WHAT WE DO FOR LOVE Blog Tour
Title: WHAT WE DO FOR LOVE
Author: Anne Pfeffer
Pub. Date: May 21, 2019
Publisher: Bold Print Press
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Find it: Goodreads, Amazon
“If Lorelai Gilmore of Gilmore Girls was dropped into a thriller, it might resemble this appealing novel.” –Kirkus Reviews
Thirty-eight-year-old Nicole Adams has given up on finding love. The single mother focuses on the two things she cherishes most—her sixteen-year-old son Justin and her art—while relying on the support of her friends Mike and Jamie and her loyal sister Caroline.
When she convinces a prominent Los Angeles museum to feature a large-scale installation of her ceramics work, she thinks her life has finally turned a corner.
Then Justin brings a girl, Daniela, home to spend the night. Daniela’s angry parents have thrown her out of the house because she’s pregnant with Justin’s child. Shattered, Nicole takes Daniela in and by doing so is drawn into the inner circle of Daniela’s family and a frightening world of deceit and violence.
Nicole struggles to keep life going as normal. Forced to deal with people she doesn’t trust or like, fearful for the future of both her son and the grandchild they’re expecting, Nicole wonders if she can do what she tells Justin to do: always have faith in yourself and do the right thing.
What We Do for Love: A Novel is a standalone story written by award-winning author Anne Pfeffer.
WHAT WE DO FOR LOVE will be free on Amazon on May 22-24!
Funny how one’s life can make a U-turn.
My life made two. In a single day.
I started that day as a mere potter—yes, a person who handmakes vases and dinner plates for a living—wearing borrowed clothes and driving to the most important interview of my life. A few hours later came U-turn number one: the board of directors of CCMLA, the Contemporary Crafts Museum of Los Angeles, offered me a place in their upcoming show!
In an instant, I had become an artist. I pondered this fact wonderingly as I drove home that afternoon. I was to provide them with a brand-new, never-before-seen mural in ceramics, an installation piece. My wall would be located at the entrance to the exhibit, the first thing you saw as you walked in. This was my chance, an incredible opportunity.
I was an artist!
It didn’t bother me that desperation clearly underlay the board’s decision. All the better when I saved the day with a great contribution to their show.
Flushed with success, I revved my ancient Toyota, Bernice, up to twenty-two miles per hour. We practically skipped over the potholes as we barreled our way up the Trail of Terror. This was the name my son Justin had given the rutted, one-lane road that wound its way up the side of Laurel Canyon to our house.
Of course, I was a fill-in, hired at the last minute. I’d gotten this job when Miriam Fletcher, a customer of mine who happened to be on the museum board, moaned to me that an artist had dropped out of a show scheduled to open in six weeks. “We’re in such a pickle! We don’t know what to do!” Though her crepey neck revealed a senior citizen, Miriam otherwise projected youth, running long acrylic nails through her cropped, bleached, and spiked hair, her copper earrings swinging.
My cue to pipe up. “I’m sure I could help you.”
Miriam trained her eyes upon me. She had recently ordered customized handmade pieces from me to give to her granddaughters— a miniature tea set for the youngest and a statuette of a mermaid for her older sister.
“You do such beautiful ceramics work, Nicole.”
“What you’ve seen is my commercial work, which I do through my business Clayworks. I create as an artist under my own name.” That is, I hoped to create as an artist under my own name, if I could ever get the proper start.
And now I had. I could hardly wait to tell my son the news. After sixteen years of single motherhood and hard work, struggling to support myself and Justin, I couldn’t blow this chance. And yet, I’d never done anything like this before.
A twelve-by-nine-foot mural. In just six weeks.
You can do this, I told myself. I had to. Letting the museum— and myself—down was unthinkable.
I could practically hear the snap-crackle-pop of my nerves.
I pulled into what we called the car park, an open space situated beside the house at the top of the Trail of Terror, big enough to park a half dozen cars. Justin’s Ford Focus wasn’t there.
When he got home from school, which should be any minute, we would raise a toast, our champagne glasses filled with sparkling apple cider.
The day was unseasonably hot, and I was boiling in Bernice, her air conditioner long dead. Thank heavens my hair had stayed up all day in the deliberately loose knot that I’d coaxed it into this morning, with pretty little bits of hair hanging down around my face. A chignon, according to the YouTube tutorial. One more degree of humidity and my whole head would have coiled itself into a giant Brillo pad right there before the entire board of directors.
