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Lots of Bookish News

Well, not heaps of bookish news, but some.

First, my next book for release, So Far Into You, is currently in the hands of one of the wonderful team of Harlequin editors, the lovely Belinda Holmes. Belinda has edited some of my work before, for an anthology called It Happened At Cafe Nix that was released by a group of Escape Publishing authors earlier this year. It made me all warm and fuzzy inside to think I’d be working with Belinda again.Lily's Nix cover

So Far Into You begins in Margaret River and moves to the Adelaide Hills, so it’s sort of mimicking my life. I was born near Margaret River and went to school here before moving to South Australia in late 2001 (although I’ve since moved back to Margaret River in 2013). The book is set in the wine industry and involves several events from my memories, the Margaret River Vintage Festival being one.

My early memories of the Margaret River Vintage/Wine Festival were way back when it was set in what was then a vacant lot (now a carpark and supermarket) beside the Settlers Tavern. I remember plank-walk races, and barrel races, and that the festival involved laughs, community, and drinking lots of wine.

So Far Into You begins with a meeting between the heroine, Remy, and the hero, Seth, at the Margaret River Wine Festival just prior to a storm that puts paid to the day. The book also includes some other favourite memories, such as bushwalking in spring and looking for orchids, which these characters do. Seth doesn’t know his donkey orchid from his cowslip, but Remy sets him straight.

Orchid spotting on a spring bush walk near where I live.

Orchid spotting on a spring bush walk near where I live.

I’ve been told the book will be ready for release in October 2015, which is very exciting!

Yesterday, I heard from Escape about my last remaining self-pubbed work, the novella, The Goodbye Ride. After picking up Fairway To Heaven last year (this too was originally self-pubbed), Escape Publishing has now agreed to take The Goodbye Ride into their expert hands.

For me right now, I’m moving away from self-pubbing my work and I’ve been happy with this decision.

Last, just for a change of pace. A few of us in our writing group, The Naughty Ninjas, challenged eachother to write a shapeshifter romance in the last week or so. So I just did that (you know, as you do). It’s about 3500 words, involving a prehistoric animal as the ‘shifter’… I don’t have a name for the story yet, but it might just find a home at Wattpad.

 
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Posted by on May 20, 2015 in Naughty Ninjas, News

 

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#DATENIGHT SETS THE STAGE FOR WA #ROMANCE WRITERS

#DATENIGHT SETS THE STAGE FOR WA #ROMANCE WRITERS

Lily Malone:

I was going to write my own #DateNight post – but Monique sums it up perfectly right here :)

Originally posted on Write Note Reviews:

Romance writers Jennie Jones, Lily Malone and Juanita Kees treated an appreciative audience of more than 50 to laughs, cheekiness and a tad of sauciness at Stories on Stage: Date Night last night.

Part of the Stories on Stage series held at Koorliny Arts Centre in Perth’s southern suburbs, Date Night celebrated the romance genre, with the writers put under the spotlight during a panel interview … with me! The stage was set for the date with atmospheric lighting, a candle and a bottle of champagne, and quiet jazz music in the background. And then, once the audience was settled, the “getting to know you” bit began.

It’s fair to say, there were a few nerves at this point. For me, this was a new experience – interviewing three writers in front of a crowd. Jennie’s no stranger to the stage with her theatre background, but Lily and Juanita had to take a…

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Posted by on April 30, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

Date Night Jitters

10497093_889192947798785_9222152461982668889_oIt’s a long weekend in Western Australia this weekend for ANZAC day – 100 year commemoration in fact – on a day that draws Australia and New Zealand together like no other day on the calender. Not rugby, nor cricket.

My eldest boy (he’s 7) has told his dad he wants to go to the dawn service in Margaret River. This starts at 6am. I’m not sure yet if they’ll be up and at ’em in time to make the ceremony… that will remain to be seen. For me, I’ll still be in bed, but I’ll remember the ANZACs in spirit.

I’ve been to Gallipoli and to ANZAC cove. I remember it as a stunningly beautiful place when I visited in the very early 1990s. I couldn’t then, and can’t really now, think of the devastation and noise and death that had happened at this beautiful beach all those years ago. I also remember how wonderfully the Turkish people cared for the graves and the area as a whole (they had lost so many sons too) – preserving it for those who had died on their land. It was an incredibly neat, groomed place. Time might have changed some of the landscape there, but I feel sure it won’t have altered the spirit of that place.

