Title: Curious (3 novels
in 1) by D L Richardson
ISBN: 9781311944474
Book Length: 536 pages
Publisher: self published
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DESCRIPTION/Blurb
Three
full length novels in one supernatural collection.
In THE BIRD WITH
THE BROKEN WING, a guardian angel finds herself trapped in Purgatory with a
young soldier she was assigned to watch over. She knows the terrible secret
that’s keeping him trapped in limbo, but can’t understand why she’s stuck with
him.
In FEEDBACK,
three teenagers receive the organs of deceased CIA agent and inadvertently take
on the task of completing the mission the spy died midway through, that of
deactivating bacteria bombs threatening millions of lives.
In LITTLE RED
GEM, bad advice from a ghost, magic courtesy of an unsuspecting half-sister,
and a televised music talent show see this teen make more of a mess in death
than she ever made in life.
That’s over 500
pages of action, drama, adventure, teen issues, and romance in one unputdownable
book.
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Excerpt 1
I jumped in
surprise when a car came up on my left and honked its horn, whizzing by in a
blur of chrome. “I don’t think so, buddy.”
surprise when a car came up on my left and honked its horn, whizzing by in a
blur of chrome. “I don’t think so, buddy.”
I accelerated. If
the cops wanted to stop me, they’d have to use air support. Getting myself on
TV only added to the thrill of the chase.
the cops wanted to stop me, they’d have to use air support. Getting myself on
TV only added to the thrill of the chase.
Concern over my
reckless driving should have registered, but it didn’t. The speedometer now
read 140 miles per hour. AC/DC screeched about “Hells Bells,” and the rain
didn’t lessen. If I lost control now, I’d smash into the concrete barriers
lining the highway. It’d be game over. No way I’d survive the impact. What a
shame this last train of thought wasn’t on whether I’d survive or not, but on
whether I’d care.
reckless driving should have registered, but it didn’t. The speedometer now
read 140 miles per hour. AC/DC screeched about “Hells Bells,” and the rain
didn’t lessen. If I lost control now, I’d smash into the concrete barriers
lining the highway. It’d be game over. No way I’d survive the impact. What a
shame this last train of thought wasn’t on whether I’d survive or not, but on
whether I’d care.
Lightning bolts
exploded across the sky and lit up the windshield. In that brief flicker of
visibility, I spotted the plane on fire, blocking the highway—and the spaceship
blowing up a bridge with luminous green laser beams. I let go of the wheel,
idly watching the Lamborghini plow into the concrete barrier. Metal fragments
and orange flames danced in front of me. The sound of something exploding
boomed through the speakers. The words GAME OVER flashed across the television
screen.
exploded across the sky and lit up the windshield. In that brief flicker of
visibility, I spotted the plane on fire, blocking the highway—and the spaceship
blowing up a bridge with luminous green laser beams. I let go of the wheel,
idly watching the Lamborghini plow into the concrete barrier. Metal fragments
and orange flames danced in front of me. The sound of something exploding
boomed through the speakers. The words GAME OVER flashed across the television
screen.
The plane had been
okay, but the spaceship insulted me. For sure, the makers of the game reckoned
it’d be a hoot to throw unrealistic obstacles in my path.
okay, but the spaceship insulted me. For sure, the makers of the game reckoned
it’d be a hoot to throw unrealistic obstacles in my path.
I tossed the Xbox
controller aside and scratched my numb backside. My life couldn’t get any
worse…might as well go to school.
controller aside and scratched my numb backside. My life couldn’t get any
worse…might as well go to school.
Little Red Gem
Excerpt 1
… “You all right?” Leo said.
“You look a little shaken.”
“You look a little shaken.”
I stared at him and thought to
myself: No, I am not all right.
myself: No, I am not all right.
Two weeks ago I’d skipped my
period. Since then I hadn’t been able to look at anything the same way. A
burger was no longer a tasty lunch; it was an animal that had once lived. A
black bear was no longer a pest who broke into trash cans; it was a product of
a species that placed material objects above that species’ home. All of my
innocent and inept teenage philosophies about life and death and everything in
between had come barging towards me demanding I set down some new rules. The
top of the list of discussion points was: When did a boyfriend stop being a
boyfriend?
period. Since then I hadn’t been able to look at anything the same way. A
burger was no longer a tasty lunch; it was an animal that had once lived. A
black bear was no longer a pest who broke into trash cans; it was a product of
a species that placed material objects above that species’ home. All of my
innocent and inept teenage philosophies about life and death and everything in
between had come barging towards me demanding I set down some new rules. The
top of the list of discussion points was: When did a boyfriend stop being a
boyfriend?
I hadn’t yet decided on the
answer but the top two contenders were, 1) when he became a father, and 2) when
he found out his girlfriend was pregnant and became an ex-boyfriend.
answer but the top two contenders were, 1) when he became a father, and 2) when
he found out his girlfriend was pregnant and became an ex-boyfriend.
