One Thursday Morning Inspirational Romance: Romance Novel About Leaving Abusive Husband (Diamond Lake Series Book 1)

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Running not only for her own life, but that of her unborn baby, Serenah moves across the country to a little town outside of Spokane Washington called Newport. It’s here she’ll begin to build a new life and go by a different name in the hopes of staying hidden from her abusive husband John. Can Serenah find happiness in her new life? Or will the past eventually catch up to her?

From the best-selling Christian Inspirational Romance author T.K. Chapin comes a story of love, faith and passion that will keep your fingers turning the page to see what happens next.

One Thursday Morning is book one in the Inspirational fictional Diamond Lake Series by T.K. Chapin.


A story about a woman who needed to run, One Thursday Morning is a Christian romance novel about leaving an abusive husband.

Story Sample from One Thursday Morning:


To love and be loved—it was all I ever wanted. Nobody could ever convince me John was a bad man. He made me feel loved when I did not know what love was. I was his and he was mine. It was perfect . . . or at least, I thought it was.

I cannot pinpoint why everything changed in our lives, but it did—and for the worst. My protector, my savior, and my whole world came crashing down like a heavy spring downpour. The first time he struck me, I remember thinking it was just an accident. He had been drinking earlier in the day with his friends and came stumbling home late that night. The lights were low throughout the house because I had already gone to bed. I remember hearing the car pull up outside in the driveway. Leaping to my feet, I came rushing downstairs and through the kitchen to greet him. He swung, which I thought at the time was because I startled him, and the backside of his hand caught my cheek.

I should have known it wasn’t an accident.

The second time was no accident at all, and I knew it. After a heavy night of drinking the night his father died, he came to the study where I was reading. Like a hunter looking for his prey, he came up behind me to the couch. Grabbing the back of my head and digging his fingers into my hair, he kinked my neck over the couch and asked me why I hadn’t been faithful to him. I had no idea what he was talking about, so out of sheer fear, I began to cry. John took that as a sign of guilt and backhanded me across the face. It was hard enough to leave a bruise the following day. I stayed with him anyway. I’d put a little extra makeup on around my eyes or anywhere else when marks were left. I didn’t stay because I was stupid, but because I loved him. I kept telling myself that our love could get us through this. The night of his father’s death, I blamed his outburst on the loss of his father. It was too much for him to handle, and he was just letting out steam. I swore to love him through the good times and the bad. This was just one of the bad times.

Each time he’d hit me, I’d come up with a reason or excuse for the behavior. There was always a reason, at least in my mind, as to why John hit me. Then one time, after a really bad injury, I sought help from my mother before she passed away. The closest thing to a saint on earth, she dealt with my father’s abuse for decades before he died. She was a devout Christian, but a warped idea of love plagued my mother her entire life. She told me, ‘What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.’ That one piece of advice she gave me months before passing made me suffer through a marriage with John for another five trying years.

Each day with John as a husband was a day full of prayer. I would pray for him not to drink, and sometimes, he didn’t—those were the days I felt God had listened to my pleas. On the days he came home drunk and swinging, I felt alone, like God had left me to die by my husband’s hands. Fear was a cornerstone of our relationship, in my eyes, and I hated it. As the years piled onto one another, I began to deal with two entirely different people when it came to John. There was the John who would give me everything I need in life and bring flowers home on the days he was sober, and then there was John, the drunk, who would bring insults and injury instead of flowers.

I knew something needed to desperately change in my life, but I didn’t have the courage. Then one day, it all changed when two little pink lines told me to run and never look back.


Chapter 1

Fingers glided against the skin of my arm as I lay on my side looking into John’s big, gorgeous brown eyes. It was morning, so I knew he was sober, and for a moment, I thought maybe, just maybe I could tell him about the baby growing inside me. Flashes of a shared excitement between us blinked through my mind. He’d love having a baby around the house. He really would. Behind those eyes, I saw the man I fell in love with years ago down in Times Square in New York City. Those eyes were the same ones that brought me into a world of love and security I had never known before. Moments like that made it hard to hate him. Peering over at his hand that was tracing the side of my body, I saw the cut on his knuckles from where he had smashed the coffee table a few nights ago. My heart retracted the notion of telling him about the baby. I knew John would be dangerous for a child.

Chills shivered up my spine as his fingers traced from my arm to the curve of my back. Could I be strong enough to live without him? I wondered as the fears sank back down into me. Even if he was a bit mean, he had a way of charming me like no other man I had ever met in my life. He knew how to touch gently, look deeply and make love passionately. It was only when he drank that his demons came out.

