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Excerpt: A Pilgrimage to Death by Alexa Padgett

Excerpt: A Pilgrimage to Death by Alexa Padgett


Title: A Pilgrimage to Death 

Author: Alexa Padgett 
Publication date: August 14th 2018
Genres: Adult, Mystery, Thriller

Excerpt: A Pilgrimage to Death by Alexa Padgett
About the book:
They murdered her sister. They threatened her church. But their day of reckoning will cost her everything…
When Cici Gurule finds the dead body of a parishioner in the nearby Santa Fe National Forest, she’s horrified to realize the victim bears the same stab wounds that ended her twin sister’s life one year earlier.
Now, as a freewheeling, progressive reverend who’ll stop at nothing to protect her flock, she’ll need to join forces with her detective friend and loyal pair of Great Pyrenees to hunt down the killer before she’s forced to officiate another funeral. 
Soon, however, Cici discovers her sister was on the trail of a deep-rooted criminal operation, and her death was no random act of violence. With the criminals out for Cici’s blood, she needs to catch the wolf by the tail…before it goes in for the kill.
Fans of Gillian Flynn, Paula Hawkins, and Stacy Claflin will love Alexa’s Padgett’s new edge-of-your-seat novel! Scroll up and click to start this fast-paced, high-octane mystery thriller!


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Sam brought his chair down with a soft thump as it hit the patio paver but he didn’t say anything for another long moment. 
“Anna Carmen was my best friend. She helped me through a hard time—she helped me see what I couldn’t then.”
Cici’s lip trembled as she lifted her teacup. “I miss her, too. So much. Yesterday . . . it all came bubbling back up.”
Sam’s hand settled on Cici’s shoulder in that gesture of comfort she’d come to depend on. 
“I know you do. And, yeah, I figured it would.”
Jaycee sidled up to their table and settled Sam’s large glass of iced tea on the table. Condensation formed on the glass, dripping down to wet the white napkin beneath it. 
“I thought of something,” the girl said. 
Both Cici and Sam turned their faces up to the teenager. 
“Mr. Johnson told me one time he was meeting someone about a case.” Her brow wrinkled for a moment before she shrugged. “Does that help?” 
Sam tugged at his short ponytail. “Maybe. Thanks, Jaycee.”
“Sure.” The girl skittered off to greet some new patrons.
“You think you know what the case is, don’t you?” Cici asked, pouring more tea into her cup.


Excerpt: A Pilgrimage to Death by Alexa Padgett
About the Author:
With a degree in international marketing and a varied career path that includes content management for a web firm, marketing direction for a high-profile sports agency, and a two-year stint with a renowned literary agency, award-winning author Alexa Padgett has returned to her first love: writing fiction.


Alexa spent a good part of her youth traveling. From Budapest to Belize, Calgary to Coober Pedy, she soaked in the myriad smells, sounds, and feels of these gorgeous places, wishing she could live in them all—at least for a while. And she does in her books.

She lives in New Mexico with her husband, children, and Great Pyrenees pup, Ash. When not writing, schlepping, or volunteering, she can be found in her tiny kitchen, channeling her inner Barefoot Contessa.

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Adding Emotional Depth to Your Characters

Adding Emotional Depth to Your Characters, guest post by Jessica Redmerski (author of Everything Under the Sun). Includes giveaway!


It is true what they say: If you don’t feel your characters emotions, neither will your readers. Okay, that’s not exactly how the saying goes, but it’s close and true enough. And through first-hand experience, I can confidently say it’s 100% accurate!

Adding Emotional Depth to Your Characters, guest post by Jessica Redmerski (author of Everything Under the Sun). Includes giveaway!
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When I wrote THE EDGE OF NEVER, I felt that story, and every single one of the character’s emotions; the scenes I cried my eyes out writing are the same scenes countless readers mention also crying their eyes out reading. When I wrote that book, I wrote it for myself, not for an audience, or because the genre was popular at the time and I wanted to jump on a bandwagon, or because I wanted to make a quick buck. I wrote it for me. And I believe in my heart that is so important when writing any story. You have to love it and feel it or no one else is going to love it or feel it. On the other side, I have written a book that I didn’t particularly feel, or love, or really want to write in that moment. It was basically forced, therefore the story felt forced to readers.

