Audio Spotlight: Confessions of a Bookaholic + Author Interview

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Title: Confessions of a Bookaholic

Author: Joslyn Westbrook

Narrator: Sierra Kline; Tim Paige

Length: 6 hours 4 minutes

Publisher: Fifth Avenue Publications

Released: Dec. 7, 2020

Genre: Romance


What happens when a book blogger accidentally publishes her digital diary online?

A viral shitstorm, that’s what.

No way did I want thousands of subscribers to read my confessions—yet, that’s precisely what went down last night after four too many Cosmos with my girls.

Now, Damage Control is my new middle name because my diary confessional has my roommate, Lucas Stone, written all over it.


I’ve been in love with him forever—well, ever since I saw him sprint across campus naked during our first year of college.

And now that Lucas knows how I feel about him?

Well, things are destined to get awkward.

Because Lucas Stone, my BFF—the man who sleeps only one room over—just got engaged.

And his fiancée isn’t me.

CONFESSIONS OF A BOOKAHOLIC is a steamy, friends-to-lovers, sports romance full of laughter and a tiny bit of angst.

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Q&A with Author Joslyn Westbrook
  1. Was a possible audiobook recording something you were conscious of while writing?
    1. Yes, I always try to imagine how things – dialogue – would translate in audiobooks while I am writing.
  2. Are you an audiobook listener? What about the audiobook format appeals to you?
    1. Yes, I LOVE audiobooks. In fact, when my favorite authors release a book, I often wait until it comes out on audio before I purchase it. I am a busy mom, wife, and author and sometimes the only way I can commit to “reading” a book is via audio.
  3. Is there a particular part of this story that you feel is more resonating in the audiobook performance than in the book format?
    1. I believe Sierra and Tim did a phenomenal job bringing all aspects of Macy and Lucas to life. Especially toward the end where both perfectly captured the emotions.
  4. If this title were being made into a TV series or movie, who would you cast to play the primary roles?
    1. So, yeah. It would be a dream if Confessions of a Bookaholic made its way to the big screen. Lili Reinhart would play Macy Sinclair and Nick Bateman (Canadian actor/model) would make a pretty HOT Lucas Stone — in fact all my books would cast him as the hero, LOL.
  5. What do you say to those who view listening to audiobooks as “cheating” or as inferior to “real reading”?
    1. Listening to a book on audio is much like watching your favorite book become a movie. I mean, don’t get me wrong: I too love getting lost in a book. At the same time, narrators bring life to your favorite characters—make them more real than they are in a book.
  6. How did you celebrate after finishing this novel?
    1. Wine. Then sleep. Lots of sleep. And I spend a few weeks with the family before I go back into the writing cave.
  7. What gets you out of a writing slump? What about a reading slump?
    1. Hmm. Good questions. When I’m in a writing slump I stream a show that may be similar to the book I’m writing or want to write. It puts me back in that mindspace. And if I ever find myself in a reader slump – whether it’s a book or audiobook slump – I re-read or listen to one of my favorite books.
  8. Have any of your characters ever appeared in your dreams?
    1. Oh, gosh. ALWAYS!! Especially when I’m writing the middle of their story. They don’t leave me alone until I write THE END. Just like anyone else in my life who may appear in my dreams every now and then, my characters do so as well. They are real to me, people who have a story that needs to be told.
  9. What’s your favorite:
    1. Food – Pizza
    2. Song – Get Low (thanks to that movie The Proposal)
    3. Book – Wow! There are too many to name, but I loved the audiobook version of Tapping the Billionaire by Max Monroe
    4. Television show – The Bold Type
    5. Movie – The Proposal
    6. Band – This may tell my age, but I still love Metallica
    7. Sports team – Seattle Seahawks
    8. City – NYC
  10. What bits of advice would you give to aspiring authors?
    1. Keep writing and write the kinds of books you love to read.
  11. What’s next for you?
    1. FLING will release late spring with an audiobook to follow. It’s an off-limits best-friend’s-older-brother romance featuring a pro hockey player and a ballerina.

Wife. Mom. Foodie. Fashion Junkie. Rom-Com Lover.

Author of sexy rom-coms and feel-good contemporary romance, Joslyn Westbrook’s novels feature sweep-you-off-your feet heroes and the sassy, classy, badassy heroines who can’t seem to breathe without them. When she’s not writing, Joslyn can be found watching Netflix, cooking, shopping, and spending time with her husband and children at home in sunny California.


