a look at Katherine Wyvern & ‘A Muse to Live For’ @KatherineWyvern @evernightpub #historical #transgender #romance

Let’s all give a warm welcome to the wonderfully talented, Katherine Wyvern! Want to know what I mean? Be sure to visit her on Instagram via the link below. Thanks for joining us here today with your story, A Muse to Live For, Katherine!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* I have entered that age when looking at beautiful male models in their prime makes me a cougar, ahem.
* Almost all my heroines are short: that’s because I look at the world from hobbit level. Being so small I am three times more concentrated (read: obsessive) than anybody I know. I am exhaustingly creative in writing, arts, crafts… Sometimes my brain gets friction burns from hurtling at such speed from one universe to the next.
* I love animals, plants, and occasionally even people.
* Like the Highlander I come from a lot of different places. I was born in Italy but lived here and there and consider myself simply and deeply European. I love Europe passionately, its antiquity, its diversity, its quirkiness. All my books are set in Europe, or alternate versions of it.
* I have been writing since I can remember.

Find Katherine Wyvern here…
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A look into…

~ Behind the Scene ~

* Hello, and thank you so much for hosting me and my new release, A Muse to Live For.
* A Muse to Live For is the third instalment in my loosely interconnected “transgender trilogy”, which includes also Woman as a Foreign Language and Spice & Vanilla. While WaaFL and S&V are very obviously connected (they have two characters in common), the threads connection Spice to Muse are much subtler, so much so that I consider it almost a game with my readers to find them.
* Unlike the other two books, which are Contemporary Romance, Muse takes a plunge back into the past and is set in the 1880s.
* This is part of why it took me so long to write it (almost a year, on and off). Much as I am familiar with Victorian England from having read so much Dickens, and Conan Doyle, and the Brontë sisters, and a number of other books written or set in that period, whenever one begins to write, one discovers how many details they are still missing. How much did a shave cost? How did you ride a cab? Where would a poor Irish immigrant likely live? How do you wear a bustle dress? How do you fix one if it’s worn?
* It became so fascinating to research all these things (and much more) that I spent more time in Victorian London than I had ever intended, and once more, a short story became a novel (story of my life).
* The main reason for choosing a period setting however was not the fancy costumes and moody atmosphere, but a desire to write a story about an artist of that amazing period, when the Pre Raphaelites, the Symbolists and the Impressionists were changing the face of art, and to write a transgender character before transgender became a thing, before there were any labels or any sense of belonging to a group.
* It is the deepest trip I ever took into the emotions of any two characters, through obsession, depression, love and wonderful fulfilment, and both characters have some autobiographic relevance to me. It’s my favorite story to date.

~ Blurb ~

* London, 1884
* An artist lives to create. When Nathaniel’s urge to paint died, so did his will to live.
* Until the night he meets Gabrielle.
* Gabrielle may be just a poor prostitute, but she has the beauty of a Pre-Raphaelite stunner and the otherworldly aura of a fallen angel. She also has a secret. Gabrielle is Gabriel, and when Gabriel’s dark past comes knocking and Gabrielle must abandon her new career as an artist’s model, Nathaniel’s whole world comes crashing down again.
* Better to die than living without her love, and the breathtaking creative drive she brought him. But it’s dead easy to die for a woman. Any fool can die for love. To live for it, that takes altogether more courage, doggedness, and imagination.
Be Warned: transgender romance, queer romance, cross-dressing, m/m sex, anal sex, rape

