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Sharing review on Amazon.com https://amzn.to/2OxFAvm I love this book, it touched my heart. Robert Gailey

Sharing reviews on Amazon UK https://amzn.to/2PkUHOg A clever and well versed anthology. Each poem is threaded into a life story. Everyone can relate to her experiences from childhood to motherhood and the prospect of death. The 'wall' the poet had built around herself seems to have finally collapsed as she bursts forth with pent up emotion yet no sharp words of bitterness, only the regret of not doing more to shape the world around her. This anthology leaves you with wanting more - great reading in any weather...

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Rescued by the Scot

The title gives it away. How to live and deal with, survive, tolerate or leave a narcissist in the most hilarious ways that won't hurt them, cost or be illegal. Well.....

After a man kidnapped, beat and raped me when I was nine years old I had serious doubts of being the Queen. Then the same man kidnapped, beat, raped, and murdered my two little nine year old card playing Hillbilly girl friends in front of me. So, I knew I would never be the Queen. Then I had a long life of homelessness, violence, abuse, rapes, beatings, guns, and knives while homeless and hitching on the highways which confirmed even further that I'll never be the Queen. Many marriages and relationships with men were long, violent, abusive, rapes, beatings, guns, knives, and narcissistic abuse taking me further from being the Queen. There were lots of incest and inbreeding within both sides of mom and dad's family, but they are no Kings or Queens. ALL of my family alienated me and acted as though they were Kings, Queens and Holier than me, so I wasn't surprised to learn that I wasn't the Queen either.

Last Call: Many who drink does not know the extreme damage that drugs and alcohol causes. I have watched friends and acquaintances literally exploded from extended use of alcohol and drugs, including me. My experience took me into a nine month coma when my stomach exploded and two of my children were stolen while in the coma. I dreamed of walking on Waterford crystal and being like an Eagle swooping down grabbing all the dealers drugs while on drugs and alcohol. But ended walking on concrete and steel. I was an alcoholic drug addict for most of my life, but I quit in an instant on a New Year's Eve night, one minute till midnight.

Women in prisons: The truth about women and sexual relations during incarceration. Women's violent stories behind bars never told that no one knows because I was with them. What they show on T.V. is nothing like the reality of women in prisons and jails. Most of what you hear or see on media about sex and violence among women behind bars is true, but somewhat exaggerated. I will educate you about jail house religion and when it's appropriate to say, "It's real." Inmates are notorious for ingenuity and innovation. There is a ton of people in high positions who owned businesses, but the demise drugs took them down.It makes you wander why the recidivism is so high when a large portion of the prisons and jails population is so extremely talented.

Exotic Strip Dancing: Exotic strip dancing is not glamorous, it's one of the most dangerous, horrifying at times, underpaid, and unappreciated professions. Many exotic strip dancers paid a life savings for dancing lessons, karate, pole dancing, acrobatics, and outfits just to break even on most nights. Know how many people they pay before even leaving for the night? In the wake of being annihilated by husbands I was forced to go into exotic strip dancing to support my children, but it was such good money it was hard to quit. I started this adventure with my best friend in Kentucky, but continued this profession by myself. I'm taking up for the women and this profession. This is a true story of what it's like to be an exotic strip dancer and what these women go through and why they continue this dangerous job. I'm taking you onto the back of the stage, behind the dancing routines, into our dressing rooms. Your going onto the stage with me, on top of tiny tables in front of many men getting a bird's eye view, dancing the on the runways, working the pole or on top of men's laps.

Cock fighting: I was forced to be a female cock fighter by my violent, abusive husband for fourteen years, but the attention and money was good. I was winning trophies and taking country boy's money in the biggest arenas in three states. Everyone in every arena or barn scratch fights were betting on me because they knew I was being backed and trained by three of the best cock fighters in three states. After many years of my husband's abuse and cheating on me the fights at the arenas and home were escalated by a secret with one of my trainers done in retaliation who was my husband's best friend. I was teaching children's Sunday school at a very wealthy church for five years. There was going to be the biggest cock fight ever being held in the most famous arena in three states and Lucifer took his place in my life.

