Thursday, December 20, 2012

Release Day Blitz Interview with Author Lynn Ricci


Welcome to the Release Day Blitz for Cursed by Lynn Ricci! She was kind enough to stop by and let us know more about herself!

What was the inspiration behind 'Cursed'?

My first book was a romance but before I was even done writing The Dating Intervention, I had the beginnings of Cursed drafted.  I've always enjoyed books with a little history thrown in and as I started thinking about paranormal and Boston - witches just seemed natural.  With Salem being close by, we have always visited the historical locations and been exposed to witch stories . . .

Which character was the most fun to write?

Mason - because he changes the most and because of his history.  As the story unfolds you get to know the man behind what the world sees.  Unfortunately, that is sometimes the case with people - you need to look past their exterior to the person inside.

To which character do you relate the most?

Definitely NOT Zoe! I would say Sarah because she is trying to make it on her own and wants to think the best of everyone - even if to a fault.

How does living in the Boston area help to inspire your writing?

I love Boston - there is so much history, diversity and culture in the city and its surrounding metro area. Both books so far have been based in or around Boston and that's the same for my current novel as well. I also think it gives a richer feel when you really know the city you base your story in and can pull elements into the book that people would recognize while reading.

If you could turn your book into a movie, who would you choose to play each role?

That would be fun! I did picture an actress for Sarah - Emily Van Camp.  She seems to have that calm, serious nature down pat. For Mason, hmmm . . . hard to think of these guys as grotesque - but Zac Efron would be good especially with his eye color but he's a little on the young side . . . or maybe Ian Somerhalder.  There were times that I thought Jake Gyllenhaal would be perfect too.  Zoe's character would need a strong sexy actress -- any casting ideas out there?

What is your favorite book about witches?

I must be honest - I haven't read many!  I've always liked movies with witches and witchcraft . . . but the most recent book on witches that I read was Wicked which I really enjoyed.

What are you reading right now?

Just finishing The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and looking forward to starting Follett's Fall of Giants during the holiday break.

What other projects are in the works right now?

I'm working on a more lighthearted romance called Matchless that I started during National Novel Writers month, otherwise known as NaNoWriMo.  It's about a girl who needs a date for a big family event, and to avoid her grandmother's endless horrid suggestions, turns to online dating to quickly find a match.  Without knowing how to attract a different sort of man then the free spirits she typically dates, she turns to the annoyingly stuffy businessman she shares her morning train commute with for guidance.  What she doesn't realize is she is helping him instead. 

What are some things that fans may be surprised to find out about you?

I hate clowns.  They are scarier than an evil witch.

Thanks so much for your time!

 About the Author:

Lynn Ricci was born and raised in the Greater Boston area. Her professional background is in financial communications and she pursues her artistic endeavors of writing and painting while enjoying an active family life with her two children and dog, Fenway.

A writer of several published short stories including Daydreams, The Dating Intervention was her debut novel. More information on novels available and underway can be found at www.lynnricci.com





Cursed
Lynn Ricci

Genre: Paranormal Romance

The story takes place over the Christmas holiday… it involves a witch . . . and other surprises…

Book Description-

When Sarah Carter moves to Boston to escape her past she realizes there's more than meets the eye with the landlord and her mysterious new best friend.

What happened to the owner of this Boston brownstone and what secrets lie within its walls and continue to torment?

And is she actually running back to her past instead of from it?


Read an excerpt:
Chapter 1

Staring out of the small dormered window, he could just see the corner of the street. Leaves on the trees lining the sidewalk were moving past their prime of orange and red and turning brown as autumn made its way through Boston. The ones still clinging to the trees blocked part of his view. Absentmindedly he pulled his pocket watch out of his pants and checked the time although he instinctively knew it was still early. Purposely, he had chosen this spot to watch the street for a sign. He didn’t want to miss a thing.
Mrs. Casey was nearly three stories below waiting on the sidewalk next to her white BMW. He gazed down at the plump woman in her camel jacket and brown plaid scarf. She had just arrived and was on her mobile phone, trusty bag over her shoulder. As he watched from above, he wondered if he might keep her for a while. She had proven to be discreet and respectful in their dealings thus far –always keeping her eyes conveniently averted. That was a big plus in his book.

The sky had been bright blue and clear all morning but now the sunlight dimmed and small gusts of wind kicked up from time to time, stirring up the brittle leaves, scratching at the sidewalk and causing drifts against the wrought iron fence. He would go out and clean up the two small patches of grass in front of the building later, when it got dark. After all these years, he was comfortable working outside after nightfall.

A flicker of yellow caught his eye as a taxi turned from Columbus Avenue onto Dunhill – a small side street in Boston’s South End, lined with fashionable brownstones. He straightened his bent frame as best he could and intently watched the cab's approach, completely absorbed in his surroundings and on high alert. Below, Mrs. Casey tucked her phone away and pulled her coat closed. Is it getting colder, he thought, touching the glass pane in front of him, the chill spreading through his fingertips.