~ Excerpt ~

* I am not sure how to touch Nathaniel. I want him to kiss me again, I want him to hold me, I want him to look at me that way he does in his studio, when he watches every line of my body and sees a woman. And at the same time, I wish he would see me for what I am, all that I am, once and for all, so I don’t have to hide anymore.
* So I shed my jacket, and the blouse underneath. I shiver a little in the cold when my arms are bared, and he runs his warm palms on my goosebumps, soothing them.
* Then I stand to unbutton my skirts and petticoat, and untie my bustle, and I let it all swish down around my knees, and I stand here naked, in my small chemise, and stockings and corset, and my boots.
* I am still silk-skinned and woman shaped.
* Except for that one thing.
* I steal a glance at his face—I can hardly bear to look at his eyes, standing here so naked—thinking he will wince, or frown. Or scream, what do you know. You can never tell, with a sensitive artistic temperament.
* But he does none of these things.
* Instead he goes to his knees on the floor, like a man about to propose in some play, and with a sort of mute reverence he strokes my thighs and my buttocks, and the back of my knees, through the stockings. When he lays a kiss and then his forehead on the hard of my hip, where the bone pokes sharply under my skin, I put my hands on his crazy hair, and hold him there, and with the barest, lightest touch of his fingertips he caresses the front of my corset, on my belly, and then down, down.
* And to my acute embarrassment, the damn thing shivers to his touch, stiffening, rising.
* Well. He has certainly seen me, now. He really has.
* He is not screaming.
* I pull him to his feet and I step out of my puddled skirts, and gently I undress him. Jacket and shirt and trousers and drawers, socks, everything.
* He is as tall as I am, which I had never noticed, because he always stands with his head bent and his shoulders slumped. He’s not muscular, but there is no fat on him either. He has well-built bones under his lumpy clothes—he badly needs a good tailor—and he would be rather handsome if he held himself straight, with his chin up, and didn’t look so much at odds with himself. He’s pale, but not as pale as I am, and there is just the merest spray of hair on his chest.
* I caress his skin all over as I undress him, and he looks transfixed, as if it had never occurred to him that it takes two to dance this dance. Perhaps he thought I’d make him spend the night on his knees adoring me.
* The heat of his skin is like a deep current, and it draws me to him.
* We stand here mute, the only sounds the drumming of the rain and the swish of falling clothes, and gently kissing lips.
* When I push him to lie on the bed, I have a moment of dread that he might want to do that to me. I cannot have it. I will not be taken that way ever again.
* I’ll make my living giving blowjobs for the rest of my days, I guess.
* But I am not afraid of him. I do not believe he’d be capable of hurting a fly, let alone me.
* “So, do you fancy that blowjob, finally?” I whisper in his ear, smiling, but he holds me close, too close for me to slide down along his body.
* “I love you,” he whispers, his lips on my ear, so that words are made into a caress, “I love you, I love you.”
* “Hush,” I whisper back, bearing down on him, grinding my cock on his. “Don’t say such things. It cannot be. It can’t.”
* “This night, this once, please, let me say it. I love you, I love you, I love you.” His body rises to meet mine, and I feel those tears spilling now, with joy, and grief, and pity. Pity for him, for me, for both of us, lost in this narrow garret under the drumming rain, orphans in this storm, desperately naked in this terrible iron city.
* “Only this once, then,” I whisper. “Tomorrow, you must forget.”
* And before he can answer or kiss me again, I slip out of his arms, and down, along his chest and belly, so he cannot see me cry.
* I have pleasured so many men this way, but never one I loved, and maybe it’s the same thing, and yet it’s something altogether different. He’s all silk and warmth and heaving life and fire pulsing, and his flesh matters to mine, so that my whole body loves his.
* “You—don’t—have—to do this,” he whispers at first, but then he surrenders finally, and lets the pleasure take him.
* I told him, the first time we met, that I’d do him for free. Who would have guessed, then, that I would end up doing him for love?
* And I don’t know if he’s a virgin—but he is indeed quick. His cock grows even tauter on my tongue, and he breathes in short, hard gasps a few times. When his body arches and heaves and his hand fumbles at my cheek, I hold him, and hold him, and hold him… He comes with a broken moan, hotly. I swallow it all.
* On the street I never do. But here, now, with him, I could not bring myself to spit.

