How far would you go to avenge your daughter's death? This fascinating book is about one woman breaking free from a cult and its abuse. I confess I wanted the main character to exact more revenge than she did... however the skillful evolution of her character and that of the pastor who wrestled with the truth, made the story more satisfying than gratuitous revenge.
This is a real page-turner filled with unexpected twists.
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About the author: Besides being a
member and active participant of many writing groups, Carole Brown enjoys
mentoring beginning writers. She loves to weave suspense and tough topics into
her books, along with a touch of romance and whimsy, and is always on the
lookout for outstanding titles and catchy ideas. She and her husband reside in
SE Ohio but have ministered and counseled nationally and internationally.
Together, they enjoy their grandsons, traveling, gardening, good food, the
simple life, and did she mention their grandsons?
Extract: The Redemption of Caralynne
Hayman
Carole Brown
Chapter One
Twenty years earlier
The shadow
creatures on the wall shook their wings and legs. Heads with horns nodded.
Scary, dark faces watched.
The little
girl clasped her floppy-eared rabbit against her chest and stared into the
dark.
“Mmm …” Mommy’s
murmur reached to her through the walls, and the giggles from her mother
tiptoed in, shooing the fear away.
Whoosh. She
blew out a breath and squeezed her rabbit tighter. “Mommy has a friend with
her, Ramsey. She loves me just like I love you and will give me hugs in the
morning after the man leaves.”
Ramsey said
nothing. She ran her fingers over his face and could feel his black button eyes
staring at her, trusting her to protect him.
“And she’ll
read to us and I’ll sit on her lap and we’ll snuggle—all of us together.” She
nodded and tugged on Ramsey’s left ear then rolled over.
Real live
whispers and laughter floated into the room.
Opening her
mouth in a wide yawn, she patted Ramsey’s tummy and whispered again, “Don’t be
afraid. I’m right here.”
“Please. That
hurts.”
“Mommy?” The
little girl frowned but her eyes wouldn’t open. Just like they did when she and
mommy put cucumbers slices on their eyes.
“Stop it—”
Rubbing at her eyes the little girl sat up.
Mommy had never sounded like this before, and neither had any of the men—the
men who brought flowers and candy and money.
About the author: Besides being a
member and active participant of many writing groups, Carole Brown enjoys
mentoring beginning writers. She loves to weave suspense and tough topics into
her books, along with a touch of romance and whimsy, and is always on the
lookout for outstanding titles and catchy ideas. She and her husband reside in
SE Ohio but have ministered and counseled nationally and internationally.
Together, they enjoy their grandsons, traveling, gardening, good food, the
simple life, and did she mention their grandsons?