Ripple Book Tour
When high-powered attorney Helen Thompson discovers that her fifteen-year old daughter has been sexually assaulted, she takes drastic measures.
Finding herself in trouble, Helen must relinquish control and put her faith in a process she knows to be flawed. As a team of lawyers, therapists and women from a safe house help Helen and Phoebe find hope and healing, a sociopath lurks, waiting for his moment to strike.
A lyrical, dark fairytale that will resonate with fans of women’s literature and psychological thrillers, RIPPLE delves into the nature of evil, without seeking to provide final answers to the issue of what makes a human commit evil acts. And while the author takes readers to scary places, she ultimately shines a light on the human condition and celebrates the triumph of the human spirit in the face of great tribulation.
What else do you need to know about me? I talk a lot. I write a lot. I adore my husband. I adore my children. What else? Well, I run. I’ve been running since I turned 14. I started to run then and I’ve been running ever since. Whenever I stop running, I land in a lot of trouble.
I ran through a childhood that could well be described as hell. I ran through major depressive episodes and often teetered one step from the edge of a breakdown. Through running, I held onto my sanity, my sobriety, my life and my belief in God. Each step I take, no matter how physically painful, draws me a shade closer into my better angels.
And the steps have become painful over the years, which is how I earned the nickname Phoenix. Some mornings I feel like I’ve been run over by a bus and the truth is, I was. I survived a collision with a metro bus, and it’s fair to say that the accident messed me up. And yet I keep rising from the pyre of a burning fire and as I run I realize that as long as I hold the Holy Spirit inside me, my spirit will never die.
Helen Thompson slammed the glass door shut so hard the frame shimmered and vibrated. “The trial’s in a week, Ashtray!” she thundered.
The young associate scurried out of the hotel’s conference room, and Helen flung open the door and roared after him. “I needed that witness list two hours ago, Ashtray! If you can’t get it to me in the next fifteen minutes, you might as well grab a cab to the airport and catch the redeye back to DC!” Helen glowered, imperious, her auburn hair and bellowing tone reminiscent of Queen Elizabeth I. If Queen Elizabeth could make a man move before finishing a sentence, Helen could make him run.
Helen’s dark green eyes cut a slow arc around the conference room, searching for anyone or anything else not meeting her expectations. With one hand still on the gold-plated door handle, she made eye contact with her amused, dark-haired senior associate. Carl Hansen had worked with Helen long enough to know how to weather her frequent explosions. He shrugged, his eyes once again on the document in front of him.
Helen waved her hand. “Seriously, I don’t give a shit what’s going on in his personal life. These pimple-faced graduates don’t pull their weight.” She stomped across the room with one hand on her hip. A senior partner at the law firm Baker, Pitts, Kenzey & Moore, Helen stood astride the legal profession. She did not suffer fools, and within that category remained all new law school graduates until they had proved their mettle with years of hard-nosed toil.
Check out another great book review HERE!