12 Sep 2014

Interview with Elemental Magic author Brynna Curry

Can you tell us a little about your latest book? 
Elemental Magic is the story of the Corrigan family’s quest to break a thousand year old spell.

What inspired you to write it?
I had the strangest dream. I must have been deeply sleeping because I could smell the heat of lightning on the rain-kissed air. Feel the wet grass under my bare feet. I was running to something but to what I didn’t know. I heard the heavy footsteps of someone behind me, chasing me. I seemed to run forever, then suddenly broke into a clearing at the top of a hill, overlooking the sea. There stood a circle of standing stones and a woman in a long blue sheath cinched in at the waist. Her hair was long, dark and curly. The wind and rain whipped wildly around her. She looked straight through me with eyes the color of storm clouds at him, the man who had been chasing me.
He looked like hell spawn, beautiful, tempting and deadly; moved with the grace of a jungle cat. Neither man nor woman acknowledged I was there, a spectator to the scene. She remained in the circle, while he seemed unable to cross into it. Speaking strange and beautiful words, the pair hurled magic at one other, both trying to win ground. And as she relented and dropped the shields surrounding the dance, he stepped inside the dance and I woke up. I began writing Earth Enchanted that morning.

How do you come up with character names? 
Names usually just come to me. Sometimes I research last names, but first names and nicknames are born with the character.

Name one of your all-time favourite books? 
Styxx by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Where is your favourite place to write? 
I like to write in my smushy recliner in the den with my cat, Asheron, curled up beside me.

What is your favourite movie that was based on a book? 
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone – I love the magical world Harry lives in and his disadvantaged upbringing only add to his appeal as the underdog. Gotta root for the underdog.

Name two of your favourite authors. 
Sherrilyn Kenyon and Nora Roberts

Tell us a random fact about yourself. 
I am a DIY’er. I have been known to tackle almost any home improvement project that needs doing. I installed the ceilings, plumbing, and flooring in our home. When something tears up, its usually me instead of Jackie that fixes it.

Who would play you in the movie about your life? 
Strangely enough, I haven’t a clue. They would have to be down to earth and southern.

Tell us an interesting fact about where you live. 
My hometown is famous for initiating the 911 emergency call system. (Haleyville, AL)

What are your (writing) plans for the future? 
I have a few projects going right now, but I'm focusing my attention on TEMPTING TAYLOR (Triple Star Ranch #2) which picks up the threads left intentionally in CLAIMING ANA and when I need a break from the suspense, CHARM OF LIGHT (Shadows of Seven #1) allows me to walk on the paranormal side with vampire Kail McKenna.

Tell us one thing that's on your bucket list. 
I want to visit Ireland and Scotland.

Who did you want to be when you were a kid? 
A singer, actress and writer (in no particular order)

Earth Enchanted
Blurb: Writer Liv Corrigan has the worst luck with men -- her telepathy tends to make them run for the hills. When she meets widower and ex-cop Jack Roarke, she decides to keep her talent hidden. Things are looking up until their third date crashes and burns as the man who murdered Jack’s wife turns out to be after him too.
Injured, Jack retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. But with Liv’s mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief killer to stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for their hearts!

