Tender to the Touch
By: Nicole Rouse
Tender to the Touch is an excellent Christian read. It deals with infidelity, lies, betrayal and so much more. In Tender to the Touch Nicole takes you on a journey of six friends. Each friend has their own trials in tribulations, but in the end some trials are greater than others.
Nicole S. Rouse brings you a story about true friendship, abuse and how one’s lies can catch up with you. Through it all the ladies has a test of faith, but with God on their side they are determined not to let the devil win. This is a great read and Nicole does excellent with the story line. I really enjoyed reading this novel.
I believe in some way, this novel would be a great inspiration to a lot of women out there.
Here’s a brief prologue of the novel:
The blood covering J. Amanda’s hands did not belong to her. Neither did the blotches of blood on her casual brown khakis. In total shock, she dragged her body across the recently remodeled kitchen floor, and as she leaned against the refrigerator, she stared at the faint smears of blood that had trailed her. Numb to her surroundings, J. Amanda wiped her trembling hands on her pants, then subconsciously reached for the gold cross hanging from her neck. Oh my God! What just happened? she asked herself.
As she looked around the kitchen, she covered her mouth with her red-stained hands. The smell of death surrounded her. How could she be so foolish? In her quest to find happiness, she had damaged the lives of her loved ones and close friends. What had happened in the kitchen was all her fault, and no one could convince her otherwise. “This can’t be real,” she mumbled in disbelief. “God wouldn’t do this to me. I’m only thirty-nine years old.”
Feeling like a failure, J. Amanda crawled back to the center of the room in tears and stopped by the gun that had fired the fatal shot. It was only a matter of time before the police arrived, and she knew that once they assessed the scene of the crime, she would be headed to jail.
J. Amanda had disappointed everyone—her family, her friends, her ministry, and, most of all, God.
Reaching for the gun lying by her leg, she wiped the tears from her cheeks with each arm. This is the price I have to pay for taking my eyes off of you, she sobbed. Then, slowly, J. Amanda closed her eyes as she lifted the gun to her temple, and in a childlike voice she moaned, “I’m so sorry, God.”