SPOTLIGHT TITLE: Unembraceable, by Precarious Yates

SPOTLIGHT TITLE: Unembraceable, by Precarious Yates

About the Book

From the author of Revelation Special Ops comes a terrifying, hauntingly real and daringly hopeful tale of betrayal and love… 

Leonard, a computer programmer, has a unique gift: by words alone he can calm violent situations. Which is helpful with all these kids running around the streets behaving like zombies. He has his own set of sorrows to face, but he’s prepared for anything. Anything except Tamar, and the thunderous inkling that she will be his wife. This doesn’t make any sense to Leonard. She stole his wallet. And his heart.

Painful circumstances ripped family and stability from Tamar’s grasp, but with gutsy tenacity she faces life head on. Meeting the gorgeous and single Leonard changes everything. But surely a guy like him would never fall for a girl of the streets like her.


From the Book

“Those eyes—like a tempestuous sea in paradise where the riptide, unexpected and thunderous, pulled you under—those blue eyes tugged me into her world. I saw behind them a reluctance to live her life like this. I wanted so badly to protect her from all of it.

I should have known better.”

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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.

I Never Thought I’d Write This

I Never Thought I’d Write This

Precarious Yates, author

Precarious Yates, author

Relief. Release. Fear. Trembling. That’s what I feel today as I release How Shall We Love?, a coming of age/contemporary romance novel.

I remember the conversation distinctly. I told a dear friend of mine that I’d never write about homosexuality. I just wasn’t going there. Why not? Frankly, it was way too divisive of a subject.

From the moment those words tumbled out of my mouth, I knew I’d eventually write about it.

Except, when I did, it was not like anything I ever considered.

The reason I didn’t want to touch this divisive subject is because both those in the homosexual community and those who believe that homosexuality is wrong have blocked their ears and refused to listen. The conversation on the national scale looks like this:

Two people facing one another, fingers in their ears, shouting at one another.

So I decided, in my novel, to take it down to the personal, to the ins and outs of family experience where there’s pain, where there’s disappointment, where there’s admiration, safety and joy, where people wrestle with unforgiveness and loathing. Family is another place where you’ll often find two people facing one another, screaming to be understood, not often listening.

I decided to show this story from the springboard of family, from the perspective of a girl who’s eager to explore and figure out her world.

This story is from the perspective of a child who learns her father, her hero, has left her mother so he can be in a relationship with a man.

It’s always easy to talk about something if it’s out there, if it’s not up close and personal. When it’s family, it’s hard to ignore.

This one subject has torn apart families from coast to coast.

Maybe, like the main character Cornelia, it’s time to stop the shouting and ask, “How Shall We Love?”

It may hurt. I’ve been very hurt while seeking the answer to this question over this very subject.

But I’m thankful for the Holy Spirit. His fruit is love. He shows me how. He’s the One who convicts people of sin—I’m not.

And I’m thankful I had a chance to write these characters who always prodded me to seek the answer.

Within the pages of this book you’ll find parts that make you laugh, some that make you cry, scenes that will make you angry, and some that are full of endearing romance. It may not leave you on any middle ground, but I hope this story helps you like it’s helped me.


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