Independent Audiobook Award finalist Sierra Kline is a programmer by day, narrator by night. Sierra earned her degree in theater from Michigan State University, which she has been fortunate to put to heavy use both on the stage and in the booth. When she’s not lending her voice to multiple genres, from romance to LitRPG, she prefers the great outdoors and loves running, traveling, and backpacking.


Tim Paige is an audiobook narrator with a passion for rom coms, superheroes, and telling stories that provide an escape from the world (or a new lens with which to view it). A former full-time touring musician, Tim has played on some of the biggest stages in the world. He is the voice of “The More You Know” on NBC, and has provided voice-over for many national commercials, promos, trailers, and video games. When he’s not narrating audiobooks or voicing fun projects, you’ll most often find him playing pretend with his two sons, shouting at the television during Syracuse Orange basketball and football games, or cooking up tasty vegan treats.




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Spotlight & Excerpt: Awakening + Author Interview

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A Gripping Modern Day Norse Mythology…



By Kevin D. Miller

Author: Kevin D. Miller
Publisher: BiFrost Books
Pages: 336
Genre: High Fantasy / Epic Fantasy / Action and Adventure / Norse Fantasy / Viking Fantasy / Norse Gods and Goddesses


A megalomaniac god is pursuing a millennia-old vendetta, and Leif must learn to wrangle a newly awakened power to either become a hero or a villain. He will leave his old life and run from creatures he believed were reserved for myth and legend. He travels across the realms while struggling to tame the blinding rage that comes with his new demi-god like power. Will Leif survive the intra-realm quest and prevent Ragnarok or will he fail to control his awakening?

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Alexander never thought that he would live long enough
to enjoy quiet nights like this. He noted it was a particularly cold night as
he stepped onto his back porch. His breath sent out a little fog, and he
marveled at how peaceful winter could be in the Icelandic forest. The freshly
fallen snow sparkled as the Northern lights flashed through the night sky.
Alexander never grew tired of watching their fiery dance. He only wished his
wife, Helga, was still around to enjoy the peace and quiet. Sighing contentedly,
Alexander reached down, grabbed a bundle of firewood, and turned to head back
inside. Suddenly he froze. He felt it, a tingling he hadn’t felt in a long
time, danger. Scanning the surrounding forest, Alexander couldn’t see anything
out of place, but the feeling that something was out there, something that
didn’t belong, still pulled at him like the tide. Alexander stared into the
darkness for a few more moments, but the forest remained silent, unwilling to
give up its secrets. Alexander shrugged and went back into his house. For the
first time in years, he locked the door behind him.

As Alexander sat by the fire, the warmth failed to
chase away the feeling that someone or something was out there roaming his
forest. A familiar howl rang out from deep within the forest, pulling Alexander
out of his thoughts. A second later similar howls answered. Alexander could
identify each individual wolf by their howl; he had known this pack for years.
Settling back in his chair, he envisioned the wolves in full force. The howls
continued to ring across the forest. In all his years living in the forest,
Alexander had never heard so many wolves at once. They sounded agitated. They
must sense it too, he thought.

Alexander groaned as his knees popped and his old
bones protested the sudden movement of getting to his feet. It was as if his
body knew what he was planning to do and was voicing its discontent. It had
been decades since he had been in a fight, but it seemed he was being called
out one last time. Hell, Alexander thought, I may see Helga sooner than I
thought. Pulling on his thick wool parka, Alexander grabbed the double-bladed
ax he used to chop wood. The weight felt comfortable in his hands. The ax had
been his weapon of choice from the time he was strong enough to swing one. His
mother had pushed him to branch out and learn to use other weapons, but it
wasn’t meant to be. The ax was the weapon of his ancestors, and he honored them
by using it. The cold hit Alexander like a hammer, clearing his senses and
waking him up to the world around him. The Berserker had laid dormant inside of
him for decades now, but Alexander could feel the old battle lust stirring
within. The forest had gone too quiet, the howls of the wolf pack had died
down. Goosebumps speckled Alexander’s body as the tension in the air thickened.
Alexander knew why. A predator not of this realm stalked his forest.

Alexander silently crept through the forest. The snow
crunched lightly beneath his weight; his senses screamed at him to turn back,
but he ignored them and pressed on. It had been decades since he had felt the
thrill of a fight, and he relished the feeling.

