Interview with romantic suspense author Sylvie Kurtz

Suspense author Sylvie Kurtz joins me
today as she starts relaunching her books. Today’s focus is on the novel One
Texas Night.
Sylvie Kurtz
writes stories that explore the complexity of the human mind and the thrill of
suspense. She likes dark chocolate, knitting with soft wool, and movies that
require a box of tissues.
tell us about your current release.
I’ve had
great fun revising old friends—giving them new covers, sprucing up the insides,
especially refreshing the technology. I love that the digital revolution allows
me to keep sharing my books with new readers.
One Texas
is the first
contemporary romantic suspense novel I wrote and it contains one of my favorite
types of story conflict—amnesia. In Melinda’s case, seeing her neighbor
murdered triggered memories of a past trauma, making her want to run away. But
to have a chance at life—and love—she has to finally face what happened when
she was a little girl. She won’t be alone. She’ll have the handsome Grady by
her side as she navigates the twisted corridors of her past.
inspired you to write this book?
The way the
mind works fascinates me. A lot of the reading I do is non-fiction and a good
chunk of that is psychology related. Amnesia invites so many possibilities to
use in stories that it stirs up the creative juices. Humans are primed for
survival and the brain will use any means it can—even making you forget
something traumatic.
from One Texas Night:
didn’t happen in this slice of Texas. In the twelve years since Grady Sloan had
served as an officer in the Fargate Police Department, the department hadn’t
handled a single homicide. Now, less than twenty-four hours into his tenure as
interim police chief, Angela Petersen lay dead in the Tarrant County morgue
awaiting an autopsy.
he’d inspected the small brick home on the edge of town, no bold clues had
jumped up at him saying, “I did it!” Only blood—a lot of it—splattered
over the lace curtains, ruffled pillows, and feminine frills strewn about the
living room. No muddy footprints had marred any of the pink carpeting. No
bloody knife had lain close by with accusing fingerprints on its handle. No
signs of forced entry had marked any of the doors or windows.
except the strange woman. And the undecipherable drawing she’d held.
have to use every ounce of his resourcefulness to crack the case.
lot of fun that would be with the critical town council breathing down his back
and watching his every move. After his fiasco with Jamie—his otherwise spotless
record notwithstanding—they’d expect mistakes, and be more than ready to point
three weeks, Fargate would host their annual Fall Festival. The council had
planned Seth Mullins’ retirement celebration and the announcement of his
replacement as their crowning event.
didn’t leave Grady much time to prove the town council wrong. Or to get answers
from the woman who claimed not to remember her name.
office door blustered open.
took you so long?” Grady snapped at his sister. Tension had him strung
tighter than sun-dried leather.
hello to you, too.” Desiree Sloan dumped her briefcase and large leather
purse on top of his desk, ignoring the pile of papers she scrambled in the
process. Flyaway wisps of light brown hair escaped from the French braid that
couldn’t be more than half an hour old. While she removed the jacket of her
bright red business suit, she juggled a cup of take-out coffee between her
hands, sloshing drops onto the carpet. Good thing it was the color of
industrial grime.
sister was a brilliant psychologist, but grace wasn’t one of her attributes.
She plowed through life like a scatterbrained bull in a china shop, but when it
came to business, she focused single-mindedly as if facing a matador’s cape in
a ring. No one garnered more professional respect than Dr. Des. Which was why
he’d sought her opinion this morning.
got here as fast as I could.” She plopped into a chair, popped the loose
cover from her cup of coffee and blew on the hot liquid. “You know I’m not
a morning person.” She leaned back into the chair and crossed one leg over
the other. “So, what windmill’s got your shorts in a torque this morning,
brother dear? Vigilante cow-tipper? Mad donut snatcher at Mamie’s?” She
slapped one hand on the chair’s armrest. Her blue-gray eyes twinkled. “No,
don’t tell me! Some low-down snake took off with the high school’s royal-blue
street sign again.”
exciting story are you working on next?
work-in-progress is a little different. No romance. I tried putting it aside
several times, but the characters keep haunting me. It’s a mother/daughter
story. Grief over the loss of their husband/father has driven a chasm between
them and, when an arsonist starts burning down their small town, they have to
find a way to heal before there’s nothing left but ashes.
When did
you first consider yourself a writer?
It took a
long time. I’ve always loved by words, books, stories, but never thought I
could actually be a writer. Even after I sold my first book, I kept waiting for
the phone call telling me they’d made a mistake. Over the years, I was finally
able to say out loud that I’m a writer.
Do you
write full-time? If so, what’s your work day like? If not, what do you do other
than write and how do you find time to write?
I don’t write
full time, but I do try to make those butt-on-chair hours regular. I teach yoga
part time and take care of my grandson part time.
What would
you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I have to
have the right name for my main characters before I can start writing their
story. I also need quiet so I can hear the characters come to life. I always
wanted to write in a café, but I never get anything done when I try.
As a
child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
So many
things. An Olympic dressage rider. A horse vet. An RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted
Police), but only to participate in the musical ride. A pilot. I was a chicken,
but still had a taste for adventure.
additional you want to share with the readers?
One Texas
is set for free
at all your favorite e-book retailers for a limited time.

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