Elemental Magic by Brynna Curry 💕 Series Tour, Character Interview & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Paranormal Romance)

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A telepath, an ex-cop, stolen diamonds and a killer on the loose make for a deadly combination...
When his wife is murdered, Detective Jackson Roarke gave up his badge in grief. Two years later, her killer still roams free. When a chance meeting with another writer turns into something more, Jack is thrown back into the case. To save the life of his new love, Liv Corrigan, he must embrace the life he left behind and find his wife's murderer.
Descended from fairies and mages, writer Liv Corrigan has unique mental gifts, particularly the ability to read the thoughts of those closest to her. When she Jack Roarke, afraid of another failed romance, she decides to keep her talents hidden. When a killer resurfaces and secrets come to light, she is targeted. Injured, Jack retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. But with Liv’s mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief and killer to stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for their hearts!

Missing diamonds and a killer on the loose…will a schoolteacher and FBI agent escape with their lives and hearts intact?

Lack of evidence means the acquittal of Niccolo Gueraldi’s favored killer for hire, Ashton Smythe. Having failed in his mission to avenge his partner, Serena Roarke, Agent Gabriel Spiller returns to Alabama to search in secret for the missing diamonds needed to reopen the investigation and to lay low from the death threats he’s received since Smythe went free.

Almost two years after her sister’s death, Leannan O’Neal feels Serena's loss now more than ever. A secret meeting before Serena died left Lea with an ugly figurine and nothing but questions. And then the hang-up calls, death threats, and finally coming home to a trashed house remind her of Serena's warning.

With a killer out for revenge and hot on her heels, Lea goes on the run in search of Serena’s ‘angel’, but how long can Gabe keep her alive? And at what cost?

Free to return to Ireland, Ryan Corrigan must face the demons of his past to reclaim his lost magic and embrace the second chance waiting for him…

Kate O’Connell grew up loved by the Corrigan family but secretly suffered the inescapable reality of her own abusive father. At a young age she gave her heart and innocence to Ryan. For once happiness seemed within her reach, until in one horror-filled night, the monster she called ‘Daddy’ changed everything. Years later, Kate returns home to open her clinic and raise her daughter, Allaina, closer to Ryan’s family.

After his father’s death, Ryan lost touch with his magic and his music, choosing to focus on filling his father’s shoes. He found love and hope for future with Kate. Then that future was stolen away, forcing Kate and Ryan apart. Although he is glad to be back on Irish soil, the reason he left still haunts him.

To forgive a terrible wrong takes courage and strength. But it is just as hard to be forgiven. Can love truly heal even the deepest scars?

This book was previously released but has been extensively revised.

Trigger warning: This book contains content, although vague, which may (and should) disturb some readers. It has been revised to allow the reader to skip this content and enjoy the remainder of the story.

Skye Corrigan treasures family above all else. Born with the ability to read emotions, he feels the joy, pain and sorrow of others. When his best friend, Rhiannon, must face the heartache of losing her father to cancer, Skye steps in to help her run her family's pub and finds his match where he least expected...

Rhiannon O'Malley shares a strong childhood bond with Skye and hopes for a future with him. Her father's terminal illness has left her in charge of the family pub. Skye has always been there for her, but when their relationship changes, will she find the courage to claim the future? Or will a thousand-year-old curse keep its grip on two hostage hearts?

Since banished from his lands in Scotland, Devin McLoch has watched over the descendants of his clan. Finally free of his cousin’s spell, he returns to the highlands, only to find ruins of the past. When Raine Roarke’s powers emerge, the imprisoned Arianne may be the child’s only hope for survival, but is he willing to risk everything to save her? Always.

Ultimate power, or endless love? Born the son of a Scottish laird a thousand years ago, but now trapped by his cousin's spell, Devin McLoch has seen countless battles and death. The erstwhile thief has turned away from darker pursuits to lead a life of peace, protecting those he loves and considers part of his clan. However, there is one woman he can never forget, who must be given a chance to change, to accept her heart and his.

