It’s terrific to have my dear friend, Bri Clark, here to chat with me
about her fascinating paranormal romance, The Familial
Witch.
Your hero, Lucien, an immortal and clan leader of the feared Eternals,
was injured when he spied on his second in command creating and using a
dangerous toxin on an immortal, considered by Lucien to be a grievous offense.
Who wounded Lucien? How serious was his injury? Why did the second in command
conduct that act? Has his clan turned against him in favor of his second in command?
OK just let me say how
freaking awesome it is to be interviewed by you. These questions are great. Yet
really challenging. His injury would have put him in an eternal paralyzation if
Aisleen wouldn't have found him. The rest I can't give away. But will some in
the sequel The Eternal Witch.
Being injured, Lucien faces a desperate situation. He flees to the forest
and appeals to a goddess for help. Her answer is that he can be aided only by
Aisleen, a witch who survived his attack that killed the rest of her clan.
Certainly, Lucien has much to gain from that association. Aisleen is put to
this test of healing an enemy by the goddess. What does Aisleen hope to gain
from this test? What does she need?
Aisleen has faced a very
painful series of events. The death of her child, estrangement of her husband,
shunning of her village, and finally the extermination of her race...not just
her coven. She's the last of what is thought to be an extinct race of witches.
It's up to her to continue her line. But even with the healing skills she has
can't make her womb work. Her
miscarriage has left her barren. With all these trials she has literally
isolated herself. Fate...or the Mother Goddess have presented her with a test
to face the embodiment of her misery. And he is a scrumptous. But I digress. If
she chooses right she opens the door to all that she's meant to be.
That is a fascinating challenge for Aisleen! I'm very curious if and how she meets what the goddess expects. Aisleen wrestles with the
improbable idea of having a future with Lucien. What does a life with him offer
her? What draws her to him? How can he improve her life?
Lucien can show her that
she's more than what she's ever believed she could be. While Ais is hard on the
outside she suffers from terrible self confidence issues. Lucien will protect
her, love her, cherish her if she'll let him. A future with Lucien is what
destiny had in store all along.
After Aisleen heals Lucien’s injury, what holds him to her? She has a
secret about her that attracts him. What does he suspect?
He thinks she's more than
a hedge witch. (One that heals with herbs.) Aisleen has a great deal of natural
power and instinctual knowledge. Lucien Lemione is 200 years old with instincts
that are legendary. What draws him to Aisleen is the fact she is destined to be
his heart's mate.
This sounds like a terrific fantasy romance. I love the depth of connections
between your hero and heroine. I enjoyed your interview and I’m sure my readers
will also. Thanks!
The Familial Witch
By
Bri Clark
Blurb:
Lucien Lemione the clan leader of
the feared and revered Eternals is faced with the ultimate betrayal. His second
in command for two centuries has not only created the most grievous of offenses
but also commissioned the creation of liquid silver. When poisoned by this
toxin, an immortal suffers a fate much worse than death, frozen in an internal
prison. After being wounded when found spying, he hides deep within the eerie
woods that encircle the Triad Mountains. Desperate and in pain, he prays to an
offended mother goddess for help. Her answer: a woman, but not just any woman.
A witch.
After losing her entire coven at the hands of the Eternals, Aisleen is the last of her kind. She retreats from the world to Trinity Forest where she is giving the opportunity of a lifetime, or perhaps a test of principles. It’s there she discovers the man she heals is the Eternal that wiped out her people. Although she is bound as a healer, she could be creative in her revenge. Aisleen knows who and what Lucien his…but does not speak of it. There can be no future with Lucien for she can only be with a mortal man. Even if she wanted to be with him, can she forgive the man that caused the genocide of her people?
Lucien must act quickly for the survival of his clan is at stake. However, Aisleen’s ethereal beauty and emerald eyes keep pushing those thoughts far from his mind. Determined to find out what secret she hides, he prolongs his time with her. When his people need him most what will he choose…duty, desire, or will he make his own fate?
You can choose love but you can’t choose destiny.
After losing her entire coven at the hands of the Eternals, Aisleen is the last of her kind. She retreats from the world to Trinity Forest where she is giving the opportunity of a lifetime, or perhaps a test of principles. It’s there she discovers the man she heals is the Eternal that wiped out her people. Although she is bound as a healer, she could be creative in her revenge. Aisleen knows who and what Lucien his…but does not speak of it. There can be no future with Lucien for she can only be with a mortal man. Even if she wanted to be with him, can she forgive the man that caused the genocide of her people?