The yellow checker taxi glided to a stop in front of the building and a young woman with ash blonde hair stepped out but held the door and leaned back in. His heart clenched as if it had been submerged in cold water and he grasped the windowsill to steady himself. From his vantage point, he could see the cabbie handing her some bills. She closed the car door and turned to Mrs. Casey, shaking hands. He wished he could hear the conversation, but knew that it would be pleasantries and then the expected basics.

Both women squinted up towards the window and he faded back as quickly as possible. He was sure he was a moment too late, but what did it really matter? He snuck another quick look and relaxed, realizing Mrs. Casey was pointing out items on the ground level – most likely the security system, or flower boxes. But as he continued to watch he finally saw it: the sign he had been waiting for.

Small gusts that had been making the crunchy, dry leaves rise and dance with their still colorful counterparts whipped up again a few buildings further along the street and came towards the women like a mounting wave. The leaves blew up waist high, swirling and twirling onto themselves until the force reached the women and spun around them in a leaf tornado. Mrs. Casey stepped back towards her BMW parked at the curb to get out of the maelstrom and the leaves continued, picking up energy and speed; surrounding the flaxen-haired woman, lifting and tossing her long hair like a Medusa at the center of the funnel. In reaction to the onslaught, the young woman covered her head with her arms and ran up the front walk toward the building to get out of its path. The wind disappeared and the leaves fell to the ground on the sidewalk as quickly as it had started. Overhead the sky was once again blue.

She’s here, he thought.

The leaves settled gently on the sidewalk. Sarah laughed, removing a few dry leaves that had snagged on her scarf and sweater.

My goodness! It’s getting blustery!” Mrs. Casey exclaimed as she hurried across the brick sidewalk to the open gate that Sarah ran through, moments before. “Are you ok, dear?”

I’m fine, really.” Sarah said almost to herself while smoothing her hair. “Just a little wind.”

Well, dear, if it was any more wind it would have swept you away to Oz.” Sarah heard the deep Boston accent in the woman’s voice and felt immediately comfortable with the realtor. The cadence was almost like she was listening to her maternal grandmother, Rose. Growing up in Connecticut, her grandmother's Boston accent was fodder for jokes, but she always associated the distinctive pronunciations with happy childhood memories. Sarah waited as Mrs. Casey reached into her oversized bag and easily pulled out a business card.

Thank you, Mrs. Casey,” Sarah said as she examined the card. “I’m so glad you were able to meet me on short notice.” Sarah stood on the bottom step and waited as Mrs. Casey dug paperwork out of her briefcase. Glancing around the small front enclosure she wasn’t sure was big enough to qualify as a yard, she noticed the black wrought iron flower boxes mounted below the bay windows, full of deep russet, red, and burnt orange mums. Mrs. Casey finished pulling out the listing sheet and noticed where Sarah was looking.

The flowers are lovely, aren’t they? You should see this place in the summer! I don’t know how he does it. No one ever sees him working in the garden but it’s always immaculate.” She leaned over and pointed to the side of the building indicating she actually meant around the corner. “Over there are the rose bushes. This is actually one of the few brownstones that has a little side yard since the alley cuts through there.”

Sarah looked at the old-world cobblestone alley. Mrs. Casey continued her garden tour, “Not big enough to do much with, but he keeps pink roses in the summer all along those wooden trellises.”

It’s very nice. You can tell the property is well kept; it’s wonderful that he cares so much for the landscaping.”

Everything is kept well. This was a grand house in her day.” Mrs. Casey stressed the last sentence as she looked lovingly up to the front door. The realtor continued with a tone of letting Sarah in on a fact already well known in certain social circles, “This is one of the prime rental properties in the South End, dear.”

Mrs. Casey started to climb the front steps slowly. Sarah wondered if it was her age that slowed her down but this seemed different, almost hesitant. As if on cue, the woman turned and looked down at Sarah, two steps below. She put one hand on the railing to steady herself before speaking.

Before we go in, I must tell you something. We will be meeting with the owner in a few minutes. He’s very particular about his renters since he lives on the first floor.”

Sarah started to say she would make a good impression but the woman laid her gloved hand on her arm to quiet her.

There’s more.” Mrs. Casey looked down at her feet in discomfort with what she was about to say. “He had an accident . . . of some sort. I am not sure exactly what happened but he is disfigured and very, very self-conscious.” Her eyes darted back to Sarah’s and locked. “Don’t act like you pity him. Don’t ask any questions about it. And, whatever you do, don’t look straight at him.”

Is it that bad?”

I really don’t know the extent of it. He tries to cover as much he can and I pretend like nothing is wrong. But it’s bad. I always keep myself busy and interested in looking at something else.”

I will avoid looking at him. Promise.”

I’ve lost some good tenants by them being too interested in him. He’s a proud man. He has done a lot of beautiful work; everything in this home has been lovingly maintained. The whole building possesses a charm you just don’t see anymore.”

Mrs. Casey searched Sarah’s face, making sure all this had settled in.

Ready, dear?”

Ready.”

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1 comment:

  1. Thanks for the interview, Andrea. Great questions and it was a lot of fun. Also, thank you for participating in my launch of Cursed!
    Happy holidays and happy reading --
    Lynn Ricci

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