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About
The Book:
Author: Deborah L.
King
Paperback Pub. Date: August
22, 2019
Publisher: Red Adept
Publishing, LLC
Formats: Paperback,
eBook
Pages: 342
Find it: Goodreads, Amazon, Kindle, B&N, iBooks, Kobo, TBD, Bookshop.org
Glory's mother will stop at nothing to keep her daughter from worldly temptations…
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 whether to rely on others
or to be her own savior.
Praise for GLORY BISHOP
"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
"If you enjoy complex characters, you'll
love this book. From a zealous and abusive mother to a free-spirited best
friend much older than Glory, the cast is as engrossing as Glory herself.
Deborah King maintains complete control of the narrative, manipulating
perception of the characters even as their actions go in other directions. In
some ways, you may even find yourself sympathizing with the violent
boyfriend. Deborah King wields the pen in such a way as to grab you by
the wrist and pull you along like you're best friends. Glory Bishop is Chicago's
answer to Judy Blume!" ---JORDAN EHMANN - Indies today
"Glory Bishop is an enthralling novel, sad, yet hopeful, written
beautifully and masterfully in a way only a true storyteller can accomplish.
The characters are complex, and unravelling their motivations, desires,
strengths, and weaknesses, will keep readers thinking about this novel long
after the last page." ----USA Today bestselling author Kelly Stone
Gamble
Glory Bishop is timely and timeless. This book should be required reading for
every woman who thinks she must be obedient to be loved. Glory is a protagonist
who has a lot going against her, but Ms. King makes her strong, and it is a
delight to see where that strength takes her.--- Barbara Conrey USA
Today Bestselling Author of Nowhere Near Goodbye
"From the powerful first scene of Glory Bishop to its emotional ending, I
was all-in. Deborah L. King is a fresh and compelling voice in women's
fiction."--- Jennifer Klepper, USA Today bestselling author of
Unbroken Threads
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Excerpt:
She was standing at a softly rumbling dryer, folding “mountain
fresh” scented towels, when she heard the door opening behind her.
“Hello, Miss Glory.”
She continued folding, pretending not to hear.
“I said, hello, Miss Glory.”
She would not give that devil’s son the satisfaction of responding.
The door closed, and she hoped he’d gone, but then he was behind
her… his arms around her waist… his lips touching her shoulder. “Remember the
first time you let me kiss you? You said you’d be my wife.”
Glory shrugged off the kiss and tried to ignore him—tried not to
notice his scent or relax in his arms. She tried not to respond to his voice…
tried not to care.
His lips touched the back of her neck. “Remember the second time
you let me kiss you? You said you’d be my girl.”
Glory deliberately brushed his kiss from her neck and moved to the
washing machine, careful to keep her back to him.
“Oh… so it’s like that now, huh? No problem. I’ll just sit down
and watch you work. I’ve got all night. And you know, I always did appreciate
you from behind, too.”
Glory growled under her breath, taking her annoyance out on the
wet towels she pulled from the washer. She heard him sigh loudly as he settled
down on the old couch. She whispered a prayer for patience and strength.
“Know what?” he asked. “I feel like singing.”
Glory continued her work and tried to ignore him as he flubbed his
way through “Ribbon in the Sky” and “Isn’t She Lovely,” but when he started
singing “Brick House,” she threw down the towel she was folding and gripped the
edge of the table.
“Josiah Jackson, you leave me alone. Right now!”
“Oh… so you’re talking to me now, huh? I win big. I get to hear
your pretty voice and look at your fine a—”
“No!” Glory turned to face him, arms folded, seething, channeling
every bit of hurt and anger into a glare that she wished would burn him to
cinders. “No. I’m not talking to you.
I’m asking the devil to leave me alone! I’m asking Satan himself to leave me
alone and never speak to me again.”
“Well,” he said, standing and moving toward her. “Your prayer is
gonna be answered. I’m leaving for the navy tomorrow.”
He smiled. He actually smiled. That no-good lying two-timing devil
smiled his smug smile—that I’m the finest
boy in the world, and I know you agree smile. That I win smile.
Glory hated that smile. And she loved that smile. And all she
could do was squeeze her eyes shut to keep the tears from spilling out.
“How could you do that to me, JT?” she whispered. “How?”
“I’m sorry, Miss Glory.” He tried to take her hand, but she pushed
him away. “I’m leaving in the morning and I need to make things right with you.
Please, just listen to me. You don’t hafta talk to me. You don’t hafta forgive
me. Just listen. Then if you still hate me, I swear I’ll never bother you
again.”
Glory opened her eyes. The smug smile was gone—no mocking, no
joking, only the slightest hint of a plea in his voice and in his eyes—the
force of will that always made her trust him… or used to make her trust him.
Glory sat away from him on the couch, arms still folded, not
looking at him. She listened to his tale of a weekend with his cousins and wine
and reefa and the twenty-two-year-old next door and his not really remembering
it until his aunt called his mother about a baby that looked like him. She
tried to stay angry and to push him away when he knelt in front of her, begging
forgiveness. She tried not to see the tears in his eyes.
About Deborah L. King:
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!”
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Details:
1 winner will win a $25 Amazon GC, International.
a Rafflecopter giveawayTour Schedule:
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12/6/2021 |
Kickoff Post |
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12/6/2021 |
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12/7/2021 |
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12/7/2021 |
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12/8/2021 |
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