Q and A with D.G. Kaye – Featuring Author Jacqui Murray – Promote Your Book

Welcome to this week’s edition of Q and A. Today I’m happy to be featuring Jacqui Murray and her latest, book 2 in her Crossroads Trilogy – The Quest for Home. Jacqui is a prolific author, tech teacher, columnist, book reviewer, and a fellow blogger – just to name a few of the accolades under her belt. Read on to learn more about Jacqui, her writing, and her well-received newest book to her trilogy.


Jacqui Murray

About Jacqui:

Jacqui Murray is the author of the popular Building a Midshipman, the story of her
daughter’s journey from high school to United States Naval Academy, the Rowe-
Delamagente thrillers, and the Man vs. Nature saga. She is also the author/editor of
over a hundred books on integrating tech into education, adjunct professor of technology in education, blog webmaster, an Amazon Vine Voice,  a columnist for  NEA Today, and a freelance journalist on tech ed topics. Look for her next prehistoric fiction, In the Footsteps of Giants, Winter 2020, the final chapter in the Crossroads Trilogy.


Let’s get to know a little more about Jacqui and her writing:


Where do your book ideas grow from?

Book ideas come from my insatiable curiosity. I get interested in a topic, dig-dig-
dig relentlessly only to find that a full understanding requires the characteristics of
fiction to organize my thinking on the subject. By that, I mean I need powerful
actors, appealing settings, and a story arc to make sense of my research. This is
how my early man saga (and the current Crossroads trilogy) came into being: I
was trying to figure out how we-all survived a world with sabertooth cats, violent
natural disasters, and no way to kill animals for food. We had no fangs, weak
nails, and thin skin. Really, nothing about that equates to dominance—until you
factor in our brains!
Anyone else have that experience?

DG – Well, I have to say this is a fascinating topic.


What are your writing goals for this year?

I’m currently launching my latest prehistoric fiction, The Quest for Home. When
that is done–around October—I will prepare to participate in NaNoWriMo to kick-
start Book 3 in my Crossroads series—In the Footsteps of Giants. To get ready
for that, I’m going to participate in Kate Johnston’s Team Writer Facebook group
where she promises to hold my hand as we prepare.
In between, I’m transferring my 20-ish print non-fiction books to KDP’s print-on-
demand. Turns out—surprisingly—it’s much cheaper to print through Amazon
than my local printer. It is a lot of work, though, so will keep me busy!

DG – Wow Jacqui, you sound like you’re going to be a most busy beaver right through the end of they year. And nice to hear Kate will be guiding you. She is awesome!


If you weren’t a writer what else do you think you would do?

I have done so many other jobs. Each I’m sure contributed to where I am now as
a teacher-author. At different points in my work life, I installed cell phone antennas
for Sprint (those bulky white tall spires that are either on the ground or on
rooftops—even water towers), design-built preschools on corporate campuses
(after convincing them they should provide daycare for employee children), played
secretary to a labor advocate, made loans through a finance company (and
repossessed cars), owned and taught at a Fred Astaire dance studio, worked with
trash collectors—I could go on. I wouldn’t return to any of these. Writing by far is
my favorite of all jobs.

DG – Okay, well what a fascinating resume! Now we know you’re a dancer too! And it must take a good discipline to be a repo woman!


What can you tell us you’ve gained from blogging as an author?

Friends. Well, efriends. People who enjoy a sociable conversation on varied
topics. I’m vanilla bordering on boring and don’t find many friends in the real world
who will invest the time required to get to know me. Even I think I’m boring! I feel
bad for anyone who must sit through a block of time with me. I once had coffee
with a friend, told her I hadn’t been out for coffee with anyone since our last
outing, and now we haven’t done one since! That’s my life. But in the virtual
world—sometimes I feel like a rock star.
Besides community, I’ve learned a lot about writing from blogging—how to create
a snazzy headline, how to grab readers with the intro paragraph, how to blend
humor with facts for an interesting read. Did I miss anything?

DG – I love your honesty Jacqui. But please don’t sell yourself short. Us writers connect best with other writers because we’re like-minded when it comes to understanding our world of books and writing. I can tell you, I can count on one hand how few people in my ‘real’ life have no clue to what a writer’s life is like, nor do most of them even read books! Perhaps, once we became full-time writers, we begin to realize how much we don’t have in common with some of our realtime folks?


