United By Books is pleased to have Shewanda Pugh on the blog today so we can learn more about her as well as her book Crimson Footprints........
1 ~ Can you please share with us a little about yourself?
I'm a native of Boston, though I live in sunny Miami these days. I have a B.A. in Political Science from Alabama A&M University and an M.A in Writing from Nova Southeastern. Past times include reading a great book (I average about 2 a week), watching old black & white films, traveling, and talking way too much.
2 ~ Please tell us a little about Crimson Footprints?
Crimson Footprints is the story of an insecure, biracial woman who begins a cloak-and-dagger love affair with a Japanese American charmer. The reason for her secrecy? A bigoted family that she nonetheless loves. However, secrecy has its consequences.
3~ Would you like to share an excerpt with us today?
4~ What would you do for a klondike bar ?
Absolutely nothing. They're gross.
5~ Please tell the Readers in two sentences why they should check out Crimson Footprints.
I'll let a reviewer do that for you: "Are you kidding me with how good this book was??? I can't even write a review right now, I'm on such an emotional high!" Elise Marion, Author of Cake.
6~ What is something people would be surprised to know about you?
That I'm a Harry Potter junkie.
7~ How did you celebrate the sale of your first book?
I didn't. Is that lame of me? I bet it is.
8~ What's in store next for your readers?
The sequel to Crimson Footprints. You won't believe what happens there.
9~ Is there anything special you would like to say to your readers while we have you here today?
********* 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.
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.
Copyright by Shewanda Pugh
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