Welcome to Novel Natterings. I'm privileged to be a part of Shewanda Pugh's Blurb Blitz tour. How wonderful does this story sound! I can't wait to read it. Just need to carve out a bit more time :)
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BLURB:
When an insecure,
bi-racial woman begins a cloak-and-dagger love affair with a Japanese American
man, she is intent on keeping her bigoted family in the dark—albeit with
devastating consequences. On the night of her brother’s murder, Deena Hammond
stumbles upon Takumi Tanaka, lost and on the wrong end of a .32. After rescuing
him from the certain fate driving through the hood in a Porsche will bring, a
sweet kind of friendship begins. A balm for her grief. Maybe, Deena likes to
think, it happened the day her white mother killed her black father. Or maybe,
it was always a part of them, like DNA gone bad. Whatever the case, Deena knows
that her family would never approve, hell, never acknowledge her fast-growing
love for Takumi. And had he never made love to her that way, in that
unraveling, soul-searching sort of way, she could’ve done the same. But love’s
a devil that way. So, their game begins. One where they hide what they are from
everyone. Anyone. And Tak understands this—for now. After all, Deena’s career
hinges on the favor of her mentor and boss, his hard-ass of a father. And the
Hammond family is already stretched thin with grief. Yet, each step Deena takes
toward family and career brings her closer to an acceptance she’s never had.
And away from him. Crimson Footprints Excerpt
A slender, striking man of Asian descent was on the wrong
end of Anthony’s .32. With arms raised, his hands were splayed in a show of
defenselessness. His expression was calm, despite the growing crowd of
onlookers and the pistol in his face. Behind him, an old woman made the sign of
the cross.
“Anthony!” Deena cried, rushing towards them. Her brother
cast a single sideways glance but kept his gun level.
“Get back in the house,” he said.
Deena turned her
attention to the Asian man. She was struck by his eyes, wide and heavy-lidded.
His mouth was generous, his square face softened by layers of thick black hair.
He had boyish good looks and a long, lean athletic frame.
Japanese.
She was certain he was Japanese.
Deena turned to her brother. “Will you put that thing
away?”
The two stared at each other, older sister, young
brother, eyes narrowed. When he didn’t move, Deena stepped between the gun and
the stranger, her eyes level with the barrel. Anthony lowered the gun with a
sigh and Deena seized the opportunity to snatch it.
She turned to the stranger. “I assume that’s your car,”
she said, nodding towards a sleek gray convertible parked haphazardly, a shiny
nickel in a murky puddle. He nodded, his glossy black tresses falling into wide
almond eyes.
“Yeah, um, about that.” He cleared his throat. “He uh,
took my keys.”
Deena turned to her brother, hand extended. He dropped
the keys in her palm with a sigh, a new Ferrari slipping from his grasp with
reluctance.
She passed the keys to the stranger and their fingertips
brushed. Something warm and foreign turned over in her and her lips parted in
surprise. She thought she saw the makings of a smile in his eyes, but she
dismissed it. He took the keys and thanked her. And as she watched him peel off
with the top down on his sleek convertible, Deena’s pulse skittered then and
long after.
Shewanda Pugh is a
native of Boston’s inner city, though she now lives in sunny Miami, Florida.
She has a bachelor’s degree in Political Science from Alabama A&M
University and a Master’s in Writing from Nova Southeastern University. Fueled
from a young age, her passion for crossing societal boundaries like race, class
and culture, is the inspiration for both her cluttered bookshelf and her
writing. When she’s not busy obsessing over fiction, she can be found
traveling, nursing her social networking addiction or enjoying the company of
loved ones.
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Thanks for stopping in Shewanda. It was a pleasure learning more about your book :)
Your book sounds great Shewanda! Ill have to check it out.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the tour and promotion!
This is a powerful excerpt - Thanks for sharing it.
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Thanks for sharing Crimson Footprints and for all the wonderful words. Great site overall. You've earned a fan!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Shewanda! I love the look and sound of your book, so its very easy to say nice things about it :)
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