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As I prepare for the August 21 release, I am really grateful for those who have take the time to read and let me know what they thought of Like Shards of Glass. Today, I will be sharing a few of the advanced reviews … Don’t forget to preorder your copy here: **

Like Shards of Glass

Andria (Military Spouse Book Review)

What a story! — very well-written. Much deeper and more psychological than I had expected! I am about 180 pages in and very curious to see where this all is going to go.  😉


Ava Easterby

“Shards of Glass is Ramsey’s most beautifully written novel to date. But don’t let the beauty of her prose fool you – this is not a happy novel full of happy characters. The word that comes to mind is “volatile.” The characters are volatile, their pasts are volatile, and the situation is volatile. These elements combine to create a roiling cesspool of emotions that leave the reader wincing as they wait for it all to boil over.
I have to admit the characters in Shards are not likable. Monroe and Dominique have a constant push-and-pull relationship that will make you want to slap them both, and Karter, Monroe’s son, stubbornly conceals his feelings about everything. But it wouldn’t be a RH Ramsey novel if you didn’t go through an array of grunts, sighs, and face-palms, and, at this point, I wouldn’t expect anything less.”


Barbara Goldie (formerly a reviewer with ‘The Kindle Review’)

  R H Ramsey can certainly tell a story.  Her characters are so well drawn and I really thought Munroe and Dominique and the other characters came to life on the page.  Issues that are normally skirted around are dealt with head on but sensitively, and the storylines show that she has carried out wide ranging research before embarking on the novel. The plot lines are well written and very true to life.  The descriptions are very detailed and capture the scene vividly in the readers head.  Lines like ‘The silence was cold, creating an ice surface on every wall, giving myself, my boys, and anyone who visited, frostbite’ stay in the mind long after the story has ended.  The descriptions also create a great sense of time and place and combined with the gritty dialogue, which splits up the text nicely, present a well crafted story.   Best wishes Barbara Shards promo 4 ***   Like Shards of Glass by R.H. Ramsey   Publication Date: TBD   In one fell swoop, Monroe’s husband devastated her. In a shooting rampage he took several innocent lives including three of her sons. Involving herself with a 24-year-old is perhaps not her best option especially when her surviving son needs her so desperately. “Like Shards of Glass” is a tale of love, loss, betrayal and murder.   shards promo 1 The author, R.H. Ramsey, gave me a copy of this novel in exchange for my review.     Ramsey said that “Like Shards of Glass” was a short story that took on a life of its own. In reading this story, I wondered where she planned to stop. Any missing piece of this emotional and tragic tale would have been a loss. Ramsey alternates POV between Monroe, the twenty-four year old Dominique and Monroe’s surviving son, Karter. The first hand tale of each player gives us his or her perspective on his or her past and present and soul deep fears and sorrow. As usual with Ramsey’s work, the inner workings of the characters are profound and perhaps rather inevitable. “Like Shards of Glass” takes Ramsey into the thriller genre illustrating that this author clearly owns whatever she wants to write.   Monroe is a deeply complex character. She was trapped in a relationship with a man on the edge and when he cracked, he did it in the most devastating way possible. Monroe’s curse is that Carter left her to live. She, in a lot of ways, has given up and Domnique is her enabler in the quest of forgetting. She’s on board for alcohol, drugs and sex. Whatever makes her forget works for this character. Monroe skates the thin line between sex, drugs and danger for the rare chance to feel something. Dominque describes her as a butterfly, which is descriptive of her characters interaction in the story itself.   Karter is bred in a family whose daily life is violence. His father, Carter, lost mental footholds and Karter knew early on that he was losing himself. In a flashback scene, Carter humiliates his son in front ofrelatives and friends and Karter punishes those bystanders for being there when the embarrassment happens. Monroe is horrified by Carter holds her back laughing off the violence. This scene especially defines what the character becomes for the reader and what he struggles to fight. Ramsey sets a character for us that could truly go either way and in so doing sets a tense feel. This is an author who writes for her story and takes drastic risks that won’t appeal to all audiences but readers cannot deny are brilliantly reasoned and plotted.   In common with Ramsey’s other work is that this story provides character studies of its subjects. These are wholly developed characters with defined dysfunction.  None of the focal characters are good for each other and within their experiences together they either grow of refine their inability to come together as a viable support system.   As always, Ramsey gives us characters that we could be passing in daily life. It is not difficult to imagine Keith Morrison of Dateline giving the background of this story in his dramatic cadence and intonation. I have always been a fan of this author but the development of the plot is an uncharacteristic delight.  I love psychological thrillers and “Like Shards of Glass” is such extremes of the human experience and general engaging dysfunction that I would mark this novel at the top the genre. Rabid Readers Reviews  *** Shards promo 5 LIKE SHARDS OF GLASS RH RAMSEY (READ MAR 15, 2014) Beauty in pain is how I would briefly describe this novel. Tragedy clouds the entire story and I found myself on edge trying to figure out how all of these characters were going to cope or explode. The lead character of Monroe haunted me from her first scene and continues to haunt me long after I read the book. How do you survive the worst thing that has ever happened to you? That is what I constantly asked myself as the book and her pain was laid before us like a beautiful tapestry. So many aspects of her are shattered and although she is trying to pull them together you can easily see that the deck is stacked against her. The characters of Dominique and Karter remind me of two sides of the same coin. Both trying to prove themselves in very different ways. Both labeled by the women that influence and control them even though they are desperate to be their own men. Dominique appealed to me because even though he is strong he has a vulnerability you don’t often see in men. I gave this book 5 stars because even the satellite characters were interesting and an integral part of the plot. I was left fulfilled and sated with this tale and hopeful that if there is a continuation it will further project the mastery that the author has displayed in this first foray into these characters lives. Author Andrea Cunningham



