Location, Location, Location.
Or, Where on Earth is Tiddy Widdy Beach?
Thanks for having me on your blog as part
of the “Mythica” blog tour! It’s great to be here and I hope readers
The book is set in the state in which I
live—South Australia. The center of the action takes place in a real beachside
town with the real name of Tiddy Widdy Beach. TWB is about 3kms from the larger
beachside town of Ardrossan, which is another place that the characters spend
time in. Ardrossan has all the conveniences you could want—shops, pubs, cafes,
restaurants, bank, post office—and Tiddy Widdy Beach doesn’t. TWB is just
houses, a few roads, (and not all of them are sealed/tarmac), some scrub, sand
and the sea. So why choose TWB for the main location instead of Ardrossan?
The answer to that is very simple. I chose
it solely because of the name.
Australia is home to some truly fantastic
named towns and localities. Many of them are taken from Aboriginal words and
the language of the tribes who came from that particular area; many are made up
from our colonial history or from places in England. Some got their names from
Aussie slang terminology. Tiddy Widdy Beach is one of the former, from the
original Aboriginal name for the area which was Tiddy Widdy Ned. There was a
well there, once upon a time, so the tribal elders say, and when the colonists
arrived in the Yorke Peninsula, they built around that well before spreading
out and settling up and down the coast. Unrelated, there’s also a local winery
named Tiddy Widdy Beach, who, Google tells me, sell their reds overseas in the
UK, Europe, China and the US, so if you buy a bottle and try it, let me know
what it’s like!
The original people of the area, the
Narungga, also called the area Tittiwitti for the coastal springs that provided
the fresh water. This was the source of the Tiddy Widdy Well. These days, Tiddy
Widdy Beach, Ardrossan and surrounds are used both as holiday destinations, and
grain farming, pastoralism, dolomite mining (Ardrossan), and tourism. There is
a vibrant tourism scene in the whole of the Yorke Peninsula, and crabbing is
very popular at Tiddy Widdy Beach itself, while scuba diving is, I’m told,
fantastic down the bottom of the Yorke, within the Innes National Park.
Tiddy Widdy Beach is blessed not just with
a terrific name but with bright blue sea, pristine sand and a quiet, easy-going
lifestyle that to me was the perfect setting for “Mythica.”
Bottom Drawer Publications is proud to present Mythica
by L. J. LaBarthe,
a mm paranormal novel set in South Australia.
Date: September 20, 2014
MM Contemporary Paranormal
L. J. LaBarthe
Caiden Jones is part-selkie and lives an idyllic life by the sea in South Australia. He’s had his fair share of disappointments,
like being kept out of the Navy due to his mythica status, but overall he’s got a pretty good life. Until he’s in the wrong place at the right time.
Cai steps in to subdue an out-of-control minotaur and in the process suffers a serious injury to his ribs. As Cai struggles to
breathe, a gorgeous suit-clad sy’lph with mesmerising blue eyes races to his rescue. When it’s learned that the minotaur was poisoned, the sy’lph, Gray, makes it his personal mission to keep Cai and his family safe.
Cai has always harboured some resentment towards the sy’lph because of their easy acceptance into the community, so the
attraction he feels for Gray takes him by surprise. But how can they find out what this might mean when the lives of Cai and his family are endangered by someone closer than they realise?
“You haven’t claimed any
benefits . . . ah, oh wait, just medical. Very good. Well, that
all looks straightforward.” Miss Schroeder turned back to Caiden and smiled
another of those unsettling, shark-like smiles at him. “Thank you for coming
in, Mr. Jones, and don’t forget to let us know if your circumstances change . . .
or if you’d like to make use of counselling.”
“Okay.” Caiden paused. “Is that it for this
“Oh yes,” Miss Schroeder began, “it’s all
routine, and you know how these things are. We just need to dot the i’s and
cross the t’s, and—”
A blood-curdling scream cut her off, and
Caiden, like everyone else, spun around to look for the source of the sound.
His gaze fell on the horrifying sight of a mythica that was half-man,
half-creature, roaring loudly and clutching his head, crashing about the office.
“He’s gone crazy,” someone yelled.
“Get security! Shoot him with a tranq!” someone else shouted.
Caiden was moving before he realised.
Something was wrong here, something that security with their guns and mythica
tranqs wouldn’t fix. With his selkie-enhanced nose, he could smell a strange
odour, slightly sweet and nauseating coming from the direction of the mythica.
As Caiden leapt from his seat, the man turned, morphing from vaguely human to
his full mythica self—a minotaur. The creature’s arms had distorted, becoming
larger and more muscular, thick, black hair forced its way through the
previously smooth skin. Caiden heard the sounds of bones cracking and creaking
as the shape of the creature’s head changed, as tusks and a snout appeared,
horns atop its skull, and its jaw disgorged, becoming similar to that of a
“Great,” Caiden muttered. “A fucking
minotaur. Why isn’t it ever a pixie?”
The minotaur was bellowing, foam dripping
from his teeth as he swept his arms wide, smashing into the carpet-covered
dividers that separated the cubicles. They behaved like dominoes, falling down
in a comically slow slide, clattering with muffled thumps to the floor. The
minotaur raised his head and bellowed again, a sound that to Caiden’s ears seemed
to be full of fear rather than malicious intent.
The minotaur spread his arms out once more,
and this time his left fist connected solidly with a hapless young man in a
suit. The blow sent the young man flying through the air to crash soundly
against a concrete pillar in the waiting area, some twelve feet away. Grimly,
Caiden ran towards the minotaur and took a breath, willing his own mythica
reflexes not to fail him as he leapt, gymnast-like, and landed on the
minotaur’s muscled back.
The e-book is available for sale for $5.99 via the BDP
and other online booksellers
For more information:
About the Author
L. J. LaBarthe
L.J. LaBarthe is a
French-Australian woman, who was born during the Witching Hour, just after midnight. From this auspicious beginning, she went on to write a
prize-winning short story about Humpty Dumpty wearing an Aussie hat complete
with corks dangling from it when she was six years old. From there, she wrote
for her high school yearbook, her university newspaper, and, from her early
teens to her twenties, produced a fanzine about the local punk rock music
scene. She loves music of all kinds and was once a classical pianist; she loves
languages and speaks French and English and a teeny-tiny smattering of Mandarin
Chinese, which she hopes to relearn properly very soon. She enjoys TV, film,
travel, cooking, eating out, abandoned places, urbex, history, and researching.
L.J. loves to read complicated plots and hopes to do complex plot lines justice
in her own writing. She writes paranormal, historical, urban fantasy, and
contemporary Australian stories, usually m/m romance and featuring m/m erotica.
L.J. lives in the city of Adelaide, and is owned by her cat.
She can be found on the
Internet at the following places:
Paperback copy of Mythica
$10 BDP Voucher
3 x Mythica e-books