Road to Redemption, #1
by Jo Richardson
Releasing September 21st 2016
Self-Published
Self-Published
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Jackson
Stiles, Road to Redemption (Road to Redemption, #1) . . .
The sarcastic banter was by far my
favorite between Emma and Jackson. Emma was the one person, woman that Jackson
could not stand. Until the day an offer was made and allies they became.
Through it all they found a connection.
Jackson was the rough, raw,
oh-so-male, dirty talker with attitude and snarky banter bad boy with a chip on
his shoulders. Emma was more sassy that brass and the tenacity of a pitbull.
She had her eyes set on the prize. More of a prize than any one person would
think. She found that Jackson was on the same trial. She strikes a bargain and
just maybe got a lot more than she anticipated receiving.
This was a fast pace, high impact,
drama, mystery, suspense, and hilarious romance. This was a whirlwind of
entertainment running different end of the spectrum depending on what part of
the read you were in. There was no let down. Just page after page of it all. What
is next on the Road to Redemption?
Blurb
Emma
Green doesn’t mean any harm. She simply sees it as her duty to report the
misdeeds of certain Private Detectives who charge too much in a society where
people need more superheroes and less villains; something even Jackson has
convinced himself he deserves to be called, deep in his gut.
When
the two of them realize they’re investigating the same suspicious
circumstances, Emma makes Jackson an offer he only wishes he could refuse. But
can the man who trusts no one allow the one woman he can’t stand help him get
to the bottom of a murder he feels responsible for?
Exposed
and unsure, these two unexpected allies come together to unmask the mysteries
cloaked in plain sight while uncovering secrets within each other. A lost soul
and a seeker of truth travel down the road to redemption and discover more than
they bargained for.
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Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpyqsLrxlxM
Excerpt
“Morning,
Stiles.” The five-and-a-half-foot brunette that likes to make my life miserable
is easily five-eight, maybe even five-nine, in the heels she’s got on today.
Combined with the dark blue power suit she’s wearing, she comes off as all
business despite the fact that she doesn’t make eye contact with me. She’s too
busy scrolling through a bunch of bullshit on her smartphone.
I growl
a response so it comes out as more of a warning than a greeting. Is it a bit
much for this time of day? Maybe. Considering our history, I’m not exactly
worried about her impression of me, though.
Emma
Green is the latest and greatest “crime” reporter for our friendly neighborhood
tabloid. And I use the term “reporter” loosely, by the way. Very loosely.
Doesn’t
care about getting the story right in certain cases, if ya know what I mean,
loosely.
Her
name’s been on nearly every article the Redemption Chronicle has put out
since she arrived from somewhere down in Florida. She shows up at most crime
scenes, from burglaries to homicides, and has very much become a royal pain in
my...
“You’re
late, by the way. They were just talking about you.” She mutters and points,
blindly, down the hall as she steps into the elevator. Which is my cue to get
the fuck out.
My one
and only cigarette calls to me from the front pocket of my button down. Thank
God I remembered it. But quite frankly, I don’t have the energy to pull it
out. Not that I wouldn’t get arrested if I did, but . . .
“And
you look like hell.” She’s full of compliments today, I see.
“Fuck
you very much, Green.” Not that I’m complaining. It makes it easy to respond to
her in like fashion. And bonus: I’m feeling pretty good about getting the last
word in on this battle of the banter, as the doors close but then they open
again.
“Maybe
you shouldn’t stay up so late playing around with your buddies over at the
police department.” I look back to see her foot blocking the sensors that would
normally allow the doors to close. She still can’t be bothered to look up.
She’s too busy burying her nose into the iPhone.
Let’s
be real here. Flirting is not her forte.
“I
appreciate that enlightening bit of useless advice, Green.” Despite my attempt
to be nice sarcasm spills out of every word. It’s only when she pulls her foot
all the way in and the doors are halfway shut that I ask myself─ how did she
know I was downtown last night?
Emerald
eyes peer up at me as the question enters my mind. And I swear, she’s fucking
smirking.
Between
the pleasant smile and the way her expression lights up like she’s about to
pounce, I’m not sure what the hell to think. I haven’t seen her smile like that
since the day I briefly met her on the scene of a break-in I was hired to
investigate. First thing I noticed was her smile. She seemed...new.
