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When Jacqueline follows her
trusty Labrador Bailey down a hidden path to the beach, she's unaware that her
vacation plans on a small island off the New England coast has already taken
her life in a new direction. Running into an unassuming local beach comber
stirs new thoughts, desires, and a self-determination she never knew she
possessed. Jacqueline will need to trust her instincts and make the most of
what fate has in store if she wants the future that, until now, she has only
dared to dream of.
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The ferry was taking its sweet time making its way to Block
Island.
Time is the ultimate dictator. Where did I hear that? I
couldn’t have just come up with that one on my own.
Jacqueline French grabbed one of the last outside seats on
the Block Island Ferry. It had only left Point Judith, RI, ten minutes ago, but
for her, it seemed like ten hours ago. This would be her fourth September
visiting this tiny tear drop-shaped island nestled between the south coast of
Rhode Island and Montauk Point, located at the eastern tip of the south fork of
Long Island, New York.
She always preferred visiting Block Island this time of
year, after many of the Labor Day vacation stragglers dispersed and the kids
were back at school. Although there were still a fair number of visitors, the
din of racing mopeds was confined mostly to the weekends. Thanks to Michael,
who she met on her first trip to Block Island, she came to know virtually every
back road and trail on this seven-mile-long by three-mile-wide island. Beyond
its beauty, Jacqueline’s deeper connection with the island was its shape. She
shed many tears lately over the fate of her marriage and the direction her life
had taken.
She always brought Bailey, her chocolate Labrador retriever,
on her September sojourns to Block Island. Bailey enjoyed seeing the seals
every year, and they seemed curious about her. But Bailey had become too
arthritic to make the trip this year.
About the Author: Cynthia Flowers, a
recently retired advertising professional, now grant writer, resides with her
husband and four-year old Labrador named Eddie, at their “sanctuary” in Upstate
New York, Although previously published, this is Cynthia's first book of
fiction. Early on in grade school, Cynthia looked forward to creative writing
class and enjoyed reading her stories aloud to her eager classmates.
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the tour.
Searching for an answer to a question you haven't
asked yet? You are not alone. One small realization and a whole world
unravels.
Woven through these pages are a series of my most
significant life events relating to narcissistic victim/survivor syndrome.
Inside are keys unlocking mysteries of complex PTSD, compounded through various
forms of abuse.
A journey of highs, like the Freedom Convoy, and the lows of
a failed longtime marriage. With spiritual forces at work behind the scenes,
could a Christian home have so many secrets? The smoke will clear to reveal our
true mirrored self.
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I was paralyzed, not just by fear but by dread and over
exhaustion. It felt as though given the opportunity I could sleep for days, yet
struggled to find rest. I relied on prescribed meds, and the morning was
showing the outcome of dependence. Irish cream was a favorite to put in my
first cups of coffee for added motivation. As nice as this hotel was, there was
no minibar to ease the angst.
I was immobilized, unable to move, begging God to take me.
How can I do this? How can I manage the full brunt of this day without any of
the vices that helped me survive for some time?
I turned on the TV, made some hotel room coffee and laid
there motionless, praying for the Lord to take me home. A text came in from my
office manager, Sharon, a reserved woman who I had a sincere bond with. She
encouraged me daily, and I valued her advice.
“Hey girlie, how are you doing over there?”
My response was as she suspected. She knew how hard the
meetings were for me. She was my closest confidant, a friend that sticks closer
than a brother. Such a blessing to me, she was gifted with an ear to listen,
non-judgmental and caring. She loved me and I loved her right back.
I told her about forgetting my pills and couldn’t get out of
bed. I couldn’t do anything. Her response was comforting. She said, “Then
don’t, don’t go. Do what you need to do. Take care of yourself and don’t worry
about the rest.” Her approval in this seemed to sooth my soul. She made me
self-aware that I DID have the power to not go if I didn’t want to. I could
just say I wasn’t feeling well, but something inside me won’t give up. I can’t
give in to negative, intrusive thoughts just waiting for my demise.
About the Author: Joanie was raised on a
farm in Saskatchewan, Canada. Life revolved around chores, school and church.
Six older siblings and all the nieces and nephews added up to a large family.
Strong in doctrine and armed with a passion for truth, she's
walked the walk of faith, facing challenges to overcome. She was married at 19,
became a mother to a stepdaughter, and later birthed two children. Following
years of turmoil in her marriage, she hit the inevitable breaking point.
Starting life over, she attended broadcasting college, going
on to anchor morning news for the airwaves. Feeling isolated and rejected, her
drive to help others who have gone through similar circumstances inspired this
book. Through the Refiners fire, she's ready to share tools required to escape
the fake and embrace the truth.
To celebrate A Dilemma for the
Duke's release, I'm thrilled to join the
A Marriage to the Marquess
book tour. USA Bestselling author Ruth A. Casie combines regency romance with
suspense, swoon-worthy heros and smart heroines. Check out an excerpt below and
be sure to take advantage of pre-release pricing for book two.
In a world of secrets,
love, and ticking clocks, their alliance of convenience may just become a
marriage of the heart.
