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Sunday, February 17, 2019

"The Cherish Story" Series by Cheryl T. Long


EXCERPTS and GIVEAWAY
The Cherish Story Series
by Cheryl T. Long

As the Flowers Bloom: A Floweret (The Cherish Story Book 1) by Cheryl T. LongBursting of the Flower: Springing of the Bud (The Cherish Story Book 2) by Cheryl T. LongFull Blossom: From Decay to Rebirth (The Cherish Story Book 3) by Cheryl T. Long


Author Cheryl T. Long stops by today to share excerpts from all three books in The Cherish Story series: As the Flowers Bloom, Bursting of the Flower, and Full Blossom. Cheryl says: “This book series is for every person with a dream who needs their hope reaffirmed; it shows that against overwhelming odds humans are capable of blossoming. It is also a memorable and inspiring read for all persons that have had to ensure any form of sexual abuse; it teaches that you're more valuable than you may think and that your dreams are valid!”
Make sure you enter our exclusive giveaway for a chance to win a copy of each book.

As the Flowers Bloom:
A Floweret
(The Cherish Story Book 1)



Description
Living in a two-parent home would seem ideal, but for this little girl.
Cherish Flowers is a six-year-old child prostitute trafficked by her father, and her mother knew about it. Although severely sexually and mentally abused, she finds a way to deal with her life as it is. She takes solace in her ability to dance.
Cherish is in love with the dancing, but can she survive the daily travails of her life?
With no formal training other than her passion for dancing, Cherish has finally gotten her big break, but it might cost her everything. Unable, to put the nightmares of her past and the man that abused her out of her mind, she soon finds herself spiraling under those bright lights.
Will this flower bloom? Or will she wilt?

Excerpt
"Cherish!" Father grunted barging into my room. I was lay on my bed pretending to be asleep.
"Get your butt up this minute! I told you last night that we were going to the café’ today to meet a client.
“And don't make me come over there and smack you!"
I stood up slowly and trudged towards him. “Hurray up and get dressed!” he yelled.
"Bernard, there's no need to involve her in all of this, she's just a kid" Mother pleaded but Father was not going to have any of that, his mind was made up as he put his hands firmly on me and led me out of the house. Outside waiting as usual was my mother’s sister Aunt Sherlyn.
“STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR FOOD, Cherish! That soup isn’t free. Behave yourself for once. You’ve got better things to do with those hands of yours.”
Even at eight, I have experienced enough to understand what that last statement meant. At times, defiant furies stir in the pit of my gut forcing me not to behave.
I plunged my fingers into the bowl of soup again, twirling them as I hummed. It was almost impossible not to imagine I was actually dancing on stage, with millions of fans screaming my name. I’ve always loved dancing. I’m not really sure why but it came naturally to me. My fingers moved with the elegance of a swan, twirling, and breathtakingly beautiful. My pinkie did a spectacular twirl and splattered chicken noodle soup in my father’s face.
“I said stop that!” Faster than I could blink, his hand whipped up and struck me across the face. The sound reverberated through the cafe. In my periphery, I could see heads swivel in my direction, but none lingering for too long. My cheek stung.

Praise for the Book
“The writer’s expertise is shown in the way she carves out different details and scenarios as relating to human experiences with style, engulfing the reader in a world of raw truths and situations. From the first page to the last, her writing style and story continuity is sure to keep you glued till you get to the end.” ~ Delaware News Reporter
“Amazing book.must read!” ~ Bryan johnson
“This book is a true page turner. Keeps you reading to the end. It is hard to put down!!!” ~ Jacquie reading
“This was a very interesting story – ‘the triad’ and dynamics of the characters were very believable. Cheryl kept my attention throughout the story - the flow was flawless- Great job of capturing the spirit of the ladies in this novel. Awaiting your next novel - consider it Sold!! Congratulations!!! ~ Rae
“Wow! What an Awesome book!!! This book had me the edge of my couch! So many mixed emotions I felt Cherish's hurt and pain. At one point it was so deep I had to put the book down to wipe my tears😢. Get the book you won't be disappointed. I'm looking forward to part 2!!!” ~ Shida
“This book is really an eye opener, a reality of what's happening all around. It's a must read for our young and old.” ~ Amazon Customer