Buy A Muse to Live For here…
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Thank you for joining us here today, Katherine Wyvern! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

a look at Katherine Wyvern & ‘Woman as a Foreign Language’ @evernightpub #Romance #Transgender

Today we have author Katherine Wyvern visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Katherine is a gipsy soul who lived in Italy, Norway, Germany, France and Spain but mostly in some private universe of her own.
* She still lives a half wild life among the woods and castles of the Dordogne in South West France, together with her husband, cats, horses, ducks and dog.
* She’s worked as a printer, a welder and a gardener, and she’s been writing since she can remember, mostly poetry, fantasy and erotica, sometimes mixed together in weird ways.
* Nowadays, when not busy with walking, horse-whispering or dream-weaving, she is usually painting, embroidering or working her backbone off in the garden.

Find Katherine Wyvern here…
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A look into…

~ Background ~

* Thank you so much for having me on your blog today to talk about my latest release, Woman as a Foreign Language. WaaFL came out last September, and has had some really wonderful reviews since then.
* This is the story of a man who is very good at being a woman, and a girl who doesn’t know how to do it at all.
* Julia/n is an incredibly “talented” MtoF cross-dresser and Nina is an almost incurable tomboy. They are in fact almost complementary.
* I have always had an interest in transgender characters (there was one, Helenay, in my debut novel and its sequel, Black Carnival and White Sands). Nina is a pretty autobiographic character, but Julia/n came about rather suddenly after I watched “The Danish Girl” last spring. I was completely and ridiculously awe-struck by the grace, beauty and dignity with which Eddie Redmayne switched from male to female and back again, and I immediately conceived the idea of writing a character like that. Not a transwoman, like Lili Elbe in the movie, but a truly gender-fluid person, able to be relatively comfortable both as a man and a woman.
* The idea was simple enough. Putting it in a book however did require some research. There were so many things to learn about the mechanics of MtoF crossdressing, the mindset behind it, and the experiences that go with it. I read a lot of material on the subject, and was privileged by the friendship and confidence of people who answered the most mindboggling-ly embarrassing questions with fantastic humour and generosity. There is nothing like an email exchange of several thousand words about the fine points of tucking to colour the day with a fine sense of the surreal.
* I became so attached to these characters, that once I was done with the book I realized I still had a lot to say on the topic. All this spill-over turned into Spice and Vanilla, WaaFL darker, naughtier, whip-and-leather sister (but as the title suggests, also a sweet story), which will be published in May. It’s not WaaFL’s sequel, but it treats similar themes, and Julia/n and Nina both make a brief appearance. Stay tuned!
* Woman as a Foreign Language was Runner-Up for Best Contemporary story in the Evernight Readers’ Choice Awards, and is available on the Evernight site at a 25% discount with the coupon code WINNER2017. It was also an Editor’s Pick!
* From the Reviews:
* “…erotic and romantic; and painful and funny…”
* “…the great reading surprise of the year…”
* “…a true, master story teller…”
* “…beautifully written and heart wrenching…”
* “…It’s literary fiction in the play of words while being a sensual romance with spark.”
* “…I absolutely loved this book. The writing is beautiful, the language perfectly suited to each point-of-view, and the characters wonderfully damaged. At its core, Wyvern twists the usual gender/genre expectations…”
* “…Nina is a young woman whose abusive childhood has made her afraid to fully own her femininity. And Julia and Julian are two souls in one body—or perhaps they are the same soul, just reflected in different ways. At first Nina’s attraction to Julia—Julian dressed en femme—seems like a adolescent girl-crush. But then it deepens into love, with some of the most gracefully written and heartfelt erotic scenes I have ever read.”

