Book Blitz: Case of the Defunct Adjunct by Frankie Bow

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Spooky Girl Reads in conjunction with BYOBook Tours is proud to present Case of the Defunct Adjunct by Frankie Bow.

About The Book

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When the lecherous Kent Lovely, Mahina State’s one-man hostile work environment, collapses face-first into his haupia cheesecake, the faculty retreat goes from dull to disastrous. Now Professor Molly Barda has to fight to keep an innocent out of prison—and herself off the unemployment line.

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About The Author

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Like Molly Barda, Frankie Bow teaches at a public university. Unlike her protagonist, she is blessed with delightful students, sane colleagues, and a perfectly nice office chair. She believes if life isn’t fair, at least it can be entertaining. Her experience with academic publishing has taught her to take nothing personally.

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Excerpt

The round tables of the Lehua Inn’s banquet room were filling up with Mahina State faculty. The men wore subdued aloha shirts and khaki trousers; the women dressed by discipline.  Colorful Guatemalan bags, gauze skirts, and flowing gray hair marked the social sciences.   Humanities favored bold eyeglasses and hair colors not found in nature. My few female colleagues in the College of Commerce sported a nonthreatening business-y look that might be described as “Beverly Hills real estate agent.” T-shirts and shapeless jeans indicated the natural sciences.

     Emma Nakamura was an accomplished biologist, and looked it.  Her wavy black hair was pulled back into an indifferent ponytail. Her face, browned and lightly freckled from hours of canoe paddling, was bare.  Her idea of dressing up for our offsite retreat was to wear a seed company t-shirt that she’d picked up for free at a conference.

     I didn’t fit in anywhere. Not surprising, I suppose, for a literature Ph.D. teaching in a business school. At some point I’d have to modify my vintage wardrobe if I was going to survive in humid Mahina. I imagined my heatstroke-reddened corpse, stylish in a vermillion wool Lilli-Ann coatdress and opaque tights.

     “Friggin’ Student Retention Office,” Emma pressed on her paper name tag as she beelined to the refreshment table.  “They’re about as useful as a MRSA infection.”