The
next thing I noticed was her eyes.
Deep
green. The grab-a-hold-of-you-and-don’t-let-go kind that make you wanna know
everything that’s going on behind them.
And
don’t even get me started on her ass. It begs for mercy because she, no doubt,
runs it every day, then follows up with a pint of fat free yogurt and a jug of
water.
Not
that I’ve thought about it.
But I
digress.
She was
polite enough. Or so I thought. Asked me if I had any insider’s information on
what had gone down that day. It’s not like I was rude or anything. All I did
was tell her I wasn’t doing her fucking job for her.
I paid
the price for that comment in the article she ran the next day. The headline
read, “Local P.I. steals more from family than burglar.” I won’t bother you
with the details, but let’s just say, the article was less about the break-in
and more about what an asshole I am.
I mean,
what the fuck?
I can
assure anyone who has the balls to ask, I charge less than ninety percent of
the dicks working the tri-state area. Just ask the bill collectors.
The
asshole thing is still up for debate...in most circles.
Lesson
learned here? Never trust a woman with eyes that stunning or an ass that tight.
Basically,
I fucking hate her.
Author Info
A movie fanatic, a writer of stories, a lover of
life.
I grew up
in Maryland with four siblings, three parents and an endless number of cousins
within the vicinity – but it was too cold up North for this thin blooded girl.
So today, I live in Florida with my two girls and a husband that shares my same
sense of humor and basic take on life as we know it.
Life is
too short to put dreams on the back burner.
I write
both contemporary and paranormal stories that include mystery, suspense, humor,
action, romance, and anything else I can think up.
Author
Links:
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MY INTERVIEW WITH JO RICHARDSON
How would you describe you style of writing to someone that has
never read your work?
I tend to write first person POV a lot. But a tad further than
that. Almost like the character is telling a story, and stopping to have a
conversation with the reader every once in a while. It’s how my mind works, so
it’s easy for me to write that way. I’m also very set on keeping a man’s POV
like a man would think, so Jackson in particular, is very straight forward and
to the point.
What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in
general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?
I usually read a few chapters from where I left off to get my
head back into the character. I can’t do it cold. But there are times when they
speak so loudly that I have to stop and go jot down a scene. It’s not always
the most convenient moment. Sometimes I get out my iPhone and type it into
NOTES so I don’t forget it for later. Or email myself. Or jot it down on a note
and hope I don’t have a problem deciphering it later, as Seinfeld once did.
Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each
character all the way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with
development? Or do you build upon your character during story creation?
I do take all my character prep to heart. But it tends to differ
from book to book. I generally have already thought about who the character is
before I start writing them. They stir around in my brain for a while. So I
know their personality like I know my own. When I’m writing, however, I really
just go where they take me. Outlines only work out so far for me. Ever.
Especially with Jackson. He tends to say whatever is on his mind, so if some
word pops out of his mouth that he just made up because there really isn’t one
in the US language to properly convey his feelings, I go with it.
Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character? If so which
one(s)?
I really love Nick. Mostly because growing up, my older sister
and I were a lot like these two. She was my mother hen, my best friend, and
even though I might not have shared every feeling I was ever having with her,
and we might not have seen eye to eye a lot of times, I knew she had my back.
Still does.
Do you have a character that you have been working on that you can't wait to
put to paper?
YEP! Already started them. But I can’t tell you about them yet.
SOON THOUGH.
I got this one from a friend. If you could have dinner with 7 fictional
characters, who would they be? OH man. This is a good one. I’ll try to
stick to books only.
Okay, ready?
Frodo
Harry Potter
FOUR
Edward Cullen
Harry Dresden
Eric Northman
And of course, Jackson Stiles. *smiles wide*
I think that would be a MOST interesting dinner party. I’m super
curious as to how Edward meeting Eric would go down. Front row seat to THAT
conversation. I’d also like to see Jackson’s reaction to vampires.
Thank you, Jo Richardson
For the interview, the interesting response and most of all for making me smile. I loved your responses, especially to the last question on dinner companions. Thank you.
Thanks again
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