Title: The Wake of Madness
Genre: NA Psychological Suspene
Word Count: 117,000
Throughout her childhood Olivia Winslow is demoralized, neglected, and abused by her mother and father, who - for reasons she cannot understand - believe she is the demon offspring of Satan. Molded by bitterness and resentment toward her parents, Olivia grows from a meek and fearful adolescent into a hardened teenager, consumed by her desperate need for revenge.
Her cousin Peter and boyfriend Travis are her only allies in her struggle to survive the cruelty and madness of home. In her sixteenth year, confusion over the boy of her dreams and a forbidden love leaves Olivia wondering if her parents weren’t right about her demon nature all along - until she discovers a family secret that just might prove it: The truth behind her conception. Once Olivia knows who she is, how many lives will she unwittingly destroy to ensure no one else ever finds out?
“You were born at the stroke of midnight. You came out feet first with your demon-red hair on a snowy night while the moon was eclipsed. My mom always says my dimple was where an angel kissed my cheek when I was born, but you were born evil so angels wouldn’t touch you. Your dimple came from me, from when I kissed you when they brought you home from the hospital. So there. There’s your favorite story for the gazillionth time. Can we please go swimming now?”
“No, not yet!” I grabbed Cousin Peter’s arm to keep him sitting beside me by the fire when he tried to stand. “Tell me the one about Janie Mae Strothburn again, too.”
“You’ve heard that one a gazillion times, too.”
“I’ve heard it ten gazillion times, thank you, and I want to hear it again.”
Before he could protest, I speared another marshmallow to the end of my stick and then did the same for him.
“Olivia, no! I wanna go swimming.”
“We have all summer to swim and goof off. It’ll be daylight in a few hours and then telling creepy stories won’t be fun anymore.” I unwrapped another chocolate bar to make yet another s’more, and added, “And besides, we still have half a pack of smokes and there’s still a little moonshine left. We can’t go back to the house until it’s all gone. That’s the rule and you know it.”