So, about ‘Adding Emotional Depth to Your Characters’, I think that is the best way to achieve this: write for you; write from the heart; write what you want to read, write what you need to get off your chest, write what you feel most passionate about in the moment, write what you feel like needs to be said.

Never write what everybody else is writing, or what you think everybody else wants to read (because no one will want to read it if you didn’t truly love writing it). This is the way to avoid one-dimensional characters, and the only way to add emotional depth to them. Love them, feel them, become them, and your readers will too. Readers are more attracted to emotion than to description or fads or popularity; they will remember a book that affected them emotionally long after one with beautiful imagery and well-crafted scenes; they will connect easier with characters through emotional lines rather than how ‘interesting’ you think your character is. When it comes down to it, I don’t think anything matters more to a reader than the way they feel after reading your story. You can write about a raccoon digging through a garbage can and the reader will love it as long as he or she feels it.

I’m happy to say that my latest novel, EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN, was 100% written from the heart. It was a story that needed to be told, one that I went through nearly every emotion imaginable while writing. I became Thais and Atticus, and I felt their pain and their struggles and their love for each other.

I hope you love it as much as I did.

Adding Emotional Depth to Your Characters, guest post by Jessica Redmerski (author of Everything Under the Sun). Includes giveaway!
Jessica Redmerski is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, international bestseller, and award winner, who juggles several different genres. She began self-publishing in 2012, and later with the success of THE EDGE OF NEVER, signed on with Grand Central Publishing/Forever Romance. Her works have been translated into more than twenty languages.

Jessica is a hybrid author who, in addition to working with a traditional publisher, also continues to self-publish. Her popular crime and suspense series, In the Company of Killers, has been optioned for television and film by actor and model William Levy.

She also writes as J.A. Redmerski.


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Writing A Novel Within A Frame

Writing A Novel Within A Frame, guest post by Gail Vida Hamburg @gailvidahamburg @iReadBookTours


While writing my first novel, The Edge of the World, (Mirare Press, 2007) I was like an explorer in the Amazon rain forest, slipping under low-hanging tree branches, and parting curtains of palms and vines, until I got to the center of my story. It was a wonderful creative journey, but it took years to write because I had no plan. I had a first person narrator and she and I were searching for the story in front of us. We’d get lost in the forest, we’d follow false leads, walk around in circles, or go off on tangents. It was a work of the subconscious, a work of retrieving memory, of fusing new knowledge to old experience, of inventing characters and creating composite characters to advance the story. It was a beautiful adventure in art and exasperating. I didn’t know what the novel was about until I finished multiple drafts. While I’m happy with the finished book, I believe I could have been a more effective novelist if I’d done some advance work before going into the fictional woods.
Writing A Novel Within A Frame, guest post by Gail Vida Hamburg @gailvidahamburg @iReadBookTours
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With Liberty Landing, my second novel, (Mirare Press, 2018) I began thinking of the story I was planning to write long before I wrote it.  I had a seed of an idea about the novel I envisioned, a novel about the American Experience today and the American Experiment bequeathed to us by the Founders. I began reading American history, about the Founding Fathers, and about the beginning of America. I knew the novel would be about Americans in a small community and I began to think of the fictional universe of my novel and the characters to tell the story. Even before I began writing the novel, I sketched an outline of the story, one sentence bios of each of the major characters, and their relationships to each other.
By the time I sat down to write Liberty Landing, I had a frame for the story and my main characters cut on the canvas. When I look at the outline now—the frame that preceded the seven year enterprise of writing the novel—I am amazed by how little I strayed from it, and  astonished by how the novel unfolded, and how the characters surprised me at every turn. In the outline, I did not know anything about Gabriel Khoury, my protagonist, other than that he was a Palestinian Christian. In the outline, all I knew of Angeline LaLande was that she was a journalist, and that she was Louisiana Creole.