“Want me to make you some breakfast?” I asked, slipping out of his touch and from the bed to my feet. His touches were enjoyable, but I wanted to get used to not having them. My mind often jumped back and forth between leaving, not leaving, and something vaguely in between. It was hard.

John smiled up at me from the bed with what made me feel like love in his eyes. I suddenly began to feel bad about the plan to leave, but I knew he couldn’t be trusted with a child. Keep it together.

“Sure, babe. That’d be great.” He brought his muscular arms from out of the covers and put them behind his head. My eyes traced his biceps and face. Wavy brown hair and a jawline that was defined made him breathtakingly gorgeous. Flashes of last night’s passion bombarded my mind. He didn’t drink, and that meant one thing—we made love. It started in the main living room just off the foyer. I was enjoying my evening cup of tea while the fireplace was lit when suddenly, John came home early. I was worried at first, but when he leaned over the couch and pulled back my blonde hair, he planted a tender kiss on my neck. I knew right in that moment that it was going to be a good night. Hoisting me up from the couch with those arms and pressing me against the wall near the fireplace, John’s passion fell from his lips and onto the skin of my neck as I wrapped my arms around him.

The heat between John and me was undeniable, and it made the thoughts of leaving him that much harder. It was during those moments of pure passion that I could still see the bits of the John I once knew—the part of John that didn’t scare me and had the ability to make me feel safe, and the part of him that I never wanted to lose.

“All right,” I replied with a smile as I broke away from my thoughts. Leaving down the hallway, I pushed last night out of my mind and focused on the tasks ahead.

Retrieving the carton of eggs from the fridge in the kitchen, I shut the door and was startled when John was standing on the other side. Jumping, I let out a squeak. “John!”

He tilted his head and slipped closer to me. With nothing on but his boxer briefs, he backed me against the counter and let his hand slide the corner of my shirt up my side. He leaned closer to me. I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin as my back arched against the counter top. He licked his lips instinctively to moisten them and then gently let them find their way to my neck. “Serenah . . .” he said in a smooth, seductive voice.

“Let me make you breakfast,” I said as I set the carton down on the counter behind me and turned my neck into him to stop the kissing.

His eyebrows rose as he pulled away from my body and released. His eyes met mine. There it was—the change. “Fine.”

“What?” I replied as I turned and pulled down a frying pan that hung above the island counter.

“Nothing. Nothing. I have to go shower.” He left down the hallway without a word, but I could sense tension in his tone.

Waiting for the shower to turn on after he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door, I began to cook his eggs. When a few minutes had passed and I hadn’t heard the water start running, I lifted my eyes and looked down the hallway.

There he was.

John stood at the end of hallway, watching me. Standing in the shifting shadows of the long hallway, he was more than creepy. He often did that type of thing, but it came later in the marriage, not early on and only at home. I never knew how long he was standing there before I caught him, but he’d always break away after being seen. He had a sick obsession of studying me like I was some sort of weird science project of his.

I didn’t like it all, but it was part of who he had become. Not much longer, I reminded myself.

I smiled down the hallway at him, and he returned to the bathroom to finally take his shower. As I heard the water come on, I finished the eggs and set the frying pan off the burner. Dumping the eggs onto a plate, I set the pan in the sink and headed to the piano in the main living room. Pulling the bench out from under the piano, I got down on my hands and knees and lifted the flap of carpet that was squared off. Removing the plank of wood that concealed my secret area, I retrieved the metal box and opened it.


Ever since he hit me that second time, a part of me knew we’d never have the forever marriage I pictured, so in case I was right, I began saving money here and there. I had been able to save just over ten thousand dollars. A fibbed high-priced manicure here, a few non-existent shopping trips with friends there. It added up, and John had not the foggiest clue, since he was too much of an egomaniac to pay attention to anything that didn’t directly affect him. Sure, it was his money, but money wasn’t really ‘a thing’ to us. We were beyond that. My eyes looked at the money in the stash and then over at the bus ticket to Seattle dated for four days from now. I could hardly believe it. I was really going to finally leave him after all this time. Amongst the cash and bus ticket, there was a cheap pay-as-you go cellphone and a fake ID. I had to check that box at least once a day ever since I found out about my pregnancy to make sure he hadn’t found it. I was scared to leave, but whenever I felt that way, I rubbed my pregnant thirteen-week belly, and I knew I had to do what was best for us. Putting the box back into the floor, I was straightening out the carpet when suddenly, John’s breathing settled into my ears behind me.

“What are you doing?” he asked, towel draped around his waist behind me. I should have just waited until he left for work . . . What were you thinking, Serenah? My thoughts scolded me.

Slamming my head into the bottom of the piano, I grabbed my head and backed out as I let out a groan. “There was a crumb on the carpet.”

