FYI, every person that participates in the blog tour by leaving a comment, all the blogs they leave a comment on will send them a free ebook. AND the IBC (blog host) will be giving away a Kindle to one random commenter throughout the blog tour!
How awesome is that!?
Synopsis:
Fate can mark one early for a particular future.
Madison Wescott’s life is Hell on earth. Her father, a Baptist Preacher, convinces her she’s morally corrupt when men notice her blooming beauty. She strives to be unnoticeable, but nothing satisfies her condemning parents.
And sometimes fate has nothing to do with one’s potential.
Temptation rears its head when Micah Dominus visits her father’s church on Christmas morning, but she is unprepared for her physical reaction to him. Frightened by her own emotions, she is grateful she’ll never see him again. But when he shows up again at a friend’s funeral, and at other times in her life, she’s swayed by his charisma. Micah becomes her white knight through the good and bad, but can they create the perfect life together? Or has she just located the beginning of the Road to Hell?
Supernatural forces more powerful than fate can claim one’s destiny…
Fate can mark one early for a particular future.
And sometimes fate has nothing to do with one’s potential.
Supernatural forces more powerful than fate can claim one’s destiny…
EXCERPT:
“You’re morally damned, Madison Grace Wescott!” Bruce Wescott screamed the outraged whisper into his daughter’s face. “It shames me to recognize you as my daughter.”
Madison shrunk further into the corner of the church bench, wishing she could shrink out of sight. Maybe if she were out of Daddy’s sight, she’d be out of his mind too, she thought as she blinked back the stinging tears. A hurried peek around the church sanctuary confirmed no one else witnessed her setback.
Unsure what she’d done to receive his censure this time, she offered a weak, “Yes, sir, I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Not that an apology ever appeased him.
“It’s not me you should be apologizing too, young lady, but the Lord,” he snapped drawing to his five-foot six stature. “If you don’t repent and alter your ways, God’ll see you burn in Hell.”
“Yes, sir, I understand.” She hoped she sounded meek enough to suit his temper or she’d find herself on her knees after church service praying for her soul. Depending upon his mood, she could pray for hours without a restroom break or a knee break. And boy, oh, boy, could her knees suffer brutal agony in that position.
It would be great if she knew what to repent so she could avoid the burn of Hell. She didn’t want to burn any more than he wanted her to burn. A typical complaint centered on her appearance. Her hair was too blonde, her eyes too blue, her boobs too big and her figure too lush for her too-tall frame. At fifteen she was already three and a half inches taller than him. All these complaints apparently forced men to sin against God by lusting after her. Not that she encouraged men to lust after her, mind you, but on the off chance that they did, it was still her fault in Daddy’s eyes.
“Brother Wescott,” Becca Slayter said with her hand extended to her father, cheap red lipstick smeared outside the lip-line of her saggy mouth. The over-abundance of lipstick did not give her the appearance of fuller lips. Reminded of another one of her father’s complaints—her lips were too full and sensual—Madison pinched her lips together. “I wanted to extol how much your sermon last Sunday enriched my life this week. Why I was telling Cynthia Jones…”
Madison stopped listening to Becca Slayter’s conversation with her dad because she didn’t much like ‘Sister’ Becca or her high-pitched annoying voice. And she was old, like thirty or thirty-five, and all Sister Becca ever did was brag about some new object she’d received.
She peeked around the sanctuary and took special care not to openly snag the gaze of any man. Opening her worn leather-bound Holy Bible to the Gospel of Luke, she began to read and mentally pray God would forgive her for whatever sin she’d committed. If she were lucky, by the time Daddy finished his morning sermon he would forget all about her morally damned soul. She sure didn’t want to spend the afternoon praying on her knees.
My Review:I absolutely loved the life lessons! If I hadn't read them before I read Pandora's Box I know I would have a whole different take on the characters. I wouldn't love them the way I love them now and that would be so sad :(. Gracen did an excellent job with these. They help prepare you so that you are ready for the SHOCKER in Pandora's Box. Without the life lessons you can't really
understand the relationship that Madison and Micah have. The book would still be AMAZING but it would be lacking a lot of spark without the Life Lessons.
7 comments:
Wow what a father figure Bruce Westcott is. He makes me glad I grew up without one..
First off, I must say what a great giveaway! Our troops so seldom get the recognition they deserve and I'm sure they appreciate this immensely.
Now about the book, I so can't wait to read this. I believe I will relate well to Madison just from the excerpt. I look forward to receiving the book and glad I could be apart of such an awesome giveaway. Thanks so much!
shhaunna(at)live(dot)com
Wow, I can't imagine having to grow up like that, truly. More problems for any child as they grow up...yipes.
Sebrina_Cassity(at)yahoo(dot)com
Love Gracen and Love Madison! Im Just here to support the troops so hope this comment counts!
This is such a wonderful idea! I hope lots of soldiers get some great books to read! Thanks Gracen!!
What an awesome idea!! Sounds like an awesome read. And here to support the troops!! :)
jlbonges@comcast.net
Hi, I think this is a wonderful idea and even though I'm not from America, I support this initiative with my whole heart, because of the sacrifices these soldiers make for the people of their country. What they do is also an example to the rest of the world, how big a person's love for their country and their people can be. I would be proud to call myself an American if I lived in the United States! :D
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