest in myths and legends from way back, I thought I’d try to weave the two strands together. An obvious place to start was the Greek stories, for pretty much everyone knows them – or knows something of them. And those tales are truly brimming with possibilities, as long as you don’t water them down for younger eyes or ears. Yep, they can score pretty high on the raunchy scale. Are often full of uncompromising stuff. Raw desire. Lust. Pure animal drive. You’ve got everything. Love, sex, treachery, more sex, retaliation, downfall. The Gods can be so unforgiving.

    Fortunately, I’m of a far more benign disposition, so my protagonists fare a lot better. And though I’ve thrown my heroine Helen in a very tight (and horny) spot here, I’m also a sucker for happy endings.

    But a word of caution: you won’t get to the happy bit in Velvet Trap, which is only the first stage of an elaborate scheme.

    In fact, some might feel the wheels of desire are turning a little slowly to start with. That there’s too much promise in the early chapters, and not enough gasping and mixing of bodily fluids. But that is just the nature of the beast. Sorceresses will not be hurried. They like to get to know their preys and patiently weave their sticky webs. In the dark. Without anyone noticing. Until it’s too late and you suddenly wake up to your enthrallment. And then the real fun starts. And you can’t help yourself. And you have to beg for more!

    I've been back in my native Brittany in Western France for a while and when I’m not lecturing, concocting new class material or enduring one of those interminable departmental meetings (triple sigh), I’m working at a new erotica novel. Which, I have to say, is a bit tricky sometimes with my daughter’s pet rats running all over my keyboard and making outrageous additions to the story. I think I’ll add a disclaimer when the time comes (“for any weird twists in the narrative and egregious character flaws, please blame the rats”).

    Anyway, this new novel starts in sunny Sydney and ends - where else? - deep in the heart of Celtic Brittany! There'll be romance, mystery, humour, thwarted love, a few muscular knights, a lot more legend and magic than in The Awakening, a sprinkling of suitably hot French phrases and – obviously – lots of very steamy scenes.

    The book should come out in a few months, curtesy of Harper Collins Australia again. In the meantime, I hope readers enjoy this little caper on a Queensland island.


  2. If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

    1. Fancy you should be asking that question. As it happens, I got a call from some of the big studio Boys earlier today and they are VERY interested in adapting the trilogy. OK, I’m getting a little ahead of myself here, but it never hurts to fantasize, right?

      As for the dream team, here goes:

      -1 Helen played by Jennifer Lawrence. You need someone young enough, fair-haired and reasonably innocent-looking, but with the potential to grow into someone strong – see Book 3 of the trilogy. Lawrence pretty much ticks all the boxes. A younger Rachel McAdams would have been a strong contender, possibly also the Australian actress Abbie Cornish, but they can no longer pass as someone in their early 20s.

      -2 Selena played by Scarlett Johanssen or – if she’s not available (she’s got a busy schedule) – Mila Kunis. The former is not exactly dark-haired, a prerequisite for the role, but hey, a little chemical sleight-of-hand et voilà! They’re both more or less the right age (Johanssen is 30 I think, Kunis in her early thirties) and can really turn on the charm. I don’t think they really have a Greek profile, but nobody’s perfect.

      As a bonus (i.e. casting the main male characters who appear in Books 2 and 3):

      -3 Karl: Ryan Gosling. Blond, the right age (mid-thirties), charming and good-looking without being too obviously playboy material. Also has some depth and the right amount of gravitas if needed; as a back-up: Jake Gyllenhaal (he’ll have to dye his hair).

      -4 Uli: my preference would go to British actor Henry Cavill. Dark-haired, falls in the obvious hunk category – you can see why Helen fell for him – and also the right age. Ian Somerhalder has the right look too but is a little on the short side and we can’t have Uli looking smaller than Karl (clever camera work can only compensate so much).

      Sorry about the delayed response btw. Been teaching all day today and couldn’t post before now.