DRUGGED. RAPED. RESURRECTION.

About the Book

This is a poignant tale of a woman who, despite enduring the most harrowing experiences, manages to rise above them all. This is the story of a woman who is first introduced to us as a wife, trapped in a toxic marriage with an alcoholic husband. Her life takes a tragic turn when her husband is abruptly taken from her in a violent incident, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her shattered life. After several years of healing and rediscovery, she finds love again, only to be ensnared in another abusive relationship. Her second husband, a man plagued with personality disorders, subjects her to torment and abuse. However, fate has another cruel twist in store. Following the death of her second husband, she falls prey to a stalker who drugs and violates her. Yet, this is not a story of despair, but one of resilience, faith and rebirth. Despite the darkness that surrounds her, she finds solace and strength in her unwavering faith in God. It is faith that empowers her to stand firm, to face the adversities that life throws at her, and to ultimately resurrect herself from the ashes of her past.

About the Author

A Life Less Ordinary

For the first Twenty years of my Life, in Liverpool. I was only too happy, to live with my For Ever Young, Philanthropic, Ultra Creative, Trail Blazing.

Beloved Nan. Who gave so Generously to One and ALL, throughout, her Short, 66 year life. I love you now, as I did THEN.

My Nan, lived Three lives, in those, 66, Short Life Span years..Hard Times!

So ahead of her Time. Who taught me to be, the Fighter, Survivor, I had to later become, in My Extraordinary Difficult Life’s Journey. Called, DESTINY..

Women Had To Be Seen and Not Heard. Even Today on this Misogynist Island is still so Prevalent .But especially, in the North. Reality not an illusion of life. No Rose coloured glasses.

So,I was well rehearsed made Aware of my life’s journey. From my all important earlier impecunious years. Laughter was Paramount with each passing year. Second skin essential to my Rare Life’s Blood.

I already, had ahead start, with My Mother Lillian’s insistence, on teaching me to read at 2 years of age. So, its the way, it is and has been for me. I am always ahead of the Game called Life. Ever since. Hitting the Ground Running. Never Give up.

At around eight years ,my artistic ability, started to shine through, in mega proportions. Surprise to all. My love of Calligraphy, Art and Writing. Colour co-ordination. I loved it! Although, my strong sense of Intuition was apparent from a very early age, in my young life. A Shy little Reserved girl, with a Deep Love, for my Mother and Nan, my kid Brother kenny. I became, the Mother to my Mum from quite a young age.

I worried about my Mother everyday.

Psychic.
Hitherto, I have written 4 Books, so far. Promoted them on TV and Radio. YouTube.Com

Which, is such A Claim, to Fame. MARVELLOUS! A Great Privilege and Honour.

Had it not been for my long friendship with, The Film Star, Matinee Idol, Author. Terence Henry Stamp. Who inspired me to write, albeit, 35 years ago. After writing a piece, A sensitive, loving, Hand written piece, for Terence’s Henry’s Fiftieth Birthday .A Profile on Stamp. Which took 3 months ,hand picking every word.

A way of giving him something back for all the indirect, real connection and intense inspiration ,that he gave me.

When ,I knew No one in The Greatest City in the World called London, in 1981. He Saved Me! Terry Stamp, informed me ,”THAT I CAN CERTAINLY WRITE” Unquote.

After, just a few months, of living in Belgravia, in The West End of London.Feb,1982.A freezing cold winters night. My Alcoholic husband turned violent. Threw me out without a coat or shoes. Better that, than to be beaten up. This would have been the 6th violent attack in that 18 year, of so called, Cathedral Marriage.

For Every Woman who has ever been Sexual Attacked, RAPED.

To have Lived Through this Horrific Ordeal. I SAY TO YOU FROM MY HEART THAT THERE IS SO MUCH HONOUR IN SURVIVAL..

RESURRECTION.