I'm giving away a paperback copy of Wings of Desperation on Goodreads. Contest begins March 2, 2017 and ends March 30, 2017. Go to Goodreads.com to enter. Good luck!
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I found myself trying to find time to read this book. A page-turner no doubt, with a twist at the end! I am excited about Volume 2 and will continue to follow Jackie's plight as she fights her way out of a spiritual battle with demons! Women who have never loved and/or never been truly loved before can find many things in common with Jackie who is a proactive, intellectual woman who enjoys a night-out-on-the-town! Jackie's character is career-driven, and comes off as a smart-ass/sarcastic. Without giving too much away, Jackie has created an emotional wall towards men and has a hard time letting men in and letting go of the past.
Mother stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I knew she would get off at the next stop and have a car waiting to take her back to Memphis. This was just another of her manipulative confrontations to try and get me to sell the train line. I wouldn’t do it. This train was my last tie to father and my refuge from her and my husband.
I breathed a sigh of relief, listening to the rumbling of the train as it sped down the track. It was soothing and familiar. I was lonely but safe, surrounded by my things. In the corner was a small record player next to a stack of records. Big Mama Thornton was my favorite with her soulful voice and her deep understanding of what it means to be blue. I grabbed Big Mama and sat her record carefully on the turning mechanism, then placed the needle at the beginning. I curled up next to the window, watching the train angrily rush through the forest without a care who it left behind. A tear rolled slowly down my face as I connected with Big Mama’s pain. Life was so very trying and filled with darkness and confusion. I sat trying to figure out what I really wanted in life. Mother was right about one thing. I couldn’t spend the rest of my life riding this train all over the country. And I feared my sense of security on the train was short lived. Confusion consumed me. How long would it be until the train line was bankrupt? Would Jonathan Adams murder me over a business deal? I slouched down and covered myself with a blanket as darkness grasp it's claws deep into my soul. |