A bird pierced the silent forest with a loud squawk.
He peered through the tangle of trees and branches; he could barely make out a
blotch of darkness that seemed to be darker than the surrounding forest. As he
moved closer, the air blew warm breaths on his face with each step. Alexander
was within ten feet of the odd black blotch when he noticed that the snow had
completely melted away. Steam rose from the freshly uncovered earth in a circle
around the object. Thick drops of water splashed down from the tree branches
above, puffing into steam upon hitting the forest floor.

Alexander continued to move slowly around the dark
object but didn’t see anyone or anything. Creeping ever closer, his feeling of
unease intensified. As Alexander stepped around the inky darkness, the heat had
him sweating through his clothes. He stopped dead in his tracks. His blood ran
cold. From the back, the round black object drank in all the available light,
but now that Alexander was in front of it, he could see it opened up to a world
of fire and lava. Alexander knew what he was looking at; he just couldn’t
figure out why it was here. The dark blob was a bridge to another realm.
However, it differed from any bridge he had used in his youth. This thing was
more like a rip in the fabric of reality. Whoever did this was immensely
powerful. Peering into the gateway, memories from a lifetime ago came flooding
back to him. Muspelheim, the realm of fire and lava. The home to an
unimaginable evil. It was a place he had hoped to never see again.

As if in answer to his thoughts, something rose out of
the molten river that lay beyond the bridge. Alexander’s stomach backflipped as
he recognized the creature that was steadily stalking towards the bridge. It’s
the beginning of the end, Alexander thought. Ragnarok is here.

As the being stepped through the bridge and into
Alexander’s world, the frigid forest air hissed and steamed in protest to the
fiery monster’s trespass into Midgard. Alexander stared up at the molten giant
and thought he looked even taller than he had appeared decades ago. Alexander
backed up, making sure he was out of range of the monster’s hulking sword. He knew
a fight was inevitable. Alexander closed his eyes and freed the dormant
Berserker, embracing the longforgotten thrill of the fight. Icy fire burned
along his veins as his muscles grew and strengthened. Alexander knew, even in
his enhanced state, that he was no match for the force of nature that stood
before him. He only hoped to fend the giant off long enough to create an
opening and run for help. Hopefully, with luck, he could lose the creature in
the forest.

Alexander opened his eyes, filling his old frame and
flooding his veins with the familiar icy burn of the Berserker. Any thoughts of
running vanished as a thin red haze of rage colored the edge of his vision.
Fear and doubt evaporated and was replaced with excited determination at the
chance to cross blades one last time with a worthy foe. Who gives a damn that
I’m well into my sixties? Alexander thought. “I am the last of an ancient and
powerful Berserker clan, bestowed with the power of Thor, chosen to defend
Midgard from invaders such as you. How dare you step into my realm, Surtr,”
Alexander growled. “You aren’t welcome here. I will say this one time; return
to Muspelheim or face my wrath.”

Surtr’s molten eyes studied Alexander. A voice
Alexander had hoped to never hear again thundered in the clearing. The fire
giant’s voice washed over Alexander like an oncoming forest fire.

“You arrogant and foolish Midgardian. Do you have any
idea who you are speaking too? Face your wrath? Don’t think I don’t remember
you. You are one of the few beings who was lucky enough to escape me the first
time we fought. You will not be so lucky this time. By Hel’s will, I have been
given a second chance to finish the fight you started many years ago.”

“You think I’m afraid of you, giant?” Alexander
boasted, “I have faced hundreds of enemies and killed them all. Last time we
faced, we were in your realm, but now,” Alexander gestured around. “You are far
from Muspelheim. I have the advantage here.”

Surtr laughed and pointed his massive sword at
Alexander. “You truly don’t know what I am, do you? I cannot be killed by the
likes of you.”

Surtr blurred, moving with a speed no normal human
could track. But luckily for Alexander, he wasn’t a normal human. This also
wasn’t his first fight. Alexander had been waiting for Surtr to make the first
move and was ready for him. Surtr’s burning blade slashed through the air mere
centimeters from Alexander’s face as he dodged out of range. A blast of
scalding air washed over Alexander as Surtr’s blade sliced through the air.
Alexander rushed forward, relishing the speed his Berserker state granted him.
Alexander hoped to throw Surtr off by attacking him head on. Slashing upward,
Alexander attempted to split open Surtr’s unarmored stomach. Before the ax hit,
Surtr lashed out, kicking Alexander square in the chest, causing him to fly
backward. He slammed into a tree trunk with a bone crunching crack. Alexander
felt the ancient pine sway back and forth from the impact. Snow rained down
from the branches above, pelting him in wet kisses. Alexander struggled to
catch his breath. Damn, that hurt. I can’t afford to take too many hits like
that, Alexander thought. Struggling to his feet, Alexander felt every cell in
his body struggle with the pain. He suspected a few of his ribs cracked, but nothing
felt permanently damaged or out of place.

