Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Don't Expect Me To Cry by Janet Bentley

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Non-Fiction / Memoir
Date Published: October 24, 2018
Publisher: MBK Enterprises LLC / Spotlight Publishing

Don’t Expect Me To Cry is a powerful story of the horrors Janet experienced at the hands of multiple abusers, including her father, and her courageous journey to a life that is inspirational to other survivors.

Janet’s resilience is evident as she tells her story in three parts, reflecting her thoughts and experiences at critical stages of her life.

Don’t Expect Me To Cry - Starting with a child’s view of shocking abuse, Janet shares how she had to build defenses to survive the impact of the horrors of her childhood.

Don’t Expect Me To Lie – Continuing with her journey through early therapy, Janet describes the pain and fear she experienced as she started to share the ‘secret’.

Don’t Expect Me To Die - The final part tells how Janet hit ‘rock bottom’ and tried to end her life. From that place of despair, she learned that it is possible to heal from the dark shame and trauma.


Excerpt

Abuse is ugly. Child Abuse is uglier still and Childhood Sexual Abuse is the ugliest of them all. The horror is not just in the image of a child being forced to experience something that they cannot make sense of but that it is, in almost every case, perpetrated by someone that was known to and trusted by the child. To destroy that trust and to replace it with such horror and pain is, to me, one of the worst forms of abuse one human being can inflict upon another.

For many years, the subject of sexually abusing a child has lived in the shadows of shame and guilt. People will speak of their child’s struggle with bullying or illness but refer to any sexual abuse simply as ‘trauma’. Child victims of Sexual Abuse are already deep in their own shame and when the adults around them do not validate their experience, it adds significantly to the damage.

In many (if not most) cases of Childhood Sexual Abuse, the  emotional  damage  done  by  not  being  able  to  deal with it appropriately, lasts significantly longer than the physical damage.

Once  traumatized  by  Childhood  Sexual  Abuse  the victim carries the shame and trauma through the rest of their childhood and on into their adult life. No survivor escapes the pain of carrying the burden of their terrible ‘secret’ and the catastrophic impact it has on their ability to have healthy and loving relationships.

Survivors are statistically more likely to experience issues with depression, addiction and even to suffer fatal diseases.

The trauma that a survivor carries is an emotional time bomb just waiting to explode into their life when triggered. For many survivors, this occurs without warning and can drive them to deep depression, anxiety and, in some cases, to suicide. Some people experience dark memories flooding into their consciousness – memories that they did not even realize they had hidden away as a child in order to survive
the horrific things that were happening to them.

Our society’s inability to face the realities of this awful form of abuse, forces the victim to carry the weight of shame and not the abuser. The victim is a helpless child and yet many value what others might think (our family would be shamed if people found out that our child has been abused sexually) over making sure that the child is cared for and helped through the critical early stages of trauma.

It is this deeply-rooted stigma that makes it so difficult for  an  adult  survivor  of  earlier  Childhood Sexual  Abuse to seek help and when they do, to be able to talk of their experience. And yet, being able to bring the abuse into the open and tell their story is exactly what is needed in order to begin the process of recovery and to remove the power of the abuser that they have carried for almost all of their lives. The ‘secret’ cannot survive once it is brought into the open.

The recent public focus on Childhood Sexual Abuse in high-profile cases involving well-known people has helped to make people aware of how prevalent this is in our society. Campaigns encouraging  people  to  identify  themselves as victims of early Sexual Abuse have been making headline news around the world. Hopefully, this attention will help remove the stigma and allow people to address Childhood
Sexual Abuse promptly and make it unacceptable in all cases.

Good though this publicity is for bringing the subject to the forefront, it does little for the survivor. Indeed, the very publicity which is so important can itself be a trigger to  someone  who  has  buried  their  ‘secret’  and  would  do anything not to have to face it.

The best hope for a survivor is to be able to associate with people who understand the crippling agony of ‘the secret’ and who they know will not judge them as somehow ‘to blame’ or as ‘a bad person’ for being abused. As one survivor stands up and tells their story, others will realize that they are not actually alone and that there is hope. This book, then, is one such story.

Using past journals and letters, Janet Bentley has laid down the story of the abuse she suffered as a child, the impact it had on her as she went through adulthood and the journey she has chosen to take toward recovery and becoming the person she was intended to be.

At times, the book may be uncomfortable for some readers and potentially triggering to others. It is important, however, that Janet details the horrors of the abuse, in order to be able to describe why it had such a lasting impact. This is a book about hope of recovery. It is a beacon of light to other survivors who still suffer the effects of the trauma of their own childhood experiences.

A lot of the material in the book comes from Janet’s writings earlier in her life and it is both interesting and painful to read of the emotional turmoil that she experienced.