Book Links
Amazon (Kindle Unlimited)

Bursting of the Flower:
Springing of the Bud
(The Cherish Story Book 2)



Description
Forced out on the cold streets of Philly, Cherish has finally hit rock bottom. Her life as she knows it is circling the drain. After years of doing anything it takes to survive she meets a woman named Dorothy who offers to help her change her life for the better.
Given a safe place to live by a woman who helps wayward girls in, Cherish finally has a place she can call home. However, the past is never far behind for Cherish, will she be able to accept the help offered to her? Or. will she wind up back out on the streets?
Even though her life is on track Cherish can’t stop thinking about her dreams of dance. And her dreams of true love. But, the only place she can find work as a dancer is at a gentle mans club.
Which is where she meets the man of her dreams.
An older gentleman who works as a musician and knows everyone in the business. With connections, money, and power he offers Cherish the life she always wanted.
But, the more she gets to know him the more she comes to find that her new life has hefty price. Dragged back down into a life she tried to leave behind, it will take everything Cherish has to get away.

Excerpt
I woke up to the acrid smell of weed wafting into my nostrils; this was the norm at Frank’s. I was a bit startled to find Frank on the floor injecting his self with what seemed to be a syringe.
It had to be the famous Crystal Meth because he threw his head back on the couch which graced the one-room apartment and screamed in sheer excitement.
I drew the sheets closer to myself still looking at him in that mortified manner. I knew the moment he knew that I was awake he would question me regarding the last client.
It had been three years since I had run away from home into the big vast emptiness of the world, into the waiting arms of Frank. Away from the cruelty of my father and all the years of countless abuses, this was supposed to be my refuge.
Instead life has piled up like sharpened knives ever ready to impale and destroy my sanity. But I was entirely wrong, the streets of Philadelphia were no different, it is full of every kind of darkness imaginable; the high of drugs, the pimping of innocent girls as potential whores and the desperate want for money.
Mother, she had never ceased to be in my thoughts, I could still see her lying on that floor in my mind’s eye, with that gold knife impaled into her, the ground soaking up with the growing puddle of blood.
Frank still hadn’t noticed that I was awake yet, he was busy giving himself another shot of meth. It was all he used the money I made sleeping and sucking off different men for. After I escaped that night from father and the gory spectacle of mother’s body lying on the floor, I had taken to roaming the streets and exploring the deeper parts of the city.

Book Links
Amazon (Kindle Unlimited)

Full Blossom:
From Decay to Rebirth
(The Cherish Story Book 3)



Description
A compelling tale about perseverance, grit, friendship, love, passion, and resilience. This book captures the very essence of being human and the challenges we are all too familiar with in the pursuit of our dreams. When Cherish Flowers flees from her home after the murder of her mother at the hands of her father, she was certain that her troubles would finally come to an end; and she would be free to dance as she pleases.
But in the new world, this twelve-year-old runaway soon discovers that her struggles are far from over as she encounters new obstacles in her strive to put the pieces of her life together. As the misfortunes kept trying to outshine her efforts, she is forced to confront the most daring of situations to reclaim control over her life.
Is Cherish going to achieve her dream; is she going to get back the reins of her life or has she been dealt too many blows than she can recover from?