Luckily, years of training had taught Alexander to
never let go of his weapon in a fight. Even in his old age, he still had the
wherewithal to keep hold of it. Alexander used his ax as a crutch and looked up
at Surtr. His enemy hadn’t even bothered to follow up his attack; he just stood
there studying Alexander.

“You’ve grown old, Berserker. You weren’t a match for
me decades ago. You certainly aren’t one now.”

Alexander eyed the giant, “Ha, I’m just warming up,
Surtr. Before long I’ll have you running back through that bridge, crying to
whoever sent you here,” Alexander boasted. However, deep down he knew he was
finished. That kick had hurt him more than he cared to admit. His back was
ablaze with pain and his legs felt like wet noodles. I must have damaged my
spine when I hit the tree, Alexander thought. “This fight will be over before I
get a chance to heal,” Alexander grumbled.

Alexander eyed the fiery giant and quietly thanked the
gods he had the foresight to leave a letter to his Berserker heir. He had
wished he could have had more time with his daughter and grandson. He’d wanted
to introduce them to the idea of realms, gods, and supernatural creatures
slowly, but as with all great plans, it fell apart. Alexander could only hope
they would find the journals.

There is no way this attack is random, Alexander
thought. A being such as Surtr doesn’t leave his realm unless provoked, and for
a bridge to open right in his backyard, linking Muspelheim to Midgard – it was
too much of a coincidence. The gods were moving against each other; he could
feel it.

Wincing in pain, Alexander steeled himself.

Whispering reverently, Alexander breathed into the icy
wind, “Odin, Allfather, my time on this mortal plain has come to an end. I, one
of Thor’s anointed, choose to die with an ax in hand, and can only hope to be
welcomed into the halls of Valhalla.” A raven cawed an answer to Alexander’s
prayer somewhere in the trees. Even though Surtr was far stronger than him,
Alexander couldn’t just roll over and die. That wasn’t the Berserker way.
Taking a deep breath, Alexander took a two-handed grip on his ax, feeling the smooth
grip of the handle form perfectly to his weathered and calloused hands. He
charged, bellowing a war cry. Surtr moved in as well, sensing the fight was
coming to an end. Surtr brought down his massive sword in an attempt to split
Alexander in two, but Alexander saw it coming and blocked the attack with his
ax. Sparks flew in all directions as the two blades met. Alexander’s ax blade
chipped and bent along the edge where it met Surtr’s sword, but that didn’t
faze Alexander.

Quick as lightning, Alexander swung for Surtr’s
outstretched forearm. Alexander thought he had scored a hit, but it merely
bounced off Surtr’s thick hide. Alexander, unwilling to relent, swung a
horizontal slash meant to take the giant in the knee, but Surtr’s burning blade
materialized and Alexander’s ax slammed edge first into the flat of Surtr’s
broadsword with a loud clang. The resulting tremor ran up Alexander’s hand and
arm, causing them to momentarily go numb. Dodging to the left, Alexander
averted a savage punch aimed for his head.

Alexander ducked and dodged Surtr’s onslaught. He
never gave up, always looking for an opening to attack. Spinning the ax between
attacks, Alexander continued to duck and dodge, waiting for the giant to make a
mistake. Alexander knew he couldn’t keep this up for much longer, but he
couldn’t waste his attack either.

Alexander backed away. Overconfident, Surtr grew
bolder with each attack and was swinging wildly. Just as he had hoped,
Alexander’s opportunity came as he ducked under a slash meant to take his head
off at the neck. Ducking under the smoldering blade, he stepped in as Surtr’s
blade slammed into an ancient pine tree. The force of Surtr’s blow nearly cut
the massive tree in half, but luckily for Alexander, the blade stopped
three-fourths of the way through.