Would you like to share with us what upcoming projects and/or ideas for books you’re working on?

I have two big-ish writing projects I’m currently pursuing. I am finishing up both the
Crossroads trilogy and the Dawn of Humanity trilogy. That will take at least three
years—because it’s three more books. I’m also working on Book 3 of the Rowe
Delamagente series. This one will deal with AIs, the control of satellites over our
lives, the horror of child-soldiers, space planes, the intrusiveness of Internet-of-
Things, and the power of an angry female. It will feature Otto, my almost-sentient robot, and a revamped return of Cat from Book 1 as a revitalized, stronger version
of her earlier character.
I’m excited about all these books and sure wish I could write faster!

DG – You are amazing. I love that you have such long-range plans for your next series already! I wish you smooth sailing ahead!




Driven from her home. Stalked by enemies. Now her closest ally may be a traitor.

Chased by a ruthless and powerful enemy, Xhosa flees with her People, leaving behind
a certain life in her African homeland to search for an unknown future. She leads her
People on a grueling journey through unknown and dangerous lands. As they struggle to overcome treachery, lies, danger, tragedy, hidden secrets, and Nature herself, Xhosa
must face the reality that her most dangerous enemy isn’t the one she expected. It may be one she has trusted with her life.

The story is set 850,000 years ago, a time in prehistory when man populated most of Eurasia. He was a violent species, fully capable of addressing the many hardships that threatened his survival except for one: future man, a smarter version of himself, one destined to obliterate any who came before.

Based on a true story, this is the unforgettable saga of hardship and determination,
conflict and passion as early man makes his way across Eurasia, fleeing those who
would kill him. He must be bigger-than-life, prepared time and again to do the impossible because nothing less than the future of mankind is at stake.


Book information:

Title and author: The Quest for Home
Series: Book 2 in the Crossroads series, part of the Man vs. Nature sagaGenre: Prehistoric fiction
Available at: Kindle US Kindle UK Kindle CA Kindle AU

Excerpt from The Quest for Home

Chapter 1


Northern shore of what we now call the Mediterranean Sea

Pain came first, pulsing through her body like cactus spines. When she moved her head, it exploded. Flat on her back and lying as still as possible, Xhosa blindly clawed for her neck sack with the healing plants. Her shoulder screamed and she froze, gasping. How can anything hurt that much?

She cracked one eye, slowly. The bright sun filled the sky, almost straight over her head. And how did I sleep so long?

Fractured memories hit her—the raging storm, death, and helplessness, unconnected pieces that made no sense. Overshadowing it was a visceral sense of tragedy that made her shake so violently she hugged her chest despite the searing pain. After it passed, she pushed up on her arms and shook her head to shed the twigs and grit that clung to her long hair. Fire burned through her shoulders, up her neck and down her arms, but less than before. She ignored it.

A shadow blocked Sun’s glare replaced by dark worried eyes that relaxed when hers caught his.

“Nightshade.” Relief washed over her and she tried to smile. Somehow, with him here, everything would work out.

Her Lead Warrior leaned forward. Dripping water pooled at her side, smelling of salt, rotten vegetation, mud, and blood.

“You are alright, Leader Xhosa,” he motioned, hands erratic. Her People communicated with a rich collection of grunts, sounds, gestures, facial expressions, and arm movements, all augmented with whistles, hoots, howls, and chirps.

“Yes,” but her answer came out low and scratchy, the beat inside her chest noisy as it tried to burst through her skin. Tears filled her eyes, not from pain but happiness that Nightshade was here, exactly where she needed him. His face, the one that brought fear to those who might attack the People and devastation to those who did, projected fear.

She cocked her head and motioned, “You?”

Deep bruises marred swaths of Nightshade’s handsome physique, as though he had been pummeled by rocks.  An angry gash pulsed at the top of his leg. His strong upper arm wept from a fresh wound, its raw redness extending up his stout neck, over his stubbled cheek, and into his thick hair. Cuts and tears shredded his hands.

“I am fine,” and he fell silent. Why would he say more? He protected the People, not whined about injuries.

When she fumbled again for her neck sack, he reached in and handed her the plant she needed, a root tipped with white bulbs. She chewed as Nightshade scanned the surroundings, never pausing anywhere long, always coming back to her.

