The Family Lies Run Deep

 

That FIRST comment is from the person who molested me when I was four.

You know when a distant and abusive family comes out of the wood works trying to discredit a book that you've really struck a nerve. I had an uncle drive 1,000 miles to get in my face, my older brother/childhood molester left the first screen capture comment, and a cousin whom I've never really known left the second comment.

She's not even a blood relative. Her mother married into the family. When 'family' tries SOOOOO HARD to discredit a FICTION book that's ""͟i͟n͟s͟p͟i͟r͟e͟d͟ ͟b͟y͟ ͟t͟r͟u͟e͟ ͟e͟v͟e͟n͟t͟s͟"͟ ͟a͟n͟d͟ ͟i͟s͟ ͟p͟u͟b͟l͟i͟s͟h͟e͟d͟ ͟a͟s͟ ͟F͟I͟C͟T͟I͟O͟N͟,͟ there's obviously something they don't want the world to know. Maybe the ＴＲＵΞ parts that it's INSPIRED by are causing some rippling fear that the rest of the family secrets might finally be revealed. Maybe, just maybe, they will be. I had no prior plans, but I've been baited now... and I have things in writing now, too.

Yes, my grandmother had a love before my grandfather.
Yes, the letter at the end of the book is real.
Yes, it existed.

BOTH comments are full of crap AND go against the community standards of "family members can't comment on your books," and yet Amazon has not done anything to remove them. I've emailed them (literally) hundreds of times over the last few weeks, but they just aren't listening. Please feel free to report them yourself. Just click on this link and scroll down to the comments. https://tinyurl.com/theroadweleft

You can also get your own copy of the book to see what has them so upset, or leave a review of your own! It's a great way to support your favorite little 'unknown' author.

Look Ma! I did it!

 

When I first started this journey I had no idea where it would take me. I knew I had to tell my story of surviving human trafficking but I had no idea how it would turn out.

I started telling pieces of my story many years ago on a blog of my own. Eventually some of the more involved, lengthy stories were taken down from the blog and turned into small books. That was the start of everything for me. I’d always wanted to write a book but never saw it as being a possibility. The very idea of writing an entire book seemed so daunting and overwhelming. When I took down a couple of continuation blogs and put them into a single document, I discovered that not only had I already accomplished one of my bucket list items, but that I had something I was proud of. 

I knew my first book would likely flop. People wouldn’t care. They’d never want to read it. But I put it out there anyway in hopes that someone would. Now, no matter how good or bad that book did, I can’t ever regret it. The book is what helped introduce me to my now best friend and launched my entire side gig as a published author. As I learned the ins and outs of it all, I started helping others to follow their passions, too. Several of my dear friends have decided to write books now, based on the encouragement and truth that I’ve shared with them. To see the excitement in their faces when they talk about their works in progress has been tremendously rewarding for me. My best friend has even fashioned a character in her novel based on me (though the character in the book sounds much more elegant and beautiful than I could ever aspire to be) and I couldn’t be more humbled. That character is the main supporting character and she’s awesome. 

It’s been quite a journey, learning how to do it all on my own. Eventually I wrote my full autobiography as a survivor of human trafficking and published  “Custom Justice” last year. I have been able to accomplish incredible things since then as a result. After spending two decades wondering if I’d ever find love, I finally found what I wanted most. In January of this year I married an amazing guy and we merged our families into one big, happy home.  I’ve walked my own path for a long time but this was a healing journey nobody could predict. The ability to express and discuss what happened to me in the world of abuse and trauma has not only healed me, but helped others. 

I’ve finally branched out away from writing just about my own experiences. On June 30th of this year I released my latest book “The Road We Left Behind” as a tribute to my grandmother. It takes place in the 1930’s and 1940s, spanning Prohibition, the Great Depression, and World War II. My grandmother and her first boyfriend, Arthur, had some pretty fantastic adventures together. The book was inspired by her true story. 

This September I have the third book in a Science Fiction post-apocalyptic trilogy being released. The series tells of a group of unlikely survivors trying to flea Los Angeles after an apocalyptic event occurs and society turns on itself. Having lived in Los Angeles myself for fourteen years in my past, and having lived through what I’ve lived through, I often tell people that I feel quite qualified to tell the story. Who better to predict the end of the world than someone who's already lived through it? 

For the first time in my life, I have the freedom to chase my dreams. I’m doing what I love. I wake up in the morning, EXCITED to work for twelve hours a day. Thanks to the loving support of my amazing husband, I am now a full-time author and I’m watching my dreams all come true. 

I have a book signing tour here in Colorado coming up. My husband and I got a six-foot banner made to display at the table, and it has this massive image of my face on it. At first I saw it and thought “people will think I’m narcissistic.” Now I look at it and think “people will think I’m a professional author.” Because I am.

This is a proud moment for me. I’ve come a long way from the damaged, abused, sheltered little girl hiding from her own shadow.

I am not a former victim.

I am not just a survivor of trafficking.

I am not what my past said I was.

I am not unworthy of love. 

I can follow my dreams.

I am a professional, PUBLISHED author.

(Ten times and counting!)

(And the title of this blog is satirical.
My mother wouldn't care.)