It only took him a second, but that was all the time
Alexander needed. Alexander knew this was his only chance, and he swung with
all his might. His blade hit Surtr in the stomach. Sparks fluttered to life as
Alexander’s ax impacted Surtr’s hardened skin. A look of shock crept across
Surtr’s face; Alexander’s blade carved out a shallow cut. Surtr blurred,
attacking faster than Alexander thought possible. Not knowing where the attack
was coming from, Alexander flung himself backward, but it wasn’t fast enough.
Surtr’s blade buried itself deep into Alexander’s right shoulder.

Alexander crumbled, falling to his knees as Surtr
pulled the blade free in a spray of blood. Alexander’s vision blurred. Through
the pain, Alexander focused on a thin trickle of molten orange blood seeping
out of the cut chiseled into Surtr. Surtr followed Alexander’s gaze and looked
down. He dabbed lightly at the bleeding wound.

In his grave voice, Surtr intoned, “You are the first
to injure me in decades. Be proud as you go to your death.” He heaved the sword
above his head, “Give my regards to the Aesir. Their rule over the realms has
ended. Ragnarok begins.” Reverently, he brought his sword down for the killing

Alexander, broken and bleeding, moved on reflex,
brought up his ax in an overhead block, but it wasn’t enough. Knowing that his
time had finally come, Alexander hoped he had made his ancestors proud and that
his family would be ready for what was to come. The Berserker mantle that he
had held for so long would finally pass on.

A flutter of wings and a caw from the onlooking raven
were the only sounds in the silent forest as Alexander slumped back, dead.
Surtr took a long moment to stare down at his fallen foe before turning and
disappearing through the bridge.



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Author Interview:

1. What inspired you to write this book? 

The idea for Awakening first came to me back in 2016. I was at home with my girlfriend, Amy. We had just decided to give the History channel’s show Viking’s a try and in the first scene, the main character Ragnar has a vision of Odin during a battle. That’s when the idea hit me, wouldn’t it be cool if there was a modern day Viking story where the Norse gods were real, I thought as the character Ragnar turned away from Odin and started fighting again. I have always had an interest in mythology, especially the Norse pantheon. After a few weeks of research, I felt I had learned enough to begin outlining the plot of my story. Then as I would commute to work I would expand on my ideas while in traffic, playing out different plot lines and stories in my head. Once I felt I had a good mental overview of where I wanted my story to go, I sat down during my lunch break at work and began writing Awakening

2. Is there anything that surprised you about getting your first book published?

How stressful the  publication process is. Luckily for me I had the help of a phenomenal editor that walked me through the publishing process, but even with her help, I was a mess of nerves during the final steps of the publishing process. The reason for my nerves was when I ordered my first proof for my book from a printing company, the book arrived missing the first fifteen pages. Which, from an outside observer might not seem so bad, it was just a proof, some may say. No one saw it so no worries. Which is true, but it also showed me that even with all the printing companies safeguards, mistakes can still happen. And in our modern world you really only get one chance to make a good first impression. To hook a potential reader for life and god forbid there was a printer error like that when my book went live, it could end me even before my writer career begins. So for those first few days after my book went live, I was a nervous wreck. I kept expecting to see a comment pop up on Amazon or receive a text from a friend saying there was something wrong with my book. Thankfully nothing went wrong and I can now move on to the next stage in an authors life, the nervousness of hoping people enjoy their story, ha ha.

3. How hard was it to write a book like this and do you have any tips that you could pass on which would make the journey easier for other writers?

I personally did not find the actual writing of the book to be that hard. I very much enjoyed that part. There is a joy to building the world your book is set in. Then exploring it through writing. A tip I found useful was to pick a specific time each day to sit down and write. It helps you get into the habit of writing. Then after a week or two of following your routine, you will find that it gets easier and easier to switch your brain into creative mode.  Another tip is before you start your writing block, check your email, Instagram, Twitter and whatever social media feed you use one last time, then turn off your WiFi. That way there will be no push notifications to distract you or pull you out of the zone.  Hopefully with the WiFi disconnected, it will also discourage you from surfing the web. This one is definitely easier said than done and to this day I still slip up, but it is a good habit to get into.

4. What are your immediate future plans? 

I wish I could clone myself several times over so I could fully devote myself to the numerous stories I want to write. But alas, there is only one of me, so I have to shelve the many book ideas I have until I have completed The Berserker Chronicles. I recently finished my second draft of Ascension and am hopeful to have the book ready to be published around this time next year.