The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky. Sweltering heat hammered down, sucking up the last of the rain that had collected in puddles on the shore. Xhosa’s protective animal skin was torn into shreds but what bothered her was she couldn’t remember how she got here.

“Nightshade, what happened?”

Her memories were a blur—terrified screams and flashes of people flying through the air, some drowning, others clinging desperately to bits of wood.

Nightshade motioned, slowly, “The storm—it hit us with a fury, the rain as heavy and fierce as a waterfall.”

A memory surfaced. Hawk, the powerful leader of the Hawk People, one arm clutching someone as the other clawed at the wet sand, dragging himself up the beach.

He was alive!

It was Hawk who offered her People a home when they had none, after more than a Moon of fleeing for their lives through lands so desolate, she didn’t know how anyone survived. Finding Hawk and his People, she thought she’d found a new homeland.

Her last hunt with Hawk flashed through her mind—the stone tip they created like the Big Head’s weapon, how she had hung by her ankles from a tree trunk to cross a deep ravine. How he grinned when she reached the other side, chest heaving but radiant with satisfaction. He told her many of his warriors shook with fear as they crossed. His pride in her that day glowed like flames at night.

For the first time in her life, she felt Sun’s warmth inside of her.

She looked around, saw quiet groups huddled together, males talking and females grooming children. Pan-do bent over a child, whispering something in her ear but no Hawk.

Where is he? But she didn’t ask Nightshade. The last time she’d seen the two together, they had fought.

She couldn’t imagine a world without Hawk. They had planned to pairmate, combine their groups into one so strong no one could ever again drive her away. She hadn’t known there were enemies worse than Big Heads until Hawk told her about the Ice Mountain invaders. They attacked Hawk’s People long before Xhosa arrived. Hawk had killed most and chased the rest back to their home, icy white cliffs that extended from
Sun’s waking place to its sleeping nest, bereft of plants and animals. When he saw where they lived, he understood why they wanted his land.

The children of those dead invaders grew up and wanted revenge.

Someone moaned. She jerked to find who needed help and realized it was her. She hoped Nightshade didn’t hear.

He glanced at her and then away. “All the rafts were destroyed.”

She shook, trying to dislodge the spider webs in her brain. Hawk’s homebase was squashed between a vast stretch of open land and an uncrossable pond. They should have been safe but the Ice Mountain invaders attacked in a massive horde. Her People—and Hawk’s—were driven into the water. The rafts became their only escape. Floating on a log platform to the middle of a pond too deep to walk across was something no one had ever done but they must or die. The plan was the rafts would carry the People to safety, away from the Invaders.

That hadn’t worked.

“There were too many enemy warriors, Xhosa,” and Nightshade opened and closed his hands over and over to show her. “More than I have ever seen in one place.”

Images of warclubs slashed through her thoughts, flying spears, the howls of warriors in battle. Many died, beaten until they stopped moving, children dragged screaming from mothers. The giant female—Zvi—sprinting faster than Xhosa thought someone her size could, the children El-ga and Gadi in her arms, a spear bouncing off her back. Her size stunned the enemy, immobilized them for a breath which gave Zvi the time she needed to reach safety.

Almost to himself, Nightshade motioned, “I’ve never seen him this brave.”

Xhosa didn’t understand. “Him?” Did he mean Zvi?

“Pan-do. His warriors attacked. They saved us.” Nightshade locked onto the figure of Pan-do as he wandered among the bedraggled groups, settling by an elder with a gash across his chest and began to minister to the wound.

“I remember,” Xhosa murmured. When the People were trapped between the trees and the water, prey waiting to be picked off, Pan-do’s warriors pounced. That gave Xhosa precious time to push the rafts out onto the water. It seemed none of the enemy knew how to swim. Pan-do sliced through the Ice Mountain invaders without fear, never giving ground.

Nightshade motioned, “He isn’t the same Leader who arrived at our homebase, desperate for protection, his People defeated.”

Xhosa’s hands suddenly felt clammy. “Is Lyta alive?”

Since the death of his pairmate, before Xhosa met him, Pan-do’s world revolved around his daughter, Lyta. He became Leader of his People to protect her. When he arrived at the People’s homebase, Lyta stood out, unusual in an otherwise homogenous group. First, it was her haunting beauty, as though she shined from within, her hair as radiant as Sun. Awe turned to shock when she walked, her gait awkward on malformed feet. She should have been destroyed as a child but Pan-do said he had never considered it. He explained that in Moons of migration, before joining Xhosa’s People, Lyta had never slowed them down. He didn’t expect that to change if the two groups traveled together.