While there are writers who insist that any pre-writing sullies the writing of fiction, I am inclined to disagree. When an artist begins a painting, she is compelled to paint within the borders and edges of a canvas. The novelist’s canvas has no edges, one can keep writing pages in a Word document up to 32 MB. An outline, a thumbnail, a map, a diagram—a visual expression of the story doesn’t spoil the writing of fiction. Rather it is controlled creativity, propelling the story forward within a structure. It gives shape and form to the emerging story. A novel can be told in countless ways. An outline allows the writer not to waste her writing time going down countless trails. It liberates the novelist to write a story into being without getting lost.

Writing A Novel Within A Frame, guest post by Gail Vida Hamburg @gailvidahamburg @iReadBookTours
Gail Vida Hamburg is an award-winning American journalist, author, and museum storyist. She is the author of The Edge of the World (Mirare Press, 2007), a novel about the impact of American foreign policy on individual lives. A nominee for the 2008 James Fenimore Cooper Prize, it is a frequent text in undergraduate post- colonial studies, war studies, and creative writing programs. Born in Malaysia, she spent her teens and twenties in England before migrating to the United States. She holds a Master of Fine Arts in Literature and Creative Writing from Bennington Writers Seminars at Bennington College, Vermont. Liberty Landing, the first volume in her trilogy about the American Experience, is her love letter to the great American Experiment.

She lives in Chicago—the setting for Liberty Landing, a finalist for the 2016 PEN/Bellwether Prize for Socially Engaged Fiction.

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Interview with Bernie DiPasquale

Interview with Bernie DiPasquale  @AuthorBernieD @iReadBookTours #WhatDoesGodSoundLike


What genre do you write and why?  
Children’s Books I have written 2 so far, My Special Gifts & What Does God Sound Like

Tell us about your latest book. 
My Special Gifts is my latest book.  My Special gifts is available on Amazon Life gives us all many gifts, we only need to pause, look around, and appreciate. Bryn, my 3 year old Grandson, tells his story about his gifts. Gifts given by family, friends, and everyday life. We need to teach our children at a young age the tools for happiness and contentment.

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What marketing methods are you using to promote your book?  
I have an author website, and a book publicist that does my marketing and helps me get interviews like these.
What formats is the book available in? 
My Special Gifts is available in paperback , kindle coming soon & What Does God Sound Like Paperback and Kindle
What advice do you have for other writers? 
No advice except if you have an idea you want to share, take each step at a time…you’ll get there.  And, make it yours, don’t doubt what you have to say.
Who is you favorite character in your book and why? 
Bryndon from My Special Gifts…if you met him you would understand why.  Words can not express his character (for lack of a better word)                     

Where can a reader purchase your book? 
All my books are available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Books A Million

Interview with Bernie DiPasquale  @AuthorBernieD @iReadBookTours #WhatDoesGodSoundLikeWhat are you doing to market the book?  
We use social media, my website, blog tours and author interviews to market and promote my books.

Who inspires you? 
My family, especially my Grandkids.  Two of them are the inspiration and focus of my 2 books

How do you research your books? 
No research was needed and not really a plot, just ideas…straight from the grandchildren

Who or what inspired you to become a writer? 
I never really wanted to be a writer, I just wanted to write these books.  There’s a difference.

When you’re not writing, how do you spend your time? 
Spend time with family


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Book Showcase: When They Came by Kody Boye

Book Showcase: When They Came by Kody Boye


Title: When They Came
Author: Kody Boye
Genre: YA SciFi, Horror

Book Showcase: When They Came by Kody Boye
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I was never afraid of monsters—at least, not until They came: the visitors from outer space.

Now They're in our skies, on our streets, always watching, forever waiting.

At seventeen, I'm just about to graduate from the Juvenile Education System and declare my career of choice. The Midnight Guard—who protect our community from the vicious things that lie outside our walls—calls to me. 

It’s hard, dangerous work, with grueling hours that offer little sleep, but it’s the one thing I know will help make a difference in our ever-changing world.


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About the Author
Born and raised in Southeastern Idaho, Kody Boye began his writing career with the publication of his story [A] Prom Queen’s Revenge at the age of fourteen. Published nearly three-dozen times before going independent at eighteen, Boye has authored numerous works—including the short story collection Amorous Things, the novella The Diary of Dakota Hammell, the zombie novel Sunrise and the epic fantasy series The Brotherhood Saga.

