Red Gone Bad Lucy Pireel
A collection of twisted fairy tales.
Once upon a time … Little Red Riding Hood took matters in her own hands And the miller’s daughter struck a flawed deal with Rumpelstiltsken In these–and two more–twisted fairy tales there are no happy endings and you’ll find out those heroines are not what you might expect
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, lived a girl named Cinderella and she loathed her sisters. Especially cleaning after them. The girls’ mother had died shortly after Cinderella’s birth. Their father blamed her for the loss of his wife. Uncaring of how her sisters treated Cinderella, he’d neglected her warnings.
“One day I will clean house,” she’d said once, after her sisters had ordered her to clean their wardrobes.
When the sisters had complained to their father about Cinderella’s lack of enthusiasm to help them, she’d muttered, “There will come a time where none of you can complain anymore.”
So, we need to talk about me? What is there to say? What can I say, too much, and probably not enough.
Let’s start at the very beginning. I was born in Brasil, and nowadays live in the UK, have a son who lives with his dad, not in the UK. I love to bake, and cook, but not to eat that much. That is, when I’m not writing, or reading. But gardening is yet another thing I enjoy. The gardening started when my son said, “Mommy, do tomatoes grow in the store?” I just had to show him where veggies and fruit come from and of course taking him to a farmer wasn’t cutting it. Nooo, I had to start a veg patch, but how to grow those delicate tropical things like eggplants and such? Right, enter a greenhouse, before I knew it I was growing 15 different types of tomatoes, three types of eggplants, 8 varieties of bell peppers and whatnot in the greenhouse, while outside there were more things growing and being eaten by little creatures that love fresh produce too. Since I vowed to grow everything organic, there was no poison entering our garden and I ended up with loads of butterflies and no—or hardly any—crop, because caterpillars have a right to eat too. But that’s besides the point, my son now knows fruit and vegetables grow on plants, bushes or trees. You’d think with working in the garden my daily exercise time is covered, but nope. Yoga, keeps me bendy and sweaty all the time, every time and the best thing? I get the greatest ideas when tied in a knot. You want to know even more about me? I mean, really? I’m not that interesting, honestly, I’m not! I’ve studied Law, but never tried a case, don’t tell a soul, but I have a thing with speaking in public, or rather against it. Have you ever had a swimming pool under your arms? Vocal cords that don’t work? A brain shutting down and not knowing how to form a cohesive sentence or remember what and how and why. Why, did I ever agree to stand here and make an arse of myself? What am I supposed to say to these people? That kind of jitters make it impossible to stand in court and successfully try a case. So, I got time in prison, on the right side of the table, fraternising with the wrong side of society, to run back to the office and type up briefs and whatnot. But then! A near wonder occurred, I became a mom! Yay! No more working long hours, no more being tough and relentless, instead I got in touch with my soft side and loved it. First you only sing as a mom. I never used gaga, lala, baby language, as soon as those little eyes began to look a tiny bit intelligent, it was reading real stories to the little critter. The moment he talked, he asked for more stories, other stories not those he’d heard already, and I began making them up myself. And my first stories were created, pirates and mayhem. Hey! It’s a boy, he wanted more than just a happy end, things needed to happen. From there the jump to darker tales was not hard to imagine and then combining traditional fairy tales with murder and mayhem was even more fun, and the first twisted fairy tale was born/conceived. It was a flash of Red Ridinghood, but not with a happy end. That wasn’t enough for me. More needed to happen, to more of those heroines and I wrote and wrote and rewrote and edited and polished and then hired a professional editor to get the last commas on their proper place and tighten up the lot. When a professional artist offered to create me a cover for this collection, I could no longer refuse to get into publishing. Resulting in my first self-published book Red Gone Bad, Fairy Tales or Not. Soon after the second followed and now Bound is out there. A BDSM novella starring an independent woman who loves to play games. Cover by my own hand. These days I create my own covers and learned how to edit, but still use a second and third pair of eyes before being confident enough to publish my work. I blog and feature other authors, because I know how difficult it is to get your work noticed in the vast sea of books out there. I try to keep up my reading and reviewing, also because we indies need reviews and such. And that’s me in a nutshell.