So are L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves...
L’Wren, Hawk And The Doves….
L'Wren? Hawk? Doves?
L’Wren came to me first just as a name which seems to be a genuinely acceptable version of Lauren, the feminine of Lawrence, both of which derive from the Latin word for a bay tree.
Bay leaves are green, of course, so L’Wren had to be green too didn’t she?
There it was then, a blank page with the name of a green girl on it…
Hawk just swooped in - well, he would swoop wouldn’t he? He was plainly in some sort of juxtaposition to L’Wren based on his name alone - a wren being a tiny songbird, small, and brown whereas a hawk is a big fearsome, noble thing.
Opposites attract though, so I went with a bit of gender stereotyping. L’Wren stayed female while Hawk became very male.
And the most male thing a boy can do is… be a starship captain! Then he gained the first name Saker, which is an Arabic word meaning falcon.
You could argue that his name translates as Hawk Hawk? But I'd get upset if you did.
The Doves flew into the title as already having two very different birds flapping about in my head I realised that there were some more. The conflict aspect that sprang to mind of having a hawk and a wren seemed to be calling out for a peaceful resolution... hence doves were required. However, I shifted the conflict to a different planet and decided that my doves would also be from another world. Their role then grew until they were interplanetary peace-keepers, flying in to resolve a conflict that had proved all but impossible to deal with.
So.... what's it all bout?
Well, it's really just a standard boy meets girl who both meet boy and girl who might be girl and boy while boys and girls fight it out over boys being boys and girls being girls thing.... in space.
Well, maybe – I wanted to challenge preconceptions about a number of things.
It's a daft idea that gender and sexuality are a social constant across the universe so my two worlds in L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves have totally different views on the subject.
I'll let you read the book to find out what the twist on the Dove's home planet of Turacoena is (no spoilers here) but the war, on the planet Ourania, that the doves are seeking to bring an end to is all about gender.
Ourania is divided by gender, with rigid social and geographical structures in place. Gender is everything yet sexuality, because of this, is flexible. Within their respective social and geographical confines homosexuality is the norm and outside heterosexuality is expected.
It makes total sense on Ourania, trust me.
Into the mix comes the relationship between L'Wren and Hawk. They each have a past, and a future, and the Doves, with their innate empathy, bring challenges that neither of them expects.
And the Doves themselves – well, they have their own past and a secret they need to keep.
If your emotions could be felt by another, if the desires you kept hidden were revealed and reflected back on you would you deny and control those needs?
And if sexuality and gender aren't what they seem does it change who you are?
A snippet – L'Wren ponders her feelings for Hawk and the emotions arising from meeting the Dove, Anchises:
It had been hard sitting next to Hawk in the briefing room with the Turacoenan opposite. She’d wanted to just get her hands and mouth on Hawk and take up where they’d left off before they’d docked at Halo Five. Mission protocol was always a challenge, but this time it was even harder.
Maybe the presence of Anchises hadn’t helped. He was undoubtedly a beautiful specimen of a man. He was totally masculine, yet there was a subtle androgyny about him. She found him really quite intriguing, particularly the femininity aspect. His mouth, the softness of his lips. Their shape took her a long way back, to her first-ever kiss—and that had been with a girl. Would kissing Anchises be like kissing her schoolgirl crush? She’d never kissed another girl since, but the thought had crept into her fantasies now and then. Once it had even found its way into her imagination as she’d been in the throes of passion with Hawk. The fleeting image of Hawk being replaced by a girl as he’d so diligently applied his lips and tongue had not been unwelcome. Perhaps a girl might be more gentle yet insistent. She might know when to move from…there to…there then…oh, there.
Not that she’d told him, of course. Maybe one day she might share that with him. One day.
Anchises wasn’t quite as tall as Hawk, but both men were plainly fit and firm—and hot. She was physically attracted to him, as well as emotionally, and that had surprised her. Her thoughts had wandered to kissing Anchises’ feminine mouth while Hawk took her and sated the desire that still made itself known in the warmth of her pussy.
This wasn’t going to be easy. She needed a kiss and to come, at the very least.
Catch up with Faberge on –