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Excerpt: Faking Lucky by Q. D. Purdu

Excerpt: Faking Lucky by Q. D. Purdu


Title: Faking Lucky
Author: Q. D. Purdu
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Excerpt: Faking Lucky by Q. D. Purdu
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Desdemona, a pianist in the Austin life-music scene, is channel-surfing when she stumbles upon the program Marriage Exposure. The trashy television show gets people to spill all the secrets of their sex lives, and Desdemona’s ex-boyfriend just happens to be a guest. To her shock and horror, Desdemona’s ex announces on national television that he dumped her because she never got the big O. “She faked…,” he says. Every single time.
Her life is wrecked! If her friends, family and colleagues haven’t seen the interview yet, they will.
How do you survive a scandal like this? How did he know she faked? And why is it that in the bedroom, Desdemona never, ever gets lucky?
The lovable, creative and quirky heroine tackles these challenges. As Desdemona tries to run damage control on her reputation, she begins to explore her sexuality. Along the way, she will get a second chance at genuine love.
Q. D. Purdu’s Finding Lucky won first place in the romance category of the Texas Writers’ League. Desdemona’s quest for the Big O is full of hilarious moments, handsome men, and heartfelt memories.


Excerpt:

Faking Lucky
Chapter 1
So I’m home alone on Saturday night in my flannel PJs, relaxed on my denim sofa, eating fudge and brazil nuts, and channel surfing. Jewelry channel—maybe a flashy gem would jazz up my life. Gag—tonight it’s cameos. Sex in the City—I bet they all faked it, even Samantha. Marriage Exposure—where do they find people who will go on television and argue about their sex lives?
Wait.
I don’t believe my eyes. It looks like Burt on Marriage Exposure. I raise the volume and edge closer to the screen. It is him, the same reddish-brown hair and sharp features. He’s even wearing his favorite green-striped polo shirt. I haven’t seen him in a year, and he’s wearing that same shirt. The short-haired woman sitting next to him has her hands covering her face. She’s wailing something like, “You never loved me! You never loved me!”
It can’t be. Burt’s in an L-word relationship? I edge closer to the screen, hardly breathing.
Burt pulls at the back of his neck with one hand, the way he always does when he’s stressed, and looks down toward his feet. “I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t love you.” Unbelievable. He’s married to her.
She uncovers her red, puffy face and leans close to him. “You never loved me.” Spit flies out with her words. “You’ve always loved…” She gives a big, gasping sob and then slowly, distinctly blurts out my name. “…Desdemona. With…with…her beautiful dark eyes. Her perfect body. Her incredible piano playing.” More spit with the p’s. “Her long, thick raven hair.” She raises both hands to her head and pulls at her brownish spikes.
No. I must have misheard.
But she repeats my name, dragging out each syllable as if it causes her physical pain. “Des…de…mon…a.”
Could Burt have dated another Desdemona?
Something mushes between my toes. Fudge under my foot oozes out onto my creamy-white lamb’s-wool throw, which is now on the floor. I must have stood when she wailed my name. Brazil nuts are all over the floor.
Burt takes her by the shoulders. “Jenny, no.” He always was considerate of everyone’s feelings. “I could never love Desdemona. She…she’s a freak. She fakes orgasms.”
A crazy giggle snakes its way up from my chest. Is this really happening? How could he have known? Guys can’t really tell, can they? The giggle morphs into a nauseated groan. Am I dreaming? Drugged? In a parallel universe? Has Burt just announced my unspeakable flaw to the world?
And so what if I don’t get the big O every, single time? Well, I guess I hardly ever get it…OK—I got it three times, and it would have been four if my vibrator had not quit working. But I’m not even twenty-seven yet—far from the sexual peak of forty.
At some point during the last minute my phone has started buzzing. My autopilot eyes glance at it. Friends are texting me about Burt being on TV. So there is something worse than being a nonorgasmic faker. It’s being a nonorgasmic faker and having the whole world know it.
A loud animallike howl shocks the breath out of me. What is that? I freeze and listen for a split second before I realize the roar is coming from me.
I muffle my howls, hoping I haven’t alarmed my landlady, who lives in the attached duplex. With foot in fudge and phone facedown, I’m transfixed.
