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Cupcakes and Characters

(Choose 4 of your Characters and tell us what their favorite cupcake is and why)
Joan, the main character of my story, definitely used to love Drunken Butter Rum Cupcakes. (At least, in the beginning of the story). She has a problem with substance abuse and she adores any type of alcohol or drugs. However, by the time she is exploring the middle stages of her life, she has come to enjoy Chocolate Cream Cheese Cupcakes filled with chocolate chips. Because by then, all of her experiences have mixed together to make her heart change….just as the cream cheese changes the middle of the chocolate cream cheese cupcake. She is a new and improved edition of how she began. The chocolate chips inside the cupcake are her experiences that transformed her, sprinkled throughout her life. She is new and improved, and, I think, anyone can argue that chocolate improves many things!!
Joan’s husband, Steve, loves a Plain Vanilla Cupcake. Nothing extraordinary and very down to earth. He is there, faithfully, in the background as Joan figures her life and problems out. He offers some advice but mainly gives Joan her space to come to terms with what has happened to her. He is a steady part of Joan’s foundation in life as she explores and grieves her experiences. He is there for support when she needs him.
Dr. Marx loves Special Mocha Cupcakes. He is the critical element to the story. He is the one who saves Joan’s baby and does the surgery to keep Joan able to carry her baby to term. Topped with chocolate sprinkles, these extra rich cupcakes are the perfect treat for a doctor who saves lives and makes dreams come true!
Unfortunately, there is a hideous element to Joan’s story…her molesters. Their favorite cupcakes would have to be Sinful Devil’s Food Cupcakes. Their actions could only come from the Devil himself: wickedness, selfishness and harm to a child. They love to appear sweet and caring until Joan’s parents leave. Then their true selves emerge….something ugly and hateful all covered up in a sickeningly sweet facade. A cupcake to be offered to a child in terror….for which they believe they have justification.

Breaking the SilenceAuthor: Diamante Lavendar
Title: Breaking the Silence
Published On: Nov 21 2014
Genres: Contemporary
Publisher: D&L Productions
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Based on a true story, a new novel from Diamante Lavendar.

Joan Eastman was born like any other girl. However her life would prove to be a life of great pain…

Growing up, she was treated differently by family members, powerless to defend herself against their sexual and psychological abuse. Feeling she had been dealt a wicked hand by the “powers that be”, she spiraled into substance abuse and troubled relationships. She became a victim of addiction and self-hatred.

Not giving up, she becomes aware of a greater spiritual being that protects her and she begins to heal. Then she finds herself pregnant. She learns to understand nothing is hopeless; that with a changed view and self-discovery, there is real hope in every situation, no matter how difficult.

As she and her husband look forward to the birth of their child, she writes in her diary as a way of expelling all of the evil memories. On bed rest for the duration of her pregnancy, she endures tests and tribulations that at first she couldn’t begin to understand. But no matter how high the hurdles in Joan’s life are, she doesn’t look back, and pulls the pieces of her life together…for herself and her unborn child.

This inspirational story speaks of Joan’s gradual self-acceptance and healing of her body, mind and spirit. It speaks of the possibilities of the future and the fulfillment of the dream of love and family. And it speaks of jumping the hurdles in life without looking back, no matter how high those hurdles may be.

Scroll up to buy Breaking the Silence now to experience this inspirational story of self-discovery and healing following a past of sexual abuse, addiction, and troubled relationships.

Also written by Diamante Lavendar The Secrets of Yashire, a fantasy adventure story about a young girl on a quest for healing in a strange land.


My Story Begins…

Life has a funny way of providing winding roads for us to travel on. This story is of my many winding roads. I decided to start here, with what happened today. I was at the office of a new doctor, one who I had never seen before. I nervously twirled my dark brown, shoulder length hair in between my fingers. As I looked across the room, I stared at a picture on the far wall. It had a blue painted sky, almost the same color as my eyes.

“Joan Eastman?” the nurse called across the waiting room.

I got up quickly, apprehension gripping me. My thoughts came at me all at once. I want a child more than anything. Please let me carry this baby to term.

“Dr. Marx will see you in his office now,” the nurse said as I followed her into the area where the examination rooms were. “Come with me, please.”

I followed her to his office, and when she opened the door, sitting behind a large desk was an older man with gray hair.

“Doctor, this is Joan Eastman,” the nurse said as she ducked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Dear God, I prayed, let him be able to help me.

He stood up, extending his hand. “I’m Doctor Marx. Good to meet you,” he said with a smile. “Please have a seat.”

I sat, making myself as comfortable as I could. I feel like I’m going to vomit. I’m so scared..

“I understand you’re a friend of one of my patients?” he asked.

“Yes…I am,” I answered. “She said you might be able to help me. I’ve lost a child before…I was six months pregnant. She was born premature…and…died.”

I remembered Stephanie’s tiny body wrapped in a blanket as I held her and whispered my goodbyes right before they took her to the morgue. Tears stung my eyes. I needed to be strong today. I can’t bear to go through that again. I can’t survive burying another child. And here I am pregnant again. I need to carry this child to term more than anything in life. Dear God let him be able to help me.

“I see…” he mumbled, grabbing a file.

“I was told I have an incompetent cervix by my previous doctor,” I said quietly. “Is there anything you can do to help me keep my baby to term?”

“Yes, there is,” he said, his eyes softened, showing his concern as a doctor. “We can suture the cervix. It’s called a cerclage. You’ll have to be put on bedrest for your entire pregnancy, but it should allow you to carry your baby full term.”

Hope blossomed through me. I may be able to keep this baby in me long enough for it to survive? Maybe I can do this! Please let it be so.

“What is the success rate for this procedure?” I asked, a guarded tone still in my voice.

“It has a very high success rate,” Dr. Marx stood. “You should be just fine. I’ll have the nurse make an appointment for you for next week. The sooner we can do the procedure, the better.”

“Thank you,” I breathed gratefully, standing along with him.

“You’re very welcome. I’ll see you next week. Nice meeting you.” He extended his hand again and I shook it.

Excitement flowed through me. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be lucky enough to be called Mom by my child someday. I can’t wait to share the good news with Steve. I thought of the delight I would see in his hazel eyes as he pulled me next to his tall, lean body in a hug. I knew he would be thrilled with the news!


Life Lesson

I have learned parenthood is a gift, an opportunity. It’s a beautiful thing that should never be taken for granted.