And then she spoke. Her voice was like bird’s song and a gift to People exhausted from the day’s work. It cheered up worried adults and put smiles on the faces of children, its melodic beauty convincing them that everything would work out.

It was more than a Moon after his arrival before Pan-do told Xhosa what he valued most about his daughter. Lyta could see truth simply by watching. No one could hide a lie from her, and she never hid it from her father. Pan-do kept it secret because the people it threatened might try to silence her. He only told Xhosa because Lyta had witnessed a conversation about a plan to kill Xhosa.

One of the people Lyta didn’t recognize but the other, he was someone Xhosa trusted.

When Nightshade nodded, Yes, Lyta lives, Xhosa relaxed but only for a moment.


Nightshade nodded toward a group of warriors. In the middle, eyes alert and hands energetic, stood Sa- mo-ke.

She sighed with relief. Pan-do’s Lead Warrior was also Nightshade’s greatest supporter outside of the People. When he first arrived, Sa-mo-ke spent Moons mimicking her Lead Warrior’s fighting techniques until his skill became almost as formidable as Nightshade’s with one critical difference. While Nightshade liked killing, Sa-mo-ke did so only when necessary.

Nightshade motioned, “Escape came at a tremendous cost, Xhosa. Many died, the rafts were destroyed, and we are now stranded in an unfamiliar land filled with nameless threats.”

It doesn’t matter, she whispered to herself. We are good at migrating.

She jerked her head around, and then motioned, “Where’s Spirit?”

The loyal wolf had lived with people his entire life. He proved himself often while hunting, defending his packmates, and being a good friend. An image flitted across her mind, Spirit streaking toward the rafts, thrusting his formidable body like a spear through the shocked hordes. The enemy had never seen an animal treat People as pack. Then, the wolf swimming, paws churning the water into whitecaps, gaze locked onto Seeker. Endless Pond was too deep for him to touch the bottom so his head bobbed up and down, feet paddling like a duck’s as he fought to stay above the surface.

Nightshade gestured, “The attackers almost killed Spirit.”

She bit her lip, concentrating. “I remember Mammoth’s trumpets.”

The rare hint of a smile creased his mouth. “Another of Pan-do’s tricks. It saved Spirit and probably all of us. He brayed like a herd of Mammoth thundering toward the shoreline. The invaders fled for their lives.”

Pan-do is clever.

Nightshade grimaced. “But the storm worsened and the rafts foundered. Many of the People managed to cling to logs long enough to crash onto this shore. Then, they saved others. But many died.”

He opened and closed his hands to show how many.

A stillness descended as Nightshade’s gaze filled with a raw emotion he never showed. It shook Xhosa. Nothing frightened her Lead Warrior.

She gulped which hurt her insides. Shallow breaths worked better. Rolling to her hands and knees, she stood which made her head swim and she threw up.

Finally, the dizziness subsided and Xhosa asked, “Hawk?”

Nightshade peered around, hands fidgeting. He examined something on the ground, toed it with his foot. “When the tempest destroyed the rafts, he dragged many to shore, to safety. The last time, he did not return. I tried to find him.”

Soundless tears dampened her face. Nightshade touched her but Xhosa focused on a trail of ants and a worm burrowing into the soft earth. Her vision dimmed and she stumbled, fell, and then crawled, happy for the pain that took her mind off Hawk. When she forced herself up, everything blurred but she inhaled, slowly, and again, until she could finally see clearly.

How dare Hawk die! We had plans. Xhosa shoved those thoughts away. Later was soon enough to deal with them.

“His People—do they know?”



Margaret D.

September 11, 2019

Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase

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61 thoughts on “Q and A with D.G. Kaye – Featuring Author Jacqui Murray – Promote Your Book

  1. Great interview. I love your questions, Debby, and learned a lot about Jacqui that I didn’t know before. The past jobs cracked me up… repossessing cars and dance instructior? Nice! No wonder she’s such a colorful person. Have an awesome weekend, my friends.


