It’s week three of the #MysteryExchange and this week I’m happy to introduce Linda Brendle and her book Tatia’s Tattoo.
About
the book:
the book:
As
a successful D.C. lawyer, Tatia’s mission in life was to destroy
the sex trafficking trade in small-town America. She knew where to
find it. She’d been there. With only apathetic foster parents to
protect her, she fell prey to the local pimp. Trapped in the sordid
underbelly of a small Texas town, she survived by sheer will. Her
friendship with her fellow victim Cindy was the only light of
humanity in the darkness until she saw a familiar face. Would Mrs. G,
a mama bear of an attorney, still think she had strength and
potential? Would Jesse, the young Christian tattoo artist and biker,
still look at her with a twinkle in his eyes? Or would they both see
only the mark of shame Eric had etched onto her forearm?
a successful D.C. lawyer, Tatia’s mission in life was to destroy
the sex trafficking trade in small-town America. She knew where to
find it. She’d been there. With only apathetic foster parents to
protect her, she fell prey to the local pimp. Trapped in the sordid
underbelly of a small Texas town, she survived by sheer will. Her
friendship with her fellow victim Cindy was the only light of
humanity in the darkness until she saw a familiar face. Would Mrs. G,
a mama bear of an attorney, still think she had strength and
potential? Would Jesse, the young Christian tattoo artist and biker,
still look at her with a twinkle in his eyes? Or would they both see
only the mark of shame Eric had etched onto her forearm?
Excerpt
from the book:
from the book:
Tatia
couldn’t breathe. She could feel his weight on her chest, his hot
breath on her face – and pain – she felt hot, searing pain
running up the center of her body. Then, he rolled off of her, and
she could breathe again, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to. If she
could hold her breath long enough, maybe she could go where Mama and
Daddy went, to their Father’s house. Suddenly, he grabbed her by
the shoulder and jerked her off the bed into a standing position.
couldn’t breathe. She could feel his weight on her chest, his hot
breath on her face – and pain – she felt hot, searing pain
running up the center of her body. Then, he rolled off of her, and
she could breathe again, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to. If she
could hold her breath long enough, maybe she could go where Mama and
Daddy went, to their Father’s house. Suddenly, he grabbed her by
the shoulder and jerked her off the bed into a standing position.
“Go
clean yourself up. My friend will be here in fifteen minutes. Stop
your bawling and freshen your make-up. You look like hell.”
clean yourself up. My friend will be here in fifteen minutes. Stop
your bawling and freshen your make-up. You look like hell.”
He
turned to the bed to straighten the rumpled sheets. When he caught
sight of the fresh bloodstains, he threw his hands in the air in
exasperation.
turned to the bed to straighten the rumpled sheets. When he caught
sight of the fresh bloodstains, he threw his hands in the air in
exasperation.
“Was
this really your first time?”
this really your first time?”
The
only reply from the bathroom was the sound of running water and soft
sniffling.
only reply from the bathroom was the sound of running water and soft
sniffling.
“I
could have charged twice as much,” he yelled.
could have charged twice as much,” he yelled.
Tatia
woke with start as her alarm clock freed her from the nightmare she
had re-lived for more than a decade. She turned off the alarm and
slipped to her knees beside the bed, asking God to take away the
horror of the dream and to replace it with His light. Basking in the
love she felt in response to her prayer, she rose and picked up her
partially packed suitcase from the floor. She placed it on the bed,
ready for last-minutes toiletries, and headed for the shower. She had
a plane to catch and girls to rescue.
woke with start as her alarm clock freed her from the nightmare she
had re-lived for more than a decade. She turned off the alarm and
slipped to her knees beside the bed, asking God to take away the
horror of the dream and to replace it with His light. Basking in the
love she felt in response to her prayer, she rose and picked up her
partially packed suitcase from the floor. She placed it on the bed,
ready for last-minutes toiletries, and headed for the shower. She had
a plane to catch and girls to rescue.
About
the author:
the author:
Linda
first began to write during her years as a caregiver. After two
memoirs, A
Long and Winding Road and
Mom’s Long Good-Bye, she
ventured into the world of fiction. Tatia’s
Tattoo will
be followed soon by Fallen
Angel Salvage, the
continuing story of Tatia, her family, and Eric ten years later.
first began to write during her years as a caregiver. After two
memoirs, A
Long and Winding Road and
Mom’s Long Good-Bye, she
ventured into the world of fiction. Tatia’s
Tattoo will
be followed soon by Fallen
Angel Salvage, the
continuing story of Tatia, her family, and Eric ten years later.
In
semi-retirement from the business world, Linda holds a part-time job
as secretary for her church and an on-line position as an accounting
specialist for BookPros. She also writes a column for the weekly
newspaper in the tiny East Texas town where she and her husband David
live with their feral cat Kitty.
semi-retirement from the business world, Linda holds a part-time job
as secretary for her church and an on-line position as an accounting
specialist for BookPros. She also writes a column for the weekly
newspaper in the tiny East Texas town where she and her husband David
live with their feral cat Kitty.
Where
to find the author:
to find the author:
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/LindaBrendle
https://twitter.com/LindaBrendle
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/linda.brendle
https://www.facebook.com/linda.brendle
Pinterest:
https://www.pinterest.com/brendle0068
https://www.pinterest.com/brendle0068