Excerpt #1
No light reached here in the bowels of the city. The air was thick with the stench of garbage, smoke, and prostitution for those lovely people who didn’t care enough to rent a room.
Summer heat in northern Alabama, the thermometer had been bursting at 103 degrees by noon, made the smell walk like a living thing. Sissy passed her penlight beam over the building’s brick wall. Graffiti announced the sort of things one human being could do to another. ‘Mickey,’ Jack’s informant, always showed on the signal, but not this time. He had a gut feeling to grab his wife, turn and run as hard and fast as he could. The premonition flashed through him dark and heavy.
Copper, the raw taste of fear, slid over his tongue. Both drew, half expecting to find the informant dead, definitely to find trouble. Neck deep in a suspected smuggling ring, they’d had their share of scrapes lately.
Jack screamed at her and his dream self, though he knew she couldn’t hear him.
“Run, baby, please.”
Why? Why do I have to watch over and over again? His heart and soul cried out from the wrenching pain. Please, God, have mercy! Just let me die with her this time.
He finally felt the prickles of warning on the back of his neck. The nauseating pain spread from the base of his skull to his temples and lastly in front of his eyes. Finally able to see the threat, Jack knew, the vision came far too late. Someone was watching them, unseen from high atop the neighboring building.
“Get out, Sissy!” Jack screamed. “It’s a trap! Run!” He fired two shots in the direction of his unknown attacker.
Three shots pealed through the dark. Two pinged off the brick. She turned toward his shouted warning and barely had time to call out before the third slammed into her chest. Dazed, she clutched her breast.
Jack returned the fire instinctively, getting off another six rounds, before the gun dropped from his hand. A dark stain spread across her white silk dinner blouse. He caught her as she cried out and crumpled to the ground. He pressed his hand over hers, a futile attempt to staunch the wound.
All that blood, so much gushing out of the hole in her heart. Oh, God!
It pulsed and dripped across her hand where his ring rested on her slim finger. An hour ago, it had seemed they had a lifetime to live, love, but now they might have minutes only. Maybe not even that long. He’d seen men die, had killed before, but nothing compared to watching the woman he loved bleed to death in his arms. There wasn’t anything he could do.
“Help us! Somebody!” He rocked her back and forth gently, and dug his cellphone out of his pocket. The alley fell silent. Her attacker had accomplished his mission.
Another vision came, along with a sickening sense of loss. She would be gone before help would come. Helpless, Jack fought back the drowning tears and grief he already felt, and lied to her. “It’s going to be all right, Sissy, just hold on to me.” He stroked her hair, kissed her cheek. She shuddered in his arms as though she’d never be warm again. He dialed 9-1-1. “Detective Jackson Roarke. I need a bus at…” He rattled off the address. “Officer down, I repeat officer down. Bullet wound to the chest. Hurry, damn it!”
“Don’t lie to me. I’m as good…as dead. You see it.” Her breath hitched as blood gurgled from her throat and stained her lips.
“Catch them for me, Jack. Promise me.” She clutched his shirt, pleading.
“I will, but you’ll help me. You’ll be there to help me.”
She nodded.
He looked back toward the gaping mouth of the alley. Where were the medics? He couldn’t panic, couldn’t afford to let his mind go frantic. Maybe he was wrong and what he saw wouldn’t come to pass. When he was about to give up all hope, the screaming sirens ripped the night air. Help was here. His vision had to be wrong, born of panic instead of the gift. Serena must live.
“Almost here.” She was so cold. How could she be so cold already?
“I love…Jack…tell…Sorry.”
“Don’t say it, not now.”
“Live.” She whispered, “Just live.”
He felt Serena’s spirit leave her body before fingers left a trail of blood to mix with his tears. Her bright green eyes lost their spark, faded and then saw nothing. His vision had happened. Serena Roarke was dead.
He shook her, rocked her, begged and pleaded. He cursed God and the devil, but she was beyond him now. Jack looked down to the bright red covering the concrete, her and him. Never again, he thought. Even though he wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. He tossed his shield on the ground, where their weapons lay in her pooling blood. Cradling his dead wife in his arms, Jack curled into a ball, rocked her lifeless body, and sobbed inconsolably.

About the Author: Brynna Curry was born south of the Mason-Dixon Line. After living all over the southern states, she finally landed in North Alabama where she lives with her husband and their three children. Growing up, books fueled her dreams and imagination, ultimately becoming her salvation during the hardest times in her life.Writing is her passion, but she enjoys the fun of sharing those stories with others by reviewing books and working in publicity.
When she isn’t writing or promoting, she’s often found haunting the library for new books to read or just spending an quiet evening at home with Jackie watching old westerns on TV. Although her wizards, shifters and vampires are as real to her as anyone, she insists love is the truest magic and with it every day is another wonderful adventure.

Giveaway: $10 Amazon or B&N gift card to be given away on 10/1 during the kickoff of 31 Days of Halloween
1 digital copy of series
3 digital copies of Earth Enchanted
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