Vicious Cycle: An Intervention Novel

( 66 )


When fifteen-year-old Lance Covington finds an abandoned baby in the backseat of a car, he knows she’s the newborn daughter of a meth addict he’s been trying to help. But when police arrest him for kidnapping, Lance is thrust into a criminal world of baby trafficking and drug abuse.

His mother, Barbara, looks for help from Kent Harlan—the man whom she secretly, reluctantly loves and who once helped rescue her daughter from a mess of her own. Kent flies to her aid and begins the ...

See more details below
$10.74 price
(Save 28%)$14.99 List Price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (84) from $1.99   
  • New (17) from $1.99   
  • Used (67) from $1.99   
Vicious Cycle (Intervention Series #2)

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$8.99 price
Sending request ...


When fifteen-year-old Lance Covington finds an abandoned baby in the backseat of a car, he knows she’s the newborn daughter of a meth addict he’s been trying to help. But when police arrest him for kidnapping, Lance is thrust into a criminal world of baby trafficking and drug abuse.

His mother, Barbara, looks for help from Kent Harlan—the man whom she secretly, reluctantly loves and who once helped rescue her daughter from a mess of her own. Kent flies to her aid and begins the impossible work of getting Lance out of trouble, protecting a baby who has no home, and finding help for a teenage mother hiding behind her lies.

In this latest novel of suspense and family loyalty, bestselling author Terri Blackstock offers a harrowing look at drug addiction, human trafficking, and the devastating choices that can change lives forever.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

From Barnes & Noble

Fifteen-year-old Lance Covington is too young to be a father, but when he finds an abandoned infant in the backseat of car, he knows that he can't turn his back. Unfortunately, the police don't see it that way: They arrest him for kidnapping, thrusting him into a netherworld of baby trafficking and rampant drug abuse. To save him, his mother Barbara appeals to the kind-hearted Kent Harlan, a man she not only respects but also worships from afar. A faith-based novel by an award-winning, bestselling author.

Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780310250678
  • Publisher: Zondervan
  • Publication date: 2/22/2011
  • Series: An Intervention NovelSeries Series , #2
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 268,950
  • Product dimensions: 5.32 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Terri Blackstock
Terri Blackstock ( has sold six million books worldwide and is a New York Times bestseller. She is the award-winning author of Intervention and Double Minds, as well as such series as Cape Refuge, Newpointe 911, the SunCoast Chronicles, and the Restoration Series.
Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

Vicious Cycle

An Intervention Novel
By Terri Blackstock


Copyright © 2011 Terri Blackstock
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-310-33155-1

Chapter One

I should have died.

Jordan lay on her bloody sheets, her newborn daughter in her arms, and longed for one more hit. She had never hated herself more. Her baby had come two weeks early, and she hadn't been sober enough to get to the hospital. Giving birth at home had never been part of the plan, but there was no one in her house whose mind was clear enough to care.

What kind of mother traded prenatal vitamins for crystal meth? Her age was no excuse. At fifteen, Jordan knew better than to get high while she was pregnant. Now she had this beautiful little girl with big eyes and curly brown hair, innocence radiating like comfort from her warm skin. That innocence, so rare and short-lived in her family, made the birth all the more tragic. Worse, the baby seemed weak and hadn't cried much, and sometimes her little body went stiff and trembled.

Was she dying? Had Jordan tied off the umbilical cord wrong? Her mother, who had once worked as a nurse's aide, had told her to use a shoestring. What if that was wrong? What if she'd waited too long to cut the cord? It wasn't like she could trust her mother. It was clear she didn't have Jordan's or the baby's best interests in mind.

Jordan had made up her mind to give the baby up for adoption, even though she'd felt so close to her in the last few weeks as her daughter had kicked and squirmed inside her. While she was sober, she'd come to love the baby and dream of a future for her ... one that bore no resemblance to her own. But once Jordan went back into the arms of her lover — that drug that gave her a stronger high than the love of a boy — the baby stopped kicking. For the last week of her pregnancy, Jordan believed her baby was dead. So she'd smothered her fear, guilt, and grief in more drugs.