Memoirs From My Outhouse is true violence, murders, crimes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, drug addiction, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, narcissistic abuse, countless beatings and rapes, and nasty words. I can't tell you what I just watched on TV, but I detailed hundreds of beatings and rapes. I have half a lifetime of experience in these subjects, the other half sober. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot, but I'm not washing my over all's to impress city folk. We don't eat road kill lesson it's soft. I'm not blue and have no defects except I'm humble with too much trusting Hillbilly empathy. I'm not a sympathy whore monger I have a legit message if you get it. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witness the same man beat, rape and shoot my two nine year old card playing Hillbilly girl friends. I witness the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man. Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with her boyfriend, Jesse James. My first husband was a wounded vet. His arm was shot off in Vietnam. He beat me with his hook a lot, but that was mild compared to the other shocking things his friends and him did to me. My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying an arson, beating on me, shooting towards me, and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for my babies. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon. My stomach exploded which took over a year and a half to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and many surgeries and procedures which took over a year and a half to walk. I had the worse case of M.R.S.A. in history which took over a year and a half to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and Northern winters. This is only a few things Lucifer did to me. Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, threatening, interfering or alienating me. I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family and life. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop wars, rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist. I can't compete with Syria, Mexico or third world countries tragedies, but my story is horrifying, shocking and the saddest story in today's world. "From Under My Blanket" series will always be free on my site. All my books come with three files; audio, rtf and doc. I'll create any file you want.

Memoirs From My Outhouse is true violence, murders, crimes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, drug addiction, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, narcissistic abuse, countless beatings and rapes, and nasty words. I can't tell you what I just watched on TV, but I detailed hundreds of beatings and rapes. I have half a lifetime of experience in these subjects, the other half sober. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot, but I'm not washing my over all's to impress city folk. We don't eat road kill lesson it's soft. I'm not blue and have no defects except I'm humble with too much trusting Hillbilly empathy. I'm not a sympathy whore monger I have a legit message if you get it. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witness the same man beat, rape and shoot my two nine year old card playing Hillbilly girl friends. I witness the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man. Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with her boyfriend, Jesse James. My first husband was a wounded vet. His arm was shot off in Vietnam. He beat me with his hook a lot, but that was mild compared to the other shocking things his friends and him did to me. My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying an arson, beating on me, shooting towards me, and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for my babies. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon. My stomach exploded which took over a year and a half to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and many surgeries and procedures which took over a year and a half to walk. I had the worse case of M.R.S.A. in history which took over a year and a half to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and Northern winters. This is only a few things Lucifer did to me. Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, threatening, interfering or alienating me. I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family and life. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop wars, rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist. I can't compete with Syria, Mexico or third world countries tragedies, but my story is horrifying, shocking and the saddest story in today's world. "From Under My Blanket" series will always be free on my site. All my books come with three files; audio, rtf and doc. I'll create any file you want.

Memoirs From My Outhouse is true violence, murders, crimes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, drug addiction, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, narcissistic abuse, countless beatings and rapes, and nasty words. I can't tell you what I just watched on TV, but I detailed hundreds of beatings and rapes. I have half a lifetime of experience in these subjects, the other half sober. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot, but I'm not washing my over all's to impress city folk. We don't eat road kill lesson it's soft. I'm not blue and have no defects except I'm humble with too much trusting Hillbilly empathy. I'm not a sympathy whore monger I have a legit message if you get it. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witness the same man beat, rape and shoot my two nine year old card playing Hillbilly girl friends. I witness the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man. Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with her boyfriend, Jesse James. My first husband was a wounded vet. His arm was shot off in Vietnam. He beat me with his hook a lot, but that was mild compared to the other shocking things his friends and him did to me. My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying an arson, beating on me, shooting towards me, and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for my babies. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon. My stomach exploded which took over a year and a half to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and many surgeries and procedures which took over a year and a half to walk. I had the worse case of M.R.S.A. in history which took over a year and a half to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and Northern winters. This is only a few things Lucifer did to me. Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, threatening, interfering or alienating me. I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family and life. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop wars, rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist. I can't compete with Syria, Mexico or third world countries tragedies, but my story is horrifying, shocking and the saddest story in today's world. "From Under My Blanket" series will always be free on my site. All my books come with three files; audio, rtf and doc. I'll create any file you want.