Excerpt
All I could feel was the encroaching darkness, enveloping me and shattering my consciousness. Voices drowned out by sirens neither farther nor near, I could hardly feel my body; it didn’t seem to be there, all that remained constant was the pervading gloom.
Sometimes I could hear Charlie’s voice faintly flitting down towards me, and my blurred-up vision could make out several people crowded around me; most probably EMTs that had been dispatched after Charlie’s 911 call.
“Cherish… can you hear me? Stay with me!” Charlie’s voice which seemed quite disembodied and vague, but I wasn’t really listening; the searing pain had somehow subsided, but it was still very much there like a thorn stabbed in scrawny flesh, then the darkness came again leaving me senseless.
“Ma’am we’ll have to take it from here, just meet us a North-western Memorial” one of the EMTs named Franklin, in attendance, said to Charlie.
“But she’s my friend I’ve got to be with her” Charlie protested.
“Yeah, we know; but we want her comfortable in the ambulance, you can follow us as soon as you can” another EMT; Josh Brandon added, checking Cherish’s pulse.
“Alright, I’ll be right behind you” Charlie asserted racing and flagging down a cab, the ambulance was soon on the move.
“Stabilized her yet?” Franklin asked wiping sweat from his brow, “She sure doesn’t look like she’ll survive the night” he muttered looking at Cherish who had an oxygen mask affixed to her nose and several intravenous infusions attached to her body.

Book Links
Amazon (Kindle Unlimited)

About the Author
Cheryl T. Long
Cheryl T. Long was born and raised in Philadelphia and has always loved writing stories. While in the fifth grade, Cheryl had a teacher who really sparked her interest in writing. He always told her that her story telling was quite unique for her age. From that moment on, Cheryl had one vision in her mind - give the people around her an imaginative outlet. She is a mother of four beautiful children and enjoys cooking, fishing, and talking.
Cheryl is the author of The Cherish Story series, the self-help books Love Yourself and Facing the Fear of Being Alone, and the upcoming mystery Sleepless Nights.

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Giveaway
Enter our exclusive giveaway for a chance to win one of three ebook bundles of the books in The Cherish Story series by Cheryl T. Long (US only).



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Thursday, November 29, 2018

"As the Flowers Bloom" by Cheryl T. Long


EXCERPT
As the Flowers Bloom
by Cheryl T. Long

As the Flowers Bloom by Cheryl T. Long

Author Cheryl T. Long stops by today to share an excerpt from As the Flowers Bloom. Also available: Bursting of the Flower.

Bursting of the Flower by Cheryl T. Long

Description
Living in a two-parent home would seem ideal, but for this little girl.
Cherish Flowers is a six-year-old child prostitute trafficked by her father, and her mother knew about it. Although severely sexually and mentally abused, she finds a way to deal with her life as it is. She takes solace in her ability to dance.
Cherish is in love with the dancing, but can she survive the daily travails of her life?
With no formal training other than her passion for dancing, Cherish has finally gotten her big break, but it might cost her everything. Unable, to put the nightmares of her past and the man that abused her out of her mind, she soon finds herself spiraling under those bright lights.
Will this flower bloom? Or will she wilt?


Excerpt
Prologue
My clammy hands were shivering hard, and for the thousandth time, I wished the spotlights weren’t on me.
How much time had elapsed? What seemed like a second, turned into an hour. It really didn’t matter, at least, not to the audience. Everyone was waiting for me to make the first move. Everyone expected me to be bold, to dance like I’ve done nearly all of the twenty-six years of my life. Look at me standing here in this white dove like outfit all dolled up. If only they knew where I started would they still want to see me dance? As I looked again, I saw myself back down in the gutter with a rope tightened around my neck. They all wanted to see the petals of the flower, but they didn’t know this flower’s story.
I’ve blocked out a lot from my childhood, but I still had those horrible flashbacks from time to time. You know those flashbacks that pull you out of your sleep in a mantic sweat. There are so many terror-filled recollections of abuse and neglect. I remember seeing my mother being kicked and strangled and being mentally abused by my father. Hell, I still carry the scars of my own abuse from him too.
A second thought formed in my head, I knew it was a mistake; I should not be thinking about my past. Not now! It’s time to dance! I screamed silently, but I could feel the memories drawing closer. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on something, anything else.
But that has never been enough to keep out the pain.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“The writer’s expertise is shown in the way she carves out different details and scenarios as relating to human experiences with style, engulfing the reader in a world of raw truths and situations. From the first page to the last, her writing style and story continuity is sure to keep you glued till you get to the end.” ~ Delaware News Reporter
“Amazing book. Must read!” ~ Bryan johnson
“This book is a true page turner. Keeps you reading to the end. It is hard to put down!!!” ~ Jacquie reading

