Parts of Sunset Embrace by Sandra Brown

I just started reading Sunset Embrace but i could feel so much emotion elicited from the book that i had to share it.

"She levered herself up on her elbows, spread her thighs wide, and bore down with the pressure. Blood pounding against her eardrums and behind eyes that were squeezed shut. Her jaws ached from clenching them; her lips were peeled back into a gruesome mask. During a brief respite, she huffed precious air in and out of her lungs. Then the pain came again. And again.

She screamed, expending the last of her energy on one final thrust, funneling all her body's weight to that one narrow place that rent in two.

And then she was free of it.
She fell back exhausted, gulping air and grateful now for the raindrops that cooly bathed her face. There was no sound in the thick forest save for the bellowslike heaving of her lungs and the rain dripping heavily. The absence of sound was eerie, startling, strange. There had been no bursting cry of life from the baby she had just birthed, no movement.

Disregarding her earlier prayer, she struggled to sit up again and moved her long skirt aside. Animal sounds of grief and misery tripped over her bruised lips when she saw the infant, little more than a ball of bluish flesh, lying dead between her thighs without ever having known life. The cord that had nourished it had been its instrument of death. The ropy tissue was wound tightly around the baby's throat. Its face was pinched. It had taken a suicidal plunge into the world. The girl wondered if it had chosen to die, instinctively knowing it would be despised even by its mother, preferring death to a life of degradation."

This was in the first chapter of the book and it really wrenched my heart. Can you imagine? I was in the bus early in the morning going to work, then i read this. WAH! Damn SAD la!!! lol. I didn't want to stop but you can't expect me to stay in the bus and not go to work right? I had to do what i had to do and so i went off to work. After work, i continued reading until this part which i also find heart wrenching.

"Her eyes dropped closed in sleep.

His hands were on her again, all over her. She opened her mouth to scream and his palms, salty and gritty, clamped over it. His other hand clawed at the neck of her chemise until it ripped open. Her breasts were squeezed by his hateful, clammy hand that derived pleasure from inflicting pain. She sank her teeth into the meat of his palm and now was punished by a slap that left her ears ringing and her jaw throbbing.

Don't you fight me, or i'll tell your prissy mama about us. You don't want her to know wahat we've been doin', now do you? I think that'd prob'ly send her right over the edge. I think she'd die if she knew i was breddin' you, don't you reckon?

No, Lydia didn't want her mama to know. But how could she bear to let him do that to her again? Already he was grinding his hips against her thighs, forcing them to open. His fingers were poking at her painfully, probing abusively, hurtfully. And that loathsome appendage was driving into her flesh again. When she raked his face with her nails, he laughed and tried to kiss her. "I can take it rough if you can," he jeered.

She fought him. "No, no," she sobbed. "Take it out. No, no, no...""

I know this last part is a little disgusting but you can really feel the pain for the girl. You feel very angry with that man and you feel like you want to help her but there's nothing we can do but to just carry on reading and find out about the rest of the story.