Spotlight On: Curious by D. L. Richardson

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Title: Curious (3 novels in 1) by D L Richardson

Genres: Young adult – urban fantasy/paranormal spy adventure/paranormal romance

Series: Not part of a series

ISBN: 9781311944474

Book Length: 536 pages

Publisher: self published

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23274893-curious

Buy Links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00O7GQRLY

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

 

A spy’s job is to infiltrate an environment, gather intelligence, and report back to the government. The CIA was aware that Hank harbored secrets, but what those secrets were continued to elude them. Three weeks ago, I’d been given the job of uncovering them. Yesterday, I’d had a breakthrough when I’d discovered the stockpile of chemical weapons that Hank’s company manufactured.

Without waiting to report back to the government, I’d set about removing the bombs from their original locations—The Coliseum, Disneyland, and Universal Studios—and I’d hidden them in unpopulated areas instead. In the unlikely event that my plan failed and the bombs went off, the damage would be minimal. The CIA wouldn’t hang me out to dry for minimal damage, so my unblemished career would remain intact—mostly.

Concealing the bombs offered only a short-term solution. Ahead lay the challenge of hacking into Hank’s secure computer system to uncover the deactivation codes.

Retrieving data from a secure computer system wasn’t as easy as TV made it look. Secret documents were usually given file names like Birthday Pics or Phone Bill. Only an idiot gave the documents their real file names such as Bomb Locations. Hank Miller was an evil madman, but he wasn’t a stupid evil madman.

I’d located the file containing the manual deactivation codes, but without first disabling the bombs with an overriding code, sort of like a booby trap, the manual codes were useless. I had fifteen days left to find the codes. After that, boom.

Little Red Gem

Excerpt

 

… “You all right?” Leo said. “You look a little shaken.”

I stared at him and thought to 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?

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.

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?

Overwhelmed, I burst into 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.”

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.

 

 

The Bird with the Broken Wing

Excerpt

 

Since arriving, calmness had settled over her, as if she’d spent an entire week meditating. She hoped the quietness inside her head was real, not a curtain concealing bad memories. She didn’t want to waste her time mulling over her parents’ choice of loony bin. Quite frankly, she was happy to stay in this denial phase forever. Anything was better than accepting the unwelcome consequences.

Repressed memories… Maybe Ben’s onto something.

Rachael believed Jet was in denial. Probably true. Soon enough she’d be forced to deal with her problems, but at the moment, the natural beauty of the area demanded her attention.

As she breathed in the view, a pang of guilt sent a fresh lashing of goose bumps shimmering across her exposed shoulders. This was a fantastic place and all, but why hadn’t her parents come to visit? Even if her father refused to see her, she was surprised by her mom’s absence. As mother and daughter they’d shared squabbles and differences of opinions, but the relationship had always been a close one.

Or so she’d thought.

Jet must have once adored her father. Plenty of photos in the family album proved it. Yet there were just as many to disprove it. Anyone flicking through the album could have picked the age when the father/daughter bond was severed…around the same time as her puberty blossomed.

The sun forced Jet to close her eyes. Although she was half-naked and vulnerable, she felt freer than ever floating on the water where none of her worries could reach her. Not school. Not final exams. Not even the text messages…

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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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.

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.

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.

 

She is currently writing a serialised four book novel and working on a second volume of short stories.

Author (Contact Links)

Website: www.dlrichardson.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/D-L-Richardson/223019004391960

Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/DLRichardson1

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5265619.D_L_Richardson

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=D%20L%20Richardson&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank

 

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One comment on “Spotlight On: Curious by D. L. Richardson

  1. Thank you so much for the spotlight. I’d also like to wish you and your readers a very Merry Christmas. May you get lots and lots of books. D L xox

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