  2. A lovely interview, Debby. I enjoyed Jacqui’s answers to your questions, especially the one about blogging friends. I also don’t relate well to “real” people as I have very little in common with them. ON my blog I share a world with other lovers of books and history and writing. It is wonderful.


    1. You hit exactly what I was talking about. I love talking about books and writing and maybe too much. Most people have other interests. Well, it goes nicely in my writer’s group!


  3. Nice interview! Creating books out of curiosity and that too about early man, Jacqui has done a fantastic job! It’s nice to know how she manages her writing goals… I marvel at her skills. Thank you Deb, for asking the most meaningful questions about her work and upcoming projects. I have enjoyed reading Jacqui’s books, they speak eloquently about her zeal and excellence. Have a wonderful weekend dear friends.


  4. A most wonderful interview, Jacqui and Debby! Jacqui, I thought I knew a lot about you, but Debby’s Q & A proved me so wrong. You’ve made me giggle and inspired me one again. You’re a most amazing gal! 🙂 xo


  5. Enjoyed the interview, Debby and Jacqui. It’s great to learn more about our blogging friends (and you are far from boring!)
    I’m starting your new series soon and wondered if they need to be read in order? I love how you bring prehistoric times to life- so talented!


    1. They are stand-alones with a definite beginning and end to each volume but they build on each other also. Book 1 gives the backstory to how everyone got where they are in Book 2. Born in a Treacherous Time is a completely different cast of characters so can be read separately. I hope you enjoy them!


  6. A fascinating review, Debby and Jacqui! It’s great learning more about Jacqui, and I enjoyed reading the first chapter of The Quest for Home. You both have a great weekend❣️


  7. Debby, a fabulous and engaging interview! Jacqui, wow! That’s a lot of work for the rest of the year … I have the feeling you thrive on activity! Best of luck with all your projects. I agree with Debby, don’t sell yourself short! Writing and everything that goes with it is an alien world for so many and difficult to understand (though I’m never sure why?!) Your achievements are phenomenal… writing and publishing your books alone is an amazing feat plus all your other work as well!


    1. Thanks for such a wonderful comment Annika. Personally, I think writers are admired from the public, and sorely misunderstood by family. Sure there are exceptions, but that’s it. 🙂


    2. Boredom is awful for me. It makes me cranky and out of sorts. I should be able to smell the flowers but I haven’t learned that skill yet. I love the travels you take, Annika. They are what I wish I’d do more of.


  8. A fabulous interview, sis. I am waiting to read Jacqui’s novels set in prehistoric times and looking forward to getting lost inside them. ❤


    1. There’s a reason wolves didn’t evolve as the alpha in the animal world and man did. That’s what I try to get across. We are tenacious, hard-working, positive thinkers, problem-solvers, with no quit in us. Without all that, Nature would have done us in long ago!


  9. Debbie, I’m so happy to see Jacqui and her amazing books featured here on your blog! I tried earlier to read and comment, but my tablet was acting up! I know how hard it is to write non-fiction/memoir format (which is what I have been busy with as I get closer to completing No Excuses Fitness), but to world-build and to have it be historically or should I say (pre)historically accurate, is truly amazing. Jacqui, you do have a life, but your gift for writing and illuminating Lucy’s and Xhosa’s lives is exhilarating to your readers!


  10. Thanks for this interview with Jacqui. I have been an e-friend for many years, but it is always interesting to know more about a person you know somewhat, especially from her own self. Installing antenna? Jacqui?? Really??? I would never ever have guessed that.


    1. It’s actually pretty interesting. I was the real estate arm of a three-person team. We climbed up on water towers, rooftops, spires. Great places you can’t go to unless you’re installing an antenna!


  11. Debby, your new look is smashing! I love it! ❤ And what interesting questions you asked Jacqui. I loved your answer, Jacqui, on where you get your ideas; "I get interested in a topic, dig-dig-
    dig relentlessly only to find that a full understanding requires the characteristics of
    fiction to organize my thinking on the subject. By that, I mean I need powerful
    actors, appealing settings, and a story arc to make sense of my research."
    Good luck with all your projects. 🙂


  12. I’m looking forward to reading Quest for Home, Debby. I read Survival of the Fittest and have purchased Quest. There’s still a few others on my TBR pile ahead of it. Soon, I hope. 🙂 It’s always lovely to learn a little more about our writing community so enjoyed your interview with Jacqui.


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