Janet’s writing changes as the story progresses. In the description of her childhood, she is relating events as she saw  them  as  a  child,  when  there  was  no  opportunity  to make sense of what happened. Moving on to adulthood and motherhood, Janet refers to her writings of early adulthood when the trauma really affected her ability to cope and the reader gets a strong sense of how debilitating depression can be. The writing of the final part of the book – when Janet starts her journey of recovery – describes deeply troubling emotions but is underpinned by a growing understanding and Janet’s constant belief that she can get past the grip of her childhood and lead a healthy and happy life.

Even without the stigma that follows Childhood Sexual Abuse, for a survivor to put words to their worst memories and to let the world see what they have spent their whole life hiding, takes a lot of courage and fortitude.

The book contains details that are as Janet remembers them (or as she described in writings at the time). Janet tells her story as she remembers it. She does not embellish or invent.

Most of all, though, this book gives voice to a survivor. By sharing her story, Janet is reaching to other victims of earlier Sexual Abuse and telling them that they are not alone, that others carry similar ‘secrets’ and that there is hope for recovery from the trauma.

If just one person reads this and finds the courage to start to face their own trauma then not only does it bring value to this book but, for Janet, the abuse will have been given a purpose greater than anything the abusers could do.


About the Author

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Janet Bentley was raised in Southern California. She currently lives in Arizona where she founded the non-profits Courageous Survivors and Show Up For Children. Janet is a member of RAINN’s (Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network) Speakers’ Bureau, a facilitator of Darkness to Light’s Stewards of Children training, and a co-author of the international best-seller, We Choose To Thrive. She also started and facilitates a support group for survivors of Child Sexual Abuse. Janet loves living in the beauty of the desert.

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dont-Expect-Me-Cry-Childhood-ebook/dp/B07HXTGG7W  



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Thursday, November 22, 2018

Queen of Zazzau by J.S. Emuakpor


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Historical Fantasy/Mythical Realism
Date Published: November 20, 2018
Publisher: Afrocentric Books | Mugwump Press

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Amina is heir apparent to the throne of Zazzau and must prove she is worthy of the crown. As foreign invaders close in on them, she is all that stands between her people and destruction. Caught in a web of prophecies, she must defend Zazzau, but cannot do so if she wants to prevent the future that was foretold. She did not seek war yet it finds her. Unwilling to be the plaything of gods or men and determined to take control of her own destiny, she tracks down the god of war himself. But has her destiny already been written? Can she choose her own fate? And can she protect her kingdom, no matter what price she must ultimately pay? Because, gods always want something in return.

Queen of Zazzau is an Historical Fantasy that takes place in precolonial West Africa.  It chronicles the life of one of the most famous W. African queens, Amina of Zazzau (or Zaria). At 139,000 words, the novel features several W. African historical figures and a pantheon of W. African gods. The story is told in first-person and gives the reader an intimate look at some of the lifestyles and cultures--many of which are still alive today--of medieval W. Africa.

Excerpt 
One of the men with the hate-filled eyes stepped forward. “You make jest at the expense of our great sovereign.”

This one was tall. Taller than me, taller even than Jaruma. The dark robes draping him from head to toe shadowed but did not conceal his features. All my rage, my disgust, I leveled on the man in a single look. He met me, contempt for contempt.

No one word could describe what the Nupe were to me. They were a pebble in my shoe, weevils in my grain, body lice, malcontents, rabble-rousers, schemers, and agitators.

I didn’t hide my derision. “It was no jest, I assure you. Had I known that Tsoede’s word was less than shit, I would have finished what the Oyo king began. I’ll soon rectify that.” My eyes swept across all eight Nupemen and, again, lingered on the tall one. “I will crush Tsoede. I will dismantle your cities and sell your people to any bidders. And I’ll be well rid of you.” As I spoke the last word, I faced the emissary.

He took two hasty steps back, jostling the men behind him.

“You and your swine may leave my court.” Spinning on my heels, I marched to my chair.

“My Queen?” The waziri gave me a hard look.

The men backed away from the throne.

“Let them go.” Louder, I warned, “Whoever waylays these men will answer to me.”

There were disgruntled mutterings among my officers, but none dared challenge the edict. The eight made their way out of the pavilion.



 About the Author

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J.S. Emuakpor was born and raised in West Africa. She is a married mother of four, a scientist, and owner of Afrocentric Books. She currently lives in North Carolina and is very much allergic to it. Most of her writing draws upon the spiritual beliefs of the ancestors who frequently whisper in her ear and on the superstitions that she refuses to relinquish.




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Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Gap-Toothed Girl by Ray Harvey


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Contemporary Fiction
Date Published: August 2018
Publisher: Pearl Button Press

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“Tournament night in a sweltering Las Vegas stadium, and the girl with the gap-toothed smile stood bleeding in her ballet slippers.”

