Today it's my pleasure to interview BR Kingsolver, author of The Succubus Gift, Book 1 of the Telepathic Clans Saga, a Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance (Adult/New Adult)
Number of pages: 240
Word Count: 85,000
Word Count: 85,000
Cover Artist: Rebecca Sinz
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The history of the Clans, called the Sidhe by the Irish, stretches back to antiquity. The Goddess blesses Her people with 25 Telepathic Gifts. In addition to Telepathy, the Gifts include command over Air and Fire, Telekinesis and Teleportation. In over 2,500 years, She has never bestowed more than 15 Gifts on a single person.
Brenna Morgan was orphaned at eight when her parents were killed in a plane crash. Through one foster home after another, she carried the ornate, carved wooden box her mother had left with her, keeping it always a secret. Then one night she stumbles over a man who claims her as family.
Brenna’s life isn’t the same after she discovers her unusual and mysterious heritage. In addition to being a telepath, Brenna learns she has the Succubus Gift.
That’s just the beginning of her problems. Someone is stalking her. Then there’s the tall, dangerous woman who shadows her and hints a Goddess has linked them. And what is she going to do with a handsome, charismatic, womanizing man she knows she should avoid?
Some days a girl just wants to pull the covers over her head and stay in bed -- with a willing young man of course.
Book 2 of the Telepathic Clans Saga
Book 2 of the Telepathic Clans Saga
Number of pages: 248
Word Count: 85,600
Word Count: 85,600
Cover Artist: Mia Darien
It's not easy being a succubus.
After a crash course in learning about her genetic heritage, Brenna O'Donnell has discovered what it really means to be a succubus and has learned to embrace her strange Gift. Her major concern is whether Collin will accept her for what she is. As she adjusts to telepathic society, others in the Clan have plans that will strip the last of her freedom. Rival Clans still hunt succubi, and discovering their dark motives is paramount.
The social season is also around the corner, including events that Brenna never imagined in her wildest dreams. The succubi, representatives of the Goddess on earth, are at the center of an ancient worship. And if a girl is going to be the center of attention, then obviously she needs a new dress.
Book 3 of the Telepathic Clans Saga
Word Count: 87,000
Rebecca Healy is a true wilder, growing up with no contact or knowledge of other telepaths. Discovered by a Clan member on the streets of San Francisco, she felt like she’d hit the jackpot. Finally, she knew what she was, or at least she thought she did.
When Brenna O’Donnell, long-lost heir of the O’Donnell Clan, and the strongest telepath in history, is returned to her family, she and Rebecca form a tight bond. Brenna has it all, looks, money, power, and men falling all over her.
Rebecca isn’t jealous, but it would be nice to find someone who would really love her and stick around in the morning. She’s intrigued by a handsome South American general, but of course, he has his sights set on Brenna. Carlos de Vargas wants more than love. His Clan has its back to the wall, and they hope for an alliance with O’Donnell. An alliance that would lead to war.
The story began in The Succubus Gift and continued in Succubus Unleashed. In Succubus Rising, questions are answered and new mysteries are revealed.
BR KINGSOLVER: Succubus Rising is the third book in the Telepathic Clans Saga. It’s a continuation of the story that began with The Succubus Gift and Succubus Unleashed. The story of Brenna and Rebecca discovering their powers and looking for love and their place in the world isn’t finished yet. That will come in the next book.
SKY: How did you come up with the title?
BR KINGSOLVER: The original working title was “In Succubus We Trust”, and the story was meant to be more about the Clans manipulation of the government in Washington. But the story took a different turn. “Succubus Rising” was one of the titles I tried out with several of my beta readers, and the one they all liked the most.
SKY: If you could spend an hour in real life with one of your characters, who would it be and why?
BR KINGSOLVER: Seamus O’Donnell, patriarch of the O’Donnell Clan. He’s 160 years old and is very wise. He admits in the book that he’s always been a bit of a nerd, and is a scholar of the Clans’ history. But he’s also living in the present. He’s recently asked his 35 year old succubus lover to marry him.
SKY: Tell us a little bit about the conflict in your story.
BR KINGSOLVER: The telepathic clans are divided on ideological issues between those who believe they should subjugate humans and rule them, and those who believe it’s better to stay in the shadows and quietly fit into human society. The two sides are constantly jockeying for position and trying to extend their power. When a small clan in South America approaches the O’Donnell Clan about an alliance, it threatens to upset the balance of power in the region.
SKY: If you had to sell your book based on one run of dialogue (start quote to end quote), which would it be?
BR KINGSOLVER: After a couple of glasses of champagne, she made her way to the ladies' room, Rebecca quietly shadowing her. On exiting, she was searching for her escort when a tall man in a formal military uniform stepped into her path.
He was very handsome, a couple of inches taller than Collin’s six feet two, with slicked-back black hair and a thin mustache. His broad chest displayed dozens of medals and ribbons. She brushed his mind and encountered telepathic shields.
"Senorita O'Donnell? I am General Carlos Martin de Vargas y Saenz. I'm delighted to meet you."
