A Good Heroine Starts Last: Three Stories of Female Empowerment

By Tamara Clough

Taking care of yourself means different things to different people "A Good Heroine Starts Last: Three Stories of Female Empowerment." The author showcases this theory, first in "THE ROOM," where we meet a young woman who has to think quickly about her surroundings and do whatever it takes to prove she is someone to fear.

Chilled wine, unusual artwork, and playful banter set the stage for the highly anticipated third date. In "THERE'S NO ACCOUNTING FOR TASTE," the heroine has a few secrets she's keeping from Kyle, after tonight, nothing will be the same.

It's hard to live in an orphanage, but it's even harder when you're a black child raised during desegregation. "RISE OF YOUR MAJESTY" follows Sasha Carmichael and the journey she takes to find the answer, where does she fit in?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tamara Clough
• Release date: May 31, 2020

Tamara Clough

Tamara Clough attends Full Sail University and graduates in 2021. She is a creative writer and blogger. Her credits include THE ROOM published in the Scarlet Leaf Review (January 2020) Tamara, primarily writes thrillers and sci-fi. She is currently getting her Bachelor of Fine Arts at Full Sail University.

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A Good Heroine Starts Last:

Three Stories of Female Empowerment

By Tamara Clough

Copyright by Tamara Clough, 2020

This is a work of fiction. Names characters, place and incident either are a product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

The Room

There's No Accounting for Taste

The Rise of Her Majesty

About the Author

The Room

Tears fill my eyes. I smell like piss and sweat. This closet is warm and stuffy although there are slats, I can see through. He struck me before he put the gag on my mouth, and I taste blood in my saliva. I lay on my stomach with my arms hogtied as sharp plastic cuffs cut into my wrists. My dress is above my waist, exposing my soiled panties. My face