 5. What was your favorite part of writing this book?

That’s a tough one to answer, but if push comes to shove, I would have to say the world building aspect of writing my book. During Leif’s quest for vengeance he travels to several beautiful and strange realms in his universe and one of my favorite pastimes in the early stages of writing Awakening was to close my eyes and imagine I was Leif walking through the realms for the first time. Feeling the breeze from the Alfhiem forest on my face or the oppressive heat of the lava rivers on Muspelheim. I absolutely loved it. It made the realms more real to me and hopefully for my readers as well

Kevin D. Miller is an attorney in Southern California who spends his two hour commute listening to Science Fiction and Fantasy books on Audible or dreaming up plots for future book ideas. When he isn’t working, Kevin can be found spending time with his girlfriend Amy, and their two dogs Pepper and Riley or hiking and kayaking in Big Bear.







Spotlight & Excerpt: Theft Between the Rains + Author Interview & Giveaway

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Theft Between the Rains
by Luba Lesychyn
Genre: International Art Theft Mystery

What would you do if you worked at a reputable international museum and art works listed as still missing since WWII began showing up on your doorstep?

That’s the substance of the newest urban art theft thriller Theft Between the Rains by Luba Lesychyn.

Drawing on her more than 20 years at Canada’s largest museum, Luba reintroduces many of the affable and quirky characters from the prequel, Theft By Chocolate. Also resurrected is the malicious art thief who has been on the world’s most wanted criminal list for decades.

Theft Between the Rains takes readers behind the scenes at museums and to parts unknown of Toronto. And with water being a character unto its own, Luba uses both humor and thriller elements to weave a page-turning story while simultaneously illustrating how changing weather patterns and flash flooding are impacting metropolitan centers globally.


“We are coming to yet another fascinating area of the facility. And it is one of the more recent additions to the building,” said Walter.

“Holeeeeeeeee,” said Marco. “This is straight out of some Sci Fi B movie.”

“It is something,” said Walter.

Before us were shelves full of jars – large jars, small jars, roundish jars, square jars – all containing clear liquid and specimens of every conceivable sort. I turned on my phone’s flashlight app, and the illuminated sight before me was truly haunting. Hundreds, probably thousands of fish, sea life, and land creatures floated lifelessly in their ghostly containers. Those whose bodies were turned in our direction seemed to be staring directly at us with beady eyes.

“All of these specimens are suspended in alcohol. If ever there was anything you wanted to learn about aquatic creatures, this is certainly the place to do so. Everything is organized by genus and species. They are whole specimens, and they have been stained to feature various elements. As you can see, the fish turn translucent when preserved, but with the dyes, one can make out the nervous or circulatory systems, for example.”

“Cool,” said Marco.

“I seem to recall we had no choice but to move all this off site?” I said.

“Yes, indeed. Because of their extraordinary weight, they cannot be stored on upper levels without adding costly structural supports. At the same time, if they’re stored below grade, there’s a heightened risk of explosion.”

Author Interview:

☂️ Tell us a little about how this story first came to be. Did it start with an image, a voice, a concept, a dilemma or something else?

When I wrote my first book, Theft By Chocolate, about a woman looking for chocolate, love and an international art thief in all the wrong places, I never intended it be anything more than a stand-alone story. Just in case, I had left a few plot points open-ended and when my readers kept nudging me about a sequel, some inspiration for Theft Between the Rains came from a couple of documentary films.

When I saw Lost Rivers, a film about how cities have undergrounded their urban rivers and streams and use them as part of their sewage systems, I was reminded of the fact that the Royal Ontario Museum, the setting of my first book (and an institution where I had worked for more than 20 years), is situated above a well-known creek.

Subsequently, after viewing the documentary The Rape of Europa, about the plunder of art during World War II, I had an epiphany. I came up with the notion about what my lead character, Kalena Boyko, would do if art work listed as still missing since World War II started showing up on her doorstep. I then started to create various scenes that would tie the story to lost river settings in the city of Toronto and decided to use water and storms as the primary motif throughout the book.

☂️ What, if anything, did you learn when writing the book?

Much of my research involved going on the Toronto Green Community’s Lost Rivers walking tours and on ROMWalks, guided city walking tours led by volunteers of the Royal Ontario Museum. I grew up outside of Toronto, so I learned so much about the city’s captivating local history. And while researching art work stolen during World War II, I couldn’t believe the amount of pillaging that had taken place not just by the Nazis, but by Allied forces as well.