Arianne Farrell is just as dangerous and intoxicating as her power. Imprisoned in an ancient stone dance more than a thousand years ago, her only chance at freedom from the spell is through love--a love she denied. When Devin asks for her aid to save another from imminent death, she realizes there is more at stake than just her freedom or her heart.

from Fire's Ice

Prologue - Ireland-Fall 1009

“Arianne! Help me!”

Ari placed the sachet she had been filling with lavender on the old oak table and hurried to open the door. The cottage she shared with her twin Briella was small, just big enough for the two of them. The main room held a large hearth for cooking and preparing medicinal herbs. There were two other rooms for sleeping.

She watched as Brie struggled to get through the open doorway. A large man leaned on her small frame.

Brought home another stray. I wonder where she found this one.

Rushing to help her sister, Ari wedged her shoulder under his other arm to take some of the weight off Brie. Dark, delicious power punched into her with the contact. Dizzy with lust for it, her magic began pulling on his power of its own accord.

And it scared the hell out of her.

She was always very carefully controlled. Her power never acted without her influence.

He must be Faerie.

The demon did not stir. Fear of what he was, what he could make her, had her lashing out with venom.

“Really, sister. You bring home the most interesting creatures. You ken he is a faerie?”

“I ken. It matters not; just help me get him inside.”

Arianne felt Brie’s urgency and terror as strongly as the faerie’s power. As a rule, she was not empathic, but today seemed be to proving different. His suffering had become hers the moment she began to absorb his magic. His body was torn in many places. The salty seawater made his wounds a vicious ache.

Giving up, Ari knew it would do no good to argue with her sister. Nothing would change her mind.

“The villagers will lynch us before nightfall. What has happened to him anyway? His clothing is shredded.”

“As is much of his flesh. Mayhap you should direct your gaze elsewhere, sister.”

“I have seen naked men before.”

“You have no shame. Do you? Mayhap he was tossed overboard in a storm or attacked. I found him washed up on the sand and rocks below the dance. I thought he was dead at first. His heartbeat is faint, weak, but still there. I suppose we will have to wait until he wakes to discover the nature of his injuries.”

“If he wakes.”

She managed to avoid breaking most of the urns as they struggled to get their patient into Briella’s room. Turning sideways, they made it through the small doorway and crouched down to angle and shift his shoulders onto the straw mattress where Brie slept.

“So you floated him up the cliff, but could not stir the air to carry and lift him inside?”

“Normally I would have.”

“Then why waste the energy at all? If fever sets in, he will die anyway.”

Briella turned on her, eyes snapping with barely contained anger. “Mayhap the next bones I find on the sand will be your own. I might consider your words before stirring the air.”

“Sure and I might be doomed to die on the rocks, sister, but only if you push me over the edge first.”

“My craft forbids causing others harm, but oh how there are days I wish I were more like your wicked self.” Briella paused to lift his feet onto the mattress. “I am weak. I cannot stir the air. I linked with him to save his life. It drains me.”

Wicked, am I? Ari shook her head. Not that she had the power to sacrifice herself, but she would have never done such a thing.

“Little fool. Keep giving so much of yourself and one day there will be nothing left. Then what use will your almighty power be?”

“I could not let him die.”

“Others have died in your care. More may yet. We might be put to death if the elders learn one of his kind is being tended here. You risk our lives for a dalliance with this faerie devil?”

“Stop being a child. He will be important to me. I can feel it. Fetch some boiling water. I need to clean his wounds.”

Fetch me some water, Arianne. Do this. Do that.

“I am not your bloody dog to fetch for you on a whim.”

“True. A dog would be obedient and more pleasant to be around.”

“You vile…”

“And will you be the pot or kettle today? Water. Now!”

“Fine.”

Five minute’s difference and Brie’s power would have been mine. The elders think she is like our sainted mother, but that is not true. She is kind to others, but treats me like the dirt under her feet. Brie's craft rules her while her hatred destroys me.

“Why do you hate me so, Briella?”

Her sister said nothing in return, only continued to murmur enchantments over the demon in her bed. Briella’s crusade to save him would doom them both. To bring his kind into the village was akin to a death wish. Briella might be spared by the elders, banished perhaps, but she, as the lesser twin with power so dark she dared not use it, would likely be put to death for the crime.

