Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Viki Lyn author of Lover’s Trill.
Hi Viki, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
I’ve been writing M/M romance since 2009. I tried to go back to writing ‘straight’ romance, but my heart wasn’t in it.
Lover’s Trill is a previously published story. When Loose Id accepted the story for publication, I was thrilled. I’ve been with Loose Id since I first started writing m/m romances back in 2009. I had to make some changes to the story – make it longer so it came under their minimum word count. I added scenes and a new sex scene as well!
This is a story about a rock star and classical violinist who meet up in Vienna years later. They try for a second chance at love.
It’s a light romance with some serious moments. I set most of the story in Vienna, a city I had the chance to visit a few years ago. The city breathes music. I included a costume ball, which Vienna is known for their balls. I had so much fun writing this story. A short Christmas story featuring Leo and Andre will be published around the holidays under Loose Id’s Fling imprint. There’s also another band member that is crying out for romance. I’ll let the reader guess who. J
1) Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than any others? Love? Action? Romance? Tragedy?
Sex. That’s always a challenge. You want to make it hot enough but not get bogged down in the actual physical aspect. This can be tricky, especially sex between men: how to be realistic with satisfying the romance.
2) What do you think makes a good story?
Characters make a good story in a romance. If I don’t care for the characters then I usually don’t bother finishing the book. This is different when I read a mystery or other type of fiction that rely on the plot and the setting.
3) Do you hear from readers much? What do they say?
I’d love to hear from my readers. When they email me, it’s because the story really grabbed them and they want to know if there is a sequel. Or they want to know if a secondary character is getting their own story.
4) How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
Let’s see…oh, 13! Is this lucky or what? Now if you asked me how many WIPS I have started…
Favorite: This is difficult to choose. Usually it’s the current book I’m working on. But, I love Redemption –archangel’s Uri and Razi’s story is heartbreaking and romantic. Writing paranormal and developing unique and new worlds is cool. This story was fun to research, and I was able to add a scene that takes place at Isis Temple in Egypt. A temple I got the chance to visit.
5) What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
Art, teach creativity classes, travel, read, play RPG’s, coffeehouses, eat desserts, and visit with friends and family over a wonderful dinner.
Rocker Leo needs a break. From the band, roadies, everything related to his present life. Wandering the streets of Vienna, he chances upon a poster that just might change his life. Andre Revele, renowned violinist, and Leo’s ex-lover, is performing in the city. It’s been years since Leo slipped out of Andre’s life in the middle of the night, but he's never forgotten their passionate love of music and each other.
Andre’s shocked when Leo shows up backstage after his performance. Hell yes, he’s angry, but he can’t walk away. Against his better judgment, he invites Leo to his hotel for a drink. Not sure what he wants from Leo, he knows what his body wants right now. A night of passionate sex leads to another, until he’s lost his heart to Leo again.
When Andre finds his trust in Leo tested, Leo must prove his loyalty by using their one common passion – music – to bind their hearts.
Leo finished his cappuccino. He needed a break. From the band, roadies, everything related to his present life. He tried to ignore the constriction in his chest. He hadn’t written anything in months, and that scared the shit out of him. His bandmates were like his brothers, but as much as he loved them, it wasn’t the same as having a lover who completely got him. He had no one to turn to when in a funk.
He hoped to God he still had more words inside him. For all of his flamboyance on stage, his real love was composing.
Leo paid the check and left. Too wound up to go back to his hotel, he roamed the streets, taking in the Vienna night. Stars sparkled above St. Stephen’s gothic spire. The wide boulevards twisted into narrow lanes perfect for getting lost in.
Happy to wander aimlessly, Leo slipped his hands into his fleece-lined jacket. Living in LA, he’d forgotten how cold winter could be in other parts of the world. He turned the corner and sputtered to a halt. Staring at the poster pasted to the side of a building, he didn’t need to read the name of the virtuoso to know who it was. He could never forget that face in rapture—when playing or getting off. Music and sex had invoked the same feelings in Andre Revele. Passion was passion, and that man had always had both in spades.
Numbness swept across Leo as he stared at the picture of Andre caressing the bow in those slender-fingered hands—such artistic hands on a large man. It had been love at first sight—or at least lust—when Leo had walked into the practice room.
He could still remember a youthful Andre, not quite grown into his robust physique, as he played the last stanza of Bach’s Concerto in E. The violin’s notes had faded, but the music had remained in the air long after the performance was over. Bright green eyes peered through dark lashes, and sensual, pouty lips morphed into a shy smile. Like an idiot, Leo had been at a loss for words at Andre’s performance and enamored by that handsome face. Until Andre laughed, breaking the spell.
From that day forward, they were inseparable. They both had insatiable appetites for music. They stayed up all hours talking about philosophy and musical composition, and arguing what was better, thin-crust or thick-crust pizza. They played music together, fucked, and enjoyed the simple moments that composed their insular world.
He scanned the poster for the dates of the concerts. Tomorrow night was the last performance. Leo shuffled his feet, unable to move away. He bit his lip and traced the image of Andre. Did he dare go? It had to be fate. He’d been thinking of Andre, talking about the past with Sid, and now this.
His heartbeat quickened. What if he went backstage and Andre didn’t recognize him? Or brushed him aside? Leo had purposely avoided searching the Internet for news of Andre, too afraid that his ex had a lover, or worse, had married. Their lifestyles were miles apart, and Leo could never think of Andre as a friend.
He drank in Andre’s image. Tall and broodingly dark, Andre had the body of a jock and the sensitive heart of an artist. Leo preferred men unlike himself. He’d been a skinny kid, and had a difficult time gaining weight. If he’d been born years earlier, he would have been the perfect face for a glam rock band. At least he’d outgrown the term pretty boy or twink.
Leo chewed his lower lip as he studied Andre’s picture. Tempting as it was to see his ex again, visiting the past was a bad idea. This wasn’t the time, not when Leo was restless and bored. His heart couldn’t take a rejection from Andre. There were other men, lots of men, and he’d had his share of quite a few of them. With his schedule it had become impossible to form any long-term commitment. Or at least that was what he told himself.
A big, fat lie.
He’d never met anyone who made him feel the way he’d felt for the violinist.
Leo kissed his fingers and pressed them to Andre’s lips. “Good-bye, Princess.” Andre hated that pet name, but Leo loved using the endearment. Andre had been born into wealth and privilege, and his family had expected great things from him. “You proved them right, didn’t you?”
Before Leo changed his mind, he hurried away, dismissing the memories of a love lost to his ambition.
Meet Viki Lyn:
Multi-published and award winner, Viki Lyn is a successful writer of gay paranormal and contemporary romance. After reading and collecting whatever she could get her hands on, she wrote her first male/male romance. And that was ‘it’ for her. She never looked back. Viki travels the world in search of inspiration. She considers herself blessed to have traveled to many of the mystical sites she had dreamed about as a child. Her travel experiences have been influential in creating her paranormal worlds. When she needs to relax, she calls a friend to meet at their favorite coffee house. When the chattering in her head goes off the charts, she plays one of her favorite RPGs on her PS4 and immerses herself in the world of dragons and magic.