Ewan,
the Marquess of Glenraven, finds himself returning to his home in Belgrave
Square, summoned back to London by his former commanding officer, Lord
Barrington. Ewan’s been entrusted with the task of unraveling a deceitful
gambling scheme and uncovering the truth behind the mysterious deaths tied to
it. He is also faced with a pressing personal ultimatum: either secure his
trust by marrying by his 30th birthday, five weeks hence, or risk losing it
all.
In Cavendish Square, a mile north of Belgravia,
Lady Juliet Hayward carries the heavy burden of her late brother, Bradley’s
gambling debts. Her own future teeters on the brink of destitution. Determined
to confront the man who has her brother’s vowels and control of her survival,
she’s determined to find him and negotiate a solution.
As Ewan and Juliet are drawn together, they conceal their true intentions,
not knowing they both seek the one person who holds the cards. However, time is
not on their side. In a bold move, they confess to each other and devise a
plan—a marriage of convenience, a calculated business arrangement—to simultaneously
fulfill Ewan’s inheritance requirement, settle Juliet’s brother’s debts, and
expose the scheming ringleader As they dig deeper, they uncover a far-reaching
conspiracy, orchestrated by a clandestine organization manipulating events from
behind the scenes. Yet, a single kiss on their wedding day unleashes a deluge
of conflicting emotions within each of them, shattering their carefully
constructed façade.
This is a
breathtaking Regency tale of love, sacrifice, and the resilience of the human
spirit.
“Oh, sir, could you help us, please?” A neatly
dressed man called out to him from the puppet stage.
The crowd, which he realized had gathered waiting
for the puppet show, turned their attention toward him.
Glenraven scanned the area, unsure if the gentleman
was calling out to him. He glanced back at the man.
“Yes, sir, you. You look like a man who would help
a lady in distress.” A soft chuckle rippled through the onlookers. “It is a
simple script that needs to be read.”
“Forgive me. I would gladly help a lady in
distress.” Glenraven glanced at the crowd. “I see some lovely ladies.” He
nodded to several ladies not too far from him. “But I do not see any ladies in
distress.”
The man operating the puppet stage peeked under the
curtain. “My lady. Are you in distress?” he called out.
“Yes, my lord,” came a voice from behind the
curtain. As the puppet master opened the curtain, a female puppet was revealed.
“I have no Punch.”
Glenraven checked his watch. It was ten minutes
past one. “Ne’er let it be said that I didn’t come to a lady’s aid.”
Glenraven made his way to the stage to the crowd’s
chuckling and applauding.
“Thank you, my lord. Thank you.” the puppet master
whispered to him before turning to address the audience.
“Kind people. I am the puppet master, Percival
Thimbleby. You’ve already met Miss Juliet Hayward, who will be our Judy. She
has taken her place. This is,” the puppet master turned to Glenraven and
waited. He coughed and waited a bit more. “And this is?” He raised his eyebrows
at his Punch.
With a good natured smile, he slightly bowed to the
audience. “Lord Glenraven at your service.”
“My lord.” The puppet master doffed his cap and
bowed to him. “Ladies and Gents, we have a real hero,” he added with a playful
eye roll, making everyone laugh. “Lord Glenraven will be playing our Punch. We
are fortunate to have found two willing people to help us today. They do not
know what has happened in the story so far. It will be very telling how they
portray this scene. Be gentle with my actors, my friends. I dare say they are
new to this trade. We want to encourage them. Who knows, you may witness the
beginning of a most enchanting partnership.”
The puppet master turned to Glenraven. “This way,
my lord. While you and your Judy say your lines, I will manage the
puppets.”
He guided Glenraven to his spot, handed him his
script, and then returned to address the audience.
Glenraven glanced at the paper and burst into
laughter, the sound echoing for all to hear.
“Are you all right, my lord?” the puppet master
called out.
“Quite. I see you are also a magician. For us
mortals, the script is blank.”
The audience laughed along with him, clearly in on
the jest.
“Well, my lord. I am a poor puppet master. I only
had one script and, as a gallant puppet master, gave it to your Judy as I know
you would want me to. After all, you are a gallant hero.”
“Yes, I am.” Glenraven chuckled. “I accept the
challenge. You, my friend, may have to suffer the consequences.”
“Very well, my lord. I am certain your quick wit
and heroism will come to the fore.” Again, the audience chuckled.
The puppet master turned to the audience.
“I will set the stage. Punch has brought back a
treasure and must convince his Judy to let him keep it.” The puppet master
paused. “Punch. You can begin whenever you are ready.”
Glenraven took a moment, cleared his throat, and
began with a theatrical flair.
“Oh, Judy, my love.” Glenraven’s voice, a warm
whiskey baritone, rang out. “I have fought hard and long. I’ve brought back a
treasure. It must be protected at all costs.” He paused a heartbeat and
continued, his voice a bit lower, “I won’t let anyone take it from
us!”
“But Punch, dear, we must be careful.” His Judy’s
voice was sweet and slightly breathless. “There are those who covet what we
have.”
