{"id":149,"date":"2026-11-06T03:16:48","date_gmt":"2026-11-06T03:16:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/richardpeeks.clients-demo-website.com\/?page_id=149"},"modified":"2026-11-06T03:16:48","modified_gmt":"2026-11-06T03:16:48","slug":"about-the-author","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/richardpeeks.clients-demo-website.com\/?page_id=149","title":{"rendered":"About The Author"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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A storyteller of the American South, writing about old houses, long evenings and the people whose lives cross in them.<\/p>\n\t\t\n<\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n\n<\/section>\n

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My Sweet Elisabeth<\/p>\n\t\t\n<\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n

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He writes the way a summer afternoon unfolds: unhurried, observant and full of quiet feeling.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t

Richard E. Peek Jr. writes fiction shaped by the landscapes, histories and family ties of the American South. His stories linger on porches and back roads, in old houses and under moss-hung oaks, where the past is never quite finished with the present.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t

In My Sweet Elisabeth<\/em> he brings that world to life through characters readers carry with them long after the final page: people bound to a place, to each other and to the memories they cannot let go.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t

Away from the desk, Richard loves meeting readers, joining book club conversations and sharing the stories behind his stories.<\/p>\n\t\t

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A story begins in a place long before it begins with a person.<\/p>\n\t\t

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Richard E. Peek Jr.<\/p>\n\t\t

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Three threads run through everything Richard writes, from the first line of a draft to the last page of a novel.<\/p>\n\t\t\n<\/div>\n

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Moss-hung oaks, old estates and slow rivers. In his stories the South is never just a backdrop; the land shapes every choice his characters make.<\/p>\n\t\t\n<\/article>\n

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Family & Memory<\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t

Inherited promises, long-kept secrets and the ties that hold one generation to the next sit at the heart of his fiction.<\/p>\n\t\t\n<\/article>\n

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He writes for the porch and the book club table: stories meant to be talked about, argued over and passed along to someone you love.<\/p>\n\t\t\n<\/article>\n\n<\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n\n<\/section>\n

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Richard does much of his writing in the last hour of daylight, when the shadows grow long and the past feels close enough to touch. It is the same light that falls across so many scenes in My Sweet Elisabeth<\/em>.<\/p>\n\t\t

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Every setting begins with somewhere walked, listened to and remembered.<\/p>\n\t\t\n<\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n

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Each book is meant to be shared, discussed and handed on.<\/p>\n\t\t\n<\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n

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