Protests, riots and someone who hides under the flame that scorches the possibility of improving race relations in America during the Civil Rights era. Jacqueline Sadie Thompson is a detective in a coloured precinct in New York. Lieutenant Davidson assigns her and Johnson murder cases which occurred during protests. They visit the scene. Someone tosses a Molotov cocktail where they stand. The building collapses. Thompson’s British husband, William rescues her. Her partner suffers a coma. Johnson awakens. He recalls the disturbing notions his wife had concerning racial identity. Thompson faints at the station house and is put on leave. Her husband cares for her. Anderson, another detective, furthers their investigations. Johnson convinces one of his cousins to retrieve a book. The detective is aloof and does not disclose to anyone what he saw before the explosion. Jacqueline deduces a portion of it. Jacqueline is determined to solve the case. Her husband is determined to protect her. Who do they both need protection from?
Mild note: The protagonist and her husband share intimate moments-often. Although there is only mention of legs, arms, embraces and kisses, the remaining descriptions I use allegory and references to nature to describe their intimacy. This may be considered mild to moderately “Steamy” depending on the potential reader’s inclination.
Moderate to severe discretion (abridged): This book is a work of fiction. However, the author intended to create characters and settings historically accurate to the era it takes place in, the racially tumultuous 1960s. Certain terms used as racial descriptions now considered archaic, outdated or even offensive are used to reflect the past usage by both black and white Americans of that era.
Additional note: A portion of the main plot revolves a pivotal scene in which a few people are injured due to an explosion which destroys a building. This notice is to advise those who may suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder (“PTSD”) concerning traumatic events based the recollection of certain sounds or the imagery which may encompass them both.
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I wanted to try mystery/detective romance writing again after completing The Speakeasy Murders. The era had to be different. The 1960s was rich with protests for civil rights. However, I wanted to address how some members of the vulnerable class actually usurp the sincere efforts of others by using real race issues as a shield for personal gain or as a shield to hide their personal vendetta against innocent people–usually people of the same "race". It is an ongoing issue in the United States.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The protagonist I already knew would have a habit or quirk. Since she would be the one to lead in solving the murders, then she had to be intelligent. Jacqueline is actually quite mild-mannered, but determined. Her husband, an Englishman, is just as determined to protect her from the dangers of her work, sometimes circumventing protocol. No one, not even the other detectives at the station house could stop him. So he is innately courageous, and intelligent. He observes American culture, but it is something external of him. William does not allow it to influence his relationship with his wife. The Brit is very protective of her, even when she is not aware that she needs it.
.” He nudged her along until they reached the settee. He laid partially on it first. William initially thought to get the newspaper and read it while Jacqueline relaxed against him. However, he quickly considered that it would be too tempting for his wife to think of work. Just as his wife was about to lay on him, William pulled a book of poetry from one of the shelves above. His arms encircled his wife as she looked up to see what he was about to read. William kissed the top of her head as she settled in with him. Her husband's brawn was enough to help her clam, but William began to recite, his voice beckoned her to a near slumber. There was no chaos here. Superficial differences had no place between William and Jacqueline. The dross of racial hatred could not encumber the home of this husband and wife. There was only a solitude, respectful tranquility with the sound of William's voice tickling Jacqueline's ears. As his voice put his wife at ease, she reached her right hand to cover his. William adjusted himself so that Jacqueline could lay between his lap. He cradled her with his long legs. They were wrapped within one another. Jacqueline attempted to understand the context of what William spoke. She found the timbre of his deep voice a mesmerizing distraction. Sher relinquished her attempt to only enjoy the intonations of that beautiful sound that fell onto her open ears. Whenever William was to turn a page, Jacqueline would bring down his right hand and interlace it with hers. William was surprised that Jacqueline was still awake. At times, he could feel her lay completely still, until once in a while she would glance up at her husband. He would respond by kissing her nose and if she still kept her head in that position, her husband would reach down and join his lips with hers. The book would nearly tumble, but William's quick reaction prevented it from falling. He then continued to read a few more verses. Jacqueline finally turned until their bodies fully faced one another. Their eyes met. William reached for a throw. “Do you wish for me to continue reading?” Jacqueline nodded 'yes', extending her arms around his neck. Her husband's inclination towards literature was one of the foremost virtues she initially noticed of him. His wife was more inclined towards fiction rather than prose. Her aunt wondered why she never became a teacher or nurse. However, Jacqueline's father understood her a bit better. She needed balance, to be aware, but to be her naturally aloof self; to seek what many thought to be unattainable, yet knew when it was necessary to accept what was practical. She did not expect to become a detective. Her cousins told her that she was too 'proper' to deal with the reality of the streets. Her father disapproved of his daughter's career choice, one whom he sought to protect, to avail herself so willingly to danger. Jacqueline considered their opinions and suggestions, but her mind enjoyed resolving enigmas. This was how she viewed her case assignments. Each had its path to be solved and in due time, each clue would turn a piece of evidence at the correct direction which would lead to another. This was the detective's rational side. Her softness, the other portion of her intellect became most acute in these moments, listening to her husband read for them, or taking a look of her own at leisure. She now thought the explosion had given her the gift of remembrance, of how much more time she needed to spend with her husband and to understand life through some of its literary beauty.
Patricia M. Muhammad is an American fiction author of crossover contemporary romance/science fiction, science fiction/fantasy, mystery and historical romance genres. She has currently written 20 novels. She is currently working on her next book manuscript. Before penning fiction, Patricia emerged as an international legal history scholar and academic author, focusing on human rights, international law and restorative justice. She has currently written and published a combination of 22 research papers and academic book reviews in these subject areas. Her work has appeared in the American University International Law Review, Columbia Journal of Race and Law, the Willamette Journal of International Law and Public Policy as well as the New York History Journal. Her non-fiction writing has been cited dozens of times in various respectable academic journals.
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