Excerpt from UnEmbraceable by Precarious Yates

Here’s an excerpt from the latest release from Precarious Yates. UnEmbraceable is a paranormal romance for older teens. This is a scene that explains why there are thorns on the brick wall around Tamar’s heart.

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Grace swallowed. I could tell she didn’t want to talk about this too much more. “You’ve had a fever for way too long.” This time when Grace called me one of our usual and unpleasant terms of endearment, it stung. That was strange. Maybe I did have a fever for way too long. It just felt different, painful, and I wanted to cry some more, but in private. Man, I hoped these meds would kick in soon.

I yearned for purity. For the first time. And when I thought about it, purity grazed the edges of my mind, my fingertips.

“Jesus freak alert.”

I had no idea what Grace was talking about or why she suddenly made herself scarce. The whole place was as hazy as Seattle in the sunshine. Maybe it was the fever, but I couldn’t see much.

Then I heard our hostess, Lucy, I think her name was, saying something to Grace about a bed being set up for her soon.

My vision swirled in the artificial light, and vertigo swept me up once more.

Lucy’s cool fingers brushed my forehead. “How’s it going?”

“Good.” What else could I say? My womb felt like it was on fire, but I didn’t exactly want to talk about it. Music drifted in from the other room. It was sweet and beautiful, like the music they had playing in the car. But my heart threw up every guard against it. Why, when I had yearned for purity less than a minute before?

Then it occurred to me, a flash of memory, and then another as Lucy puffed pillows, then checked my pulse. I usually would have watched her face, gained some clues about her, tried to discern where she’d keep her valuables, but this memory gripped me. It had a stranglehold on my clarity.

“I don’t want you to be sad,” my mother had whispered. Her body had looked more and more frail for weeks. A nurse came through once a day, and that night the nurse had left without smiling or saying goodbye. “You have strength in you, Tamar. I want you to rely on something else, though.”

What was that something else? I played the memory over and over, trying to remember the exact words she said after that. The words eluded me, just like the purity I yearned for.

“Tell me how this feels,” Lucy said. She pressed against my belly.

I couldn’t prevent the yelp of agony that erupted from my throat or the tears that streamed into my hair and the pillow.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie.” She held my hand and gently stroked my hair.

It took a minute or two to regain composure. I glanced up at her, and through blurred vision saw the last thing I expected. She was crying. Quietly. Her face exuded compassion as she cried.

She wiped her cheeks and sniffled. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect it to hurt you like that.”

“I’m okay.” I wanted to be.

“Is there anything you need to tell me so I can help you?”

No part of me wanted to tell her where I’d been last Friday. I felt sick just thinking about forming those words.

Then I heard Grace’s voice from across the room and I couldn’t believe what she was saying. “She had another abortion.” Maybe it was because I was sick and feverish, but it sounded scornful. Hateful. Like she’d been nursing some grudge against me about it. Or nursing a grudge against herself.

I braced myself for a lecture from this Jesus-loving nurse. I expected my heart to harden, but it didn’t. Instead, I mumbled the truth through a sob. “Yes, I did. I really didn’t want to this time, but I had to.”

Lucy gazed at me until I calmed. I couldn’t read what she thought, but I felt no judgmentalness. What on earth could she be thinking if it wasn’t how awful I was?

“You get what sleep you can, sweetie. I’ll see about getting you an ultrasound.”

 

Precarious Yates, author

Precarious Yates, author

Precarious Yates lives in Texas with husband, daughter, dogs, chickens, rabbit, lizard and by the time you read this some other exotic creature her husband or daughter has brought home. She had studied the plight of and worked toward the abolition of modern slavery for over a decade before sitting down to write Revelation Special Ops. She was further inspired by the work of her sister-in-law, who helped to found Love146, an organization that works to raise awareness about human trafficking and builds safe homes in vulnerable regions. Yates spent several years overseas as a missionary in Ireland, and also did missions work in India and the Philippines. Her passion for literature has become her means of further educating young adults of the realities of modern slavery, while producing hope through the power of Christ Jesus in us.

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