Then last night her water broke, and cramps seized her. She had responded to her fear as she did every emotion — by taking more drugs. By the time she felt the need to push, it was too late to get to the hospital, even if there had been someone who would drive her.

She craved another hit, but she was out of ice. Her mother and brother claimed to be out too. They'd already burned through Zeke's casino win, so one of them would have to find a way to score. Maybe it was better if they didn't, though. Her baby needed her.

She wrapped the child in a dirty towel, swaddling it like she'd seen on one of those baby shows. She hadn't expected to love it so fiercely. The baby had big eyes, and now and then she would open them and look up at Jordan, as if to say, "So you're the one who's supposed to protect me?"

The door to her bedroom burst open, and Jordan's mother, eyes dancing with drug-induced wildness, swooped in with sheets in her hand. She must have been holding out on Jordan. She had a secret stash of dope somewhere that she didn't want to share.

"Up, up, up," she said with trembling energy. "Come on, baby, you've made a mess. Now let's clean it up."

Since when did her mother care about neatness? Rotten dishes festered in every room, and garbage spilled over on the floors. "Mom, I have to get the baby to the hospital. She's not acting right, and I don't know about the cord."

Her mother leaned over the baby, stared down at her with hard, steel-gray eyes. "Looks fine to me. I've called the Nelsons. They'll be here soon. They're anxious to get their baby."

The Nelsons? No, this wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Her mother released the fitted sheet from the corners of one side of the mattress and pulled it up, clearly trying to roll them both out. Jordan braced herself. "Stop! Mom, I can't."

"Get up," her mother said, clapping. "Come on. We've got to get the little thing cleaned up before its mommy and daddy come. If they come back here I don't want them to see these sheets."

"Mom — you don't get to pick her parents!" Jordan got up, clutching the baby. Blood rushed from her head, blotches blurring her vision. "I've worked it all out with the adoption agency. I'll call them and tell them —"

Her mother's face hardened even more, all her wrinkles from hard living starkly visible now. "It's a done deal, darlin'. Baby, we have to do this. It's great for our family! This is the whole reason we let you leave rehab early."

"It's not the reason you gave me, Mom. You said you missed me, that I needed my mama while I was pregnant. But it was all a lie."

Her mother snapped the sheets. "Forty thousand dollars, baby. Do you know how much ice that'll buy?"

"Just take her to the hospital to make sure she's all right. Then we can talk about who —"

"No!" her mother bellowed, and the baby jerked and started to cry.

Jordan pulled the baby's head up to her shoulder and rubbed her back. She was so tiny, just a little ball. Her arms and legs thrashed, as if she protested her birth into the wrong family.

"Its new parents can take it to the hospital," her mother said.

"Not it — her!" How could her mother talk about her as if she were an object? "And they're not her parents. I don't know them. They're not on the list the agency gave me."

Her mother flung the soiled sheets into a corner. The blood had seeped through and stained the mattress. "Look what you did, you piece of trash! Bleeding all over the mattress."

"If you'd taken me to the hospital —"

"To do what? Let them arrest you because you were high as a kite while you were giving birth to that kid? Let them arrest me? I'm on probation. You know they can't see me like this. And you're fifteen. They might have taken you away from me, put you into foster care. Then where would you be? Or they could take the baby away and put it into foster care. Then we got nothing to show for it. I ain't gonna let that happen."

Jordan squeezed her eyes shut. If she'd only stayed in rehab, under the protective wings of New Day.

She felt dizzy, weak, but as she held the baby, her mother threw the clean sheets at her. "Put these on the bed. But first get that stain out of the mattress."

"Mom ... I need some things." She kept her voice low. "Something to dress her in. Some diapers. Bottles."

"You can nurse her until they take her. I'm not putting one penny into this. They're paying me!" She yanked the baby out of Jordan's arms. "I'll hold it while you change the bed."

Jordan hesitated, uneasy about the fragile baby in the hands of a wild woman who didn't know her own drug-induced strength.

"Do it!" her mother screamed.

Again, the baby let out a terrified howl. Jordan took her back. "I will, Mom," she said softly. "Just let me put the baby down."

Breathing hard, her mother watched as Jordan laid the baby on the floor and tried to make her comfortable. Then Jordan got a towel and blotted at the blood stain on the mattress, watching the baby from the corner of her eye.

