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Black Waltz by Yoshiyuki Ly Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Contemporary Fantasy Romance
a Black Waltz—a magical ballet dancer—Stella Azrith appears to
all as a composed, no-nonsense sorceress of notable talent. Yet she
is deeply dependent on her muse for far more than most artists,
complicating her relationships. Nyte Lysander is a suave, emotional
cellist who once struggled in her obsession to stay in Stella’s
world. She and Stella find one another again after a tumultuous
breakup, needing the other for reasons warped beyond the norm. Black
Waltz is a sprawling urban fantasy romance set 350 years after The
Scorpion’s Empress and 100 years after Venus and Lysander,
concluding the trilogy. Can be read as a standalone.
for acceptance, Stella and Nyte learn to understand each other anew,
strained only by disagreements past and unspoken. Nyte’s living
situation in the crime-ridden district of Maleficus in the city of
Eden pushes her and Stella to pursue better artistic opportunities
elsewhere. As they toy with the idea of exploring a power play
relationship, they learn about a greater evil that threatens the
Azrith and Lysander families. The true enemy twists on its head
through whirling rainstorms, driving Stella and Nyte to prove who and
what they stand for.
door. The doorknob. It clicked and turned, opening on its own. Those
stretch leather thigh-high boots I remembered from a dream when I’d
had my magic poisoning: I saw the tip, and then the heel step onto
the fine rug over the floor. That familiar, mixed complexion showed
from her exposed thighs as Stella entered the room. Steam fogged her
appearance, but I knew it was her. She had on the same corset, the
same boots, the same everything. Fear
crept through me as slowly as she walked. Awe opened me up, only for
my terror to shut me down again. All I could do was watch as she slid
aside the shower door and came inside with me. Stella used a seamless
spell to make the shower water slide off of her body as if she were
made of glass. She pressed me up against the cold wall, as cold as
her eyes were as she stared me down. The tightness of her trained
waist pushed up her breasts, full as they were already, right up
against mine. “Hello,
Nyte,” she whispered, chilling me in this warm water. “Wh-What
are you doing—?” Stella
placed her lithe finger over my lips. “Shh…there’s no need to
panic,” she soothed. I started breathing hard against her hand. She
gave me a slow smile. “There’s something I’d like to discuss
with you. I want us to continue from where we left off. But, as you
accused me of before, this will be on my terms. Is that a deal
breaker for you, or should I walk away?” “No,
it’s not… Please. Please,
don’t walk away from me. I couldn’t take it if you did.” “Mmm,
I thought so. Let’s go over how this will work, shall we?” Vigorous,
eager, hungry, I nodded.
studied me for a bit first. I let her look me over, forgetting the
freeze of the wall against my shoulder blades. Keeping eye contact
with her was too intense. I glanced down. Dirt from the underside of
Stella’s boots dissolved away as stained water down the drain.
Nothing else from her met with the water. Yet
I was bare and exposed, getting more and more soaked by the moment.
like that you’re afraid,” murmured Stella. “Paranoid.
Suspicious. You don’t know what to think, what to feel. When we’re
like this, there are no disagreements. No arguments. No…hurt
I winced at her emphasis. “This contract between us is spoken. I
don’t need a formal document to keep track of what you like and
dislike. Do I have your consent?” “Yes…” “Do
you trust me to hold this power over you?” “Yeah…I
do,” I told her. “That’s
the important part,” she stressed. “Trust.” Stella feathered
the tips of her sharp nails along my jaw, stroking me like I was her
plaything. “There are lines that I absolutely won’t cross. You
can trust me with this.” The
words just came out, trembling, “You can do anything you want to
narrowed her eyes. “Anything?” “Anything…” “You’re
certain you have no
limits? Things you absolutely refuse to do?” “Maybe
I do. I don’t know right now. If I figure one out, I’ll…let you
know. You already know the things I like, what I enjoy. Go from
if I asked someone else to fuck you while I watched, you’d take
it would please you,” I said, not recognizing how weak my voice
difficult, hm?” noticed Stella. “As dangerous as that is, I
respect your wishes. If you think I’m going too far, use a safe
work. I’ll stop whatever I’m doing and take care of you. We’ll
talk about what went wrong and make adjustments. Is that fair?” “Yeah…
Yes. I can live with that.” “Good.
Do you have any questions?” I
couldn’t pin anything down with words. I shook my head, not wanting
to waste her time. Stella
spun me around. She pinned me against the wall, her front against my
back. Those boots made her a bit taller than me, and she took
advantage of it, taking up all the space around me. She tilted my
head to the side, her graceful hands calculating enough to feel like
a spider crawling against my skin, with the sharpness of her nails as
the venomous tips of her claws.
Ly was born in San Diego, CA. Her pen name represents her multiracial
heritage and a unique, diverse outlook that reflects in her work. She
is a writer and a gamer, primarily inspired by thought-provoking,
well-written video games such as the Shin Megami Tensei, NieR, and
I’m Yoshiyuki Ly and I’m here with a guest post for my third
book, Black Waltz.
process is the same for every book, for every story I’ve ever
written, for over ten years now since I started writing more
seriously beyond an occasional hobby. I usually have music on, with
headphones, to drown out anything else that might get in the way, but
it’s more obsessive than that.
I listen to
the same song over and over again on repeat while writing any given
scene or chapter. I may listen to it hundreds of times, or even a
thousand times for a full chapter, until it’s finished, including
the first draft and final edits. The song relates to the scene or
chapter in the same way that anyone else might read and re-read an
outline of what they intend to write.
the song helps me draw out the visuals of whatever I feel as words on
listened to video game soundtracks while writing this book, like from
NieR, NieR: Automata, Shin
Megami Tensei: Nocturne, and
Drakengard 3. “Cold
Steel Coffin” from the first NieR
game is the backbone of my
main character’s dancing and inspirations.
had to write anything down to keep me from forgetting things. I can
listen to a song and remember scenes or story arcs that I edited out
or kept out entirely from stories I wrote years ago. It might sound
strange, but it’s what works for me.
This is why
Black Waltz is so entrenched in music.
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