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Today I’m on the ‘The Calling of the Trinity’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
Brittany graduated from college with a degree in photography, and later became on obedience instructor. During the day, Brittany manages an FBO at a local hometown airport in Ohio and services aircraft. Writing has always been her greatest passion. She enjoys the outdoors and exploring new places in an endless quest to keep that artistic inspiration burning.
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Synopsis :
The fate of the supernatural world lies in the hands of the Trinity. Now that their powers have awakened, they’re one step closer to putting an end to the Darkness surrounding them. Or so they thought…
The death of Wren’s father brings an unsolicited visit from the Alpha Master of the Thornwood werewolf pack, and with it some troublesome news. Wren is faced with a decision that could mean the end of his life if he doesn’t choose wisely.
A mysterious book hidden in a secret room just might have the answers the Trinity is searching for. Perhaps with a little help from the past, a winged guardian, and new friends–the Trinity can persevere and rise against the Darkness.
Purchase Links:
Black Rose Writing
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Q&A :
Hi
First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂
Thank you for having me!
Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
I’ve been creating stories for as long as I can remember. I know that’s a typical response, but my mom can even attest to the fact that as soon as I could read/write, I was hand-writing stories with a Number 2 pencil and drawing pictures to go along with the scenes. It started out as a hobby, but I was never able to give it up so I decided to try and make something happen. I am also a canine obedience instructor, and one of my clients is a children’s author. I picked her brain about how to get started and bought myself a “Writer’s Market” book. A lot of time and hard work later, Black Rose Writing offered me a contract deal, and I accepted.
Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
Any and everything by Sarah Dessen.
Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
The aforementioned, Sarah Dessen, haha. She’s the literary queen of YA fiction in my mind. She’s utterly brilliant, as is everything she creates.
If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
Excellent question! I’m actually working on a YA post-apocalyptic novel right now and the male lead in that story is probably, to date, the most favourite character I’ve ever written. I’d choose him because he feels like an extension of someone I’d want to be like.
Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
I typically like to write in the mornings. I like the quiet, slow-moving hours when the world is still waking up and the chaos of the day hasn’t yet begun. I usually have tea or coffee with me, and maybe some relaxing music playing in the background.
Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
I draw inspiration from a lot of things. Music is a big one, but sometimes what I write starts as a thought about something and then my brain just carries it away. I haven’t published anything with characters based on people I know, though some personality traits have been selected to mimic certain people in my life. One of these days I’ll probably base some of my characters off people I know, but nothing to be worried about. 😉
Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
I write with a very loose skeleton outline. I usually know how I want things to begin, where drama will present itself, and peak, but I rarely know how everything will pan out when I first begin writing. Everything is subject to change.
Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
Don’t ever give up. When things seem overwhelming, allow yourself to take a break and focus on something else. Sometimes when things aren’t flowing properly for me, that’s usually an indicator that something I’ve written in the previous chapters needs to be cut or edited differently.
What are your future plans as an author?
I have the prequel to Awakening the Trinity almost edited which will probably be posted for everyone to read (free of cost) on my website: BrittanyEliseAuthor (dot com) I have plans to put that out into the universe this winter/spring. I’m currently writing the final book to close out the series, which will hopefully be out by next year. I’m working on a lot of new things right now too, so my attention is divided between novels and genres, but I hope it will all be exciting for my readers!
Last, but not least : Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?
Ooh, a teaser! A friend of mine suggested a scene from the book, so here’s a display of Quinn’s power from Chapter Twelve:
Courtney and Hailey pushed through the double-doors at the front of the courtyard, their arms linked together at the elbows. It was right about then that I heard a deep rumbling coming from around the bend. I looked up at the road as a group of bikers, clad in black leather jackets, slowed in front of the courtyard. Hailey lifted her manicured hand in a wave, pulling Courtney along as they hurried across the lawn to the parking lot. Beside me, Wren stiffened.
“Weres,” Blaire said, rubbing the goosebumps that trailed her arms. I noticed that her ring was glowing aqua.
“Thornwood,” I corrected. My stomach tightened as the group of five parked their bikes in the side lot. I picked Roy out of the bunch first. He was the only one with long hair; the wind had pulled a few strands loose from the ponytail fastened at the nape of his neck. I recognized a few of the others from the bar, but they’d remained in the shadows and hadn’t introduced themselves.
“Friends of yours?” Blaire asked acerbically.
“I wouldn’t call them friends. Pack your things away.” He meant the grimoire; I didn’t have to be told twice. I grabbed the notebook and the grimoire and stuffed them in my bag as the bikers, led by Hailey and Courtney, started making their way in our direction.