~ Blurb ~

* What do you do when the woman you want to be … is a man?
* Nina’s abusive childhood left her feeling so vulnerable when wearing anything flimsier than combat boots that she has spent her whole adult life dressed like a gang boy. But when she meets the tall, glamourous, charismatic Julia (actually her cross-dressing neighbor, Julian, going out en femme), Nina is seized by an overwhelming and terrifying urge to finally express her own femininity.
* Julia/n has not only a slightly split personality but also a thoroughly broken heart. What s/he wants most is a partner who will love both Julia and Julian. While Nina learns from Julia how to be a woman, Julian discovers that they might well be made for each other, but it will take a struggle against prejudice and a whole conservative mind-set before they can follow their hearts, and express their true, unique, and beautiful selves.
Be Warned: LGBTQ, Gender-Queer

~ Excerpt ~

For an Excerpt, visit the Buy Links below or HERE for an Exclusive Excerpt.

Buy Woman as a Foreign Language here…
Amazon | Evernight Publishing

Thank you for joining us here today, Katherine Wyvern! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

a look at ‘Woman as a Foreign Language’ by @KatherineWyvern @evernightpub #LGBTQ

Today we have author Katherine Wyvern visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Katherine is a gipsy soul who lived in Italy, Norway, Germany, France and Spain but mostly in some private universe of her own.
* She still lives a half wild life among the woods and castles of the Dordogne in South West France, together with her husband, cats, horses, ducks and dog.
* She’s worked as a printer, a welder and a gardener, and she’s been writing since she can remember, mostly poetry, fantasy and erotica, sometimes mixed together in weird ways.
* Nowadays, when not busy with walking, horse-whispering or dream-weaving, she is usually painting, embroidering or working her backbone off in the garden.

Find Katherine Wyvern here…
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A look into…

* Thank you for having me on your blog today to talk about my new book Woman as a Foreign Language.
* This is the strange love story between a girl who is incapable of expressing her feminine side and a man who on the contrary is really good at it.
* There are more than a few autobiographical elements in the book, so that writing it was sometimes painful and sometimes exhilarating, and in the end, certainly cathartic!
* Unlike my other books, which have usually expansive Sci-Fi or Fantasy settings, this is a very intimate love story, mostly set indoors in a gritty contemporary town. Without the trimmings of fancy world building the focus is entirely on these two unique, compelling characters, and this is without exception the most beautiful love story I have ever written.
* I hope you will give it a go and enjoy it as much as I do!

~ Blurb ~

* What do you do when the woman you want to be … is a man?
* Nina’s abusive childhood left her feeling so vulnerable when wearing anything flimsier than combat boots that she has spent her whole adult life dressed like a gang boy. But when she meets the tall, glamourous, charismatic Julia (actually her cross-dressing neighbor, Julian, going out en femme), Nina is seized by an overwhelming and terrifying urge to finally express her own femininity.
* Julia/n has not only a slightly split personality but also a thoroughly broken heart. What s/he wants most is a partner who will love both Julia and Julian. While Nina learns from Julia how to be a woman, Julian discovers that they might well be made for each other, but it will take a struggle against prejudice and a whole conservative mind-set before they can follow their hearts, and express their true, unique, and beautiful selves.