She couldn't get the stain out, so she grabbed the new sheets and tossed them over the mattress. Out of sight, out of mind, she hoped. As she worked, she panted, fighting dizziness. Her bones ached, and she shivered with chills, though her skin was damp with perspiration.

"Now clean the kid up. I want it to make a good impression. Wish she was a blonde. They pay more for blondes."

Jordan tried one last time. "Don't you think she'll look better to that couple if she's dressed? They're not gonna want to take her without a diaper or outfit. Get Zeke to go and get her some things."

Her mother hesitated, then walked out. A few minutes later, Jordan heard her shrieking at her brother. After a loud exchange, the front door slammed.

Jordan's hands trembled as she picked up the baby and wrapped her in the towel again. These people her mother had found to take the baby — how did they even know Jordan's mother and brother, who only hung out with losers and convicts? Forty thousand dollars was a lot of money. Maybe it meant they were desperate for a child and would be good parents.

But something about this whole scheme stank. She couldn't let it happen.

The baby's crying grew louder, then silenced as her little body arched and jerked. Was this a seizure? Panic drove Jordan to the window. She'd have to climb out with the baby and get to the car. But Zeke had taken it.

Jordan dragged a chair to the window. When Zeke came back, maybe she could make her escape. Her child's whole life hung on the frayed cord of a lot of maybes. And she knew from past experience that maybes never worked out in her favor.

Chapter Two

Looks like we've got a newbie," Lance Covington told his mother as they pulled into the parking lot at New Day Treatment Center.

Barbara glanced at the teenaged girl getting out of the car next to them. Her eyes were puffy from crying, and she looked as if her life was over. Her parents seemed even more distraught. Even from inside her car, Barbara sensed the tension rippling between the girl and her parents as they got her suitcase out of the trunk.

Barbara remembered that first day of Emily's treatment like it was last week, rather than a whole year ago. At least they'd found a place right here in their hometown, Jefferson City, so Barbara and Lance could visit every weekend. Though Emily had realized she needed help and gone to the teen treatment center voluntarily, Barbara had still battled crushing feelings of grief.

She'd taken Emily in with all the belongings they had so carefully packed to make her comfortable for a year's stay. The counselor examined every item to make certain no drugs were hidden away. Every container was opened, every pocket checked. And she paid careful attention to linings and hems, common hiding places of addicts.

The shakedown exposed a pack of cigarettes hidden in a pocket of one of Emily's sweaters. At least it wasn't drugs, but the small infraction disheartened Barbara enough to make her doubt Emily's sincerity.

"Mom, I'm giving up everything," Emily told her. "I thought a cigarette now and then would help ease me in."

Emily's explanation hadn't made Barbara feel better. What else had she sneaked in?

Doris, the intake counselor, seemed undaunted — she just tossed the cigarettes in the trash and kept paring Emily's belongings down to what would fit in a small plastic bin. When she finished weeding out the things Emily couldn't keep, Doris helped Barbara return them to her car. As she'd driven away that first day, Barbara had wept with worry over her daughter's plight. Most eighteen-year-old girls didn't have to give up a year of their lives to fight a battle raging inside them.

But now, a year later, Barbara knew it had all been worth it.

She wanted to tell those parents bringing their distraught daughter in today that it would be all right, that there was light at the end of their dark tunnel. That the year would fly by faster than they could imagine. That miracles happened here.

But telling them those things wouldn't assuage their pain. The decision to check their child into a year-long program couldn't have been easy, and it didn't come without guilt and feelings of failure.

Barbara and Lance got out of their car and reached the main building before the fragile family did, so she opened the door for them and offered a reassuring smile. The sound of singing came from the main room, and all three newcomers looked toward it.

"It's the choir," Barbara said. "They sound beautiful, don't they?"

The girl nodded and tossed her hair back from her face, as if she wanted to look her best if any of the girls caught a glimpse of her. "I didn't expect to hear singing," she said.

The song ended as they walked into the foyer. Beyond the doors to the left, the girls in the main room erupted in laughter. Barbara looked for Emily and saw her sitting on the edge of a table, surrounded by friends. She looked so healthy, so well. So unlike her appearance when they'd brought her in a year ago.

