Thursday, November 24, 2016

Dystortions: 100 Hues of Purple

About the Book
Title: Dystortions: 100 Hues of Purple
Author: Lisa Pell
Genre: Scifi / Mystery
Dystortions: 100 Hues of Purple is a tale of mystery, murder, and love in a parallel universe, with a bit of humor. Addy O'Malibul is a former journalist who is convicted of murder and imprisoned on a planet called Malaprop, strikingly similar to Earth, but with a few twists and many Dystortions in translations of data transmissions from a planet known as Hearth. Glitched up radio communications are bombarding Malaprop - a world where fearful national security analysts, politicians, and P.R. flacks re-write history and distort facts to recreate their reality in Hearth's image. The Dystortions in those radio communications sometimes appear to twist words backwards and create opposite meanings, but maybe also reveal underlying truths.

There's just enough good science and wacked-out myth-busting to make the story hauntingly credible - and enough saucy romance to keep things hot. It's much warmer and more colorful than any shades of grey.

Author Bio

ABOUT LISA PELL: An award-winning former newspaper, radio, and television journalist, Pell has spent most of her career in the communications business. Her critically acclaimed first novel, Who’s Your Daddy, Baby? (Aberdeen Bay, 2012), was selected for a Virginia Federation of Press Women award. Born in North Carolina, Pell was raised in Virginia, is a graduate of George Mason University, and attended Harvard Business School. She has strong roots in the Appalachian mountains of Virginia, and has lived in Tennessee and West Virginia, where she covered news stories in Kentucky and southern Ohio. Connoisseurs of well-told stories, rock ‘n’ roll music, impressionist art, golf, tennis, oysters, and fun people, Pell and her husband, the self-styled Agent Provocateur, JonRe Pell, live in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.C. 

Book Excerpts
Chapter 1:
The attraction was instant; the chemistry ignited for a long, burning passion – the kind that only grows stronger and solidifies over time.
            Amethyst Adele McCrory and Sean Michael O’Malibul had been next-door neighbors for two years, so close their townhouses adjoined, as if some magical force had divinely ordained their proximity to one another. But fortunately the two never met, until they were ready to rendezvous.
            Mr. O’Malibul was recovering from a bitter divorce, and Miss McCrory was working long hours as a mid-level executive trying to make it in the government contracting industry, which could be a wickedly demanding business in their world and across the universe. She didn’t think she had time to pay attention to a neighbor she never had seen, one being visited regularly by attractive young women who strutted up his steps, primping themselves as if preparing for a casting couch audition.
            He’s taken, or just has too many women in his life. I’m probably too old for him.
            Amethyst Adele’s head was about as hard as the rock for which she was named when it came to attracting men who might be marriage material.
            But to folks who knew her, that part of her name seemed to contradict the warmer, softer side of her personality usually on display. The jagged edges of her soul were rarely exposed. The young Miss McCrory usually introduced herself as “Adele,” preferring the seemingly more sophisticated elocution of her middle name, especially when she was trying to impress someone. Her mother, an astrology-loving language teacher and aficionado of classic romance novels, had selected Adele to complement the more new age Amethyst because she thought it sounded classy.
            Names could bestow power on a person or strike a blow from which one might never recover. Adele McCrory felt she needed to move beyond Amethyst. Amethyst was her birthstone (whatever that might mean, along with being an Aquarian in zodiac-speak) and she loved its purple-ness. Her dad, after a few beers, used to tell her she was a tough but colorful gem. But Amethyst was too hard to pronounce.

Especially after a few beers.


  1. Thank you for featuring Dystortions: 100 Hues of Purple! It's purplicious. Let me know if you would like additional info.

  2. Am happy to answer reader questions!