About the Author
Cheryl T. Long
Cheryl T. Long was born and raised in Philadelphia and has always loved writing stories. While in the fifth grade, Cheryl had a teacher who really sparked her interest in writing. He always told her that her story telling was quite unique for her age. From that moment on, Cheryl had one vision in her mind - give the people around her an imaginative outlet. She is a mother of four beautiful children and enjoys cooking, fishing, and talking.


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Thursday, March 27, 2014

"The Cal O'Connor Series: Season One" by C. K. Carlton

The Cal O'Connor Series: Season One
by C. K. Carlton


The Cal O'Connor Series: Season One consists of the previously published Saving Chase, Wandering Dagger, and Guarding Harm. Also available: Returning Harm.


Description
Imagine you’re sitting in your car at a stoplight and a boy in the car next to you looks over and mouths the word “help”. What would you do? Not many people would do what Cal O’Connor did.
Six weeks earlier, Cal had been a Naval intelligence operative in Afghanistan. How quickly things change. Discharged for using deadly force to save an Afghan woman from being raped, Cal is back in the U.S., not coincidentally in the same city as his first love, with what happened in Afghanistan and flashbacks from his childhood consuming his every thought. Cal glances over at the car to his left. Did the boy say what Cal thought he said? There’s no time to think. What happens next will leave you stunned.
Season One includes the first three novellas in The Cal O'Connor Series, but it's only the beginning of Cal’s journey. Will saving others bring him peace, or will hunting child predators cause him to be consumed by his past?