On the home front, I’ll be preparing myself for #DateNight! Have I told you about Date Night? It’s something Monique Mulligan who blogs at Write Note Reviews cooked up for Perth authors, Jennie Jones, Juanita Kees and myself. We are appearing on April 29 at 7pm as part of Stories On Stage at Koorliny Arts Centre. Monique will be asking all kinds of questions and I am certain several will be particularly curly.

Just like a real date, I’m trying to figure out what to wear. Beanie or no beanie? Hot scene excerpt from His Brand Of Beautiful or sweet scene excerpt from Fairway To Heaven? And who will do the reading? Me with my awful Aussie accent, or Jennie Jones—she of the acting background with the impeccable Welsh lilt… (I know who I’d rather listen to!)

If you are coming to Date Night, we look forward to seeing you there! If you’re still thinking about it, don’t wait too long. Apparently we three are rather a hot item, and tickets have sold faster than a backstage pass to a One Direction concert… :) Plus, Monique needs to know numbers so she can cook up her delicious treats for supper.

Enjoy your ANZAC day commemorations wherever they may be. From me, thank you to everyone who has fought and served for Australia in war.

I won’t forget.

 
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Posted by on April 24, 2015 in Marketing and promotion, News

 

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Happy Release Day To Me

Dear World,

Would you please slow down? I cannot keep up with today!

FairWayToHeavenFinal-harlequin 200_200x315It is release day for Fairway To Heaven – Mark 2 – out today with Escape Publishing. If you’re a regular visitor here you’ll know Fairway was first launched in 2014, but due to subsequent decisions about self-publishing not being the best fit for me, Escape accepted Fairway for publication late last year.

So – Fairway To Heaven – with a new cover, new blurb and a slightly newish ending, is out again today. It’s like having deja-vu all over again.

Amongst wonderful things that have happened today is:

  • a blog post about what makes a house a home with blockbuster rural romance author Je11113188_611761328954918_9085248960645861122_nnnie Jones at her place (so much classier than my place).
  • This great image by the incomparable Rhyll Biest, which won’t mean much unless you either wrote Fairway To Heaven (like me) or you’ve read it.
  • An amazing amount of support from fellow Aussie authors and bloggers, and Facebook and Twitter friends. I appreciate your support so very much. When I got home from work, my FB notifications were at 62. 60-bloody-2, and don’t mention Twitter!
  • Later today, I’m a guest at http://www.readingromance.com/ talking about how I come up with book titles.

So, in the words of Bill Lawry (sorry, couldn’t help a cricket reference) It’s ALL HAPPENING!

Lots of love from my place, to yours

Lily

xx

And if you’re interested in taking a look at Fairway To Heaven, please visit this link. Whatever your e-reading option, you’ll find a buy-link from here.

 
 

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Angry Birds & Turtle Doves | A free read on #Wattpad

Lily's Nix cover“Sydney’s hot. Adelaide’s hot. And it’s getting hot down under the tablecloth.”

Have you been following the collaboration of Escape Publishing authors writing “It Happened At Cafe Nix?” It’s been on Wattpad, which is a free reading platform, for the last week. There are 14 authors involved and I’m one of them.

My story Angry Birds and Turtle Doves went live today. It features Seth and Remy from my yet to be published book now contracted to Escape, called So Far Into You.

Here’s the blurb:

About So Far Into You

A new Australian vineyard romance from Lily Malone, author of His Brand Of Beautiful and Fairway To Heaven.

Millionaire wine tycoons don’t usually go all soft and gooey over love at first sight, but Seth Lasrey wasn’t a millionaire when he met Remy. He wasn’t a tycoon, either. Not yet. All that would come later.

When she cut her viticulture degree short and moved home, Remy wasn’t thinking about anything more than making the next dollar in her pocket. Working two jobs to keep food on the table and a loan shark from the door, Remy and her mother are slowly building a life together. Then a freak storm rips apart the Margaret River Wine Festival, and Seth and Remy’s worlds collide.

He’s old money. She is no money. 

He’s the boss. She’s his employee.

Together they are so far wrong, it can’t ever be right.

But when love runs you off the track, how far would you go to get a second chance?

