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Castigation is a dangerous place. No one knows that better than the characters of this true revenge tale. Waking up in the middle of an alley near death, disfigured, angry, the nameless narrator must decide who deserves the ultimate punishment. In a city that no one survives, one must discover not only who is guilty but who is just guilty enough. Love, lust, torture, pain, and an ending you'll never see coming, this book has it all


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It took me a full minute to realize that the mess in my hands was all that remained of my face. I didn’t have a mirror to check the damage, but I could see part of my nose and a tooth glistening white amongst the reds and browns. I couldn’t stand, not yet. I could barely breathe. I remained on my knees, begging at the altar that was a back alley dumpster, a rat for a priest, and a moon for a votive candle. I wanted to scream, but I didn’t have enough air in my lungs. I wanted to cry, but I was afraid my eyes would come tumbling out of my head to land on whatever the hell was left of my cheeks. I wanted a lot of things, but wants in Castigation were often left in the gutter beside the bodies.









Born in a ditch beside a busy highway, John Dawson Jackson never knew his parents. Taken in by wealthy philanthropists Mr. and Mrs. Cornelius Elmo Jackson, he was trained from the age of two in classical piano. A horrible accident left his arm damaged, ending his dream before it began. He was forced to undertake control of his adopted father's oil business, a company that allowed him to travel the globe and explore the far reaches of civilization. As he studied the ancient carvings of the Mesopotamians, he realized just how much of our history has been covered up by powerful people. These findings have been collected into his new novel The Relics.
Or maybe that isn't true. Maybe this is...
John Dawson Jackson is an independent author based out
 Born in a ditch beside a busy highway, John Dawson Jackson never knew his parents. Taken in by wealthy philanthropists Mr. and Mrs. Cornelius Elmo Jackson, he was trained from the age of two in classical piano. A horrible accident left his arm damaged, ending his dream before it began. He was forced to undertake control of his adopted father's oil business, a company that allowed him to travel the globe and explore the far reaches of civilization. As he studied the ancient carvings of the Mesopotamians, he realized just how much of our history has been covered up by powerful people. These findings have been collected into his new novel The Relics.

Or maybe that isn't true. Maybe this is...

John Dawson Jackson is an independent author based out of the Knoxville, TN area who has a broad spectrum of interests. Predominantly, his novels integrate the genres of fantasy, history, and horror with intriguing mind bending qualities. All of his works are based in the supernatural and exist within the same universe- a sometimes frightening, but always exhilarating place where Jackson enjoys playing with the interconnectivity of what is real, myth, and rumour.


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Other Books by John Dawson Jackson

How I Ruined My Life

The Hunter: Before and After (The Relics)

The Relics

The Relics 2

The Rise and Fall of Empire

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Book: Unworthy
Author: Elaine May
Genre: Romance Suspense

Synopsis:

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“This is all your fault.” 
“You worthless piece of shit.” 
“I hate you." 
“He left us because of you. 
“We live like this because of you. YOU GRACE.” 
“You won’t amount to anything, you’re useless.” 
“I wish I never had you, I hate you your worthless.” 
Those were the words that were told to me so many times as a child that i can onlt think of them as true. I lived by my own rules to protect my heart from more heart brake but that was until he came into my world. 
Until Samuel Harding.

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PROLOGUE

GRACE 

The man and lady of the house my Mummy works in, are screaming at each other and it’s really scary. I can’t remember their names, I’m sure it starts with a big H, but normally they are really nice to me and Mummy, but today is different and I don’t know why. 
Mummy and I are downstairs and we can hear every word that is being said between the two of them.
I look over at Mummy and her cold blue eyes that once told me she loved me, now tell me something completely different. They tell me everything she won’t say to me, even though I don’t want it to be true.
“This is all your fault.” I jump at the scary sound above me that sounds like something special is breaking.
“You can tell your British slut to get out of my house.”
“She has nowhere else to go, darling.”
“Don’t you dare darling me, you bastard.” I can hear something else break above and the man says a naughty word. I look over at Mummy and attempt to move towards her for a cuddle, but she walks away from me just as I hear the lady continue shouting.
“You know what? I don’t care about the business over here. You can tell Edward we are moving back to America. I don’t care about that slut and her little bastard.”
All of a sudden the picture changes before me and my adult self is flying through the town I grew up in and I can see my whole childhood before me. All the nasty words my mother or stepfather ever said to me. The slaps to the face my mother loved to give me when she felt I’d done something wrong.
“This is all your fault.”
“You worthless piece of shit.”
“I hate you, we hate you. Even your father couldn’t stand to be near you.” 
“He left us, because of you.”
“We live like this, because of you. YOU, GRACE.”
“You won’t amount to anything, you’re useless.”
“I wish I never had you, I hate you and you’re worthless.”
I can feel all the hatred centered in on that little girl and I can feel all the tears she doesn’t show as she grows into the teenager who hates and loathes herself so much. I can see my teenage self standing by the edge of the River Tone just before its cold waters engulf me, drowning me and pulling me down to its depths with my own self-hatred and sorrow. I try to reach the water’s surface, but the cold water is keeping me down, engulfing me with the old memories that still haunt me.
“You’re worthless.”
“You won’t amount to anything.”

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What Others Are Saying

Wow what can I say about this book it is utterly heartbreaking but in a great way from a readers point of view it pulls you in from the very first page ~ Goodreads Review

This is an incredible book. The suspense is amazing, and there are scenes that had me in bits. I won't say which one (spoilers) but one in particular was one of the most tense, incredible, edge-of-my-seat writing I've ever read. ~ Goodreads Review

Oh lord this is this book needs very little said about it other than the fact that it is a stunningly beautiful story. ~ Goodreads Review

It’s raw, it’s confronting, it’s heartbreaking, it’s breathtaking. The emotions that this novel was able to evoke in us left us in all honesty speechless. From the very first sentence right until the very end we couldn’t put it down. ~ Goodreads Review

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Elaine May is my Author name. I live in the West Country of England with my two beautiful daughters and yummy hubby. I love reading dark and twisted tales that mess with your head. I love to travel and spending time with my family. My dream is for people to like what i've written and hopefully get to go to a book signing event as an author.

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Other Books By This Author

Lies & Truth (Truth Series #1)

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Pain & Truth (Truth Series #2)


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