Title Six Months
Author Mona Sedrak
Genre Contemporary Romance/ Mainstream
Publisher The Wild Rose Press
For twenty years, Mikala Jacobson had it all: loyal friends, a precious little girl, and a man who adores her. Then double tragedy strikes and her perfect world shatters. Good friends, Rena and Jake are instantly by her side, protecting her from her husband David’s sordid secret life and his final drunken confession.
With their help, Mikala finds strength to rebuild and redefine her life. As her spirit and heart heal, she not only finds closure, but the beauty of a new love built upon an old friendship.
“SIX MONTHS is by no sense a quick and easy read. Nor should it be. The topics explored deserve time and attention be paid in order to adequately understand the way grief works and how the healing process begins. This is, in no uncertain terms, a book that you should take your time to read, experience, savor, and learn from.” – Author Peggy Jaeger
“For readers seeking an emotional journey, Six Months will make you smile, cry, and root for the main character as she suffers more losses than any wife or mother should in their lifetime. Themes woven throughout the story including hope, love, the meaning of family, and guilt, offer something for everyone who has dealt with life's tragedies. Relatable, emotional, and worth the read!” Author Kim Miller
“Six Months is a romantic and dramatic work of women’s fiction by author Mona Sedrak. Written in a very intriguing style, the action of the novel takes place in increments of six months, centering around the main character, Mikala Jacobson. Once upon a time, Mikala had an ideal life with a beautiful little daughter and a loving husband, but sometimes fate can be cruel. After the devastating loss of both her daughter and husband, Mikala has to face some even more devastating truths surrounding the circumstances of both deaths. With friends by her side, this is a tale of a woman learning to heal and finding new love in a world of darkness.” Readers’ Favorite
Mikala raised her gaze to the heavens and raged. “Why? Why? Why?” With every word, she slammed her palms into the frozen earth. “Why did you have to steal my child? Why didn’t you just take me? Why did you give her to me only to reclaim her a few short years later? She was a baby. She hadn’t had a chance to live yet.” Sobbing, Mikala doubled over, her body wracked with pain. “Please, just take me to be with her. I can’t do this anymore on my own. I don’t want to. Please have mercy.”
Mikala could beg all she wanted, but no one was listening. Her little butterfly had flown to heaven six months ago. Never again would Mikala wake up to the melody of her sweet giggles or revel in the warmth of her tiny body as it settled against her own. Mikala couldn’t caress Molly’s pudgy cheeks, tickle behind her ears, or inhale her fresh little-girl scent after a bath. She couldn’t tangle her fingers through her wild mane of curls or get lost in those bottomless blue eyes that stopped most people in their tracks with their unusual color and their ability to see right through them.
Worst of all, Mikala didn’t know who she was. No longer was she a mother. She would never hear the word Mama coming from her daughter’s bow-shaped lips, giving meaning and worth to her life. Without her child, and without that title, Mikala was no one––no one special.
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Mona Sedrak lives a double life. By day, she is a suit-wearing, prim and proper, professor, administrator, researcher, and lecturer. By night, she is a PJ wearing dreamer and writer of books that make people sigh, smile, cry, laugh, and fall in love. She lives in Ohio with her husband of thirty-two years, a cranky, geriatric maltipoo, and an obnoxious Amazon parrot who runs the house and terrifies its inhabitants.
Mona discovered the joy and escapism that comes from reading at the age of twelve and swears books saved her life and her sanity. Through reading, she has travelled the globe and learned all kinds of equally useful and useless skills such as: crocheting, the proper way to eat a pomegranate, carve a watermelon, or bathe an elephant. These skills she has passed down to her two daughters who are incredibly supportive, but often wish she had a wider scope of hobbies.
Mona has a long publishing history in academia, but she started writing fiction recently.
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