The back of their jackets were adorned with a large face of a wolf. Its jaws were parted in a menacing snarl, revealing sharp white teeth. Bloody roses covered in thorns formed the shape of parentheses on either side of the wolf’s head. Thornwood was written in bold letters across the back of their shoulders, and below the wolf’s head was the phrase: honor thy brothers with blood. I swallowed hard.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Wren Whelan,” the leader of their group said. He was shorter than the others but he was built like a tank. Bulky muscle jutted up from his shoulders, joining either side of his equally thick neck. He had short, spiky blond hair and eyes the mirror image of Hailey’s. He smiled and offered his hand to Wren.
“Maddox,” Wren said in greeting, shaking his hand. I remembered what Wren had told me about him–he was in Ryker’s inner circle, and possibly the pack Beta. Hailey was his younger sister. “What brings you out this way?” Wren’s tone was even and borderline unfriendly but Maddox didn’t appear addled in the slightest.
Maddox draped a big arm around Hailey and pulled her into his side. “Just came to check on my little sister,” he said. “I wanted to make sure she’s playing nice with all the new kids.” Maddox’s cool water gaze leveled with mine.
“Stop it,” Hailey said in a playful but annoyed sounding tone. “I haven’t bitten anyone… yet.”
Courtney laughed.
“Sorry I missed your father’s memorial,” Maddox said, shifting his eyes back to Wren. “I was away on business.”
“I heard that you’re still Ryker’s errand boy,” Wren commented in a detached sort of tone that made Maddox’s expression falter.
“I’m his second.” Maddox glowered, eyes darkening. Yep. Definitely the Beta.
“Oh, his second; well then I suppose I should congratulate you. It’s good to see all the ass-kissing finally paid off.”
Maddox sniggered, revealing a straight set of teeth. Wren had Maddox by a couple of inches in height, but Maddox’s bulk was nothing to take in stride. Wren was already treading very dangerous waters, squaring off with the Beta–especially one that was besieged by his pack brothers–was not in his best interests. I reached out, wrapping my palm around Wren’s wrist hoping that my touch would convey a reminder. Maddox saw this, and his eyes cut to me.
“You must be Quinn.”
“That’s right,” I said, forcing myself to hold his gaze.
“Ryker told me all about you,” he said in a tone that one might mistake for charm, but I heard the mocking nature in it. He pulled my free hand to his lips and brushed the back of my knuckles with a kiss that sent a shiver of disgust slithering down my spine. I pulled my hand free of his grasp and squared my shoulders as Wren bristled beside me.
“What do you want, Maddox?” Wren growled.
“Be nice to my brother, Wren, or you will be the first one I bite,” Hailey said with a smirk. She slipped out from under Maddox’s arm and grabbed Courtney by the elbow and started introducing her to the rest of the pack. I watched Courtney flirt with the guys, knowing that Hailey had pulled her away so Maddox could talk more freely with Wren.
“Ryker wants to know if you have an answer for him.” Maddox leaned up against the trunk of the maple tree, crossing his arms over his chest.
“So he sent you and four others to what–drag the answer out of me if I didn’t comply? He’ll have his answer tomorrow,” Wren said.
Maddox smiled even bigger. “We both know you’ve already made up your mind. We’re just here to remind you of your fate should you choose to concede.”
“Come on Summer Boy. You know what you need to do,” Hailey added. “You know what would be best for you.”
Rage flickered through my core. I took a step forward on instinct, but it was Blaire who wrapped a hand around my arm to hold me in place. My chest swelled with an icy heat, feeding the Darkness that was swelling in my amulet.
“Such fire,” Maddox commented, staring at me. “I can see why you like her, Wren. But is she really worth dying–”
Behind me, I heard the school bell ringing, signaling that our lunch hour had ended, and thankfully, cutting off the rest of Maddox’s words.
“Come on Hailey, I don’t want to be late for the student council meeting,” Courtney said, reaching for Hailey’s free hand as the two skipped away.
“Since you’re incessantly headstrong, Ryker told me to tell you that you have until sundown tomorrow night. Be at the bar, seven o’clock sharp with your answer.” Maddox pushed himself away from the tree trunk and the others flanked to his side. As he started walking away, he called over his shoulder, “I hope she’s worth it, Wren.”
My teeth ground together as my fists clenched at my sides. Fury surged through my body like a bolt of lightning and the sky above seemed to darken. It revealed the veil of the in-between and shrouded my vision.
Teach them their place, the Darkness whispered against my ear. The rage that had been building inside me boiled over the surface, and my neck snapped sharply to the side. A big gust of wind swept out of the eastern woods and knocked all five of the heavy chrome-plated bikes over in the parking lot.
“What the hell?” The group took off running toward their fallen machines.
Blaire squeezed her nails into my arm until the pain registered. I blinked away from the scene and turned to face her coal-black gaze. “Quinn,” she breathed, “did you do that?”
My lips parted, and air rushed through my lungs in a ragged gulp. “I-I don’t know.” Her eyes were swimming over mine, and I knew she was searching my aura for the Darkness that had already departed.
Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, Britany Elise.
The Magic of Wor(l)ds
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