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Now the short story does come with a language warning. If you’re game, check out mine, and the other Cafe Nix short stories on Wattpad while you’re there. Escape Publishing has some amazing authors and it’s been a pleasure to be part of Cafe Nix.

This link will take you straight through: http://www.wattpad.com/113743182-it-happened-at-cafe-nix-angry-birds-and-turtle/page/4

 
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Posted by on March 31, 2015 in Marketing and promotion

 

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Ready for bite-size reading? Coming soon @ Cafe Nix

14 Escape Publishing authors (including me!), one contemporary romance, 15 happy endings. Welcome to Cafe Nix.

31140939-256-k709664Cafe Nix is a collaboration between 14 Escape authors to bring readers epilogues, extra scenes, and all-new material featuring favourite characters from Escape contemporary titles. Each chapter is an original short story of its own, dropping you straight back into the lives of characters already let loose in the world in previously or soon to be published Escape books as they spend time at Sydney’s harbourside cafe, Cafe Nix.

My story is called Angry Birds and Turtle Doves, and it features Seth and Remy from my next Escape Publishing title, So Far Into You. (No release date unfortunately – this book won’t be out till much later in the year).

Who are the Cafe Nix authors?
In order of appearance they are:
Elizabeth Dunk – The Silver-haired Saviour:  In the style of The Lies We Tell
Juanita Kees – Under His Persuasion:  Characters from Tag Raiders Series
Sandra Antonelli – Niagara Falls at Cafe Nix:  Characters from Driving in Neutral
Jane O’ReillyHunk of the Month:  Characters from The Holiday Survival Guide
Nicole FlocktonBound by Their Wedding Plans:  Characters from Bound By His Desire
Cate EllinkDeeper Diving:  Characters from Deep Diving
Ros BaxterStand and Deliver:  Characters from Lingerie for Felons
Jenny SchwartzKissing Time:  Characters from Hero Duty
Ainslie PatonNo Dick Moves:  Characters from Insecure 
Jennie Jones12 Bells and a Baby:  Characters from Swallows Fall series
Lee ChristineIn Safe Company:  Characters from Grace & Poole series
Lily MaloneAngry Birds and Turtle Doves:  Characters from So Far Into You
Rhian CahillChristmas Wishes Do Come True: Characters from Christmas Wishes
Amy AndrewsRisqué Business:  Characters from Risky Business

Where can you get It Happened at Café Nix?
It will be released on Wattpad on April 2 and later will be available as a complete volume through Smashwords.

I’ll let you know when my story comes up!

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2015 in Marketing and promotion

 

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“You’d never cheat. I know you.”

FairWayToHeavenFinal-harlequin 200_200x315The Amazon gods have put my April 8 release, Fairway To Heaven on sale for less than a dollar most of this week. I don’t know how long the sale will last. You can pre-order Fairway for 94 cents from Amazon in Australia, and from iTunes right now.

Amazon: Australia link here:

Amazon: US link here:

iTunes link here:

Here’s one of my favourite snippets from the book. It’s just after Jenn and Brayden have been reunited at the beach shack in Busselton, and they’re sitting on the beach at Geographe Bay watching Jenn’s son, Seb, play in the sand. They have a lot to catch up on.

“So, have you been playing any golf, Jenn?”

Now he’s kicked off on another topic destined to screw with my insides. Yesterday’s golf course visit is a blazing scar in my mind.

“Not since before Seb was born.”

He fixes me with a look. “You hook up with a golf pro and you’re not playing golf? That sucks.”

“Jack plays or coaches all day. The last thing he wants to do is play another nine holes with me. And anyway, we’ve got Seb. I’d just slow him down. Jack hates wasting practice time.”

“Bullshit,” Brayden scoffs. “Your golf game can keep up with anyone.”

“I haven’t hit a ball in two years.”

“You’d still run rings around me. You were a better golfer than most people I know, even when we were in school.” He’s doing it again, talking about the past, making ‘us’ sound natural as breathing. “Remember when your Dad made that driving range in the scrub at the back of your place? Emmy and I had bets on how far you could hit. We used to fetch buckets of balls for you.”

“Yeah.” I remember.

My life revolved around Brayden then. There wasn’t a minute of the day where I didn’t know where he was. When I came out of my science class on Tuesday afternoon, I knew that if I stopped for thirty seconds at the drink fountain, he’d come out of English and I’d see him on his way to Technical Drawing. Sometimes he’d sneak close, flick his hand in the water and make it spurt in my face and I’d squeal, like I never saw him coming.