Lucien must act quickly for the survival of his clan is at stake. However, Aisleen’s ethereal beauty and emerald eyes keep pushing those thoughts far from his mind. Determined to find out what secret she hides, he prolongs his time with her. When his people need him most what will he choose…duty, desire, or will he make his own fate?
You can choose love but you can’t choose destiny.
Excerpt
Lucien
groaned. His head seemed to pound in a rhythm. He opened his eyes to survey his
surroundings on instinct. He jumped up, alert. In the process, he knocked over
a bowl of water and cursed. He was still in the little cottage. There was no
sign of the woman. Bending over to clean up the mess he had made, he caught the
fragrance of dried herbs. Sniffing the cloth, he found the source. Then,
smelling his forearm, he realized he was the additional source.
A small mirror was positioned on a desk
opposite the bed. He inspected himself.
There was no trace of his shoulder wound. His skin had healed already.
Nevertheless, the silver arrowhead had been within his body for too long. His
insides would take longer to heal. It’s
like recovering from a poisoning for a mortal. How long have I been asleep?
In answer, his stomach ached from the lack of substance. Eternals didn’t have
to eat much, but they still needed nourishment. The pounding rhythm started
again and he cursed from the ache in his head.
That’s
when he realized the rhythm was coming from outside the cottage. Lucien stood
on stiff muscles. The smell of peony enticed him again and he followed, as
obedient as ever. Walking through the low doorway, he knocked his head and
swore again. Stumbling forward, the sun shone in his eyes, blinding him briefly
as he went outside. When his vision cleared, he considered he might not be
alive for the sight before him was nothing short of angelic.
A statuesque woman stretched her elegant
body, turning her face to the sun’s rays. The ivory of her complexion was as
soft as a cloud on the breeze. The beams colored her cheeks rose. Chestnut hair
was pulled taut in a braid that ended at the small of her back. Her flowing
white gown was almost see-through with the sunlight streaming behind it,
revealing shapely feminine curves. He smiled in admiration. Lucien was an
immortal, but at times, especially lately, he was more of a man than he had
ever been. He continued to admire the view that temporarily distracted him from
his aching body.
The angel stretched farther with something in her hands. His smile stretched, as well. Then, in one swift movement, she brought down an axe. Two pieces of wood fell over, adding to an already ample pile. The action was so unexpected, so unethereal, that Lucien swore and moved without thought. He stalked over to her and wrenched the axe from her hands.
The angel stretched farther with something in her hands. His smile stretched, as well. Then, in one swift movement, she brought down an axe. Two pieces of wood fell over, adding to an already ample pile. The action was so unexpected, so unethereal, that Lucien swore and moved without thought. He stalked over to her and wrenched the axe from her hands.
About the
Author:
Bri Clark is a real example
of redemption and renewal. Growing penniless in the South, Bri learned
street smarts while caring for her brother in a broken home. She watched
her mother work several jobs to care for their small family. Once her brother
could fend for himself, Bri moved on to a series of bad choices including
leaving school and living on her own.
Rebelliousness was a strong
understatement to describe those formative years. As a teenager, her
wakeup call came from a fight with brass knuckles and a judge that gave her a
choice of shaping up or spending time in jail. She took that opportunity
and found a way to moved up from the streets. She ended up co-owning an
extremely successful construction business. She lived the high life until
the real estate crash when she lost everything.
She moved west and found
herself living with her husband and 4 kids in a 900 square foot
apartment. She now fills her time, writing, blogging, leading a group of
frugal shoppers and sharing her southern culture. Her unique background
gives her writing a raw sensibility. She understands what it takes to
overcome life’s obstacles. She often tells friends, “I can do
poor. I’m good at poor. It’s prosperity that I’m not used to.”
Bri and her husband Chris
live in Boise. Bri is known as the Belle of Boise for her true southern
accent, bold demeanor and hospitable nature.
Bri boasts several positions in the
publishing industry. An author, professional reviewer, blogger, and literary
strategist she enjoys all aspects of her career from the creation of story to
the branding and marketing needed to make her books successful
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1 comments:
Wonderful interview Marsha and Bri! These characters sound fantastic and the story seems very unique. Love it!
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