Black Waltz Book Tour & Giveaway

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Black Waltz
by Yoshiyuki Ly
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance
As a
Black Waltz—a magical ballet dancer—Stella Azrith appears to
all as a composed, no-nonsense sorceress of notable talent. Yet she
is deeply dependent on her muse for far more than most artists,
complicating her relationships. Nyte Lysander is a suave, emotional
cellist who once struggled in her obsession to stay in Stella’s
world. She and Stella find one another again after a tumultuous
breakup, needing the other for reasons warped beyond the norm. Black
Waltz is a sprawling urban fantasy romance set 350 years after The
Scorpion’s Empress and 100 years after Venus and Lysander,
concluding the trilogy. Can be read as a standalone.
Searching for acceptance, Stella and Nyte learn to understand each other
strained only by disagreements past and unspoken. Nyte’s living
situation in the crime-ridden district of Maleficus in the city of
Eden pushes her and Stella to pursue better artistic opportunities
elsewhere. As they toy with the idea of exploring a power play
relationship, they learn about a greater evil that threatens the
Azrith and Lysander families. The true enemy twists on its head
through whirling rainstorms, driving Stella and Nyte to prove who and
what they stand for.
There can be no waltz for three.




Yoshiyuki Ly was born in San Diego, CA. Her pen name represents her
heritage and a unique, diverse outlook that reflects in her work. She
is a writer and a gamer, primarily inspired by thought-provoking,
well-written video games such as the Shin Megami Tensei, NieR, and
Drakengard franchises.

I had to stop myself from pulling Nyte inside with me.
“So…” she trailed off. “Stella…what do you wanna do—” Nyte gestured
between us; “—about this?”
And yet I had to be honest with her.
“I miss you,” I admitted.
“You do…?”
I reached up, wrapping my arms about Nyte’s lean shoulders. I palmed
the space between her shoulder blades with one hand; the back of her head
with the other, trailing my nails through her short hair. The smoothness of her
slicked back locks was such a lovely contrast to the precise, trimmed strands
of her fade along the sides.
Nyte moved into me as she held my waist. She let me cradle her head in
my hand, backward, as she breathed along my ear. I heard her comfort. I
listened to the way she lost herself in my hold. I felt the slight tremble of her
body against mine. Nyte tried to control herself, now that she had fallen past
her pride.
As much as I loved this, I couldn’t linger here. Conflicting forces worked
to confuse me. I wanted Nyte. I wanted her.
But I couldn’t live in both worlds: here, in this undeniable closeness
with her, and there, onstage, or practicing, or simply in my room, fantasizing
about all the ways I knew how to express myself with dance. The one thing
that drove me, that moved me, was my muse, as the one flame that burned
endlessly within me.
There was no danger of that fire extinguishing because of an argument.
This was the only constant I had.
People, myself included, couldn’t help disappointing others. I didn’t
blame them for that.
With Nyte, I didn’t trust that I could set this obsession with dance aside.
I couldn’t set this aside for her. I couldn’t replace this space with my feelings
for her. I couldn’t be present for her, completely.Someone else could. It was only a matter of time before Nyte found that
perfect woman for her.
Holding Nyte like this broke my heart. I knew I couldn’t possess her, no
matter how strongly I felt. It wasn’t fair of me to want her like this. It wasn’t
right for me to stand in her way. All of this tore at me, far deeper than only
breaking my heart. I held myself together only by the grace of her arms
around me.
Nyte pulled away, giving me a solemn look of worry. “What is it?” she
asked. Bits of emotion escaped through her eyes as but a flash of light. “Stella,
you know I still care about you. I think I made that obvious… How do you
“I already wrote you two letters explaining how I feel.”
Her mix of outrage and shock confirmed, yet again, that she hadn’t read
what I sent.
“When?” she asked. “When did you send the letters?”
“About three months ago.”
“I would’ve read them right away!” insisted Nyte. Her eyes darted about
as she scoured her memory for clues. “You know my address… How come I
didn’t get them?”
“Perhaps you should ask Izzy,” I suggested. Nyte nodded in agreement.
“I also called you.”
Nyte checked her phone. “I probably didn’t recognize the number,” she
explained. “You changed yours.” She showed me the missed call from hours
ago. “This is you?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
Nyte hesitated. “Am I allowed to save this?” she asked. “To call you or
text you… I really want to.” I gave her the go-ahead. After she was done, she
added: “I’m sorry, too…about everything.”
“…I know. It’s all right.”
Another silence passed by.

I knew else what she wanted to ask.
“Stella, are you friend-zoning me?”
“Nyte, you already know the answer to that.”
“Because of your work…?”
I pulled at my hands, not wanting to get into this in person. “It’s more
than work.”
Nyte ran her hand through her hair, flexing the tips of her fingers over
her scalp. She knew what I meant, yet she didn’t know the complexity of the


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35 Replies to “Black Waltz Book Tour & Giveaway”

  1. The model you used for the cover has great form! I think it captures the preview of the story line real well.

  2. I think that the color of the dress stands out well against the darker colors of the background and goes well with the title of the book.

  3. The cover is stunning and curious. I want to know what it is about and know more about the beauty portrayed throughout the cover.

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