  “Life runs rampant and parallel to fragile in another thoughtful read by RH Ramsey. Its a slow walk from edge of insanity and back against the wall fight for control and power. How do you pretend all is normal when you are the family of a murderer? Like Shards of Glass is essentially the story of two surviving members of a family, torn apart by the mortally destructive act of one selfish person. They must try to find love and respect for each other as the fragments of what remains, crumbles around them. Ramsey, as usual, adds so many layers to her tale, and dark tunnels to climb out, that you are constantly entertained and surprised by the weaving together of each character’s representation in the drama. A highly recommended read.”– Ey Wade


The scariest aspect of this book is not the glimpse of the horror that sent this woman and all in her periphery spiraling out of control, it is not the documented abuse that made her doubt herself, her sanity or her self-worth. It is the intimate look at the ever-linked travelers on the path to self-destruction, examining their links, their choices, even the cobbled moments which define that path. Three will go down that road of despair, obsession and addiction. How many will return? ~ Inknbeans Press Like Shards of Glass now available for Preorder



1. I was very inspired by thoughts as simple and terrifying as: We are all potentially one step away from losing it all, one bad choice from addiction, one bad day away from losing ourselves.

2. I kept James Blake, ‘Retrograde’, and James Blake,’Case of you’, on repeat. There were a handful of artists, including Miguel and Raised by Swans, but for some reason, these two songs were at the top of my list.


3. I love TCM, love classic movies, and I watched a lot of black and white films around the time I began writing this book. Why were they inspiring? Well, because many of my more intimate scenes were conceptualized  wanting to create something that was not forced, but was felt — because of anticipation and leaving things to the imagination.

In classic movies, if there was intimacy, viewers were drawn in, aware of what happened, and blushed as the scene faded to black. Then, the unmade bed, disheveled hair, and morning after, made it quite evident what had happened. Again, this inspired me to write intimate scenes that were slow-building and sensual, but not egregious or offensive.

4. Since my first two published novels were written a decade ago, I wanted to give readers a different side of me. I was also really excited to apply what I have learned over the past two years.

I drew inspiration from one of my newer novels, unpublished, which also involves addiction and co-dependence, and planned to write a short story. As I wrote it, I realized that maybe it would be a novella. But instead, Like Shards of Glass became a novel (I think it’s a bit on the short side.)

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Hello, all! I don’t know about you, but I’m not a big fan of small talk … so, let’s just get right to it. Here’s the promo video for Like Shards of Glass:

“I don’t mean he was bad to you,” Karter swallowed hard. “I just mean, there were times when, I didn’t get why you stayed. When he came back – after the bombings, there were times when I hated you for letting him be the way he was. Like you were invisible. So that meant, he expected you to be invisible to me. Making me have to tell him to acknowledge you, your questions, things you’d do.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” Karter rubbed his beard. “Forget it. Just eat your food. Don’t want you to lose any more weight.”

“So you saw it all?”

Why did I sound so surprised?

“Please eat, Mom.”

“Did he, you know, keep you from me, Karter?”

Staring down at the table, then up at me, my son, the full-sized man, softened. His posture, his gaze, even the way he stretched out his arms, shifted. I had my answer.

“After it happened – after what he did, you went AWOL. You came back with a broken hand. What happened to your hand? Where did you go?”

“I don’t remember.” His eyes fell as he shook his head adamantly. He was far too adamant.

“No, no, no, don’t shut down on me, Karter. What happened?”

“I honestly don’t remember.”

“Two weeks you were nowhere to be found. Tell me. Tell me what did you do?”

“Do?” His eyes met mine with a deep confusion. “What do you think I am? What do you mean what did I do?”

“It’s not what you are. It’s what you’re capable of.”

“One time. One time I get a little angry, this is what you – you don’t trust me at all to be a human being. You think I’m him. Admit it.”

I skirted his accusation, just as he was skirting mine. “You lie to me. How can I trust you? You’ve always lied to me…”

Karter nodded and his eyes filled with tears. “He taught me to lie to you.”

Scooting my chair closer to his, I took his hand. “Where did you go for those two weeks?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t believe you, Kar –”

“It scares me. All right? Trying to remember. Because I don’t wanna know what I…” His hand trembled as he pulled away from me. “I don’t wanna know.”

