Addy: Hi Paloma. I am so happy that you stopped by to chat about Hold My Hand and how it came to be. ::smiles warmly::
Paloma: Hold My Hand is about Aubrey, young woman coping with the remnants of being an emotionally abused child. Aubrey begins the steps of moving forward with a little help from a man who teaches her to redefine her idea of perfection. In his own unorthodox way, through an alternative lifestyle, he gives Aubrey a chance to live the life she dreams of.
The concept of Aubrey’s past is sadly one that is all too common. Far too many young girls are emotionally abused, predominantly by their fathers. The abuse affects them for the remainder of their lives in deeply seeded ways. It’s sad, and from personal experience, the feeling of hopelessness is near debilitating. Aubrey’s story comes from a place inside me, from a little girl that needed to tell her story as a means for self-validation. Releasing her story released long held misgivings about herself.
Addy: ::nods sadly:: This is a topic very close to me, Paloma. When did you start Hold My Hand?
Paloma: Though only writing the story in 2012, the origins came from long ago. I didn’t know it right away. When I started plotting out Aubrey’s story, I was looking through some old writing and found a poem I’d written at age sixteen. It seemed even then I was seeking something despite not knowing what it was.
He reaches to Hold My Hand
And I walk into the unknown.
I cling to the possibility
As I escape into the forbidden.
He whispers Hold My Hand
And I lay myself before him.
I hunger for his offering
As I soar to new heights.
He reaches to Hold My Hand
And I am touched by grace.
I am set free through my bonds
As I reach to Hold his Hand.
Addy: ::gasps:: Oh, that is beautiful. Literally you have me tearing up over that. It hits so close not only for me but for several family members and close friends that I have seen fall into unsafe practices or unhealthy patterns because they do not know what they are truly searching for. What is Aubrey like?
Paloma: For Aubrey, like with so many real-life daughters, her father would yell at her, accuse her of not being bright enough, pretty enough and of not treating him right. One of the people meant to build her up would put her down and make her feel she could do no right. She was made to feel worthless and emotionally exhausted.
Addy: There is nothing worse than being abused by someone that you are supposed to feel safe with especially as a child.
Paloma: ::nods:: It seemed only natural to give Aubrey a man who could help her through the remnants of her childhood emotional abuse. She needed a man of strength who could fight against her past feelings of being afraid, demeaned, degraded, unworthy, and humiliated. It felt right to give her a man raised in the domestic discipline lifestyle rooted in strong family values. What William brings to Aubrey transforms her.
Addy: I am looking forward to see how William helps Aubrey heal. What a beautiful background story. I’m so glad that you shared it with me today.
Paloma: I hope, by including the topic of childhood emotional abuse in Hold My Hand, to increase awareness of the emotional abuse of daughters. This is just the beginning of Aubrey’s healing. Book two – Heal My Soul – will be the continuation of her journey as she confronts her family.
Addy: Thank you so much for coming here and talking about such a strong topic. Please come back anytime, I would love to have you.
PG-13 EXCERPT ©Paloma Beck, 2013
“Aubrey.” William’s voice wafted through the line, the warm sound sliding down my tummy. “I’m held up in a meeting. Baylor will deliver you to my home and I’ll be there shortly.” I could hear voices in the background, hushed but present. I made a note to ask William soon what type of business he was in.
“Ok. That’s fine.” I wasn’t sure about being delivered; the term made me feel like a package. Perhaps I’d try to think of myself as a special delivery. I shook my head at the absurdity of the thought. When had I ever been something special? Sometimes you’re just a waste of space, Aubrey.
“Good. I’ll see you soon. Baylor will attend to you, whatever you need.”
I thought he’d simply click the phone off then but he cleared his throat, “And Aubrey,” he paused, “I-I am sorry. I didn’t want us to begin this way.” I was still processing his apology when the call ended. I returned the phone to Baylor, grabbed up my coat and purse and followed him to the car waiting outside the door.
William’s voice – his apology had been so sincere. I couldn’t imagine it mattering that much to him. I wasn’t important enough for someone to worry over. No one had ever been concerned for me like that before. It unnerved me to consider William might actually like me enough to worry. Would he care for me eventually? I couldn’t dare believe it.
The car pulled up outside a large brick and stone home. It was big enough for a full family. The ride had been about twenty minutes so we must’ve been in one of the smaller suburbs framing Boston. As Baylor opened my door and offered his hand, I unfolded my body from the car and stood beside him, certain my mouth was hanging open.
“This is William’s home?” The quiver in my voice certainly gave away my uncertainty, my complete disbelief that this man I’ve met and have now agreed to date –if in fact, that’s what I’ve agreed to– lived in this home more suited for a full family of eleven.
“He lives here?” I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing though it was right in front of my eyes. The house where I’d been raised could sit well inside this massive structure, which left me feeling small, tiny and insignificant. If nothing had yet to do it, this was the moment where my inadequacies smacked me square in the face. You’ll never be anything, Aubrey.
Baylor seemed to sense my unease, shuffling his feet next to me and waiting. He cleared his throat. “He also has an apartment in the city for times he can’t get away. This was more his weekend residence.”
“Oh,” I answered, took a deep breath and gave myself a moment to absorb this. It was so far from my reality. I could hardly make sense of it.
Hold My Hand
Author: Paloma Beck
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Elements: BDSM-lite, Consensual Adult Spanking
Release Date: April 1, 2013
Editor: Perk It Up Editing
Cover Design: Erin Dameron-Hill Graphics
Ebook ISBN-13: 978-1301768714
Print ISBN: ISBN-13: 978-1483986470
HOLD MY HAND is a contemporary BDSM-lite Romance with consensual Spanking Elements.
Aubrey has been hurt in the past, discouraged and degraded by a heartless father. Still, William sees something in her that won't allow him to walk away. Instantly drawn to her but intuitive enough to take it slowly, he courts her. Then he bargains, persuades and seduces until he ensnares Aubrey with his commanding nature. He’s everything she ever needed but never had the courage to want for. Despite the fight she puts up in accepting William's lifestyle, the bonds he places on Aubrey give her a freedom she desperately needs. Together, they heal old wounds and find their perfect love.
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Paloma Beck is a Romance Author living a life of contradiction... she's a happily married carpooling mom writing erotic romance. It's almost naughty! Paloma writes in both the Contemporary and Paranormal realms, journaling the stories her characters tell her, and they are anything but PG. She dabbles in vampires, witches, ménage, spanking and bdsm - all in her books, of course.
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