Excerpt
Chapter 1
Cal slid his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, squinting into the rearview mirror just enough to draw his bleary blue eyes into focus. How quickly the night before had evaporated into morning. The often clumsy transition from bar, to car, to apartment, to bedroom was a seamless blur. She was a nice girl, he thought to himself. Maybe he’d go out with her again.
The previous twelve hours had become the norm for Cal O’Connor since arriving in Richmond, Virginia from Afghanistan over six weeks prior. He had been drifting from bed to bed, one laugh-filled night after another, desperately but unsuccessfully trying to connect with the real world again.
Returning from deployment was different this time. After six years in the US Navy’s covert Human Intelligence, or HUMINT department, with an impeccable service record, he was abruptly discharged; he still didn’t know what had gone wrong.
Cal ran his hands through his full head of bourbon-brown hair, repositioning a few castaways no doubt caused by the sexual whirlwind that had occurred not twenty minutes before. He attempted a smile as he remembered the condition the room had been in as he’d slipped his jeans on and tip-toed through the small crack in the bedroom door while she showered.
He settled back in the driver’s seat. His smile quickly changed to a long distant stare through the license plate of the car in front of him as he replayed in his mind the altercation that sent him from Afghanistan to Richmond in the blink of an eye.
Cal snapped out of his trance and took a moment to enjoy the beautiful weather. Spring in Richmond was something from a Monet painting, with the dogwood and cherry trees that lined the streets beginning to show their brilliant, yet delicate colors. The air was cool and dry. It was nine o’clock in the morning on a Tuesday.
He waited for the light to change. His Jeep Wrangler, missing the doors and top, wasn’t the ideal year-round car for a place like Richmond, Virginia. But on this day, it was perfect.
He glanced at the car in the turn lane to his left. A 1967 faded yellow Mercury Cougar with a torn, greenish vinyl top. Cal knew the car from working on cars with his dad when he was young. Surely this one was a week or two from finding a place next to the other Cougars in a junkyard somewhere. The inside of the car was littered with stacks of paper, and in the rear window sat an assortment of faded baseball caps; the kind of interior Cal would come to expect from the bald, overweight dreary-looking man behind the wheel. Cigarette smoke billowed from the three-inch gap in the passenger-side window.
Cal’s eyes moved to the passenger seat where a young boy, probably nine or ten years old, sat staring forward. It’s a little late for this kid to be heading to school, Cal thought.
The traffic light for the turn lane changed from red to a green arrow, and the yellow heap began to inch forward. Just as it did, the boy turned back and made eye contact with him. There was a strange concavity to his expression. With a swift movement, the boy raised his left arm and placed his hand at the top of the window. The car continued forward, beginning to make its turn onto the cross street. The boy’s eyes stayed locked on Cal’s, and just as the car began to turn, the boy mouthed one word: “Help.”
Cal sat for a brief moment, almost in disbelief at what he just witnessed. Was this a cry for help? Did the boy actually say “Help,” or was it “Hello,” Cal questioned. He felt a chill up his spine.
He couldn’t hesitate, and immediately maneuvered his Jeep to the left, hitting the corner of the rear bumper of the car in front of him. He continued into the turn lane, the light changing from yellow to red. His driving tactics course with the CIA served him well, and he popped the clutch to gain the most engine torque possible as he hopped over the median to stay ahead of the fast-approaching traffic. It wasn’t enough. An eager morning driver in a Dodge Durango had lurched off the line, and in a split second, the car slammed into the passenger side of Cal’s Jeep like a runaway locomotive. It was the perfect T-bone, catching the Jeep in just the right spot to lift it up on two wheels and roll it on its side in a forceful explosion of metal and glass. Cal felt the burn of pavement on his left shoulder as his body was thrown to the road with his vehicle. His head slammed into the roll bar that framed the driver’s side door. The unmistakable sound of crunching metal quickly transitioned to silence. He opened his eyes, which filled with blood until his vision was entirely lost. He felt for the seatbelt latch. He knew he had to get out of the car and get to the boy, but he was losing consciousness. What little light he could sense was being overtaken by darkness. His head slumped to the ground. He was out.

Review
The Season format for the Cal O'Connor Series is very clever. Three short, exciting novels that can each be read in the time it takes to watch a DVD. Packaged in a boxed set for Series 1. Love the concept. Each book is well written, exciting, and fast paced with many twists and turns. The hero's back story is slowly revealed across the three "episodes"/books, but there seems to be much more to unravel. I can appreciate Cal O'Connor's urgency to capture and punish the abusers while avoiding an examination of his own past and motivations. The author writes with insightful depth and occasional humor. Definitely recommend!

About the Author
One of the reasons C. K. (Chris) Carlton began writing was to provide those of us with busy lives an alternative to the novel-length thriller. The Cal O'Connor Series reads more like a high-energy television drama: short form (80-130 pages), heavy action, with each book telling a captivating tale, and it all building a larger story about the complex main character, Cal O'Connor. Each book picks up exactly where the last book leaves off, allowing readers to enjoy the series in spurts, stepping away after one book, and then returning to the series as their life allows without missing a beat.
Another reason Chris is writing is to communicate an important message often swept under the rug: the subject of child abuse. It's no coincidence that The Cal O'Connor Series goes hand-in-hand with his memoir, Nice To Meet Me, a brutally honest, poignant, and often humorous journal about his own battle to overcome his past. Nice To Meet Me was referred to by one therapist as one of the best books ever written on the subject of childhood trauma. An outdoor enthusiast and guitar apologist, Chris was a successful U.S. Navy intelligence officer turned business executive before he began writing.
Chris is also a featured blogger for The Huffington Post. He lives in Richmond, Virginia with his wife, Ellen, and their young son, Teddy.

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