Why did the first adult
decision of my life have to also be the biggest? And why, despite the two
smiling faces captured in the photos stashed deep in my bag, did it feel as if this
decision was mine alone to make?
decision of my life have to also be the biggest? And why, despite the two
smiling faces captured in the photos stashed deep in my bag, did it feel as if this
decision was mine alone to make?
Overwhelmed, I burst into
tears. Leo slipped his arms around me and hugged me tightly to his chest.
tears. Leo slipped his arms around me and hugged me tightly to his chest.
“Hey, it’s okay. We weren’t in
any kind of danger. Those cars were way off. But babe, if it makes you feel any
better, I promise not to drive and talk on the phone at the same time. You know
I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”
any kind of danger. Those cars were way off. But babe, if it makes you feel any
better, I promise not to drive and talk on the phone at the same time. You know
I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”
As Leo led me back to the car
I let myself believe that our souls and hearts were like grafted plants or
symbiotic life forces, too deeply entwined to let anyone or anything threaten
to destroy us. But something already had.
I let myself believe that our souls and hearts were like grafted plants or
symbiotic life forces, too deeply entwined to let anyone or anything threaten
to destroy us. But something already had.
The Bird with the
Broken Wing
Broken Wing
Excerpt 1
“I have a bad feeling about this, Ben. This is suicide. It’s also stupid, morally wrong, and pointless.
And did I mention suicide?”
And did I mention suicide?”
Ben wasn’t listening. He was reaching a hand inside the open neck
of his shirt. She’d spent enough time with him to know he was touching the
cross on the necklace that had once belonged to his dad.
of his shirt. She’d spent enough time with him to know he was touching the
cross on the necklace that had once belonged to his dad.
“Detached, that’s how you make me feel, Ben. Like I’m watching
your life through a window.”
your life through a window.”
Striking up an old conversation was hardly creative, yet the
feeling of not belonging with him was just as strong now. She gave a heavy,
audible sigh but Ben wasn’t taking the bait. “A bubble. I live in a bubble.”
feeling of not belonging with him was just as strong now. She gave a heavy,
audible sigh but Ben wasn’t taking the bait. “A bubble. I live in a bubble.”
“Relax.” Ben closed his eyes as he sucked up a deep, dusty red
breath like he was meditating on Mars. “Everything will be all right.”
breath like he was meditating on Mars. “Everything will be all right.”
As well as a chronic worrier and a touch melodramatic, she was
also an eternal optimist. So she looked around in case she was missing
something, but all she saw was proof to the contrary. She, Ben, and a few
hundred others were in a convoy, crossing a desert that appeared to be empty,
yet the drivers had dodged gun and mortar fire since they’d passed over the
border an hour ago.
also an eternal optimist. So she looked around in case she was missing
something, but all she saw was proof to the contrary. She, Ben, and a few
hundred others were in a convoy, crossing a desert that appeared to be empty,
yet the drivers had dodged gun and mortar fire since they’d passed over the
border an hour ago.
What this land must have looked like when it’d been fertile with
lush, green trees and wide, blue rivers was hard to imagine, but she tried. Her
eyes had closed for a second when a burst of gunfire to her right jolted them
wide open again.
lush, green trees and wide, blue rivers was hard to imagine, but she tried. Her
eyes had closed for a second when a burst of gunfire to her right jolted them
wide open again.
“We signed up for non-combat jobs, remember?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Music first captured the creative interest of D L
Richardson. She got her first acoustic guitar at age ten, and in high school
she sang with the school band. When she left school she helped form her own
rock band where she sang lead vocals, played bass guitar, and wrote all the
lyrics.
Richardson. She got her first acoustic guitar at age ten, and in high school
she sang with the school band. When she left school she helped form her own
rock band where she sang lead vocals, played bass guitar, and wrote all the
lyrics.
At age 26 she realized she wanted to write novels
for the rest of her life, or die trying, so she sold her equipment, quit
pursuing a music career and began writing instead. She now have six books
published and is working on an urban fantasy series a second short story
collection.
for the rest of her life, or die trying, so she sold her equipment, quit
pursuing a music career and began writing instead. She now have six books
published and is working on an urban fantasy series a second short story
collection.
She lives in Australia on the NSW South Coast
with her husband and dog. When she’s not writing or reading she can be found
practicing her piano, playing the guitar or walking the dog.
with her husband and dog. When she’s not writing or reading she can be found
practicing her piano, playing the guitar or walking the dog.
She is currently writing a serialised four book
novel and working on a second volume of short stories.
novel and working on a second volume of short stories.
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Nadene's addiction to reading began at an early age, when a family friend gifted her a copy of Wuthering Heights. From that moment she was never without a book.She will read anything as long the material is compelling enough to hold her attention. She gained many experiences through the pages of the books she had the opportunity to read.She created this blog to share her love of books with like minded individuals hopes that in sharing reviews of the books read visitors to the blog will discover their next addictive read. When not reading, Nadene enjoys cooking, listening to music and watching television.
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