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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Triad of Power: First Quest-Denyse Bridger #erotic #romance #fantasy #sex

*Put in your name and email addy in the comment section at the bottom of this interview for a chance to win a free copy of Denyse Bridger's new novel!

Welcome to BRB, everyone! How was your weekend? Mine was excellent. My illness has finally started to subside, which means I was able to enjoy some much needed time away from home. And, I also felt well enough to write a proper introduction for todays guest. Welcome to my blog, Denyse. It's wonderful to have you here. I love it, a lady who likes to give, what I like to call, full-bodied answers to the interview questions. :) What a treat! So enough of my banter, let's get the party started!

What genre do your currently write? And, is there a genre you'd like to write, but haven't tried yet?
I write mostly fantasy and romance, but when I do romance, I tend to employ many subgenres at various times. I like to mix things up, it keeps me from getting bored. I have done a lot of paranormal, and I love historical. Fantasy worlds keep me most interested because I like the world building and the possibilities of it. You can write any number of supernatural and magical beings into fantasy stories, and give them whatever powers are needed to make the story work. They can be sensual or you can eliminate that aspect entirely, and the story doesn’t require a set of elements that must be present in straight romance. The thing I haven’t tried, and doubt I ever will, is hard science fiction. I just have no affinity for it at all. These days I’m leaning heavily back to fantasy, and a softer romance than erotica. I call it sexuous – sexy and sensuous, without the graphic content of erotica. It works for me!

Many authors use a nom de plume, and they may use one opposite to their own sex. Do you think an author's sex or sexual orientation should dictate what genre they write?
Absolutely not. Any author’s voice is uniquely their own, and what you write should always be what your imagination dictates to you. Some of us have active dislikes of certain genres, which means we are unlikely to write in them, but other writers are thrilled with those genres, so they write beautiful stories. The only thing that should ever hold you back is an honest acceptance that you are not doing yourself credit if you’re writing what you don’t know or feel. Then it’s time to shift back to what you do feel and what makes your creativity sing. I write solely under my own, real name. Always have, really. Only a couple of exceptions when I was curious how well an experiment would work, and even then I told people afterward. But, in publishing professionally, it’s always my real name on the covers.

Some authors have issues with character development, writer's block, plot summary etc. What is the biggest challenge you face when writing? How do you overcome the problem?
For me, the biggest challenges are knowing when to stop the story, because often what begins as a short ends up being a novella or more. Sometimes that’s good, sometimes not so good. Wordiness is an issue I work on a lot. I hate the first draft, the editing afterward is a lot of fun for me. I polish it, rework it, then rework it again with a good editor. I don’t understand writers who think they don’t need editors or edits, no one is so good they write a perfect story.

What has been the single most successful marketing tool you've used to date?
I find my blogs are really active and popular, plus I have a chat group with a very loyal group of people who are always on hand to talk about anything, lend their eyes and ideas in support of a new project. The combination of blogging and Twitter is a powerhouse marketing combo. I’ve also found a great deal of visibility by using wonderful sites like The Romance Studio, Coffeetime Romance, and Long and the Short of It Reviews. Facebook is over-rated in my opinion. You can get the news out quickly, but it’s so saturated with people selling whatever products they’re selling, I don’t think too many people pay attention. Newsletters seems to hit with readers, too, because they can read them from their email and at their convenience. One of my goals this year is to get my newsletter out monthly, and feature a short author interview in each one to introduce my readers to other voices they may enjoy discovering.

What are you currently reading?
Reading for me is always a hit and miss affair. I read craft books and writing guides constantly. For fiction at the moment I’m reading Elisabeth Naughton’s Eternal Guardians series, and loving it, as well as Lucy Monroe titles. Lori Foster is a must read for me, too. Lara Adrian is one of my “absolutely adore her” authors, as well.

How do you measure success?
Success is measured in how happy you are with your work, I think. I’ve been unhappy with the stuff I’ve written for a while, so at the advice of a very good friend, I went back to what I do genuinely enjoy–and life has been much happier since then! I don’t think anyone who’s been in publishing for more than five minutes measures success by the money they make–you have to love the craft of writing, and be willing to learn with each new work. There are a lot of people who think this is easy, and maybe for some it is, but if you mean to make it a long-term profession, you have to be willing to learn, adapt, and grow with your audience as their needs and desires change.

Just for fun–

What is your favourite drink?
Tea, or white wine, sparkling not dry.

Are you a cat or dog person?
Dog – Siberian Husky all the way!

Love or lust?
Why not both? Love absolutely if there is only one choice.

If you could spend the day with any famous author, who would it be? And, why?
I’d be so torn, it would have to be Lucy Monroe or Lara Adrian, but damn… what a choice… I love them both!!

