With the holidays right around the corner, this is the time of year for not only looking for good books to read on those long, cold winter evenings, but it's also time to start looking for gifts for my reader friends who love new authors and unique stories. Today's guest in My Writing Corner, Mona Sedrak, has a new book out that immediately caught my interest.
Mona lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, where she works as a university administrator and professor. Although she has co-published two academic books, she has joined the world of fiction writing and is now published in mainstream fiction and women's fiction. She says she is an avid reader and that she is probably Audible's best customer.
Like so many writers, she says writing and reading fiction provide her escape from reality, and we can certainly understand why that might be possible.
Mona lives with her husband of 31 years, and she says they shared their space with a geriatric maltipoo, and an Amazon Parrot named Pretzel. Mona tells us she is an avid TV watcher and binge watches too many shows to count. She also says she loves fine brandy.
Like so many writers, she says writing and reading fiction provide her escape from reality, and we can certainly understand why that might be possible.
Mona lives with her husband of 31 years, and she says they shared their space with a geriatric maltipoo, and an Amazon Parrot named Pretzel. Mona tells us she is an avid TV watcher and binge watches too many shows to count. She also says she loves fine brandy.
Her new books is Six Months:
For twenty years, Mikala Jacobson had it all: loyal friends, a precious little girl, and a man who adores her. Then double tragedy
strikes and her perfect world shatters.
Good friends, Rena and Jake are instantly by her side, protecting her from her husband David’s sordid secret life and his final drunken confession.
With their help, Mikala finds strength to rebuild and redefine her life. As her spirit and heart heal, she not only finds closure, but the beauty of a new love built upon an old friendship.
With their help, Mikala finds strength to rebuild and redefine her life. As her spirit and heart heal, she not only finds closure, but the beauty of a new love built upon an old friendship.
Let's get an excerpt:
Wandering from room to room, she memorized every detail of the life she and
David built––the family photos lining the mantel, the hand-carved jewelry box
David bought her on their honeymoon in Salzburg, and Molly’s tea set arranged
on the coffee table for evening tea. A cold, hollow ache took residence in her
belly where the knot of dread made its appearance that morning. The sensation
expanded with alarming speed, dug in deep, and planted roots. Like an unwanted
guest appearing without warning and bringing too many bags for just a brief
visit, sorrow moved in, shifted, and stretched then got comfortable for the
long haul.
When the house line rang, Mikala froze, and her gaze darted to the
cordless on the couch. Her breath stuttered. Her heart seized. Clarity forced
its way past the tentacles of sheer terror strangling, dominating, and
paralyzing her. She shook her head and took a step forward, only to be hit by a
wave of dizziness and nausea so tremendous, she doubled over wrapping her arms
around her womb. Mikala’s entire being, inside and out, shook as her heart
tumbled about in her chest without a set time, tempo, or rhythm. Her breaths
grew shallow and choppy, and her legs turned to rubber. The cord tethering Molly
to her and this world had been severed.
The telephone rang four times before Mikala forced her body to
cooperate. God, she hadn’t wanted to answer. She hadn’t wanted to know. She’d
even considered not answering, protecting herself and her beautiful family from
the annihilation of their world.
People said she was strong––the strongest woman they knew. They said
in time she would heal. She would build another life. And God didn’t give you
more than you could handle. People were idiots. They had no idea how in her
head she raged. She howled, and shrieked, and wailed...and begged, and pleaded
for mercy. All day. All night. Every day. Every night.
If you would like to read more here's the information for Mona:
Website: https://www.monasedrak.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorMSedrak
Newsletter: https://www.subscribepage.com/h1a1s0
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authormonasedrak/
Facebook Readers Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/MonasReaderGroup/
Thank you Mona, for being my guest today and letting us escape into your world. Any questions or comments for Mona?
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