“Fear not, my sweet Judy.” Glenraven’s Punch
declared with theatrical bravado. “I’ll stand against them all, even if it
means facing the darkest of contenders.”
He imagined Judy gazing at Punch as she went on,
her voice sweet and a touch unsteady, “Then let us be strong together, my
Punch. Our love will guide us through.”
Glenraven stared at the curtain separating him from
his Judy and put the papers down. He focused all his attention on his unseen
partner.
“And when the storm clouds gather,” Punch
continued, his tone filled with anticipation, “and the world around us seems
uncertain...” A dramatic pause lingered. “We’ll find shelter in each other’s
arms, and our hearts will be our fortress. But, Judy, my love,” Punch’s voice
softened, “there’s one thing you must know. Our journey won’t always be
easy.”
The puppet master skillfully moved Punch to Judy’s
side, his puppet arm around her.
“I understand, Punch. I’m prepared to face whatever
challenges lie ahead.”
“Then, my dear Judy, let us embark on this
adventure together, hand in hand.” The puppet master had Punch take Judy’s
hand.
“Together, we’ll find the strength to conquer all,”
Judy declared.
“And as we travel through life’s mysterious twists
and turns...” Punch turned his head and looked around. “We’ll uncover the
secrets hidden in the shadows, and they shall not hold us back. Judy, my love,”
Punch’s tone deepened with passion, “desire burns within me like an
unquenchable fire.”
Judy delicately touched Punch’s face. “And what of
commitment, Punch? Will your flames endure, or will they be snuffed
out?”
“Fear not, dear Judy,” Even the audience could hear
the smile in Punch’s voice, “for desire may kindle our passion, but it’s a
commitment that fuels our eternal flame.”
“Then let our love burn brighter than the stars,
Punch, for we are bound by both desire and commitment.”
This little game excited Glenraven in ways he
hadn’t anticipated. The essence of sincerity he heard in ‘Judy’s’ voice warmed
him. The more he spoke, the more the line between him and his Punch
blurred.
Absurd. He gave himself a mental shake. This puppet
performance is only a game. Judy isn’t the only one capable of playing a
believable game.
“So, my love,” Punch said tenderly, “let us dance
through the pages and write our own story, bound by fate and love.”
“Forever entwined, together we’ll craft our own
destiny. It awaits, Punch, my dearest.” There was a pause. “Forever,” was
Judy’s breathless reply.
RUTH A. CASIE is a USA
Today bestselling author of historical swashbuckling action-adventures and
contemporary romance with enough action to keep you turning pages. Her stories
feature strong women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. She
lives in New Jersey with her hero, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of
incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she found her voice, she was a
speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer,
and vice president at an international bank where she was a product/marketing
manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now-writing romance. She
hopes her stories become your favorite adventures.
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A young woman dies alone in a hotel room, her
fentanyl-poisoned cocaine still on the desk. She had been missing for nearly 2
weeks. Social Services had been trying to find a place for her to live with her
3-year-old son, whom she had left with her parents. Six months later her father
fights for his life in intensive care, but succumbs to his illness because of a
lifelong use of alcohol and tobacco. A month after his death her mother is
assessed by doctors to be unable to care for herself because of her Alzheimer's
and mental health issues brought on by benzodiazepine and alcohol
addiction.
The son, brother, stepson is the only one left to pick up
the pieces. He begins a journey of the self and finds out the truth of his
family. After going over letters, notes, emails, videos, and text messages, he
uncovers a disturbing picture of the abuse his sister suffered at the hands of
their parents. He also begins to better understand his own struggles with
mental health and substance addiction because of the trauma and abuse he also
suffered from their parents.
Follow the son as he looks through his family history to
discover the generational abuse that trickled down through the years. Learn
about how parents who suffer from narcissistic personality disorder emotionally
abuse and manipulate their children. See how the abuse and trauma becomes
mental illness in the abused, and how they fall into vicious traps of
addiction, eating disorders, self-harm, and complex post-traumatic stress
disorder. Witness the transformational change of the son as he works on the recovery
of his inner child and tries to become the man he was meant to
be.
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Part 1 - In the beginning…
What Came Before... – Part 1 Maternal Family
History
My mother had a difficult upbringing. My mother’s mother was
continually pregnant for 16 years, producing 4 boys (Robert, Edward, Charles,
Shane) and 3 girls (R – my mother, Lorraine, Claire)2. She would later die of
cancer while the children were young. My mother’s father led a jazz orchestra,
resembling the ones in movies from the early 20th century that didn’t fit
neatly into the category of a symphony or a standard band. He had even played
for the queen.
However, the Alcohol Use Disorder (AUD) of my grandfather
became overwhelming, and the authorities of that time deemed him unfit to care
for the children. They split the children up and put them into foster care. The
foster care system back then did not have the safety systems we have in place
to protect the children today, and I would not be surprised if some of the
children were further emotionally or physically abused in foster
care.
About the Author: Geoffrey is a
first-time author. He lives peacefully by a lake, spending his time writing,
painting, gardening, and woodworking. His recovery is ongoing, and he enjoys
his privacy and seclusion.
