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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/52932534-omega-awakening

Release date: 1st June

I've been a little reserved about naming the new book I've been working on. But finally here is it with a wonderful cover to reveal. I think I've mentioned before that this book has some Daddy Dom vibes. It's also a bit of a dark Omegaverse twist on a classic fairy tale. I hit 40k words in the book a few days ago, and I'm guessing I have about 10k words to go to close out the story. When I started writing, it was an idea for a restaurant scene. This was in the middle of the book. After, I firmed up the beginning and worked toward this center point. I had a loose end game in mind. But as I've found with other books, it rarely plays out exactly like I planed by the time I there. There are a few routes I can take with the way the story ends, so I'm playing about with ideas now to see which I like the most. All part of the fun :)

Book blurb...

Omega Awakening, a dark Cinderella Omegaverse romance.

All things must end.

I learned that lesson the day my mother died.

My step-mother was wicked.

My step-sister, cruel.

It was a relief when I revealed as an Omega because it was a chance to escape.

But it wasn't the end of my troubles.

What happens to Omegas is a secret.

And my troubles had just begun.

"I can save you from one monster, Verity," Lilly said when she accepted me into the program. "But I cannot save you from them all."

True to her word, she saved me from my step-mother.

Then Woodrow entered my life.

And I realized he was the other monster Lilly had warned me about.

  • authorlvlane

My new book Controllers 0 going really well. I've just gone over 30k, and there is quite a bit more to do. I'm guessing it might top out at 45 maybe 50k, but will see.

The last 30% is always...messy when I'm writing. There is a bombardment of ideas, and it feels a bit like I am battling with a giant slippery octopus, trying to tie up in a bow.

I always get there eventually, but there are so many thought threads going on at the moment, and I know not all of them make it to the final book.

When I write the first 50% is such a breeze, the last bit is a battle. :)

But that's the fun of writing.

I mentioned before about this being a bit dark and dystopian in feel. There is very little about the war until the very end. It's all about the community and the Omega's revealing.

I sometimes find myself going down paths when I write, and this one has taken on a Daddy Dom feel. Most of my books have elements of this. My Omegas are often referred to as being 'naughty' or 'good girls' when they behave....and then there is the spankings!

So Daddy Dom is not a new theme, but I think this one takes it further than the rest because the main man (I have a name, but I'm still mulling it over), is so much older.

I can't bring myself to make her call him Daddy (I don't mind reading that, but I'm struggling to actually write it myself, and I'm going with my gut feel on what's right for the book.)

Also for those of you who enjoy dirty-talk, I think I've taken that to a whole new level in this book! 🔥

  • authorlvlane

Excerpt, Absolute Control, Copyright L.V. Lane 2020

When I woke up, I was naked, face down against rough bedding, and half-buried under a wall of hot flesh. It was dark, although I couldn’t readily ascertain if it was night time or I was within a darkened room. The scent hit me, rich Alpha pheromones that belonged to Hudson and brought an immediate sense of calm. Hazy images of my time in the medical emergency make-shift ward surged and scattered through my mind. We had saved many people—there were some that we could not.

Hudson’s gentle Alpha rumble battered at my distress. Like a balm over a wound, it eased the suffering without taking it entirely away.

“You did what you could,” he said, and that simple statement sent tears spilling down my cheeks. A rough hand, twice the size of mine, skimmed over my chest to enclose the front of my throat.

His hands could kill as easily as I could heal. Yet, the hold was gentle, and the pad of his thumb brushing over my cheek to wipe away the spilling tears grounded me. “It puts me in a temper when you cry like this,” he said, voice thick, but he did not sound angry, only sad.

There was so much sadness in operations like this, and the tears spilled harder. I hated it. Hated the war, the endless killing, and that suffocating sensation that permeated every facet of my life.

The comforting rumbled ceased. Spun onto my back, he rolled above me, growling low and deep—the kind he knew drove my body to respond. The face that stared down at me had many hard angles and little warmth, yet I had come to love that face as much as the man.

He was a huge, deadly Alpha. I was at his mercy—he didn’t have any, not with our enemy, not with the team who reported to him, and certainly not with me.

As my vision adjusted to the gloom, our eyes locked, and I knew he would be hard on me. This was how it must be between Hudson and I; he understood me at times better than I understood myself.

I needed to forget that life could be ugly.

I needed to remember that life could be beautiful.

That life could be perfect, if only for a moment.

That life could be breathtakingly sublime.

My breath sawed in and out of my chest. He would fuck me now, use me roughly until I couldn't remember anything but the perfect raw beauty of being possessed by my Alpha...