BOOKS COMING SOON.........

With all of the excitement of my new book coming out, I wanted to share with all of you a little teaser on my next upcoming book which is entitled "Dream Team". This story deals with the issue of domestic violence in the gay community with emphasis on the effects it has on lesbian relationships.

My purpose for writing about this taboo subject is because this type of behavior needs to "come out of the closet" so to speak. I do hope that with this book the walls of silence come down on this issue and the discussion on how to combat it will begin.





DREAM TEAM



PROLOGUE


(1982)

“Bitch stop running from me!” yelled the man from the upstairs bedroom.
This was what happened every day without fail for the seven year old. She never knew what a “peaceful” house was supposed to be like. He was always hitting mama and blaming her for everything. Maybe if she would try to be a good little girl then daddy would not be so mean and then everything would be ok.
Mama always said that prayer changes everything so maybe that would help mama from being hurt she thought. Just then, she heard the crash from the bedroom. The sound frightened her so she hid behind the chair in the corner of her bedroom. Covering up her ears so as not to hear the blows, she prayed within herself that she would be a “good little girl” so that the beatings would stop.
“I told you not to open any mail in this house but you never listen to me! That is why that low life you got pregnant from left your ass! If it wasn’t for me she would be a bastard child right now!” he kept on bellowing from the top of his lungs.
“James! I’m-”
She never had time to finish her sentence because the blows kept coning harder and faster and with each hit the young child flinched as she tried to hold back the tears that were stinging her eyes.

“Its okay sweetheart, everything is going to be alright. Poor baby, a child should never have to go through something like this.” Mrs. Freemont, the next-door neighbor said as she held the shaking child in her arms. It was her call that brought the police and ambulance to the violent home. The ambulance took the child’s mother away and from the whispers between the EMT’s, they did not seem hopeful that she was going to make it. As for the fate of the abuser, his was in the hands of a judge when the police carried him away in handcuffs.
“Is she going to be alright?” asked an officer.
“She is going to be just fine, I will see to that.” said Mrs. Freeman.
“Look at her; she looks like the devil’s been after her. I have never seen such fright in anyone’s eyes like that before.” the officer said looking concerned.
“Yes, she’s been through a lot but she’s in good hands now.” Mrs. Freeman said while holding the child even closer to her.
The little girl clung to her rescuer knowing that she was safe for the time being. She did not know how long she had been holding on to Mrs. Freeman but inside herself she knew that mama and daddy were gone and things were not going to be the same.


CHAPTER 7


Anecia awoke suddenly in a cold sweat. Her nightgown was drenched with perspiration and she felt her body shaking uncontrollably. The alarm clock read 3 a.m. Realizing that she was not going to go back to sleep any time soon she turned on the lamp sitting on the nightstand and got out of bed. A shower is what she needed right now. The way her nightgown clung to her made her feel uncomfortable as well as unclean. Could her meeting with Dr. Watts have brought about this anxiety? Maybe she was not ready to deal with the sensitive subject of when her relationship changed with Teri. Maybe she should slow her sessions down and ease into talking about the events she tried so hard to forget. Maybe she should just cancel her session altogether. She sighed, so many maybe’s and what ifs won’t change the fact of what happened that August night. Closing her eyes, she imagined Teri standing in front of her arms reaching for her….closer, closer….aiming for her neck as if to choke her. Letting out a small scream, she quickly opened her eyes grabbed her neck as if that would dispel the phantom hands coming after her. She then felt the room spinning and a wave of nausea hit her. Holding on to her bedroom wall for support she knew she had to get to the bathroom fast before she passed out like before. Turning on the bathroom light she saw the toilet and was about to lift the lid up when her vision became blurry. She thought she heard that voice which sent chills down her spine. “Bitch, you never will get rid of me!” then she passed out.