Saturday, January 2, 2016

Interview with Author Lilith K. Duat

Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?

Though I don't really dress like it, I've always been creepy. Gothic sensibilities without wearing it on my sleeve. The most goth thing I wore in high school were a bunch of chokers and a pair of knee high Doc Martins.

But I've always been a fan of the beautiful grotesque: bird bones, snakes, bats, skulls, graveyards, killers, things like that.

Movies contributed a lot too. Tim Burton, of course, and Guillermo Del Toro, Seven, Bram Stoker's Dracula, The People Under the Stairs, Silence of the Lambs, The Cell. Regardless of quality, they all had memorable moments or visuals that I sort of coveted throughout my lifetime.

What inspired you to write this book?

My co-writer and I just had these characters lying around, and the world built itself around them, and thus the world of Disturbia was born and we played in it a while.
As the story progressed we uncovered layers and aspects of the characters that we didn't know before. Some of these characters were just neat designs, and we thought “Oh, it would be hot if Corvus and her got together. Throw her in!” but as we wrote they developed depth and actual histories and personalities.

Do you have a special formula for creating characters' names? Do you try to match a name with a certain meaning to attributes of the character or do you search for names popular in certain time periods or regions?

For The Disturbia Ritual we had a solid avian theme. Naming the wife character was the most difficult because we wanted it to mean “bird” in some way, but also connect it to the character's history.

Is there a character that you enjoyed writing more than any of the others?

There's a scene between Corvus and a woman named Crow. That encounter is a turning point for the hero, and it might be my personal favourite interaction. So it's not that I liked writing Crow the most, it was just fun to write how the scene played out.

What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?

It's a toss up between the scene with Crow, which I mentioned before, and Corvus' encounter with a vampiress named Lace. I think we actually invented a new fetish with that scene...

What is the most interesting thing you have physically done for book related research purposes?

Not research purpose exactly, but the model on the cover is actually a personal friend of mine. I attended that photoshoot and played assistant. I juggled props, kept the mood music going and held the light and the reflector. It was neat.

When did you consider yourself a writer?

I was going through some stuff, like everybody does and I just sort of told myself that I'm here, in the world, breathing, and I probably have a few more decades worth of breathing ahead of me so I might as well do something with the time. I asked myself what I actually care about? Well, my stories. My characters. I should probably get them out, otherwise it's a waste.

I was here to write stories. Not necessarily entertain people because you can't please everyone all the time, but just to write stories. From then on I considered myself a writer.

However, I didn't consider myself an author until I published my first novella in March 2015.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? How do you deal with it?

Yes. Usually I try to just listen to music that gives me the same feel that the book does. I re-read my notes or previous passages in the story, I go for a walk, or bathe. Unfortunately for me, most my planning or ideas tend to come to me when I'm trying to sleep.

Do you write in different genres? 

Yes. I consider The Disturbia Ritual to be horror-erotica (Horrotica? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?), or supernatural erotica, but I mainly pursue fantasy/mythological erotica. I'm dipping a toe into contemporary erotica, some werewolf fun, then sometime in 2017 I'm hoping to get out some dark psychological horror-erotica.

Do you find it difficult to write in multiple genres?

No. Just like people like a variety in their movies and tv and books, I like a variety of worlds and stories to muck about in. I get bored and restless or stumped otherwise. When it comes to writing, I can't stay in one world too long. I'll go for 2 weeks or so and really laser-focus on one story,  then I'll move over to another one and be able to stretch different parts of my imagination.

What can readers expect next from you?

February 2016 is the debut of book 2 of my erotic mythology series which is expected to run for 5 novellas.

I also have a contemporary F/F short coming out in March or April, and a few other morbid surprises.

Where can readers find you on the web?

You can find me at

Would you like to leave readers with a little teaser or excerpt from the book?

Sure! Here's an exclusive little teaser that can only be found on Fang-Tastic. I hope you enjoy it.

