Lockdown is a perfect storm for victims of abuse
This second novel is the continuation of the saga started in the first book, “Love at First Byte” which details the embattled life of a young girl who has been subjected to unhealthy relationships with men. One of these led to the conception of her twins. Cici was also conceived following an affair between her mum and a casual acquaintance. Also, a woman of mixed heritage, Chinese and African, she is yet to meet her biological father. She is mum to two excitable and pre-teen-twins after having survived a break with her previous life as a “lady of the night.” Lately, she has been negotiating life and exploring relationships with men while being a super-wealthy woman. You will be drawn into the humorous account of her children’s plans to find their mother a husband, the impending love triangle scenario and the behaviours of Cici’s love interests! Share her struggles with motherhood, growth in her Christian faith and romance as she juggles a relationship with two men. A must-read if you are an avid reader of romantic titles! She now has one crucial decision to make, in the morning…
The words of the song would not go away, Jesus loves me this I know for the bible tells me so. I began to repeat them over and over with the sweet sense of peace that washed over me.
But as for me? Did Jesus love me? After everything? I remember what my dad said the day he left home. “She’s not mine”. What did he mean? That he was not my dad? Who was my dad then? And why did my stepdad show his love by touching me in my private areas? This was so confusing. What is love anyway? Why did it cause so much pain? I went back to my replacement dad and the events that caused me to leave home at a younger age. I was so out of control my mum could not cope.
It was easier to get the twins to agree. Something about NanaG made them want to be at their best behaviour tonight. They had eaten their dinner and left their plates to one side. All we had to do was get them out of play clothes and into some clothes NanaG had bought after taking turns in the bathroom. She had some spare adult-sized toothbrushes and paste. Then the blue walled bathroom featured a showerhead and bucket, the latter of which became handy for the quick wash. The kids were eager to show their independence so I stayed and watched them in turn whilst NanaG made herself scarce. In about 10 to 15 minutes she had reappeared to say the spare room was ready. After brushing their teeth and dressing in their new-found wear, we moved to the room. How did she know this day would come? She said something about wanting to treat them for their birthday which was in a month.