Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Book Blurb: Crimson Footprints by Shewanda Pugh

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.

 Excerpt One
“I wish that I didn’t want my family’s love so bad. I wish I could be one of those people who wore
leather jackets and didn’t give a damned.”
Tak shot her a look. “You’d be musty if you wore a leather jacket in this heat.”
Deena grinned. “You know what I mean.”
He shrugged. “Who doesn’t want a decent family, Dee? It’s not much to ask for.”

Tak paused to pluck a seashell from the sand. Chipped and polished by time, it shone under the
glint of a fast setting sun. “I don’t know the answers,” he said. “But they seem to be in things like
this,” he held up the shell.
She frowned. “I don’t follow.”
He shrugged. “Well think about it. What’s a shell? It’s just a—a hard, protective outer layer.” He
hurled it in the ocean. “The same is true with family. They’re an outer layer, a protection from the
world. At least that’s what they’re supposed to be.” He paused. “Think about what happens when
you screw with an animal that has one of those hard shells. What does he do?”
“He goes into it.”
“Right. He retreats.” He thumbed the shell thoughtfully. “Now imagine if you were to rip the
shell off a turtle and expose him. What do you think you’d find?”
Deena cringed. “Something soft and hurting.
“And dead, if not close to it. So, our hypothetical turtle, who’s able to stand our shell transplant,
needs another shell, another form of protection. And so do you.” Tak handed the grooved and
sand-polished subject to Deena. She looked down at it.
“So, how’ve I been surviving all this time? What’s my shell?”
Tak grinned. “Tell you what. I’ll let you know when I crack it.”

Copyright by Shewanda Pugh

The author is offering commenters on the tour an opprotunity to win a $10 Amazon gift card. Other tour stops are here

About the Author:
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.

2 comments:

  1. Good excerpt- Thanks for the spotlight

    junegirl63 at gmail dot com

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    1. No problem. Good luck with the contest.

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