SHOT GLASS - Rochelle

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Résumé :
*Two-time National Indie Excellence Award recipient. A suspenseful, psychological thriller of nonfiction. An occupational therapist, yoga instructor and mother of three confronts her husband. Jess sat on the floor blocking the TV, his glass of merlot between them. We need to talk. It's about your drinking. Dismissively he winced, folded his hands, and fixated on the ceiling. Conveying to an emperor of denial he's not wearing any clothes will deliver the same result as a hand grenade with a loose pin, it's gonna blow! Now...there's a SWAT on the lawn. In this world of divorce and alcoholism, things are just heating up. Admitting she cannot handle a narcissist with his back up, alone, Jess seeks the best at bullshit. New York therapist Dr. Rachel Phoenix, slayer of head games, offers insights as sharp as her high-end shoes. Jessica navigates the splash zone of alcoholism, deceit, single parenting, and divorce court without a lawyer (that always goes well). Her spouse is unwilling to sign divorce papers. Jess has to stand on her own as he pulls the rug out, then the floor boards. Riveting. Relatable. Intimate. See why readers claim, Masterful story telling. Could not put this book down!...

Biographie:
Rochelle is an occupational therapist, a member of International Thriller Writers (ITW) and has received awards from National Indie Excellence, Writers Digest and The Letter Review. Her raw entertaining storytelling is at literature's forefront to craft memoir into a nonfiction psychological suspense series (there's a mouthful). When not writing or gardening, find Rochelle practicing yoga on the porch of her cozy cottage in a cozy town....

Sommaire:
*Two-time National Indie Excellence Award recipient. A suspenseful, psychological thriller of nonfiction. An occupational therapist, yoga instructor and mother of three confronts her husband. Jess sat on the floor blocking the TV, his glass of merlot between them. We need to talk. It's about your drinking. Dismissively he winced, folded his hands, and fixated on the ceiling. Conveying to an emperor of denial he's not wearing any clothes will deliver the same result as a hand grenade with a loose pin, it's gonna blow! Now...there's a SWAT on the lawn. In this world of divorce and alcoholism, things are just heating up. Admitting she cannot handle a narcissist with his back up, alone, Jess seeks the best at bullshit. New York therapist Dr. Rachel Phoenix, slayer of head games, offers insights as sharp as her high-end shoes. Jessica navigates the splash zone of alcoholism, deceit, single parenting, and divorce court without a lawyer (that always goes well). Her spouse is unwilling to sign divorce papers. Jess has to stand on her own as he pulls the rug out, then the floor boards. Riveting. Relatable. Intimate. See why readers claim, Masterful story telling. Could not put this book down!...