My story begins with killer shoes, expensive jewelry, and classy business suits. I’ve worked hard to craft a well-manicured and sophisticated image. From the warm and genuine smile to the impressive credentials and successful six-figure portfolio. Like a faint whisper, the image beckons you, an invitation to take a closer look.

The disarming sense of humor and direct, matter-of-fact demeanor quickly puts you at ease. It’s okay love, really. You have questions and I don’t mind.

   I’ve been known by many names. Always on the run from one thing or another. The fresh start, like a new coat of paint, becomes second nature. It’s true, there have been five marriages, four divorces and a host of addresses. It would come as no surprise if the US Post Office has unfriended me.

  Is this what being in the witness protection program or running from the law actually looks like? Those would certainly be logical explanations.

   Lured into the dark world of prostitution, I was exposed and nearly destroyed by someone bent on revenge. Even after I escaped that life, moved far away, and reinvented myself (yet again) - the weight of my shameful past became a silent, secret prison of shame for many, many years.

   Carrying this secret was like trying to protect a ticking bomb. I avoided anything and everything that could possibly bump it or get too close. I intended to carry it to the grave. Writing a book about it was the furthest thing from my mind. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

   Why do it then, you might ask? I did it to honor the one who is worthy. He paved the way for us to do hard and holy things. He paid too high a price to save me and set me free - the blood He shed, too precious to be wasted.

   It is my fervent, sincere, and holy prayer that my story shines a bright light on the things of the dark. It’s okay love, really. You have questions. He doesn’t mind.