~ Excerpt ~

* “Well, are we going out this evening or what?” asked Julia, seeing Nina sitting down still naked on the bed.
* “Oh, it will take me two minutes to get ready,” said Nina, smiling up at her. “I am not such a woman as you,” she added, grinning impishly.
* “Oh, indeed?” said Julia, and pinched her nose in passing, then went to the wardrobe to fish out some stockings, a pocket bra and breast forms. Boobs were invariably the first thing. She liked her body well enough, as a man or a woman, except for that flat chest. A girl should have tits, and a boy should have some muscle at least, but somehow, she had failed to achieve either. The sweet, soft, bouncy weight of the breast forms immediately made her feel better about herself. Stockings were always the next thing. Her legs were as smooth as silk in any case, but the sleek feel of stockings on them was almost an aphrodisiac. Time was, long ago, when she was much, much younger, when just wearing a pair of stockings would give her a hard-on. She was not such a green horn anymore, luckily, because the last thing she needed right now was an erection.
* She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and pulled on her gaff half the way. She gently maneuvered her testicles back up to where they were before they dropped (if only they had stayed there, she thought despondently, and not for the first time), then gave her empty scrotum a slight twist and pushed it down and back towards her buttocks. She was on the point of tucking her penis down and under the same way (if she laid them side by side, they looked every bit like labia through her gaff … et voilà, instant pussy… more or less), when she caught sight of Nina’s eyes. Nina was still sitting on the bed, still naked, and gazing at her with those gorgeous gipsy eyes, studying everything Julia did and every inch of her body. Julia threw a look at her own lean, white figure in the mirror. She was standing with a hand between her legs and her gaff askew, half way between her knees and her hips, which felt somewhat less than graceful and dignified, and she wondered what Nina was seeing that was so entrancing.
* “What?” she asked, smiling.
* “Nothing. I did wonder where they went, when … you know.”
* Julia grinned. “They don’t go very far, worry not.”
* Nina stretched herself long, like a happy cat, still gazing hungrily at her, eating her with her eyes.
* And suddenly Julia stiffened. “Oh dear,” she said.
* “What?” asked Nina, in a somewhat comical echo of what Julia had said less than a minute earlier.
* “Er … ahem. Stop looking at me. Just don’t. I can’t tuck it with a hard-on!”
* Nina covered her face with her hands, vainly trying to suppress a fit of laughter. “I didn’t do anything. I didn’t!”
* Julia was laughing too by now. It was hopeless. She let the whole lot hang out again and took two short steps to the bed (the gaff half-way up made it impossible to step out properly). She kneeled on the bed and started tickling Nina’s feet, the back of her knees and her sides.
* “I didn’t do anything, I didn’t,” Nina repeated, between peals of laughter.
* “Ah, but you were thinking, don’t deny that you were thinking.”
* “Ok, ok, maybe I was, a little bit, please stop, stop, please!” Nina turned on her side, and curled up in a tight ball, still shaking with laughter. Julia stopped tickling her and pushed her on her belly, wiggled out of the gaff, then straddled Nina’s small buttocks and leaned down to nuzzle her neck and the back of her head.
* “What were you thinking, you imp? Mh? What were you thinking?”
* She bit gently into Nina’s earlobe and kissed her cheek. Nina smiled beatifically.
* “That you are an elf, an angel, a goddess.”
* “A female-female she-goddess? Really, with all this embarrassment hanging out all over the place like this?”
* She let her cock and her smooth, smooth balls brush Nina’s buttocks, smiled and kissed her again.
* “Always. You will always be a goddess to me,” murmured Nina, drinking in the kisses, her eyes closed. Her hand searched for Julia’s hand, their fingers wove together of their own accord, and Nina drew the hand closer to kiss Julia’s fingertips one by one, adoringly. Julia smiled and pressed her breasts down on Nina’s back, rubbing them gently on her shoulder blades.
* She kissed Nina again and again, on her temple, cheek, eyelid, nose, the corner of her mouth. She was so precious. Sleek, small-boned, but fierce and sharp, like a bird of prey, hooded and caged, but never quite tamed. And I have set you free, and you chose to fly to me.
* “I love you. Darling,” she whispered in her ear, in her huskiest, deepest voice, and Nina shuddered all over while her spine gave a twist, as Julia knew it would. Nina turned under her, to hug her and draw her body down. Julia moved her knees within Nina’s legs, and just like that, without any difficulty, her untimely erection found a place to go.
* So wet. How can you become so wet just by looking at me? What do you see that nobody else ever saw? What do you see that even I don’t see? Julia sank her face in Nina’s neck, to kiss her, bite her, whisper in her ear, yes, oh yes, whisper and murmur and cajole, until my voice will make you melt, my love, my love, my love.
(You can also find an exclusive excerpt on my website, HERE. And of course you can download the beginning of the story for free from Amazon!

Buy Woman as a Foreign Language here…
Amazon | Evernight Publishing

Thank you for joining us here today, Katherine Wyvern! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.