☂️ What surprised you the most in writing it?

It was unfathomable to me to learn that there is still approximately $37 billion worth of treasures and various forms of loot confiscated and stolen during WW II that is still hidden around Europe, including $93 million in silver and jewelry hidden somewhere in the hills surrounding the castle of Wewelsburg in northeast Germany and $100 million in gold apparently dumped in Lake Walchen near Munich.

☂️ What does the title mean?

I wanted to keep the word “theft” in the title to link it to the first book and hint at the book’s subject matter about art theft. And because so much of the story in Theft Between the Rains involves rain storms in some shape or form, whether getting caught in a storm or escaping a storm, I thought it would be a fitting title. It’s one of those titles that makes more sense once you’ve read the book.

☂️ Were any of the characters inspired by real people? If so, do they know?

Most definitely, and mostly yes. I was inspired by many of the loveable and eccentric people I worked with at the Royal Ontario Museum and I have talked to most of the people who inspired specific characters. Other characters are drawn from people that I might have known much more casually, like the museum security guard Marco who was inspired by a former neighbor with whom I lost touch years ago. And the drainer Benny or Benedetta (an intrepid subterranean explorer and keeper of buried rivers) was inspired by a good friend of mine who is a natural beauty and great at just about everything she does – I think the friend was both touched and flattered when I told her she was my muse for the character.

☂️ Do you consider the book to have a lesson or moral?

I seem to become more of an activist the older I get and I wanted to use the story to raise awareness about many different topics including climate change, daylighting urban waterways and separating them from sewage processing, and restoring buried rivers to their original purpose thereby benefitting generations to come.

In my home base of Toronto, we are seeing urban flooding like never before and, besides the fact that we are experiencing super storms due to our warming climate, we have paved over green spaces and waterways that once used to carry excess water to Lake Ontario. It’s a common phenomenon in metropolitan areas around the world and I wanted to bring attention to it because daylighting these water systems could help reduce this kind of flash flooding. As is evident, the messaging in my book comes from a place of environmentalism.

☂️ What is your favorite part of the book?

There’s a scene that takes place at an iconic water treatment plant in Toronto that was built in the 1930s. It’s a huge compound of buff brick, stylized frescoes, and arching windows, and it’s hard to fathom that this gorgeous Art Deco building is a fully functioning water filtration plant that provides Toronto with almost half of its water supply. It was a pleasure describing it in the book but, in terms of the plot, I was able to build in a lot of tension as well as humor.
I have to add that one of the final scenes in a ghost subway station (a station built in downtown Toronto that was decommissioned soon after it opened) is also close to my heart, again, for the thriller elements I was able to incorporate into the story.

☂️ Which character was most challenging to create? Why?

I had introduced Walter, the museum librarian, in the first book as a secondary character, but he plays a much bigger role in Theft Between the Rains. He is a walking encyclopedia and knows everything about a lot of things. So, I used him to bring out the history or background about places, people, and objects. But it was tricky trying to determine when his descriptions sounded false or inauthentic. I personally know people who are like that, but I wasn’t sure if most readers would buy into his character.

☂️ What are your immediate future plans?

I just recently started a new book that is quite different from the first two. It still falls into the mystery genre and is set in the world of museums, but it’s a paranormal tale about souls that meet in more than one lifetime. I’m also developing a work that will be a memoir/fiction blend about my family’s experiences as first-generation Canadians. And finally, I will soon be launching a blog series about memory and isolation inspired by the current world circumstances.


Author Bio and Links:

Luba Lesychyn is a popular Toronto-based mystery writer, a graduate of the Humber School for Writers, and a respected author in the library readings and events circuit.

In her two books, she draws from her more than 20 years of work experiences at the Royal Ontario Museum (Canada’s largest museum), and her time working for a private museum consulting firm to write humorous, international art theft thrillers featuring amateur sleuth Kalena Boyko. Her newest book, Theft Between the Rains, is a sequel to Theft By Chocolate (about a woman looking for chocolate, love and an international art thief in all the wrong places) published in 2012 by Attica Books and launched in Canada and the UK.

Luba currently spends her time writing and virtually touring Theft Between the Rains in which lead character Kalena Boyko returns to find herself pulled into international art theft intrigue when masterpieces missing since WWII start appearing on her doorstep.




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