I Went to the Outer Banks—and Wrote Absolutely Nothing

By Lori Zaremba

I had plans.

Of course I had plans.

I was going to the Outer Banks for a week, and somewhere between packing sunscreen, beach chairs, enough clothing for three entirely different weather systems, and everything else we apparently require to temporarily relocate ourselves to the ocean, I thought:

I’ll get some writing done while I’m there.

I did not.

Not one chapter.

Not one scene.

I’m not even sure I opened the manuscript.

And you know what?

It was glorious.

I sat on the beach. I listened to the ocean. I laughed. I ate good food. I spent time with Ron. I watched waves roll in and remembered that there is an entire world outside the one constantly being created inside my head.

For someone who writes paranormal fiction, that revelation was almost supernatural.

Because writers have a strange habit of turning everything into work.

Vacation? Great place to write.

Beautiful sunset? Take a picture for social media.

Interesting stranger at a restaurant? Possible character.

Romantic evening? Wait—don’t say anything for a second. I need to put that line in my Notes app.

Sometimes you need to stop collecting life for stories and simply live it.

And that’s what I did in the Outer Banks.

No guilt. No word count. No imaginary demons demanding that I finish their story.

Okay, maybe a little guilt.

Lust Inducing Lilith is still waiting for me, after all. Vivian is probably tapping one perfectly manicured fingernail against a table somewhere, wondering where the hell I’ve been.

Lilith is undoubtedly plotting something inappropriate.

And Lars?

Lars is patient.

Thank God somebody is.

But I came home rested. Happy. Sun-kissed despite enough SPF to protect a small country. And ready to return to the fictional world I love.

I’ve spent a lot of time lately thinking about what it means to really live—not someday, not when the work is finished, not when everything is perfect.

Now.

The books matter enormously to me.

But so does this.

The beach. The laughter. The ridiculous selfies. The man sitting beside me. The memories we’re making while we still have the chance to make them.

Maybe I didn’t write anything in the Outer Banks.

But I lived.

And sometimes that’s exactly what a writer needs to do before she has something worth writing about.

Besides, I’m home now.

Vivian, Lars and Lilith…

I’m coming.

And apparently I have some explaining to do. 

— Lori

Vacation’s Over:

Lust Inducing Lilith

Is Heading Toward the Finish Line

By Lori Zaremba

Well, vacation is officially over.

I spent a glorious week in the Outer Banks doing something I apparently needed more than I realized:

Absolutely no writing.

No chapters. No edits. No wrestling with demons, witches, complicated men, or fictional women who refuse to behave.

But now I’m home, the laptop is open, the coffee is within reach, and Lust Inducing Lilith is calling me back.

And we are getting very, very close.

The Third Falcon Motor Witch Takes Center Stage

This time, the spotlight belongs to Vivian Songweaver.

Readers already know Vivian as the glamorous, sharp-tongued, potion-making member of the Songweaver coven. She can reinvent herself before most of us have decided what to wear for the day.

But underneath all that confidence is a woman who has spent a very long time deciding who the world gets to see.

Lilith has a way of finding exactly those hidden places.

Because this battle isn’t simply about defeating another demon.

It’s about desire.

What we want.

Why we want it.

What happens when wanting something becomes more powerful than reason.

And whether surrendering to every desire really makes us free—or simply gives someone else another way to control us.

And Then There’s Lars…

Oh, Lars Halvorsen.

I knew Vivian and Lars would have chemistry.

I underestimated them.

Their relationship became one of my favorite parts of writing this book because Lars isn’t simply another handsome supernatural man arriving to sweep a witch off her feet.

He challenges Vivian by doing something far more dangerous:

He sees her.

Not the hair.

Not the clothes.

Not the jokes, flirtation or carefully constructed confidence.

Her.

And for a woman who has spent much of her life reinventing herself, being truly seen might be more terrifying than anything Lilith can conjure.

At its heart, their story has become about something deceptively simple:

Desire is an impulse. Love is a choice.

That idea ended up becoming the heartbeat of the entire book.

So… Where Are We?

The story is written, and I’m deep in the stage where a manuscript stops feeling like something living inside my computer and begins feeling like an actual book.

I’m polishing scenes, tightening dialogue, checking continuity, proofing, and doing those final passes where changing one innocent sentence somehow leads to rewriting three paragraphs and questioning every decision I’ve made since 2011.

You know.

Writing. 

The cover is also coming together, and I cannot wait until I can finally show you what we’ve created for Vivian and Lilith.

The goal is a September 2026 release.

Which means September is about to get interesting.

The End of a Trilogy… But Not the End of the Magic

There’s something bittersweet about reaching this point.

Backstabbing Beelzebub began this adventure.

Sandbagging Surgat expanded it.

And now Lust Inducing Lilith brings Vivian’s story—and this Falcon Motor Witches trilogy—to its culmination.

These women grew far beyond what I originally imagined for them. Ursula, Morgan and Vivian became more than supporting characters from another series. They became a coven with their own histories, wounds, loves, powers and very questionable methods of dealing with demons.

And I’m not quite ready to say goodbye to their world.

Luckily…

I don’t think they’re ready to leave either.

There is still magic whispering around the edges.

But first, Vivian has a demon to deal with.

I had my week at the beach.

I’ve rested.

I’ve played.

I’ve successfully ignored my manuscript.

Now it’s time to finish this damn book. 

Thank you for reading, waiting, cheering me on and continuing to step into these strange worlds with me.

The story is almost ready.

The magic is just beginning.

Lori