Burt embraces his sobbing wife and mutters endearments. The MC hoofs it into the audience, whose members are clamoring to speak into the microphone.
A long-haired, leather-vested guy gets the first shot. “Hey, Burt.” He’s got an oily, smooth voice—could be a talk-show host himself. “Ah, maybe you just ain’t man enough for Mona.”
Mona. I hate when people call me Mona. But this could be good. Maybe the world will forget my real name. Yes! Mona.
Next a clean-cut, older guy steps up and glares at the leather vest. “Des. De. Mon. A. Not Mona.” Crap. “You should be respectful enough to pronounce her complete name.”
The audience interrupts with hoots that could be boos or cheers or random insanity. The MC swings the mic toward an elderly lady, but the clean-cut guy jerks him back. “I’m not finished. The first gentleman—” He rolls his eyes toward the leather vest. “—was correct about one thing.”
The impatient grandma reaches for the mic, and the MC blocks her hand and tries to hurry the clean-cut guy, who looks like he’s gearing up for a long lecture. “If Desdemona is not satisfied, it’s clearly a sign of the male’s lack of technique. Research shows…”
Grandma’s hand darts between the two men and snatches the mic. She runs down an aisle with the MC in pursuit. “Burt!” Her voice is surprisingly loud and shrill. “Did you ask Desdemona what’s a matter?” She screams out questions as the MC chases, grabbing futilely for the mic. “Did you ask her why?” This elderly woman sprints like a teenager. “How do you know she faked? Did you go down?” The audience is out of control now.
In a shuffle of arms, a tall, skinny guy commandeers the mic. “Hey, Desdemona.” It’s as if he’s looking straight at me—in the room with me—seeing me. “Come to me.” Hairs skitter across the back of my neck. “I’ll get you there, baby.”
Somehow the MC has produced a second mic that overrides the other one and muffles the noise of the audience. “Thanks for being with us for another shocking episode of Marriage Exposure. Tune in tomorrow for an unbelievable brother-in-law who sneaks into bed with his own brother’s wife—” He pauses, moves close to the camera, and raises both eyebrows several times. “—without her knowing it. You’re not going to want to miss this.”
The camera pans over the audience that is now chanting, “Desdemona, Desdemona, Desdemona…”
A diet-pill commercial is halfway over before I shake off the shock enough to silence the TV. Eleanor, my cat, is batting a Brazil nut across the floor. My phone rings. Ugh. It’s Mom. I grab the phone and the ruined lamb’s wool, scoop up the nuts, and hop toward the kitchen to stick my foot in the sink. I would ignore my mother, but if I don’t answer, she’ll call my landlady to come over and make sure I’m not bound and gagged, unconscious, or murdered.
How will I deal with my mother’s shock about Burt’s revelation?
“Mija, where are you?”
“Home.”
“Alone?” She’d like me to be married and have several kids by now. Alone is never a word she welcomes.
“Yes.”
“On Saturday night—home alone? With all there is to do in Austin?”
“Yes.”
She lets a long silence hang. I would normally fill it with disclaimers about being too tired to go out or the last-minute cancellation of my gig tonight. Instead of chatting her up, I wait her out and run water over my foot. Eleanor, maybe sensing my misery, rubs against my other leg. Nothing I could say will divert Mother from Burt’s blast. I take deep breaths, steadying myself for the onslaught.
She finally seems to realize she’s not getting an explanation about my solitary Saturday night. “How do I say this?” She sighs loudly. “It’s one thing to know people privately, but to see them as a nationally known personality…it’s…it’s…”
“Mom, just say it.” Tears well in my eyes. The reality of an insane TV show barging into my life stabs in places I didn’t know I could hurt.
“OK, OK. Well, it happened while I was with my book-club group at the bookstore.” It’s really just a book corner in the general store on Main Street.
“You’re at the store?” This makes no sense. It’s too late for the store to be open.
“No—I’m not there now. We were there from six to eight tonight for our weekly meeting, and then we went to ladies’ night at the margarita bar and had two-for-ones, and I just now got home. You know that new bar that opened where the bakery used to be?”
There are only a dozen stores in my hometown of Garcia. How could I forget? “Yeah.”
“The antique store is also adding a coffee shop—oh, I’m rambling. Want me to just get to the point?”