And thank goodness I’d been able to borrow my sister’s striking red-and-orange color-blocked linen dress, which had given me just the boost of artist/business woman confidence that I’d needed. Now though, its linen skirt was hopelessly creased and hiking up around my hips. I bounded out of the car and proceeded along the circuitous route that we all used to enter the house, going through the rickety side gate and past what was technically our front door, which no one ever opened. Instead, I followed the path that ran alongside the house toward the yard and pool, giving a glance to my irises and roses, which grew under our bedroom windows.
The white, yellow, and purple irises stood tall and elegant, but it was the roses I really loved—the fluttery, homegrown variety that came in every color of the sunrise. I would have to harvest some for tonight’s dinner table.
As I reached the yard, I stepped from the cool shade of the side path into direct, hot sunshine. The sliver of Los Angeles ahead of me that appeared on clear days like this one, the perfume of herbs and blooming plants, the swimming pool that shimmered invitingly— except for my college years, this had been home all my life. Along with my sister Caroline, I’d inherited the small, dilapidated house on its magnificent parcel of land in the Hollywood Hills. At today’s prices, neither of us could have ever afforded to buy it.
Entering the house as always through the French doors off the living room, I waltzed into my bedroom. It was the beginning of a new era. Soon, there would be no more making pottery on consignment. No more sets of dinnerware for twelve.
I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Of course, I would continue to operate Clayworks. Those dinner sets paid the bills after all. Still, though, there was now a chance I could taper off the business over time, if I could sell some of my more creative pieces. Imagine me, finally, at age thirty-eight, beginning to show in museums and galleries.
I changed into my regular daywear—a sleeveless cotton blouse, long flowy skirt in the coolest featherlight cotton, and Teva sandals.
My old friend Mike Sawyer would be over to eat with Justin and me as he did most weeks, once or twice. Maybe I’d give them both my wonderful news at the same time.
Award-winning novelist Anne Pfeffer grew up in Phoenix, Arizona reading prodigiously, riding horses, and avoiding rattlesnakes and scorpions. After living in Chicago and New York, she escaped back to the land of sunshine in Los Angeles. She has worked in banking and as a pro bono attorney, representing abandoned children in adoption and guardianship proceedings. Anne has a daughter living in New York and is the author of four books in the YA/New Adult genres.
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James Robert says
It has been great hearing about your book and although I am not the reader myself, my 2 sisters and 2 daughters are. They love hearing about the genre’s they like and me helping them get to find books they will enjoy. Thanks for sharing!
Kathy Cozzarelli says
This sounds like a good story.
Judy Thomas says
I love the eye catching cover!
I ❤️ this cover!
Michelle J. says
The cover is beautiful and sad.
Cathy French says
I really like the review stating if “If Lorelai Gilmore of Gilmore Girls was dropped into a thriller, it might resemble this appealing novel.” –Kirkus Reviews . That says a lot and I am really looking forward to reading.
shannon zeidan says
This really sounds like an excellent book. I’m excited for it.
Sounds like a good read!
Ellen Stafford says
Love the sound of this book! Thanks for sharing!
Debbie P says
This book sounds like a very intriguing and fantastic read.
Julie Bickham says
I look forward to reading this, seems like its going to be good.
Linda harrison says
A mother will do anything for her children as Nicole does for Justin. Added the book to my TBR stack. Thanks for the opportunity.
Kate Sarsfield says
My goodness Anne, what wonderful (and I imagine often heartbreaking) work you do. More power to you, as we say in Ireland!
Elizabeth Robinson says
Love the cover. Thanks for the giveaway.
Deb Pelleiter says
The book sounds interesting, and a nice book cover.
Beth T. says
As a former Southern Californian, this excerpt has me wanting to read more! And after reading your bio, I’m hoping you’ll write a novel that includes characters involved in the same pro bono work you have done with children in the court system.
Congrats on the new book! It sounds fascinating. Thanks for sharing.
Suzannah Clark says
I love the art work on your cover. Really beautiful and very unique
Angela saver says
I enjoyed learning of this author and this sounds like a great read!
Dianne Casey says
I really liked the description of the book. Sounds like a great read.
Linda Romer says
What we do for love sounds like a good read. Thank you
Noice simple cover!
Victoria Scott says
I am really looking forward to reading this!
Kayla Harmon says
this sounds great
Juana Esparza says
I liked the excerpt, and I am looking forward to reading this story.
Veronica Lee says
Love the cover. Adding this to my TBR list.
Carla lobosco says
Really like the cover and thank you for offering this contest
shelly peterson says
This sounds really good.
Donna Porter says
This sounds like a read I would enjoy.
Jessica C says
Cassandra D says
Looks like an interesting book.