Getting to Know Lynn Lorenz – Post + Giveaway

October 10, 2016

Getting to Know Lynn Lorenz

Hello! I’m a new to DSP author, but not new to publishing. I have over 30 books/novellas as Lynn Lorenz, writing gay romance and another ten or so het books under another name.

I’ve won awards, been a best seller on ARe and Amazon, but I’ve had my ups and downs. I’m so honored to have DSP re-release some of my books and I’m very impressed with everyone I’ve dealt with at DSP. Thanks!

In case you don’t know me, I’m originally from New Orleans, though I’ve been living in Texas for quite some time, like half my life now. My kids are Texans, but they have deep roots in my home city.

For a long time, I’d wanted to write, to celebrate, my hometown, New Orleans. It weighed on me, especially after Hurricane Katrina. My friends and family were impacted by this storm. It tore families apart, decimated a city, and yet, the courage and determination of the people to rebuild, to restore Nola to the beauty it had been, inspired me.

So I began writing a series of novellas set before, during and after Katrina.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s Waffles and Wings is one of the first ones I wrote. Charlie’s Mission came soon after. I heard not only my friends’ stories, but my family’s stories, about the events, the destruction, and the situations people found themselves in and how they survived.

Believe me, I didn’t have to stretch too far to find plot bunnies, or in Nola, plot nutria.  They’re sort of like bunnies on steroids and they swim in the canals all around the city. I heard about the men from the city’s homeless shelters, who were bused out to places like Baton Rouge, before the storm, and who chose to come back and help rebuild, despite having nothing.

The characters, Tony and Scott, and their experiences, are mixtures of men I knew, who had survived despite Katrina’s best, and came out the dirty side of the storm, stronger and more alive than ever.

New Orleans

During the storm, my father, who lived in Metairie off Veteran’s Blvd and Powers Blvd, came to live with us. His apartment was on the second floor, but he’d evacuated to our home in Katy, outside Houston. He lived with us for six months, as the city recovered enough to let citizens back in. He was one of the fortunate people, he had a home to come back to, on the second floor, with no flooding. But with no electricity for three to four months, and no one there to clean up, you can imagine the state of the place when he returned. Mold covered everything, because New Orleans grows mold like nobody’s business. The contents of the fridge had liquefied and oozed out, all over the kitchen floors. The smell was…unforgettable.

He was in his late 70’s and the entire time he lived with us, all he wanted was to go back home. New Orleans is like that. It calls to you, captures you and won’t let you go. I knew a lot of people while I lived there who never strayed farther than say Lafayette or Biloxi. No reason, they’d tell you. Got it all right here. Ya, you rite!

So he went back, cleaned the place up, even the duct work was black with mold. Nothing my brother or I could say to him would make him stay one day longer than he needed. He’d call once a week to a neighbor, who stayed, believe it or not, and check to see if the power was on, and if they were letting people back into the city.

Rebuilding

When he got the “power’s on. Water’s on, but you can’t drink it” message, he was packed and heading home.

New Orleans calls to me too. It’s like it’s in my DNA. Certain times of the year, I think, hey, who’s playing at the Jazz Fest, when does Mardi Gras start, who’s riding in the parades that I know, it should be time for the French Quarter Festival.

And of course, the food really calls my name. Every time I go back, I have my dining schedule set. Where I’ll eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner and with which of my friends who still live there. My dreams are filled with fried shrimp po’boys, muffalettas, snowballs, grits and shrimp or grillades, gumbo, roast beef… my favorites.

And every time I go back, I take a ride to the lakefront, where the 17th Street canal broke its levee. A little stroll down memory lane, of the destruction still marring the city. The blocks of neighborhoods where houses are missing and you can see from one block to another through the gaps.

So these two books, they are a part of me and the city that care forgot.

I know what it means to miss New Orleans.

 

Can you tell me about the place you miss the most? One lucky commenter will an ebook copy of On the Streets of New Orleans.

 

Check out On the Streets of New Orleans today!

 

On the Streets of New Orleans by Lynn Lorenz

Blurb:

Breakfast at Tiffany’s Waffles and Wings

A year after Hurricane Katrina, Scott is back in the city he loves, the city that offered him sanctuary from rural Louisiana and its prejudices, but living in a homeless shelter can be almost as dangerous as the streets.

The storm cost Tony his family, his home, and his direction in life. Now he’s squatting and stealing to make ends meet, and he’s lost all hope of things getting better.

When Scott and Tony meet, they realize it’s time to stop merely surviving. It’s time to start living again. Together.
Charlie’s Mission

Charlie is an ex-addict plagued by memories of the past. He’s doing penance working at a homeless shelter, staying away from men, drugs, and anything resembling happiness. He’s convinced he doesn’t deserve more.

Devon is determined to keep the dealers out of his neighborhood. No one operates there without his permission. When he brings a sick young man who was selling drugs to the mission, he meets Charlie and can’t stop thinking of the man with the haunted eyes. He’s determined to give Charlie a taste of pleasure, despite Charlie’s claims that he’s not worthy of it.

Author bio: 

Lynn Lorenz is an award-winning and bestselling author who grew up in New Orleans but currently lives in Texas, where she’s a fan of all things Texan, like Longhorns, big hair, and cowboys in tight jeans. She’s never met a comma she didn’t like, and enjoys editing and brainstorming with other writers. Lynn spends most of her time writing about hot sex with even hotter heroes, plot twists, werewolves, and medieval swashbucklers. She’s currently at work on her latest book, making herself giggle and blush, and avoiding all the housework.

Website: www.lynnlorenz.com
Twitter: @lynnlorenz
Facebook: Lynn Lorenz

8 Responses to “Getting to Know Lynn Lorenz – Post + Giveaway”

  1. Susan says:

    Hi Lynn. I was living in NO before Katrina but made the hard choice to move home to take care of aging parents. I’d been gone six weeks when Katrina hit. The house in Lakeshore I owned was totally destroyed, being two blocks from the lake. I would not have evacuated because I could not have found a hotel that would let me have my cats with me. So the little voice telling me it was time to leave literally saved my life!

  2. Ami says:

    I have not lived in a lot of places, of course. But couple of years ago I moved out of my parents’ house to my own. I guess sometimes I still miss living there, simply because I spent years there and it was a “house” (mine is an apartment now, different feeling altogether)

  3. Jillian Too says:

    I will always miss my grandparents’ home in Florida. We used to have fun there every summer. I loved the lazy days riding bikes and splashing in the pool.

  4. Debra Guyette says:

    I want to visit New Orleans one day and I will. I lived in Virginia for a bit and I really miss living there.

  5. Veronica says:

    Good question! I think I miss Connecticut the most. I grew up there and I loved having the four seasons.

  6. Trix says:

    I haven’t been to London in more than a decade, and I’d love to see all the museums and record stores again!

  7. Julie Small says:

    I have lived in my house for almost 40 years. Only moved from Houston to Cleveland when I married. I do miss the old neighborhood that I grew up in, but it has changed so much. My Dad lived there until 2 years ago when he came to live with me.

  8. susana says:

    I miss Dublin. I lived there for sometime when I was at University, and I fell in love with the city and the people. I went back a couple of times since, but it’s been ten years since my last visit and I would like to visit again soon.

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