If you could indulge free of any consequences, what would be your ultimate sexual fantasy?
Honest to God, I really have no idea. How sad is that? I know WHO, but not what…

Website Link: www.denysebridger.com



Book One of Three: During the time before the Great Forbidding was created, it was believed the defiance of the Renegades could be contained. To that end, the Council of Power called upon their Ancient Gods for assistance. In response, the Gods ordered creation of the Triad of Power–three swords, each one imbued with the essence of a gift unique to those who would wield the weapons as the Guardians of Foress. Like all magic, each crafted blade contained the driving sorcery of its creator–not all wizards are immune to the weaknesses of men, and within the Triad, conflict itself was bred without conscious intent or knowledge. So begins the legend, and the epic fantasy of the TRIAD OF POWER.


As contented peace steeped the air around them, and they were able to breathe in near silence again, Sherindal contemplated her surroundings. On her knees, with the Prince of Ember still sheathed within her, she had never known a moment of more perfect serenity and completion. Her senses hummed with awareness of everything: the texture of the bed linen, cool silk, caressing her heated skin, the subtle patterns swirling amid the tapestries that hung on the stone walls of the bedchamber, even the heavy scent of candle wax added another layer of appreciation to her happiness.

“You really are magnificent, Sher,” Rienn whispered, his arms wrapped around her, drawing her close.

She leaned to one side, looped her arm around his neck and drew his mouth to hers in a kiss that was filled with gentle passion.

“I do love you, Rienn.”

Rienn nodded. His hands on her waist moved her. She shivered as he slipped free of her. “I’ll order a bath and some food,” he told her.

She grabbed his wrist and shook her head. “Later. I want you to hold me.”

Rienn stretched out and pulled her down to him, spooning her body to his when he pressed her back to his chest.

They’d only slept for minutes when the huge doors of the Prince’s chambers were flung open and the spacious room was invaded by numerous men, all bearing swords.


The word was a warning, and Sherindal slithered from the bed when he released her. She scooped up her weapon as she rolled, oblivious to her nakedness. She whirled to face the first rush of the attack. Somewhere through the early morning hours since they’d made love, Rienn had thought to retrieve his breeches, she noted from the corner of her eye. He had managed to gain his weapon, and they fought, back to back.

Sherindal hissed in fury and pain when the second of the men who engaged her slipped past her defense and inflicted a wound near her waist. It was a surface injury and she quickly rewarded him by slicing off his sword hand. Howling in agony, he toppled back, then fled as he recovered his footing several feet away from her.

Rienn had killed two men and was about to run through the third when Sherindal’s voice filled the room, and the blade she wielded, Huntor, rose with her song. The attackers froze momentarily, those two who remained, and she smiled when the weapon cut them down, then drifted back to her outstretched hand, coming to rest in her grasp with near peaceful ease.

“Your blood-thirsty weapon has been sated nicely this morning,” Rienn observed with a tense glance at the gleaming blade.

“Who are they?” she asked, her tone cold as she met his gaze.

“Why would you assume I know?” he retorted instantly. “This is hardly what I would consider an invigorating start to the day!”

“Really?” One eyebrow rose in emphasis of her sardonic tone. “It is one of the more interesting diversions you might have provided, Rienn.” Her laughter was faintly mocking, and not a little bit ironic.

Rienn’s handsome features suffused with rage and he reached for her, gripped her bare arm with fingers that dug into her flesh like steel bands.

“You can be an evil bitch,” he whispered darkly.

Sherindal smiled, and this time it was genuine. She nodded, kissed his chin, the closest she could get to his mouth from her disadvantaged height, then she gasped as a fiery lance reminded her of the slash near her left hip.

“Enough, Rienn,” she said.

He released her, scooped her into his arms, and placed her in the center of the feathered mattress of his bed. He looked closely at the injury, yanked the bell pull, and then went to the heavy wardrobe at the far end of the chamber.

His guards were rushing along the corridor when he returned to the bed and helped Sherindal into one of his linen shirts. She bit her bottom lip against another stab of pain and laughed in macabre amusement when she spotted the duo who entered the room.

“They look rested enough, my love,” she muttered.

Purchase Links:
Publisher Link: www.crimsonfrostbooks.com

Thanks for stopping by, Denyse! It was great to have you on BRB, all the best. :)


  1. Thanks so much for letting me visit with you and your readers today!! Why don't we give away a copy of this book to one of your readers??
    Hugs, D

    1. You're welcome and that sounds like an awesome idea. I'll post a new notice around along with the interview link; tell everyone to leave their name and email addy in the comment section, and then you can pick someone. We'll run it until Wednesday when the next post is published. How does that sound?

  2. Wednesday it is! As soon as I can get back online properly, I'll do the Twitter and Facebook thing, too! :) Hugs and blessings...

  3. Sharon Perriello

  4. Blak, I guess we're giving the book to Sharon!! :)

  5. Sharon's been sent her book... Thanks for having me as your guest today, Blak. Hugs, D

    1. You're very welcome! Any time. :) And thank you for sharing.