If you’ve been wondering why your daily dose of darkness has tapered off, it’s because I’ve been working on my first book length work. My debut novella Shadows of McComb will be published February 25!
Check out the book cover and blurb below. Of course the story is filled with family dysfunction, heart wrenching challenges, and dark themes, as you’ve come to expect from me here on the blog!
As always, thanks for reading.
How far would you go to save your mother’s life?
Haunted by her father’s suicide, Bern Baylor vowed to keep her mother alive at all costs. When her mother is brutally beaten by the vicious drug dealer Shooter Jennings, Bern offers to work off her mother’s debt.
As she is dragged deeper into Shoot’s dangerous trade, Bern adopts his skill at cunning manipulation and his questionable moral code. If she makes it out alive, will Bern be able to live with the steep cost of saving her mother?
This literary suspense novella with a strong female protagonist will keep you on the edge of your seat until the end.
They day Christine graduated high school was the same day as her dad’s funeral. He was always calling her stupid. She went to graduation alone.
When Momma came home with another man, I tucked the big kitchen knife under my pillow. I’d be ready the next time someone touched me.
Daddy’s cigar smoke wrapped around me like a hug. I’m leaving, doll, he said. I looked from him to my mom. Suddenly, I hated her.
She chugged her beer as the kids shuffled toward the car. On the way home she grabbed another six pack, swearing it was the last.
That night, Bryce clamped his hand around her throat as he entered her. She hated the feeling, but she loved Bryce. So she let him.
One hand rested on my round, quiet belly, and the other clutched a cigarette. You shouldn’t do that, Mrs. Weatherly said. It’s dead, I answered.
She said she loved me. When I tried to kiss her at school, she shouted, dike and shoved me away. I learned to prefer loneliness.
Though pain needled my joints, the ninth doctor said, You’re perfectly healthy. As I leaned over the overpass, I wondered if death would be easier.