Thus begins Gap-Toothed Girl, the story of Dusty May, a Lakota orphan with an iron will, who runs away from the horrific circumstances of her foster home and her foster father — a man of beast-like brilliance and power — to pursue her dream of lightness and ballet, even as her foster father unleashes an army to bring her down.

Part literary fiction, part thriller, part dance story, Gap-Toothed Girl is at its core a tale of human joy and freedom of will — a “relentlessly paced novel” combining “the surreal imagery of Nabokov with the psychological complexity of Dostoevsky” (Fort Collins Forum) to investigate the depths of the human psyche and the indomitable will to succeed, ultimately plumbing the very nature of human happiness and the human soul.


Excerpt

Chapter 3
Thus, this bright autumn morning, she made her way alone down the leafy lanes that led to his property — so excited that she several times broke into a sprint. Her maize-yellow tee-shirt read, in black block-print: RUN WILD.
There were three trampolines behind the fence, and she chose the one farthest away. A large white sign with red-stenciled letters said:
PLEASE REMOVE YOUR SHOES
Dusty slipped out of her sneakers and hopped sock-footed onto the trampoline mat. The daytime moon hung half-crumbled in the sky above, and the sky was burnished blue.
She began to jump. Her Indian-black hair lifted and fell. Soon she got her feet underneath her and grew more confident. She bounced higher and higher until, before long, she felt as though she were flying. After a while she half came to believe that the only thing preventing her from making it all the way up to the moon was her will and her will exclusively.
She was at it for some time before she realized she wasn’t alone.
Observing her from grass, some twenty feet away, was the young man she’d watched spellbound through binoculars the day before.
He appeared suddenly, a friendly presence with a crooked smile and large brown eyes that were like blots of melting chocolate. He approached.
She stopped jumping.
He was at least nine years older than her. Immediately her eyes went to the long and wormy scar that ran the entire left side of his face clear down his neck, and he noticed her eyeing the scar.
“Admiring my seam?” he said. He cocked his head so that she might better see the length of it.
“It’s a vacation souvenir I got four years ago, when I dove into a lake that I didn’t know had rebar in it. I almost bled to death.”
He leapt lightly onto the trampoline mat, and she stepped back.
“But I’m still standing!” he said.
He bounced once and landed on his knees and then bounced back up onto his feet. He did it again. So relaxed, so natural-looking.
“Now you try it,” he said.
She did it.
He smiled wider. He was one of the snaggle-toothed, the serene.
He told her his name was David. He said that he was the son of a woman named Bird, whose husband Wesson Weekly, his stepfather, owned the trampolines. He told her that he lived in Las Vegas with his father and stepmother, and that he was here only for a few days, as a visitor. She could feel his kindness: it radiated from him like a force-field. Indeed, it was largely this that gave her the courage to tell him she wanted to learn backflips and front flips, as she had seen him do the day before.
She held his gaze with some effort as she spoke.
He told her to watch closely, then. He said for her to pay attention to exactly what he was doing.
She stood off to the side, on the grass. He jumped. He spoke as he jumped, explaining everything while he did flips, both front and back. He spoke at length.
He told her that backflips are easier than front flips. He said that front flips are more dangerous. “Contrary to popular belief,” he said.
He said that the most important thing to remember about any acrobatic maneuver is, first, you must fully decide and, second, you must fully follow through with that decision.
He said you must not overthink it, and you must not let your nerves get in the way.
He said that anything less than a total commitment to the move can cause injuries.
She listened to his every word, and she watched him with lidless fixity. She thought that he was the most beautiful person she’d ever seen.
He said that, like most things, the first one you do is the most difficult. He said that after the first one, they all get easier.
He did backflip after backflip, slowly, effortlessly, describing to her precisely what he was doing and explaining to her the whole time precisely how he was doing it.
He told her once again that the most important thing for her to remember is to not hesitate after she decided to act. He said you decide and you act.
“And that,” he said, ceasing, “is the whole secret of life.”
He winked.
“Ready to try?”
She nodded.
“Would you like me to spot you?”
She shook her head.
“Okay.”
He stepped off to one side, onto the grass, and with an open palm gestured for her to get on the trampoline.
He told her to do what she’d just watched him do.
She bounced several times, getting her feet back under her. He observed her. He did not say another word. He could see her thinking. He could feel her deciding. In an instant, then, as sudden as a bone-snap, she somersaulted backward and landed, a little overcorrected but safely, upon her feet. It took her two seconds before she realized that she had done it. It surprised her how easy it was.
He applauded.
She stood for a long moment, motionless and winded not so much from exertion as from the pure surge of adrenaline which came sloshing through her veins like nitroglycerin: the sense of limitless potential contained within her body and brain, the sudden knowledge of that, combined with the realization that she and she alone had done this thing, the touch of fear mixed with courage — it all converged in this moment and satisfied a secret hunger deep within her, something profound and poignant which she didn’t know existed until right now, something inexpressibly private. She felt as though she’d been blasted out of a rocket-launcher.
“I think you’ve got the stuff,” he said.