Barbara smiled at the new girl's mother. "They laugh a lot here."

Her words, meant to reassure the grieving mother, did nothing to change her expression. To this woman, days of laughter probably seemed far into the future — maybe even a hopeless dream.

"Man, I'm gonna miss this place," Lance said.

Barbara chuckled and glanced at her gangly son, who'd grown four inches in the last year. "Where else do you have so many adoring fans?"

He laughed and regarded the new girl. "What are you in for? Wait, don't tell me — pills, right?"

"Lance!" Horrified, Barbara turned to the girl and her parents. "I'm so sorry."

The girl looked down at her feet.

"Hey, no offense, okay?" Lance said. "I didn't mean anything bad."

Barbara touched his shoulder. "Just ... don't talk."

He started to say something, and she put her hand over his mouth, eyes flashing. "Nothing!"

Lance shut up.

The receptionist wasn't at her desk, so they all stood there awkwardly for a moment, no one speaking. Finally, the girl looked back at Lance. "They let guys go here?"

"No, just girls on this campus. The boys' campus is across town. My sister's here. I visit every Saturday. This your first time in rehab?"

Again, Barbara wanted to slap him. "Lance, that's enough."

"What?" he asked. "I'm just having a conversation."

"It's none of your business."

The girl studied her feet again. This time her mother spoke. "It's not her first time."

"First time to stay for a whole year," the girl muttered with disgust. "Last time was only a month."

Lance had never been more chatty. "A month won't cut it," he said. "Takes at least a year for a brain to unfry."

Barbara covered her face and groaned.

The girl's cheekbones reddened, but she forced a smile. "It's okay."

"I'm just sayin', it's good here. Not like jail or anything. My sister hasn't hated it."

Barbara wanted to tell them that New Day had given her her daughter back when she'd almost despaired over Emily's future. But not now — this family was probably seething over Lance's lack of tact.

The receptionist came to her desk and slid the glass back from the window. Smiling, she said, "Hi, are you the Beattys?"

"Yes," the mother said.

"Good. And you're Tammy?"

The girl nodded glumly.

"Nice to meet you. Come on back and we'll get you started."

As the girl's father opened the door to the counseling hallway, Tammy turned back to Lance. "See ya."

"Yeah, hang in there, okay? Food's good."

When the door closed, Barbara turned on her son. "What is wrong with you?" "I was just trying to make her feel better."

"By asking what drugs she's addicted to?"

"Well, it's not like it's a big secret, Mom. She's checking into rehab."

"She's fragile, Lance, and so is her family. You shouldn't have interrogated her."

"Which one of us did she say 'see ya' to? You or me?"

"And that tells you what?" Barbara asked.

"That she liked me. That she wasn't ticked."

Barbara blew out a sigh. "Just ... if you see them again, please don't ask her questions like that. And keep your comments about fried minds to yourself. Like you're the expert, all of a sudden."

"Hey, I went to family counseling."

Barbara almost wished she hadn't dragged him there with her. The cliché was true. A little knowledge could be a dangerous thing.

The receptionist returned and nodded to Barbara and Lance. "You guys can come on back too. Esther will be right in."

Barbara thanked her and they stepped through the door. The Beattys stood at the end of the hall, waiting to talk to Doris, the admissions counselor. Doris was tough as nails. Barbara hoped her manner didn't make the new family feel worse, especially when they began the shakedown. The girl would be frazzled by the time she was shown to the Phase 1 orientation area where she would begin detox.

Barbara said a silent prayer that the girl would hang in there and that her parents would feel relief instead of fear on their drive home.

When they were settled in the office, Esther, Emily's counselor, came in, holding a mug of coffee. "We're so excited about Emily's graduation," she said. "It's a huge accomplishment to stay the full year. I worry so much about the ones who don't. We had one walk out just this week, and she was a very tough case. Broke my heart. I have a really bad feeling about her."

"Who was it?" Lance asked.

Esther shot him a grin. "Lance, you know the confidentiality rules. I can't talk about it. But we're thrilled when the others see one like Emily get to the finish line. It reminds them that they can do it too." Setting her mug down, she opened a file, pulled out several papers. "Are you ready to have her home?"


