Title: Glory Unbound Author: Julia Kent Genre: Women’s Fiction
IN THIS SECOND BOOK of the series, Glory Bishop has finally broken free of her mother’s oppressive grasp and is offered a new life by a seemingly altruistic Chicago socialite, but there may be more than good intentions at play. Against the advice of trusted friends and family, Glory chooses the protection of Malcom Porter, her adoring, much older, bad-boy-turned-minister fiancé.
Thrust into a gilded world of wealth, society and privilege, Glory struggles to overcome the guilt of loving her new life. The whirlwind of 1980s designer clothing, penthouse views, and first-class travel is a far cry from her former existence.
With this new reality, comes unexpected complications and temptations. As she struggles to remain true to herself and her fiancé, Glory wonders if she will ever truly feel at home in this new world. Follow Glory Bishop in her continuing search for freedom and independence, as she once again strives to be her own savior.
Deborah King has been a writer and storyteller her whole life. She published her first short story when she was seven years old. When she’s not writing, Deborah enjoys cartoons, cooking, photography, and Star Trek. Born and raised in Chicago, Deborah has managed to achieve all of her childhood dreams and still lives in the area with her husband and two youngest children. According to her daughter, she has “literally aced her life!”
Title: Feisty Author: Emm Darcy Genre: Contemporary New Adult Fiction
I was supposed to stay invisible.
My school might be a den of vipers, but if I endure senior year, I have a shot at my dream: a place at Tisch.
I’m used to keeping my eyes down and my mouth shut to survive the cruel, depraved, privileged assholes who delight in breaking the weak. Then I see something I can’t ignore. Four boys, as beautiful as they are twisted, threatening my friend. They might run the school, but that doesn’t give them the right to corner a poor, terrified girl.
Only, I didn’t have all the facts when I intervened. I stood up to the four idols of this school, and Jason, the worst of them, won’t let the world forget it. Now I’m no longer a ghost: I’m the target, humiliated at every turn.
If I want them off my back, I don’t have any choice but to make a deal with the devil who started this nightmare in the first place.
Jason’s more than happy to oblige…as long as I’m willing to play his twisted games.
Title: Glory Bishop Author: Deborah L. King Genre: Women’s Fiction
“Deborah King has written a compelling, thought-provoking novel that engages readers and made me wish the story would never end.” -Chicago Writer’s Association Windy City Reviews
Glory Bishop lives her life in pieces. At work and with her friends, she reads novels, speaks her mind, and enjoys slow dances and stolen kisses with her boyfriend, JT. But at home, Glory follows strict rules and second-guesses every step. Though she dreams of going to college and living like a normal teenage girl, her abusive mother has other ideas.
When JT leaves to join the navy, Glory is left alone and heartsick. The preacher’s son, Malcolm Porter, begins to shower her with lavish gifts, and her mother pushes Glory to accept his advances. Glory is torn between waiting for true love with JT or giving in to the overzealous Malcolm.
When a stranger attacks Glory on the street, Malcolm steps in to rescue her, and her interest in him deepens. But the closer she gets to him, the more controlling he becomes. Glory must eventually decide wh
Dusk was Glory’s second-favorite time of day, and in late October, it came early. At five o’clock, she watched and waited for the first visible stars, those bright enough to shine through all the lights of Seventy-Fifth Street. Thanks to the time change, it would be dark soon. As the bus passed the brightly lit convenience store, Glory pulled the buzzer then got off two stops early. Her only Halloween indulgence would be an Affy Tapple taffy apple, a treat her daddy had taught her to love.
In a couple of days, the unseasonably warm weather would have the streets full of costumed kids celebrating the devil’s holiday, begging for candy. Glory had only trick-or-treated once when she was five and her father had been home for Halloween. She’d been terrified of demons, but he’d assured her that no devil could get through him, and she’d ended the night with an overflowing bag of candy. The day her dad went back on the road, her mother threw out all the candy Glory had left and whipped the demons of gluttony out of her for crying.
The few offices near her building were closing, and evening traffic was picking up. She would have just enough time to drop off her backpack and maybe change her blouse before Malcolm picked her up at six. He was, no doubt, parked nearby, waiting for her. The thought made her smile and pick up her pace. With her sweater tied around her waist and her backpack over one shoulder, Glory enjoyed her treat and watched the stars come out on her walk home.
The entry to her building was almost in sight when she tripped. She tried to regain her balance when she hit the wall and felt her backpack slip from her shoulder. No! With her face and shoulder scraping the wall and a calloused hand covering her mouth, Glory felt herself being pulled into darkness.
Please, no! Struggling to escape, she realized she was in the gangway half a block from her building, a place she’d played hide-and-seek as a child. Oh, God! No! Clawing at the hand pulling her over debris and deeper into the shadows, she sank her fingernails into gritty skin. The monster growled and loosened his grip. Glory managed to scream before the hand closed around her throat, slamming her head against the brick wall, cutting off her air, silencing her scream. She thought she heard someone call her name, but all sound was drowned out by the sudden screeching of tires and the crunch of cars colliding on the street.
Deborah King has been a writer and storyteller her whole life. She published her first short story when she was seven years old. When she’s not writing, Deborah enjoys cartoons, cooking, photography, and Star Trek. Born and raised in Chicago, Deborah has managed to achieve all of her childhood dreams and still lives in the area with her husband and two youngest children. According to her daughter, she has “literally aced her life!”