About the Author

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Ray A. Harvey, novelist, essayist, published poet, athlete, and editor, son of Firman Charles Harvey (RIP) and his wife Cecilia, youngest of thirteen half brothers and half sisters, was born and raised in the San Juan Mountains of southwestern Colorado. He’s worked as a short-order cook, copyeditor, construction laborer, crab fisherman, janitor, pedi-cab driver, bartender, and more. He’s also written and ghostwritten a number of published books, poems, and essays, but no matter where he’s gone or what he’s done to earn a living, literature and learning have always existed at the core of his life.


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Saturday, November 17, 2018

Stolen Kiss by Karen Tjebben



Psychological Romantic/Suspense
Date Published: December 2017

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A sociopath is on the hunt…

Bret Silva’s handsome face is plastered all over town on placards praising his success. But neither his eyes nor his friendly smile betray the dark beast that lurks within. A beast that requires sacrifices. But one mistake endangers Bret’s survival.

When the men from Savage Security discover a damning photo, they realize that someone has mastered the art of the perfect murder. As their hunt begins, Cole Savage must reconcile his desire for justice with the burning ache in his heart for Julia Romero. Enlisting her help as a realtor, they work together to find a new home for Savage Security while the hunt for the killer continues. As the men discover more victims, they piece together the clues and realize that one of their own may be in the sights of a ruthless killer. 

Excerpt

The siren call of nature flit delightfully through the crisp breeze and reminded Bret Silva why he loved this time of year. The warm days teased of an early spring, but he knew that winter could return with a vengeance at any time. But for now, he’d enjoy the fluttering of the birds as they danced from tree to tree with delight. The bright males puffed out their chests and sang their arias to pique a lover’s attention. The squirrels and chipmunks skittered through the park, chasing each other in a timeless dance through the ground cover until the females succumbed to the males’ charms.
Strength contrasted with weakness. Dominance blended with submission. The time-honored ritual that ensured the survival of life played out before him.
Bret had mastered his own ritual. The hunt.
Life had somehow transformed him into a predator. He wasn’t a pervert, but he did need to quell the nightmares that haunted him. Some nights he’d wake in a cold sweat, his heart pounding and horrible memories burning his eyes. It was those nights that propelled him into action. And so far, the only way he’d been able to achieve peace was by surrounding himself with beauty. 
He never knew when he’d meet that perfect woman who’d ignite an overwhelming need in him to possess her. Sometimes the need was triggered by her mesmerizing eyes or the perfection of her curves. Sometimes even the brilliance of her mind. It didn’t matter what initiated the hunt. It only mattered that he finished it.



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Karen Tjebben lives in central North Carolina with her wonderful husband, twin daughters, and two hamsters. When her girls left for kindergarten, Karen discovered that she needed to fill her days with something, and that was the beginning of her writing career. She loves to create worlds filled with unique characters that she hopes will delight and raise goose bumps on her readers. In her free time, she enjoys traveling with her husband and seeing the world through her daughters' eyes.


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Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Animal Circus by Michael Batchelor


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Literary Fiction
Date Published: October 7th, 2018

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Doe’s Circus, one of the last of its kind in Australia. Travelling across the country all year round, thousands of humans visit to revel in the tradition of Dagwood dogs, dodgem cars and the weekend prime time show. 

Yet for the animals locked away in the small confines of the petting zoo, the circus is a neon-lit, human-infested nightmare.

Tormented by the ringmaster and his gang of tyrannical showmen, two pigs, a rooster and a sheep devise a plan to accomplish the impossible―escape the circus.

Excerpt

Thousands of humans, visiting from all across the country to ogle and fondle the animals in their cages. Blinding, flashing lights. Music as mad as a March hare. The game stalls are fixed and the food turns the humans loud and rough. The showmen, all part of a petulant, foul-mouthed family, stink of cigarettes and beer and represent the lowest rung of human society.
Being an orphan of the circus his whole life, Walt was conscripted to be a sideshow act along with an ensemble of various stolen animals. He refuses to accept that he’ll die in Doe’s Circus. One day, he’ll escape.

About the Author

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Michael Batchelor, born 1991, is an Australian author based on the Gold Coast, Queensland. He graduated from Griffith University in 2011 with a Bachelor of Communications and in 2015, published his first novel, The Red Chilli.

Michael’s greatest joy is to share his stories and ideas with the world.




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