Brenda Jernigan (Author Interview)
Please tell us something unique about you we can’t learn from your bio.
I kept a book from the library. I was trying to find a really good book and I found Something Wonderful by Judith McNaught. I loved it so much I didn’t want to turn it in so I told the library that I’d lost it. I paid $20 for that $3.95 book but it was worth it. Later on I met Judith at an RWA conference and had her sign the book. She laughed when she saw it and said it was an original.
What’s your favorite part of writing?
When I type The End. That’s when I know all the doubts and hard work has paid off.
What’s the strangest thing you’ve learned while researching a book?
When researching Black Magic – I had to learn a lot about Steam Boats.
If you could live in one of your stories, which one would you choose and why?
This is a hard question. I love Regency but only if I had money. It’s not so great if you were poor. And I just came off of 5 days without electricity with Hurricane Matthew and living without electricity is no fun and very boring. But I love Adam from The Duke’s Lady so that would probably be my choice.
What stories do you have in the works right now?
I am working on a Medieval with a touch of fantasy. It is slow going at the moment as Hurricane Matthew destroyed by mother’s house and I’ve been dealing with that problem. 17 inches of rain is no fun. However, I hope to finish the book sometime next year.
The author is giving away a $10 gift card and a copy of The Ladies.
About The Ladies
From the elegant ballrooms of 1800’s London, to the wilds of America, enjoy the spirited women as they tame their Rakes, and embark on marvelous adventures.
The Duke’s Lady
An American spy with a British birth, Adam Trent, the Duke of St. Ives, is consumed with gathering information to use against England’s navy. Despite the intrigues of war, the mystery of the lovely young woman washed ashore near his Cornwall estate is one he cannot resist. With the ragged remains of a treasure map concealed in her chemise and no memory of who she is and how she got there, the dark beauty is a puzzle.
Love Only Once
Bitter Betrayal – Jonathan Hird, Earl of Longdale, wants sweet revenge on Lady Elizabeth Trent for leaving him at the altar. After a couple of years at sea, Jonathan returns and forms a perfect plan for Sweet Revenge.
The Wicked Lady
When Trevor Claremont, the Duke of Chatsworth, is blind-sided by a pickpocket, he isn’t prepared for the feisty redhead who he finds is one wicked lady. Seeing a solution to his pressing problem of finding a bride to please his dying grandmother, he offered her a deal: marriage to him…or prison, never imaging that this little cut-purse would also steal his heart.
Images filled her dark world.
First, a flash of blue—beautiful, tranquil—then flashes of white as two ships bobbed like tiny corks in the middle of a stormy sapphire sea. Billowing canvas sails flapped in the wind, catching her attention just before someone yelled, “Come about!”
Suddenly, a loud explosion jarred her, followed by shouts of panic from all directions. The sails came tumbling down, and she saw blood . . . lots of blood.
Jewel tossed and turned in her fever-induced sleep, trying to cry for help, but the sound wouldn’t come.
Somewhere a man screamed in agony. Blood oozed between his fingers as he turned and glared at her. She gasped at the sight. His cheek had been ripped open from his mouth to his ear.
The grotesque face was too close for comfort as he reached out and grabbed her wrist, sending the small, bloody knife she held skittering across the deck. Jewel tried to swing out, but someone held her arms. She couldn’t move.
She couldn’t breathe.
She was going to die.
When she looked again, her attacker had disappeared, and Jewel slipped back into the timeless void she’d been in before.
Peaceful sleep … no pain. Such a blissful state. She wanted to stay here forever.
She felt something cool on her forehead, and her eyelids fluttered open and she found herself staring into the Devil’s black eyes. Her bottom lip quivered as she pleaded, “Please, don’t hurt me.”
The words had barely been uttered before she drifted back into a foggy state of sleep. She felt the comfort and warmth of the Devil, and vaguely heard his softly spoken words, which left her with a feeling of contentment.
Strong arms cradled her close, yet she sensed those same arms were capable of crushing the very life from her body. But for now they offered her comfort.