Book 2 in the 21 Tattoos series
Visionary/Metaphysical Fiction; Speculative Fiction; Christian Fiction
Date Published: forthcoming September 18
Publisher: Acorn Publishing
What do a comatose old woman, a dying gang member, and a brutal assault on
a teenage boy have in common? Derek Hollinger isn’t sure, but he knows
they’re all connected to the mysterious tattoos that suddenly appeared
across his body.
Determined to untangle the web spun by the vicious thug known as “Spider,” Derek embarks on a journey of redemption that leads from his lavish L.A. penthouse to the seedy world of underground fighting and human trafficking. But as he ventures deeper down the rabbit hole, the self-exiled plastic surgeon realizes that the answer lies within his heart and mind … and soul.
Faith is the key to reclaiming his life, but choosing God may be difficult for Derek, who has spent his entire career valuing material success over spiritual growth.
In this thrilling sequel to 21 Tattoos, Derek must face the hard truth about where his tattoos came from and an even harder truth about what it will take to be free of them once and for all.
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About the Author
Writer, speaker, and certified life coach Monica Broussard is passionate about writing fiction that contains elements of fantasy and keeps the reader intrigued about the lead character’s motives. She also writes an occasional article for her hometown’s magazine, SeaCliff Living. She belongs to Toastmasters International and enjoys attending national writers' conferences.
Born in North Carolina on a Marine Corps base, Monica now lives in “Surf City,” Huntington Beach, California, with her husband of thirty-eight years. She has enjoyed various occupations over the years, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing.
Her debut novel, 21 Tattoos, was published by Acorn Publishing in 2023. The 7th Dimension is Book 2 in the 21 Tattoos Series.
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Excerpt from "The 7th Dimension"
Three weeks had passed, and he was
no closer to finding answers to why he had woken up one morning with his entire
body covered in tattoos; he still had no clue what they meant or how to get rid
of them.
The
sound of the elevator motor humming in the vestibule seemed distant now. The
world was blurring away. The longer he stared, the further he felt removed from
reality.
With shoulders slumped, he forced
himself to insert his key into the lock. He wasn’t sure what he should be
searching for, but he knew he had to hold onto the glimmer of hope that
flickered in the depths of his mind. Eventually, he would find what he was
looking for.
Derek eased the door open and
stepped into the spacious penthouse, dropping his bag at his feet. He took a
deep breath, then paused to exhale and inspect the familiar surroundings. Now
back in his own space, he allowed himself a moment to soak in the strong
sensation of familiarity. The abandoned room served as a reminder of his
not-so-distant past — a metaphor for his anguished feelings.
Despite
the lavishness of the penthouse, there was a strange sense of stillness in the
air, as if the room itself was holding its breath in anticipation of what was
to come. The chairs, upholstered in a rich full-grain grey leather, sat empty.
Their high backs arched towards one another like two lovers with arms extended
in an eternal embrace. They seemed to be waiting for two people to fill them,
to complete the picture of symmetry and balance in the room.
Derek
scanned the opulent furnishings and decor, a testament to the wealth and power
of the apartment’s owner. The walls were a deep historical shade of burgundy,
representing ambition, wealth, and power, and in the center of the room, the
floor was covered in a plush Persian carpet that practically begged to be
walked on barefoot.
Yet the
room sat untouched — a showroom display. Shelves of unread books lined the far
side of the room and looked as if they had been abandoned long ago.
He
let out an audible deep sigh. As the front door closed, a sudden rush of nausea
made his heart slam against his chest. He could feel the palpitations vibrate through his throat
and neck. The past month had been traumatic and ecstatic at the same
time, but this visceral reaction to his return home and the separation from
Kendal caught him off guard. He wasn’t sure exactly what they were to each
other, but he’d come to depend on her — his port in the storm.
This looks like a fantastic read. Thanks for sharing.
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