Monday, December 23, 2013

Divide the Child by Karen Robbins

A mother's worst nightmare. Her child is snatched. The kidnapper is Sebrena Warner, the child's real mother. Or is she? It has been six years since their rescue of a baby girl who was born alive after a botched abortion and Julie and Rick Sierra had begun to relax. No one questioned the adoption papers and their move out of the area to avoid being discovered. Now they are about to become embroiled in a custody battle only the wisdom of Solomon could decide.

Sebrena vows to use all the power her politically aspiring husband, Wynne, will bring her. Wynne's life is complicated further by a reporter, Michael Boston, who threatens to expose Sebrena's past.

Judge Helen Belemonte must decide Kathy's future. She turns to the only place she knows she will find true wisdom, her Bible.

Book Excerpt


Coffee dripped into the decanter. The aroma drifted through the quiet nurses’ station in the maternity ward. No mothers-in-waiting tonight. One lone nurse waited patiently to fill her cup. Suddenly a light flashed on the intercom board. A doctor’s voice crackled over the speaker, “Nurse! Get in here immediately!”
At the delivery room door, the nurse paused for a moment to take in what was happening. A woman on the bed moaned and thrashed about—obviously in heavy labor. What was going on? There was no one in labor when she started her break and no notice of an emergency.
“Quickly!” The doctor grabbed her arm and pulled her to the bed. “We need to give her a general.”
“I’ll call for the anesthesiologist.” She turned to reach for the phone.
“No! There isn’t time. I’ll administer it myself. Get over here and help me.” He moved to the head of the bed.
The nurse was shocked and confused. This wasn’t proper procedure. Her mind raced as the urgency of the situation accelerated. Moments were precious when a delivery went bad but training and experience kicked in. She rushed to help the doctor strap the woman’s arms down and place the mask over her face.
“Monitor her blood pressure and respiration and keep me posted while I get the fetus out,” the doctor ordered.
Fetus? Horror struck her as her gaze fell upon saline solution and instruments on the table next to the doctor. This wasn’t a delivery. This was an abortion!
“Doctor, I can’t take part in this. I don’t believe in abortion.”Her protest was futile. There was no one else around to call for help. No time. She adjusted the blood pressure cuff and prepared to monitor vital signs
“This is not the time for a political statement. We’re here to save lives.” The doctor sat down behind the white cloth draped across the knees of his patient. “I can’t worry about your confounded religious rubbish right now. What are her numbers?”
This wasn’t right. She shouldn’t be here. When abortions became an accepted procedure after a lengthy labor dispute, the hospital made a new policy. It allowed a nurse to decline an assignment to assist in an abortion provided the nurse had registered her religious objection with the department. Why hadn’t this doctor arranged for another nurse? And why was he doing this in a delivery room hadn’t been reserved?
She repeated the blood pressure and respiratory counts to him. They were precarious but not life threatening. Ironic, she thought, you tell me we’re here to save lives while you stand there taking one.
“Finally,” the doctor said with relief as he took the bloody form of a baby and roughly laid it in the bin normally used for disposing of the afterbirth. She felt sick. Concentrate on the gauges and try not to think of what is happening she told herself. At least a saline abortion was not as horrendous to watch as a dilation and evacuation—a partial birth abortion. This baby would be in one piece.
The nurse glanced at the little body in the bin. She blinked. Had she seen movement? Yes, the arms were moving slightly. She left her post and looked closely.
More movement.
“This baby is alive!”


The driver paused at the stop sign and looked both ways to confirm that the woman and little girl were still headed south on Watkins Street. She eased the yellow Mustang convertible through the intersection and made a left at the next corner. The old houses framed by scarred trees and aging shrubs disgusted her. She renewed her vow to never live in a place like that again.
As her Mustang turned left and crept to Watkins Street, every nerve in her body sparked. Twenty minutes ago, the elementary school five blocks away had released its contents of noisy children into the neighborhood. She had followed the two before. Each time she had observed the woman meet the girl at the school and walk together down Watkins Street to a dingy little house with a decrepit porch, weather-worn siding, and missing shutters.

The driver looked left and confirmed again the two still walked in the same direction as before. Yes, there was no mistake. They turned into the house almost exactly the same time as yesterday and the day before that. They were creatures of habit she observed. Morning and afternoon, they had a dull routine that fit perfectly with her plans. A lip-glossed smile crept across her face. Yes, perfectly.

About Karen:

As a full time mom, a teacher, a businesswoman, a paralegal student, a travel addict, and diver, Karen Robbins has had a wealth of experiences that contribute to her story ideas and speaking topics. In 1987, she sold her first written piece for publication in Standard, a Sunday School take-home paper. Since then she has published numerous articles and essays in a variety of publications including several regional and national magazines and written columns for a local newspaper and an online women’s magazine. Karen has been a contributing author to many compilation books including the Chicken Soup For The Soul series. She coauthored A Scrapbook of Christmas Firsts and A Scrapbook of Motherhood Firsts. Her novels include Divide The Child,  In A Pickle, Murder Among The Orchids, and Death Among The Deckchairs.

To purchase her book:

Karen Robbins is giving away a copy of Divide the Child. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You may enter the book giveaway twice -- once on each spotlight post. (It's not too late to go back and leave a comment on yesterday's post.)

Off to read another great book!
Sandra M. Hart


Jackie McNutt said...

thank you for the excerpt from Divide A Child. This book looks very interesting.

Deb R. said...

Well that was certainly a heart-grabbing excerpt! Please enter me in the giveaway. cjajsmommy {at} gmail {dot} com

Linda Kish said...

I so want to read this book to see what happens to this little girl.

lkish77123 at gmail dot com

Anonymous said...

Oh my! Making me hold my breath. What happens next? I must know Please put my name and I hope to win and read the rest of the story. A very interesting topic. I feel for those who have to adopt their baby out, but still I can't help believing these children can be uprooted from a good home and with parents they love and given back to the real mother. When you adopt you don't think about someone being able to take your baby away after you love that little and feel like you are their real mother or daddy. one of my sister's did adopt out a baby boy, but we only found him 5 years before she died. I had prayed for him all of his life to be safe and in a loving home. Hy sister's family had started searching for him several years before he was found. By then he had decided to look for his birth mom, which I think helped. He said he waited until his adoptive parents had passed away because he loved them very much and didn't want to hurt them. Our family was so happy to meet him and it was at a big family reunion. I thank GOD for answering my prayers that she be allowed to meet him before she died. He looks just like his mom and some sisters, and so much like several of his cousins.I would love to win this book of Karen's Maxie

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