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Character Names

1. Monroe Song-Helt

The name Monroe was not a difficult one. It simply came to me before I began jotting down notes. However, Monroe’s husband’s last name, Helt, took a bit of thought. It was originally Song, and a few chapters into writing, I wanted to keep Song as Monroe’s maiden name, and felt the need to change her husband’s name.

After a bit of research, I discovered Helt, which is Danish for hero. Once you read a bit about Monroe’s husband and son, and the way their perception of themselves as heroes, clashes with who they truly are, you will understand a bit more.

2. Dominique

I went back and forth with myself about naming my main male character Dominique. There was a certain irony in that once or twice, he was nicknamed “Dom,” which reminds me of dominance – a trait this character hardly possessed.

I cannot remember how or when or why the name stuck, but I considered changing the spelling. In the end, I stuck with Dominique, because I really wanted to emphasize the “ique” sound, with no confusion with the “ick” sound.

3. Karter

This name is a pretty simple choice. It, like Monroe, came to me in the brainstorming process. I wanted a name that was simple, with a somewhat interesting spelling. Also, Karter’s father is named Carter. With a variation of the spelling, it added to the chaos that was often felt by a son who was trapped in his own mind, fighting with the gruesome legacy his father had left behind.

4. Jasmine “James”

The character, Jasmine James, was considered a bit of a tomboy in one scene, then in the next, she was described as regal and poised. I enjoyed created a young woman who was not afraid to change her mind, state her opinion, restore cars with her father, or work alongside the callous Monroe Song.

5. Monroe and Karter changed their last name  …

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” I sat at the kitchen table staring at my plate, wondering why I was there. It crossed my mind several times that no one could see me. They were all carrying on, eating, conversing, as if I had left the room, because I had made myself evaporate into thin air.

God, please, give me some wine and a bed, and I could make it to tomorrow.

Force me to sit and smile and listen and be, I would only cower away like demons to light.

“Mom,” Karter whispered. He gestured toward some dinner guest – a man whose name I had forgotten.

Mom. I hated that word.” (Like Shards of Glass)


Like Shards of Glass

Like Shards of Glass:

Beauty, pain, drugs, sex: repeat. Monroe Song, who considers herself nothing more than the wife of a terrorist, is struggling, failing, and drowning, trying to find her place in a world that has left her at the brink of insanity: Her husband, Carter, has opened fire at a mental health facility, before turning the ruthless gun on his sons, then himself.

Emptied wine bottles, and pills which bring her no relief or comfort, drive Monroe into the arms of Dominique, a man half her age, who offers her the perfect anecdote for her brokenness.

Monroe’s oldest son, Karter, once idolized his father. Karter is now haunted by his father’s face, words, and the massacre that is now his family legacy. 

If Karter’s hero is a monster, a terrorist, who brutally murdered innocent people, what does that make Karter? 

How can Monroe and Karter move forward when life has forgotten them? Then, again, with everything so distorted, why not spiral with the storm?

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Every now and then, I have to go back to the root of it all.

Why do I spend so much time on something that most would deem silly? How can I put so much into something that may not be … meant to be? Who do I think I am, to believe I could make it as an author, when no one knows who I am, there are so many writers just as, if not much more talented? Who do I think I am, the quiet girl, the introvert, with only less than a handful of people who have time to support this dream that I call my purpose? Just what type of person is crazy enough to put it all out there, keep trying, seeking feedback, hitting doors, hitting walls, picking herself up, and going right back into the unknown — that would be me. And any author (any artist, really) will tell you, it is so difficult, so humbling, so easy to quit, so easy to believe the naysayers, and those who say nothing at all as they, behind smiling eyes, wait for you to plummet.

I have to go back to the root of it all. Why do I spend so much time on something that very well could be … a dead end?

For those who feel caged in, and believe there is no way out, that it will never get better. For those who wake up every morning bruised, and go to bed sore, and out of shame, they don’t say a word to anyone. For those who live a silent battle that no one can see, that no one would believe. No one would believe that their life slips away with every moment … every invisible wound. For anyone who’s said no one understands, no one cares, no one is coming to save me. Anybody who’s been told, either aloud, or through the whispers of their own inner demons, that no one is coming to help. For that girl who has typed “lol” with tears in her eyes. For that girl who’s joked about it, but no one knew, she’d thought about it on lonely nights. She’d planned it all out in her head, and even as she joked, she meant it. For that guy who’s searching the bottom of an empty bottle — hurting himself, hurting others, breaking down, falling a part, giving in, but still fighting. For that guy who has replied “fine,” then gone home, and ended it all.

I have to remind myself, that although I may not reach millions, I might reach a few. That it’s bigger than likes, follow, comments, and shares. I have to remind myself. I have to remember why I am that type of person who is crazy enough to put it all out there, keep trying, seeking feedback, hitting doors, hitting walls, picking herself up, and going right back into the unknown. And I can never say never, but for now, I won’t quit.