Excerpted from Vicious Cycle by Terri Blackstock Copyright © 2011 by Terri Blackstock. Excerpted by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4.5
( 66 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star


4 Star


3 Star


2 Star


1 Star


Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation


  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing all of 8 Customer Reviews
  • Posted April 4, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    A book of drug abuse, baby selling and murder

    Life is a vicious cycle in the life of drug uses. When the mother stays high on drugs and has a baby or a child is raised in that home then it goes on with the new generation doing the same thing they grow up with. This is the case of Jordan a fifteen year old girl that uses drug so much and she just became a mother of a baby girl. Jordan's mother and brother both live with her and they would not stay sober long enough to take the girl to a hospital, so Jordan had to deliver her own baby.

    But this book is more about another family that tries to help Jordan. Barbara has a daughter "Emily" that was a drug user and is now in a place "New Day" where they keep them for a year so that the drugs can get out of their systems. She also has a fifteen year old son "Lance" and this is where they had met Jordan, as she was there for a while but decided to leave and went right back to the old life style she was in.

    Lance enjoys going to visit his sister as he like to tease and talk to the girls there but he also was one that had turned down drugs and liked to help people. Barbara had raised her children in a Christian home as she was a widow and she had a hard time trying to raise them. money wise.

    I would have loved to have been able to read the first books as I am sure they tell more about how the drug lords drag the young people into the life of abusing their bodies and minds with drugs. This is the first book that I have read that really made you feel as though you were living the life of these people and it make you see how easy it is for even your child can get into the habit of drugs.

    Terri does a wonderful job with this book as she does all that she writes.

    I was given a complimentary copy of this book from the author in exchange for posting my review from Christian Review of Books.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted March 6, 2012

    A page turner that held me captive throughout. An extremely deta

    A page turner that held me captive throughout. An extremely detailed account of drug use and the influence it has on lives.

    This 2nd book focuses on the difficult cycle addicts find themselves in, especially if born into that environment. It especially details how difficult it is to break that cycle and what might trigger an addict to return to that life.

    Suspenseful situations that bring our characters to the brink of death throughout the book keep you reading.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted February 2, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    I love this author and all of her books. Intervention is a great mystery series that is Christian based. It follows the lives of those struggling with addition, both the addicts and families that love them. It is well worth the buy!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted April 26, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    Vicious Cycle by Terri Blackstock

    Just days before Emily Covington graduates from New Day, a drug recovery program, another member of the program drops out. Lance tries to help, and ends up finding a newborn baby in the backseat of a car. He is then thrown into a world where he is charged with kidnapping and he is faced with the harsh reality of addicts. Kent Harlan rushes to the Covington's aid, but it will take more than him and the Covingtons to stop the vicious cycle.

    Unfortunately, I was very busy when I read this book, and was therefore unable to read the book in three days and thus no 3D rating. I can say, however, that this book was almost impossible to put down and I had to pry it out of my own hands. The book is cleverly laced with suspense and pulls you into the world of drugs. I loved the perspective given from the book, and I think it very realistically displayed the harsh reality of drugs.

    Shown throughout is how Christians should act, and just how far one might go for another. I loved this book and it is just as good or better than Intervention. Great work, Terri!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted March 29, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    Suspense Ripped from Todays Headlines

    Terri Blackstock pens a compelling novel depicting the epidemic young people are faced with today. I was thankful to receive a review copy of this dramatic, suspenseful story that could be taken from headlines today.

    Crystal meth devastates more than the addicts' body it also destroys everything the addict touches. Edith appreciated her mom and her brother Lance's support this year as she tried to get off a drug that controlled everything about her and learn how to make it in the world clean and sober. Her demons had laid low at New Hope regeneration center. She could be fooled to think they were gone for good; she knew better. Biggest thing she learned was that she needed God's help more than ever. Graduation day was near and returning to familiar stomping grounds terrified her.

    Edith prayed for a girl she met at New Hope named Jill. She was pregnant, 15 years old, and addicted to Crystal Meth. She left the center one day and never came back. Edith liked Jill and could see how she was distracted by her addict brother and mom who didn't want her to get well.

