Welcome My Lovely Readers....
 | Today we have in the LIVING ROOM, the awesome Lady Parker J. Cole! So here's the deal... Parker is one of those types of sisters that you want to help in any adventure, because she does not mind reaching out and helping others. The Bible says, "Give, and it shall be given unto you." And today, this is exactly what our hearts desire is towards Parker....to give back to her for all that she gives to others. I was fortunate to meet Parker during her radio show and if I tell you we talked it up like old friends back in the day, you better believe me! |
Okay Parker, tell the people a little about yourself....
I am an author, speaker, and radio show host with a fanatical obsession with the Lord, Star Trek, K-dramas, anime, romance books, old movies, speculative fiction, and knitting. An off and on addict to Mountain Dew and marshmallows who writes to fill the void the sugar left behind.
We in the Living Room understand that addiction oh so well! So what's going on in Parker's world?
I'm actually touring with Write Now Literary and enjoying sharing my New Book Time to Say Goodbye.
I am an author, speaker, and radio show host with a fanatical obsession with the Lord, Star Trek, K-dramas, anime, romance books, old movies, speculative fiction, and knitting. An off and on addict to Mountain Dew and marshmallows who writes to fill the void the sugar left behind.
We in the Living Room understand that addiction oh so well! So what's going on in Parker's world?
I'm actually touring with Write Now Literary and enjoying sharing my New Book Time to Say Goodbye.
Organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours. The tour runs March 5-30, 2018 and you can follow the tour here and book your very own tour here WNL.
So today, In The Living Room, I'm sharing a piece of 'Time to Say Goodbye' with you....
 ISBN-10: 1973224151 ISBN-13: 978-1973224150 Genre: Sweet Inspirational Romance | CHAPTER ONE The strike of the gavel against the wood block began the nightmare. Every time Gargi entered the prison, the memory of that falling mallet resurfaced with the flare-up of a chronic disease. Three years had passed since then. Four more to go. Thursday afternoon sunlight warmed her as she walked the short path to the prison entrance. Once indoors, the coolness enveloped her and sent goosebumps along her arms. The officer greeted her as she placed her belongings in the green basket. She passed through the beige-and-brown metal detector and then stood still while a female officer used a flat black wand to swipe over her person. Gargi subjected herself to the search and gazed over the dingy white cement walls with the iron gray stripe in the center. Paint chips littered the crevices on the floor. A mix of antiseptic cleanser and dankness filled the air. Her nose wrinkled at the combination. She’d experienced it all before and yet, each time she came she underwent the same procedure all over again. It won’t always be like this. One day, this will all be over. The Michigan Court of Appeals received their appeal months ago. Each passing month forced her brother to stay in this forsaken place longer. She only hoped the appeal would work its magic and allow their attorney to argue their case against the state. Eventually, they’ll prove her brother’s innocence. She knew it. |
CHAPTER TWO
Body search completed, Gargi followed the officer down the linoleum hallway to the doors separating the free from the convicted. The ID badge given to her by the guard protected her from suspicion of being anything other than a law-abiding citizen. It lay against her chest like a slab of stone.
She had to keep fighting for her brother’s freedom with every breath in her body.
The officer led her to the visitors’ room and over to the wall of segregated partitions; thick panes of glass and a burgundy phone on either side for conversation. Circular, metal stools protruded from under the base of the narrow counter space. The room buzzed with noise as loved ones visited each other, but the depressed air hung above them like a rain cloud.
On the other side of the hazy glass, she saw the guard enter with Dev. The khaki uniform swallowed his lean, muscle-trimmed physique. A memory surfaced of her brother clad in an asphalt gray Nehru suit accentuated by a blood-red handkerchief in the left breast pocket.
How debonair he’d looked back then! The color had heightened the dark almond of his skin and played up his luxuriant curly black hair. With a wide grin, he’d shown her the magazine article labeling Devansh Kapoor as one of the top ten sexiest businessmen in Michigan. The article had paid special attention to his eyes. They had made the ladies of high society in Detroit and surrounding suburbs swoon.
They had spent a much-needed evening on the town, away from everything. Cameras and reporters tailed them. Pride over being on her brother’s arm and caught up in his high-profile life left her flushed and excited.
How happy they’d been then.
Body search completed, Gargi followed the officer down the linoleum hallway to the doors separating the free from the convicted. The ID badge given to her by the guard protected her from suspicion of being anything other than a law-abiding citizen. It lay against her chest like a slab of stone.
She had to keep fighting for her brother’s freedom with every breath in her body.
The officer led her to the visitors’ room and over to the wall of segregated partitions; thick panes of glass and a burgundy phone on either side for conversation. Circular, metal stools protruded from under the base of the narrow counter space. The room buzzed with noise as loved ones visited each other, but the depressed air hung above them like a rain cloud.
On the other side of the hazy glass, she saw the guard enter with Dev. The khaki uniform swallowed his lean, muscle-trimmed physique. A memory surfaced of her brother clad in an asphalt gray Nehru suit accentuated by a blood-red handkerchief in the left breast pocket.
How debonair he’d looked back then! The color had heightened the dark almond of his skin and played up his luxuriant curly black hair. With a wide grin, he’d shown her the magazine article labeling Devansh Kapoor as one of the top ten sexiest businessmen in Michigan. The article had paid special attention to his eyes. They had made the ladies of high society in Detroit and surrounding suburbs swoon.
They had spent a much-needed evening on the town, away from everything. Cameras and reporters tailed them. Pride over being on her brother’s arm and caught up in his high-profile life left her flushed and excited.
How happy they’d been then.
Well Parker, thanks for stopping by and sharing with us and we definitely will support you her In the Living Room! Connect with Parker socially at.....
 | Connect Socially Website: http://www.parkerjcole.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/ParkerJCole Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/parkerj.cole.7 Purchase Links: Amazon ebook: http://amzn.to/2BJrB2O Amazon paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1973224151 Tour hosted by WNL Book Tours www.wnlbooktours.com |
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