“What? Underneath the piano?” he asked.

Anxiety rose within me like a storm at sea. Using the bench for leverage, I placed a hand on it and began to get up. When I didn’t respond to his question quick enough, he shoved my arm that was propped on the piano bench, causing me to smash my eye into the corner of the bench. Pain radiated through my skull as I cupped my eye and began to cry.

“Oh, please. That barely hurt you.”

I didn’t respond. Falling the rest of the way to the floor, I cupped my eye and hoped he’d just leave. Letting out a heavy sigh, he got down, still in his towel, and put his hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey.”

Jerking my shoulder away from him, I replied, “Go away!”

He stood up and left.

John hurt me sober? Rising to my feet, I headed into the half-bathroom across the living room and looked into the mirror. My eye was blood red—he had popped a blood vessel. Tears welled in my eyes as my eyebrows furrowed in disgust.

Four days wasn’t soon enough to leave—I was leaving today.



Christian Romance Novel About Leaving Abusive Husband

Good Christian romance novels need to address some tough subjects at times. Not everyone is going to find their prince charming at church in Sunday school. The truth is life can be messy and often is, and that’s why I wrote this story. To highlight the fact that sometimes we need to run. Sometimes we need to run and not look back. Inspirational fiction characters that you can root for fill the pages of this story and that’s why I recommend this romance novel about leaving an abusive husband.

Through much prayer and consideration, T.K. Chapin has fashioned this story into a piece of Christian literature that will bless you in reading and encourage you in your walk with Christ.

About The Author

Christian Author T.K. Chapin Portrait

The Christian Author Who Keeps God At The Center Of Everything.

T.K. CHAPIN is an award-winning Inspirational Christian Romance and fiction author who designs his stories to inspire and tug on your heartstrings.

He believes that telling authentic stories of faith, love, and family helps build the faith of believers while inviting non-believers into the reality of God.

Each story highlights how God can work in the lives of those who follow Him.

Chapin gives all credit for his writing and storytelling abilities to God. The majority of his stories take place in and around his hometown of Spokane Washington.

Chapin & his wife reside in Southeast Idaho and have three children.

When not writing, he enjoys traveling, swimming, and spending time with friends & family.

Vision For Christian Romance Novels With Realistic Characters

Christian romance novels are often just about two people falling in love, but it goes far beyond just that in T.K. Chapin books.

Real-to-life stories about realistic people are in every single book that Chapin writes.

People struggle with their life and sometimes their faith, Chapin captures that in every story he tells.

If you’re looking for a Christian romance novel that not only entertains but also inspires, pick up a copy of one of the many titles T.K. Chapin has published.

The Vision

As a Christian author, speaker and entrepreneur, it’s T.K. Chapin’s hope and desire to help build the Kingdom of God for His glory alone. It’s through the stories, articles, and connections with others that this is made possible.

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10 reviews for One Thursday Morning Inspirational Romance: Romance Novel About Leaving Abusive Husband (Diamond Lake Series Book 1)

  1. 5 out of 5

    Annette R. Thorpe

    Loved the book. It was a wonderful story about what we can go through if we have faith in God. If we just ask and pray he always listens. He has a plan for us and there to help us follow it through the good and the bad. Sometimes when things go wrong and feel he has abandoned us, he is still there and will give us what we need to get through it. He will always love us and when the time is right He will be there. Just trust in his love, have patience and all your trials will become blessings.

  2. 5 out of 5


    Serenah has just found out she is pregnant. Now she must make good on her plan to leave her abusive husband, John. John is wealthy and has many resources to find Serenah. Serenah has saved back some money and a bus ticket secretly and manages to escape. She moves to a little town near Spokane, Washington. She changes her name and starts a new life. Things are going well until John shows up. This is a great Christian novel which deals with physical abuse. I have read other books by this author and never been disappointed.

  3. 5 out of 5


    Serenah courageously flees her abusive husband and creates a new life for herself in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. She is smart, cautious, and hard-working. Serenah keeps her true identity hidden in order to protect herself but it would be hard to build authentic relationships when your life is full of secrets. I admire her for her bravery and savvy. She has a hard road to travel yet she doesn’t give up.One Thursday Morning kept me on the edge of my seat with the secrets and suspense. I look forward to enjoying more titles by this author (and dreaming of the Pacific Northwest)!I received the opportunity to read and review this title from the author. The opinions expressed are my own.

  4. 5 out of 5


    I love reading Christian love stories. This one did not disappoint. Serenah left her abusive husband to start a new life across the country. A year later, she had restored her faith and started a new life, but the old one found her. This was a short read, but worth the time to read!

