Hello.
here is some exciting news...ready for it? yeah i am! my sister (Chloe) has written a book and is publishing it! the release date is the 9th of this month, and i am participating in the blog tour, and helping her to spread the word!
the book cover, and what the book is about👇
meet the author
Chloe Hadassah is a Christian gal who strives to live for her Jesus. This is her first published book and the hopes it touches those who read it! God Bless!
i am sharing a snippet from the book and hopefully that will make you want to read the book, cause trust me its AMAZING!!!
“Dad, stop!” Lorraine always begged for the beatings to end, even though it never did any good.
She tried to catch herself from falling but couldn’t as Jake shoved her to the ground, her back banging against the lamp; causing it to crash to the floor. She scooted backwards, trying to get out of Jake’s reach, her breath in gasps from fright. Feeling her back press against the wall, she could feel the coldness of it seep into her...feeling just as cold as she had been treated by her Dad her whole life.
Lorraine leaned up, not wanting to be lowering below Jake so he could glare down at her like she knew he so loved doing. He marched toward her, yelling out every word that she had heard him use her entire miserable years of being alive.
What did I do to deserve this? She brought up her arm to shield her face against the next blow as Jake drew near, his face red from the strain of working-the only work he ever did was toward her and Doris when he was drunk or sober. He cursed her, cursed the day she was born and cursed her Mom for giving birth to such a good-for-nothing child. She didn’t bother crying out again for Doris to save her, as she never did: always leaving her on her own to take the brute of her Dad.
Jake grabbed her arm and yanked her up, the yelling growing louder and louder in her ear. This time she didn’t have a chance to beg for him to stop. He grabbed the nearest thing he could get his hands on and the next moment she was crumbling to the floor, the side of her head throbbing.
Her eyes were closed, hearing him walk away as memories flashed across her mind. She could feel the hurt as the other students laughed at her for all the bruises on her face and arms. The embarrassment of no boy wanting to take her out and the few that did never speaking to her again.
Remembering never having Doris come and comfort her as a mother should, when Jake was through. When she would lay there in her room at night, feeling rejected and alone, her Mom never came to comfort her, to tell her that she was sorry and that it would all be okay.
The memories of the worst moments of her unhappy life came and then the next moment left, leaving her all alone as everyone had always left her in life. She felt the warmth of something running down her cheeks from her head, knowing that she was bleeding.
“Oh, God!” She cried as she laid there, her battered body shivering from cold and being alone. The tears ran out her eyes and joined the blood in flowing down her cheeks....
Lorraine jerked her eyes opened, having to blink a few times to clear her vision through the tears. The tears? She leaned up on the couch as she wiped at her face and looked around the small apartment, realizing that she had fallen asleep while watching the TV.
Picking up her phone from beside her she stood and walked out the door, not bothering to turn off the television when she left. She exited the apartment and sat down on the stairs outside, hoping to leave her memories from only a few moments before, behind. It never worked before: no matter how many times and how hard I’ve tried.
Her phone announced a call and she looked over, seeing that it was from Jessica. She sighed as she answered, hoping that she was in a better mood then she was the last time she had talked with her. “Hey.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m sitting outside the apartment, you?”
“Heading to the mall,” there was a pause before she went on. “Well?”
“‘Well’ what?”
She sighed, sounding agitated. “You know what I mean. Did you talk to William about this thing?”
Lorraine sighed to herself as she stretched her leg out in front of her, hoping that she wouldn’t have brought it up. But Lorraine should have known that she would have. “Yes.”
Jessica grunted, almost growled, through clenched teeth before she spoke. “I told you-What did he say?”
She didn’t want to answer her but she knew that she would tell her sooner or later. “Religion. God stuff.”
“You’ll regret this,” was all she said before she cut off the call.
Lorraine sighed as she laid the phone beside her, pushing some loose strands of hair behind her ear, her eyes catching a glimpse of the tattoo on her arm. She looked down at it as though she were seeing it for the first time. The more she stared at it, the bigger it got. The longer the arrow became, the larger the heart grew.
“I don’t think William has a tattoo,” she said to herself as she gazed on it, her eyes not moving for a few seconds.
She finally pulled her eyes away and slowly picked up her phone again as she suddenly felt the need to talk with someone. Someone who would listen to her and, she knew, would listen as long as she wanted.
Chloe's sights:
her website: https://givegodtheglory.weebly.com/
her blog: http://heresclo.blogspot.com/
instagram @jesuswriting
THE LIGHT BLOG TOUR SCHEDULE:
also you can purchase a copy of the Light on her website when it releases on the 9th
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also you can enter in a giveaway to win an american girl doll in celebration on Madison Lorfing's five year anniversary on Delightful World of Dolls.
check it out here http://delightfulworldofdolls.com/