Brenna dipped her head in acknowledgement. "Good evening, General. Are you in town for the celebration or are you stationed here?"
"It is my honor to serve my country as the Military Attaché at our embassy here," he replied, probing her shields enough to irritate her.
"Then you must be very pleased that all the hard work your colleagues put into this treaty has been rewarded," she said.
"Indeed. I have heard a great deal about you, and about your work on our behalf," he replied, still probing her shields.
Suddenly, Irina appeared by her side.
“I didn't know that manners were so sorely lacking in your country, Senor. In this country, we consider probing a woman's shields as rude as groping her,” Irina said, speaking to the general in rapid-fire Spanish. Rebecca translated for Brenna on a spear thread.
The general turned bright red.
"May I introduce my friend Tinkerbelle?" Brenna said with an arched eyebrow. The general barked out a laugh and Irina giggled. "This is General Carlos Martin de Vargas y Saenz, the Ecuadorian Military Attaché."
Still in Spanish, Irina replied, "I'm so disappointed. I had heard the Vargas Clan was very sophisticated and elegant. They must have shipped you out of the country because they were ashamed of you." An observer might have considered Irina’s smile pleasant, but Brenna could see the hard edge. Her friend was angry, and letting the general know it.
His face turned even redder. He bowed to Brenna, "My apologies, Senorita. Your friend is correct. My manners are inexcusable. I hope you will forgive me."
"Oh, I'm sure I will," Brenna said airily, "as soon as you fall on your sword."
His eyes danced and a slight smile twitched the corners of his mouth. "I'm afraid I forgot to bring it this evening. Perhaps I could instead buy you dinner some evening and show you that I do know how to behave in a civilized manner."
Careful, Rebecca sent. Wasn’t it an apology that got you mixed up with Colin?
Stifling an urge to laugh, Brenna slipped a card from her clutch and handed it to him. "You may call me if you wish. You do understand that I don't have much privacy, and you would be taking my security team with us."
"Washington can be a dangerous place," he agreed, glancing at Irina, "but it seems you have a rather small team this evening."
Irina’s smile froze, and the sparkle in her eyes disappeared as her pupils dilated almost fully. Brenna had never seen Irina rise to the killing edge before, but General de Vargas had triggered her. She wondered if he knew how close he was to dying.
Evidently he did, because he took a nervous step back. Rebecca's voice behind him caused his eyes to widen.
"We can be unobtrusive. In fact, the last three men who were rude to her didn't even know I was there. They seemed quite surprised when I slipped the knife between their ribs," Rebecca said in Spanish.
He spun around, his eyes looking down, expecting the woman behind him to be shorter than he was. Instead, he found himself looking at Rebecca's cleavage. His eyes traveled up and discovered her eyes were almost even with his.
"General de Vargas, this is the head of my security team, Rebecca Healy. Rebecca, this is General Carlos Martin de Vargas y Saenz," Brenna said.
"Protector Healy," he bowed slightly. "O'Donnell Protectors have a reputation for being well trained, but not for being so beautiful. I see that my intelligence is faulty. Tell me, were you in charge of Senorita O'Donnell's security in Paris?"
Rebecca cocked her head, studying him. "I've been with her for a long time," she answered.
"It was a remarkable accomplishment, outnumbered three to one and still you were able to take all your charges out unharmed.” The corner of his mouth quirked, “Although you did leave a lot of bodies on the street."
A small grin appeared on Rebecca's face, "The way these things grow in the telling ... it was only two to one. You probably also heard the rumor about lightning shooting out of someone's head. As to bodies on the street, we didn't choose to be ambushed, especially while on holiday in an open city."
He nodded, "A dark-haired woman shooting lightning. I had assumed that was Senorita O'Donnell."
"We had several dark-haired women with us that day," Rebecca said, probing his shields much harder than he had probed Brenna’s and making considerably more progress.
"Well, I would be curious to hear the real story."
"It's good for a man to be curious," she said with a flip of her hair. "Women need to carry an air of mystery."
"Well, I won't keep you ladies any longer." He nodded at each of them in turn, "Senorita Healy, Senorita Tinkerbelle. Senorita O'Donnell, I will call."
"I'll be breathlessly waiting," Brenna replied.
General de Vargas beat a hasty retreat, once turning to look at them from halfway across the room.
About the author
I made silver and turquoise jewelry for almost a decade, ended up in nursing school, then took a master’s in business. Along the way I worked in construction, as a newspaper editor, a teacher, and somehow found a career working with computers.
I love the outdoors, especially the Rocky Mountains. I’ve skied since high school and I’ve hiked and camped all my life. I love to travel, though I haven’t done enough of it. I’ve seen a lot of Russia and Mexico, not enough of England. Amsterdam is amazing, and the Romanian Alps are breathtaking. Lake Tahoe is a favorite, and someday I’d like to see Banff in Canada.
I have a very significant other, two cats and two Basset Hounds. I’m currently living in Baltimore, nine blocks from the harbor, but still own a home in New Mexico that I see too infrequently.