  5. 5 out of 5

    Kindle Customer

    I want to say I read this book before, just didn’t have it listed in my collection. Still a good read. And very helpful for women in abuse relationships.

  6. 5 out of 5


    First of all, I read One Friday Afternoon first, but you don’t have to read this one first to enjoy the second book in this series. However, I always like knowing the background of characters. It’s out of character for me to read them out of order, but I don’t have regrets. I was pulled to read One Friday Afternoon first, and I believe that was because it was about marriage.This story is about an abused woman, Serenah, who is pregnant with her firstborn when she decides that if she stays with John it will be the death of her. Only abused victims can understand her thinking and actions. She moves to a new town, with a new name and new life. She is constantly looking over her shoulder and is always alert just in case John has located her. Sure she could never trust anybody, but without trust she would never move on to her new life. In my opinion, this book is written brilliantly. I gave up on God, and it took my miscarriage to bring me back to Him. My unborn daughter is the one who saved me more than once. It was a difficult pregnancy. I was considered high risk. Emotionally I can’t let her go. I didn’t blame God, but did not seek his comfort either. My husband and I dealt differently with the miscarriage. It has been a rough two years in our marriage, but now I am at peace with it. It was the worse day of my life!I would be further in my journey if I would of entered my relationship with God sooner. It is amazing once you truly give yourself over to God. If you are willing to let him He will lead your life according to his will. I saw some reviews stating that they didn’t agree with the timeline, I would have to disagree. It depends on the person’s spiritual relationship with God. It has been about four months since I have been actively praying, looking at others in a different light, reading Christian Fiction, Nonfiction and the Bible, and in this time I have truly found peace and comfort that I never had before. However, I have never been abused, so I can’t vouche for that aspect of the book. When your true soulmate appears, you don’t know if that will be today or tomorrow only God himself knows. God works through other people, so how can someone move on if they don’t leap out of your comfort zone, and put your trust into someone. She may miss having someone to spend her life with. She is lonely and only has her cat for comfort. It’s easy to live in fear, but it is difficult to expose yourself for future abuse. However, I think that severity of the abuse and relationship with God determine how long a person stays away from humanity. God calls us to give Him our anxiety, which is one of the hardest things for me to do personally. Serenah was still frightened, but she had to move on with her life. She could of spent every single day worrying about John, but then she would only be existing and not living. We only have this one life. I have spent most of my life holding grudges, and where did that ever get me: Absolutely nowhere. An abused victim needs people to rely on in situations like this. What would happen if she kept to herself, and John came back to kill her? No one would know until it was to late to help her. It has only been a year, but that doesn’t mean that John isn’t actively seeking her out. I found myself turning page after page until I was at the end. I wanted to read more, but the 3rd book in the series is not released yet. I am looking forward to it!Serenah can help other domestic abused victims, and provide them with hope and help. Yes she endured abused, but now she has the opportunity to help others that were like herself. Victims don’t know how to get away and how to stay away. That is a huge calling God has placed on her.

  7. 5 out of 5


    I love all of T.K. Chapin’s books and this one was no exception. It was well written and the characters are super complex and realistic. The story story is about an abused woman, Serenah, who is pregnant with her firstborn child. She decides that she cannot stay with her husband John because he is abusive and will end up killing her one day. So she moves to a new town, assumes a new name and starts a new life but is constantly looking over her shoulder expecting her husband to find her. There are many twists and turns and the book kept me justing wanting to read “one more page” I cannot wait for the next book in the series to come out!

  8. 5 out of 5


    I know we’re only in May and this book was published last year, but this has been one of the top books I’ve read in 2017. Like all of Chapin’s books, One Thursday Morning is real, delving into the unspoken recesses of life, those areas that people hide away out of fear. The story starts out very fast-paced, with all hope that the main character will make a positive decision for herself. Once that decision is made, the story line moves slower (slightly) but never to the point of being boring. Chapin makes his characters come to life each and every time, which of course, creates the perfect read. I especially liked the character of Emma. I found her to be charming with just enough spunk and a great dose of wisdom, the perfect person to guide and mentor the main character in her new life.

  9. 5 out of 5

    Amazon Customer

    I have never been married, but this is a very good book for married couples that have been in a situation as this. There is only one way out-JESUS. Through prayers GOD can show women the way out of abusive situations. I have known women to go through abuse from their spouse and boyfriends. Thank GOD He’s here to overcome our weakest points. Happy for Serenah, and Charlie who first with GOD rescued her. Love, love this author.

  10. 5 out of 5

    Linda Freeland

    I typically don’t like books or movies about violence but I liked this book. I loved how the book does center around God and His help and love for us. This is the first book I have read by this author and the first in this series. So far I like the book and the author.

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