    Jill got high the day she got home. Her mom gave her some drugs to relieve the pain. She was in so much pain and there were blood on her sheets. What was happening to her? She focuses on the bed and sees a little baby. Her baby! She wraps it up on a town and calls for her mom who used to be a nurse. She begs to be brought to the hospital! Her mom refuses and tells her not to worry!

    As soon as Jill looks into the eyes of this beautiful baby her heart wells up with love and she desires to do more for her than her own mother. She thought of New Hope and the help she would need to break the vicious cycle her family has been on. She hoped for a way to save her baby from the horrific life she's lived.

    Terri Blackstock reveals the realistic side of being an addict, and what it takes to break free of the addicted life. Shattering the cycle of addiction takes a supporting family, support group and most of all a personal relationship with Jesus. Terri Blackstock does a brilliant job of getting into the heart and mind of a user and how the drug controls them in every way. I like how this author doesn't leave the reader there in despair but shows there is hope in the middle of what seems an impossible situation. The addict and their family can celebrate recovery one day at a time with God's help. This is a powerful book. I highly recommend reading this series! I'm looking forward to reading Terri's next book.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted March 19, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    Not all cycles are easy to break free from.

    She was selfish, like all active drug users. She only cared about herself and getting the next high. Whatever she had to do, whoever she had to sell out, however she had to lie, she would. He'd learned all about it - their need to lie and steal to get drugs to numb the pain.

    But the lying and stealing lead to more problems and more pain, so they needed more drugs to feel better. And that meant more lies and stealing. More problems. More cravings for drugs. It was a vicious cycle that took miracles to break (pg 91)

    Emily Covington knows all about that cycle. She's spent the last year trying to break free from the cravings that have held her prisoner. She knows she has to lose contact with all her old friends once she is released from New Day, a rehabilitation center for girls who need to break free from their addictions. Her mom, Barbara has been hanging on as long as she can after losing her husband and is just beginning to break free from her own vicious cycle and learning to trust love again.

    However when her brother Lance finds himself with a baby that was born to another drug addicted mother he was trying to help, he finds himself involved in a cycle that may prove one that no of them can break free from.

    I received the book, Vicious Cycle by Terri Blackstock, compliments of Christian Fiction Blog Alliance for my honest review and could NOT put it down until I finished that final page at 1:40am. It's that great. Spell-binding, edge of your seat, can't put it down, great!!! This one easily rates a 5 out of 5 stars for its exceptional way to capture your heart and brace for impact. For anyone looking for a great read, this one hands down will do it! This is the second book in the Intervention series.

    This book is available as a paperback and eBook format.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted January 3, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    exciting inspirational thriller

    While nineteen years old teenager Emily Covington completes her year long stay in rehab thanks to the Intervention of her mother Barbara and her fifteen year old brother Lance, another teenage meth user Jordan gives birth to a daughter in her home. Jordan hates herself as she was too high to go to a hospital and has spent nine months buying meth instead of vitamins. To her chagrin her mom sold "it" for forty thousand dollars. Although afraid of her mom and her brother Zeke, Jordan leaves her newborn in the car belonging to Lance who has been trying to help her kick her meth habit.

    When confronted by her dangerous family, Jordan accuses Lance of kidnapping her daughter. The cops arrest Lance. A desperate Barbara, preoccupied with Emily coming home, asks Atlanta police detective Kent Harlan who she met during her daughter's Intervention, what she should do. He says he is coming to Jefferson City to help her and her son. Kent drops everything even a case he is working on to fly immediately to the woman he loves.

    The second Intervention Christian thriller is an action-packed tale that looks deeply at the impact of drug abuse on the user and their families as well as what happens after an extended rehab; to a lesser degree there is also a glimpse into illegal human trafficking. Some of the action is over the top of Kennesaw Mountain especially how easily Kent leaves Atlanta and gets to Jefferson City (without beam me up technology). Still, fans will enjoy Terri Blackstock's Covington family drama as the widow must think she is a modern day Job because of all that has happened since her husband died yet she keeps the faith. This author has written some of the best inspirational thriller books of the last decade.

    Harriet Klausner

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

Sort by: Showing all of 8 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)