Corvus saw silk, swaths of red and purple and black silks. He had stepped into what seemed to be a side-show tent. He looked around.
No. Not a tent.
An aviary.
A giant fucking bird cage.
It was like being inside a canary cage, but the cloth was down and the bird within was meant to be silent and sleep. There was a circular bed, piled high with pillows and what looked to be the most comfortable bedspread ever created. Lanterns hung from the bars of the top of the cage four stories above him, giving off warm candle light. Tall candelabras stood silently, holding thick wax candles just waiting to be lit. There was as a dusty Oriental rug strewn across the hardwood floor, and to the side, an old gramophone.
The cage door shut and locked behind Corvus and he turned, startled. The door in which he had come was no longer ancient and wood, but thin bars of gilded iron; peeks of steely grey burning through the weak gold coating. The tent flaps were peeled back and Corvus could see beyond the bars. Midnight paced just outside the cage.
"You finally made it." She tilted her head as she eyed him.
Corvus gripped the bars. “What is this place?” But that was just a passing curiosity compared to the real question forefront in his mind. “Where’s my wife?”
"You'll know soon enough. If you cooperate. Now then," she sat at the desk before the birdcage, the room behind her cloaked in darkness. "We have business to attend to. In the labyrinth, you got a taste of what is expected of you.”
He scowled. “Enough with the riddles and games. Get to the point.”
"You're going to have to please a lot of women so I can get what I want, and in turn you get what you want."
Corvus eased, but only a little. Now they were making progress, however slight. “And what is it you want?”
"What I need does not concern you," she stated.
He scoffed. “So I’m supposed to fuck a bunch of women on a whim that you’re telling me the truth about getting my wife back, but you won’t actually tell me anything. Not who you are, not where I am, not how you found me, not what you need. Nothing.”
"All you need to know is that at the end, you'll get her back." She crossed her arms, looking at him through the bars.
A long, heavy silence passed between the two of them.
"Glad we have a deal." She stood from the desk, "your first customer will be here soon. I suggest you get dressed properly, there's a chest there with your uniform." She turned away, her toes clicking against the hard floor, making a sharp echo course throughout the room.
Corvus moved to the round, satin covered bed. In front of it was a heavy steamer trunk covered in shining black leather and accented with silver latches and fittings. He opened the trunk and peered inside.
It was empty. He let out an exasperated breath, his head dropped heavy on his neck, sending a tense pain up his jaw and into his temple. This was another one of her games, wasn’t it?
His eyes widened as he heard the latch of the cage open. He turned and Midnight was inside the cage with him. In one hand was a strange, bird-like black mask. In the other was an ornate wire birdcage.
Corvus was beginning to sense a theme.
“What’s that for?”
"Well, I figured you should at least cover something." She looked amused and smug. "Mask first, then cage."
Corvus saw several heavy locks dangling from the cage. It would have been kind of pretty if it wasn’t so thoroughly degrading.
His dark eyes met hers, and he was trying to keep his expression stoic, but she could see the little twitches of humanity, of empathy, of fear.
“What if I fuck these women, and that’s unforgivable in her mind?”
"Would you really risk the chance to see her, even if it turns out horribly?” There was no sympathy in her voice, but it wasn’t cold either. It was, if Corvus had to describe it, rational. “Would you risk just one last kiss goodbye? Perhaps you could hide it from her, who said you had to tell her how you got to her?"
There was a slight change in his stance, his demeanor. His jaw clenched.
Midnight saw what she wanted to see. “Now, if we’re quite ready, on your knees.”
Corvus did as he was told and lowered himself down. The first item was a thick leather collar with two silver rings. Midnight secured it with no trouble.
His eyes turned up, and he watched the world go black as the ebony bird skull devoured his head. He could see only a world tinted in shades of red from the glass lenses of the mask.
Next came the cage. It opened like a book, and the bottom of the cage had a hole a little bigger than his neck. They eased the beak between two vertical bars of the cage then steadied it. He felt the cage cold and heavy on his bare shoulders, like a yoke made out of a barbecue grill. The cage was brought together and he heard the locks latch the cage to the mask. Two on the rings of the collar and, he assumed two keeping the cage from swinging open like a clamshell.
"Those that you please hold the keys," she whispered like an incantation as she leaned in toward the side of his head, where his ear ought to be. "Your first one shall be here soon." She gave the last lock a good tug, to make certain it was nice and secure, "And if you fail to please, you'll never get the cage off."
When all was said and done, he thought he heard four locks latch.
He and Ava had been together for four years.

He may have miscounted.

The Disturbia Ritual

You're grown up now and the monsters are real. Only they're not under your bed...they're in it. 

Ever since his wife, Ava, was taken from him in a brutal car accident, Corvus Deryn yearned for death. The only thing that keeps him from killing himself is the fear of ending up in Hell, without the possibility of seeing his wife again. 

But tonight he is visited by a strange, supernatural entity calling herself Midnight. Part sugary calavera, part porcelain ballerina, she offers Corvus the chance to be reunited with Ava... if he does a job for her first. 

The job? Come with her to the paranormal city of the dead called Disturbia, become the prime attraction in Midnight’s brothel and pleasure an elite selection of monster women. Only then will Midnight lead the way to Corvus’ wife. 

The bargain seems simple enough, but Corvus begins to think Midnight isn’t being entirely truthful. What is she hiding from him? And where, in the twisted spires of Disturbia, could Ava possibly be? 

Released especially for Hallowe'en, pre-order now and expect this kinky goodie to drop into your e-reader October 31st, a holiday treat for adults. 

THE DISTURBIA RITUAL is an erotic romance drenched in gothic horror and supernatural sex-appeal. Reader discretion advised.

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About the Author

Lilith K. Duat is a female in possession of the male gaze and a filthy mind. 

She has recently found her love for erotica and relishes in reading the hottest she can find and writing out her fantasies. 

She has a tendency to drag others along for the ride. She prefers her fantasies over her realities. 

She can be found at

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