On Fridays, I had piano lessons. I could walk halfway home with Emmy and Brayden before I’d turn at Swan Street to get to old Mrs Hampson’s. I got later and later for my lessons because I’d linger longer and longer with the Culhanes, and finally my parents said they wouldn’t waste their money if I couldn’t even get to the lessons on time.

“We should play at the weekend. It’ll be fun.” His voice jolts me from the Pilbara to Busselton.

I tip my nose at Seb—now burying the dozer up to its windows in sand. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Bring him with. He can run around. He’ll love it.”

“Most golfers I know don’t deal well with small children who run around while they’re trying to line up a putt.”

Brayden scoops a handful of dry sand and lobs it five metres from us, then another, making the grains scatter and roll. Then he turns to me and says,  “You gonna tell me the story with Jack?”

“There’s no story.” I can’t look at him. His question starts that prickle behind my eyes, same as when I peel onions. I hate peeling onions, and I refuse to cry here on this beautiful beach.

“Come on, Jenn. Something happened. You and Emmy cooked up this beach shack sabbatical, and Jack’s not invited. It’s not rocket science.”

I pick at something trapped behind the fingernail of my left hand, banana probably, while I debate over how much to say. It sounds so cheap to admit Jack’s affair—if a quickie in a bunker can even be called an affair—and I’m not sure it’s any of Brayden’s business. It’s crazy really, Jack’s the cheat and yet I’m the one who feels disloyal talking about it behind his back.

“Jenn?” He prompts.

Bloody pushy Culhanes. Eventually I settle for, “I’ve moved out.”

“Forever? For the weekend? What?”

I get a horrible flash of Marnie James’ knickers on the grass. “Forever.”

“When you two had Seb… I thought things were good. Emmy said—”

He stops, picks up another handful of sand.

Let it go, Jenn. But I can’t. I don’t care how many cats curiosity killed. “What did Emmy say?”

Throwing the sand at his feet, he turns to me. The breeze surfs through his hair and I want to reach out and smooth the tangle, test whether his beard is long enough to be soft.

“Em said she thought I’d pretty much blown my chance. She thought you and Jack were a done deal.”

Why does he choose now to talk about blown chances? Now when everything’s so complicated and I’ve got no easy answers.

God. I hug my knees to my chest. “I can’t do this… I can’t talk about Jack… with you.” I’ve got no hope of keeping any of my armour intact if Brayden can open my weak spots like this.

“It’s okay, Jenn.” His arms constrict around his knees, all the muscles outlined. “Just tell me this: he didn’t hurt you? Or Seb?”

“What? Like hit us? No. I’d have been out the door in a flash.”

Seb has had enough of pushing the bulldozer in the sand. He’s wandering toward the water. I don’t want him to get wet because it’s almost time to go home.

“He couldn’t keep his dick in his pants,” Jack says. It’s not a question.

“What?”

“Jack. He cheated, didn’t he? That’s what you won’t tell me. He’d be the one who strayed. You’d never cheat. I know you.”

My mouth works without making a sound, and the hesitation is all it takes. It’s written all over Brayden’s face: he knows he’s guessed right.

“It’s not your fault,” he says.

“I know it’s not my fault. I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.” Abruptly, I’m on my feet, shaking out the towel, sending sand flying. “Seb and I better get back. It’s getting late.”

He stands too, slings his towel over his shoulder. “Jenn…”

Please. Just leave it.” I bristle. I won’t cry if I bristle.

Seb doesn’t want to leave the beach. He kicks at me when I pick him up. Screams, and when that doesn’t work, goes limp, trying to slip through my hands like a wet fish.

Brayden appears beside us. “Do you think he’ll let me give him a lift home?”

“Who knows? Give it a try.”

Brayden throws Seb in the air a couple of times and I don’t know if it’s shock at being tossed so high, or that instinctual little boy love of rough games that cuts through, but he stops screaming and lets Brayden swing him onto his shoulders. They start up the beach.

I pick up Seb’s hat, the bulldozer, my bag, and I follow the trail Brayden blazes, like I’ve done most of my life.

 
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Posted by on March 2, 2015 in Excerpts

 

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