Nothing good ever came from trusting faeries or witches and the demon was both. Ari felt the pain of betrayal slick over her heart like ice. “One day I will show you just how wicked I can truly be.”

by Brynna Curry

This interview was originally posted on the Lyrical Press blog. I’ve left it intact as posted.

Today, I’ve asked two of my favorite characters to help me take over the Lyrical blog, Devin McLoch and Arianne Farrell of Fire’s Ice. Their story started centuries ago, but it is that time, both apart and together, that forged them into who they are today. Thanks for helping out guys. Why don’t you tell readers a little about yourselves? Ari?

Arianne: Hi, Brynna. I’ll stay as long as I can to answer questions. The boys could wake up from their nap any time.*snuggles into Devin’s side* I was born in a small village on the coast of Ireland in 985 AD. My twin Briella and I were raised by the village elders after our mother died in childbirth. Brie was destined to take her place as the wise-woman, but her power was corrupted by her love for a demon. After a lot of magic gone wrong and many years of imprisonment, Devin freed me from the stone dance near Liv’s cottage. Now we live in a castle in Scotland with our triplets and one very human cat.

Devin: As the firstborn heir of Laird Duncan McLoch, I spent much of my youth learning the skills needed to govern our clan in the event of his death. I practiced my magic in secret. It was that magic which ultimately allowed me to save our clan. Unfortunately, at the same time I was casting the barrier around Glen McLoch in Scotland, my cousin Daemon was casting his own spell in Ireland.

The intermixing magics were too much for any one of us to contain. Daemon and Briella were destroyed, turned into the elements they called to for power. Ari had fallen under my protection with his spell, so the magic that barred me from my home kept Ari locked in the stone dance. Fast forward a thousand years, I was finally able to keep my word and free her from her prison.

Brynna: Devin, when did you first use magic and realize power would always be a part of your existence?

Devin: I was seven when the visions started. Shadowy images; whispered sounds.Simple like hearing someone’s words before they actually said them or knowing a trencher(that’s a plate) was about to be knocked off the table to the floor. It unnerved my father. I was his heir, but in his world, all things magic were evil incarnate including me. Father blamed the sliver of faerie blood my mother possessed for my gifts.

At twelve, my phoenix fire began to emerge; my father could no longer ignore my powers existed. Mother went against his wishes and summoned her cousin Daemon to teach me control before I killed someone or myself with the power. Lucky for me, I was a quick study. By the time I turned sixteen I had complete control, at twenty I had mastered all the other elements as well.

Brynna: You’ve never mentioned your father and now I see why. What is the hardest thing about living a thousand years?

Devin: Time.Just finding a way to spend the endless time. If I had stopped to think about the infinity of what was ahead, it would have driven me mad. I turned twenty-five a week before the MacGavins attacked. I had spent my life preparing to lead our clan, to defend and protect those in my charge and I failed. I grieved the loss of my family until I thought the pain would kill me, but it didn’t. I became a swordsman for hire, craved danger and death. No matter what I tried, nothing could end my cursed existence. I roamed the world and longed for Scotland.

Brynna: It sounds like you’ve both been through a lot to find happiness. Arianne, why is your magic so feared? What kind of power do you have?

Arianne: My power is detractive magic. I have also been called a conduit. Like a magnet, I can draw another witch or demon’s power into my body and either neutralize it or use it as my own. I can also conjure and heal. It may sound like a wonderful talent, but pulling on the wrong power and not being able to control it can have disastrous results. The elders saw my dark power as evil and forbade me to do more than gentle healing with herbs and tonics. Fortunately, I have learned to channel my powers in reverse, meaning I can give portions of my abilities, temporarily to another person.

Brynna: People often fear what they don’t understand.

Devin: Your magic is beautiful, my love. Nothing about you could ever be evil. *kisses Ari’s hand*

Brynna: Aww. You’re such a sweetie, Dev, but let’s get back to the questions. It’s getting a little awkward in here. What made you decide to change your destructive course?

Devin: I found my way to Ireland, to the stone dance by the sea on the day of Daemon’s daughter’s death. The village was quiet, in mourning over their beloved healer Sorca. I realized something then as I stood in the shadows while her children, those of her blood and those of her heart, buried their mother. My clan wasn’t gone. Sorca’s family was mine as well. I was needed. I had a duty to protect those she left behind.