I force out a whisper and blot my tear-slicked face with a paper towel. “Yes.”
She takes a deep breath again. No question that she’s unnerved by the conversation we’re about to have. My stomach knots. It will be worse to hear my mother talking about Burt and fake orgasms than it was to hear strangers on national television. I lower my wet but clean foot from the sink so I’m standing solidly. I pick up Eleanor, who allows one of her rare cuddles. She must know I need it.
“Hunter Johns.”
I gasp. His name triggers the same pow in my chest that happens every time I think of him, or see a stranger tilt his head that certain way, or hear a laugh that mimics Hunter’s deep ring, or dream of kissing him only to wake and remember it will never happen again. Pow.
            “Desdemona, are you there? Did you hear me?”
            I should answer Mom—say something. It’s been over nine years since Hunter and I were seniors in high school and he left the campus in handcuffs. Nine years since we swore our love to each other. Nine years since I ruined our chances of ever being together. But still the regret and loss slice razor sharp.
            “Desdemona?”
            “What about Hunter?” My voice scrapes.
            “Oh, good, I thought we’d been cut off. Well, we were about to discuss our new novel when all these people flooded in. Not locals, but people from San Antonio, Austin, Houston. It was just amazing. Our quiet little Saturday-night book talk was turning into…”
            “What about Hunter?” I can’t fathom where this is going. I’m so caught off guard that for a full two seconds I forget Marriage Exposure.
            “I’m getting to him. So Alma went up to the manager and asked, ‘What’s going on?’ And he said a national best-selling mystery writer was here for a book signing. Have you read Des Amone’s books?”
            “Yes. Sure I have.”
            “Did you read the one that was made into a movie?”
            “Mom. Where is this going? What does it have to do with Hunter?”
            “Des Amone is Hunter’s pen name. And Hunter came to Garcia to do a hometown launch of his new book tour. It’s all over the Internet, but none of us noticed. You know we mainly stick to romances.”
“Des Amone…” I repeat her words to make sense of them. “…is Hunter’s pen name.”
“Isn’t that a hoot? And ya’ll were in school together.” Mom is oblivious to the relationship I had with Hunter. She lives in her own little world that revolves around her tiny, barely-break-even flower shop with her upstairs living quarters—my home until I moved to Austin. “So we each bought his book, and when he signed mine, he asked about you. Can you believe it—a famous, rich author still remembering a classmate from all those years ago? Isn’t it funny how his pen name kind of sounds like Desdemona?”
She doesn’t wait for me to answer. “So for our next meeting we’re all reading Hunter’s book. You know it’s just so much fun to read a book with a group…”
“What did he say about me? What did you tell him?”
“He just asked how you are, and I told him you were playing all over Austin and giving lessons. I showed him that picture of you in your long, red dress, playing that red baby grand. I think it was taken in some bar on Sixth Street. He said, ‘Still beautiful as ever.’” I shut my eyes and make myself breathe. “We could have talked and talked, but there was a line behind me, so I moved on. I told him to look you up when he goes to Austin on his book tour. And I gave him your number.”
The pow that hit me when she said his name evolves into a melody that fills my chest while she drones on. The melody, not one that I could ever put to music no matter how hard I try, is always there—inside—below the surface. But at times like this it expands, presses, and hurts in the middle of my chest.


Excerpt: Faking Lucky by Q. D. Purdu
About the Author
Q. D. Purdu’s debut romance FAKING LUCKY, under the title of DESDEMONA FINDS THE BIG O IN LOVE, won first place in the Texas Writers’ League Romance category, 2014. Her novella THE LIGHT WE FOUND, first published in MOTHER'S DAY MAGIC anthology, is now available as a stand-alone short read. 


Q. D. loves her rescued puppy, red wine, running through sprinklers, dark chocolate with sugared ginger, and anything wrapped in a corn tortilla. Her prized possessions include a hot pink Christmas tree and a garden full of okra and basil. 

She hasn’t decided what she’ll be when she grows up, but whatever it is will be filled with romantic impossibilities.



Excerpt: Faking Lucky by Q. D. Purdu

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