Brynna: When did you realize the Ari in the bubble might not be the Ari people thought she was?

Devin: I heard a soft sobbing on the wind after Sorca’s burial. I followed the sound hoping to offer comfort and found myself outside the dance. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel Arianne’s grief and love for her niece. I knew then. I understood what it was like to grieve alone. I had to help her, though at the time I resented having Ari magically betrothed to me. I prefer to do the choosing. I tried to push through the barrier of magic surrounding the stones but it was no use. All of our powers, including hers, held Ari bound.

Brynna: And Ari, when did you realize Devin was on your side?

Ari: The day of Sorca’s burial was a turning point for both of us. I thought I had known pain, despair, loss, but any heartache I had experienced paled against Sorca’s death. In every way that counted, she was my child. I loved her so much. I watched her fall in love, raise her children, grow old. I knew I would outlive her because of the spell, but the reality of that day crushed me. (turns away) I’m sorry. I just need a moment.

Brynna: It’s okay. I didn’t mean to upset you. (pats hand)

Ari: No. I’m fine. It is difficult to reflect, but necessary. I listened to the pipes and mournful sounds of her children until I thought my heart would burst. I needed comfort, just to have someone with me. And then Devin was there. I don’t know how long he stayed, but he tried so hard to get through the barrier. He sat on the grass and leaned against one of the stones. Inside the circle, I rested my back against the same stone. Outside the circle, he remained hidden from me, but I felt his power whisper around me, hold me. A ghost of air and light and warmth. I knew then he would do everything in his power to free me and I would do all I could to help him.

Brynna: Even then you had a special connection. So in a way, you saved him.

Dev: We saved each other. *smiles*

Brynna: What is the hardest thing about living a thousand years?
Ari: Loneliness. Without my looking glass, I would have gone crazy. At least with it, I had some connection to the outside world. Occasionally, I could even see Devin, but only when he sought me with the gems.

Brynna: What about you, Dev? What do you miss most about your life a thousand years ago (outside of your family), and what do you like best about life today?

Devin: The simplicity of everyday life. The world moves so fast now we don’t take time to enjoy it. Still, technology fascinates me.

Brynna: Do you always have control over your powers?

Devin: I’d like to say yes, but the truth is when I am worried, sick or upset I have to calm my mind for the magic to obey me.

Ari: Mostly. Sometimes I take on too much and the power overwhelms me, but I can’t stand to see someone hurting and not give everything to help them.

Brynna: Dev, if we asked Ari to describe you in three words, what would she say?

Devin: Hmm. That’s a good question. Arrogant, powerful and fiercely protective. She’d be right. There is nothing I wouldn’t do, no lengths I wouldn’t go to protect those I love. My family is the most important aspect of my life.

Ari: My thoughts exactly.

Brynna: What one thing about Ari fascinates you the most?

Dev: Ari is just an amazing person. It isn’t any one thing but countless little things she does. The way she cares for others, gives of herself even when it would be wise to back away. She’s beautiful of course, fun and sexy, but it’s her loving nature that attracts me the most.

Brynna: Thanks for taking the time to visit with us. I know it can’t be easy for either of you to talk about your past.

Ari: Our past makes us who we are. Denying what was won’t change the present.

Dev: Very true, love. The boys are still sleeping, so we have time for a few more questions. How about some from the readers?

Brynna: Wonderful! Alright y’all. The floor is all yours. We’d love to answer your questions.

(Book 1 available on Audible)

Brynna Curry was born south of the Mason-Dixon Line in a small Alabama town. Growing up, books fueled her dreams and imagination, ultimately became her sanctuary during the hardest times in her life. After living all over the southern states, she finally landed back in north Alabama where she met her husband, Jackie. She spent a wonderful twenty-two years with her hero, raising their three children.
Now widowed, she spends her free time writing and tending her ‘army’ of feral cats and rescued strays. Her furry minions, Jace, Styxx, Beerus, and Asheron, are always willing to keep her company while she works. She insists love is the truest magic and with it, every day is an adventure.