Saturday Book Showcase: Mazie Baby

Mazie BabyMazie Baby
by Julie Frayn
5.0 avg rating from 6 reviews
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Mazie Reynolds has moxie from the top of her bruised face to the tip of her broken wrist. She married a man she adored, and who adored her in return. But over fourteen years, her happy marriage soured with each new beating.

When his attentions shift to their twelve-year-old daughter, Mazie knows it’s time to get the hell out. She hatches a plan to escape. But can she outwit the man she vowed to obey until death do they part?


A key scratched in the front door lock. Her heart leapt into her throat and she held her breath.


Mazie exhaled and gripped her mug of cold coffee with both hands. “In the kitchen, bug.”

That evening, Ariel cleared the dinner dishes while Mazie put leftovers in the fridge. They chatted about school, about Polly, about anything except the hard realities of the past week, the evidence of it written all over Mazie’s bruised and cut face.

Mazie listened to Ariel make light of her day, her forced cheerfulness a poor imitation of a normal young girl. The false breeziness of the evening was cut short by a knock at the back door.

There he was again, ignoring police orders. Showing up unannounced. Uninvited.

“Mom, it’s Daddy.” Ariel stepped behind Mazie. “What do we do?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Should I call the police?”

“Not this time. It would only make him angry.”

She opened the door. “Why are you here?”

“I brought some things for you and Ariel.” He looked over Mazie’s head into the kitchen. “Hi, pumpkin. Daddy brought you something.”

Ariel froze in place, glanced at her mother then averted her eyes and stared at her feet.

A guilty ache jabbed Mazie’s heart. Ariel was mirroring her own actions, had probably seen Mazie in that same stance so many times. It was her coping mechanism. But she had no idea that Ariel was watching. Maybe it was ingrained in all women, that apologetic, guilty response. Even though they’d done nothing to deserve it. Hell, maybe it was genetic.

He arranged his shoes in their proper place, slipped his socked feet up the steps and dropped a grocery bag on the counter. The familiar clink of glass told her it was either beer or bourbon. Or both. Couldn’t he go one night without drinking? She had blamed much of the early abuse on the alcohol. It changed his personality, made him angry. Poisoned his spirit. But as the years wore on, he didn’t need booze to be abusive. Or maybe the alcohol was never cleansed from his system. He never gave it a chance to be.

He reached into the bag. There was a second of absolute stillness, anticipation for what he would pull out. Like a rapt audience waiting for the magician to pull a rabbit out of a hat, but then, ta-da! It’s a dove.

Mazie watched for the neck of the Jack Daniels bottle.

Ta-da! It was a small box. The kind that jewellery comes in.

He turned to Ariel and held it out to her. “Here, pumpkin. For you.”

Ariel shot a fleeting look at her mother, then raised her eyes to her father’s face but didn’t move, didn’t lift her head.

“It’s okay. Take it.” He didn’t take a step forward. It was as far as he ever went with conciliation. Hold out the carrot, have the abused make the first move.

Ariel inched around the table and held out her hand. He dropped it into her open palm. She opened it, and a subtle smile crossed her face.

Cullen plucked a delicate chain from the box, a cursive capital A dangling from it. “It’s gold. Big girl jewellery.” He undid the clasp and placed it around her neck. She pulled her hair out of the way while he did it up.

Ariel held the A in her fingers and ran her thumb over it. She grinned.

He stroked her hair. “Will you take care of it?”

She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” Ariel stepped forward and went to put her arms around his body, but only got her hands to his waist. She touched her head to his chest. Not the usual Ariel bear-hug. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

He hugged her hard and kissed the top of her head. His eyes glistened. But with what? Love? Relief? Or satisfaction that he’d perpetrated the same ruse with his daughter as he had with Mazie time and time again.

Did I hurt you? Here’s a piece of jewellery. Won’t happen again. Did I do it again? Here’s a bunch of flowers. Won’t happen again. It was your fault. You made me hit you, made me choke you, made me break your ribs. Will it happen again? Can’t make any promises.

It’s a lie! A trick! Don’t believe it Ariel! Mazie’s screams never left her mouth. How could she ruin her daughter’s moment? No matter how brief this respite from their normal lives would be?


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28 thoughts on “Saturday Book Showcase: Mazie Baby”

  1. Ooooo, Julie Frayn. That is a fabulous excerpt from Mazie Baby. Boy oh boy, you can really layer those tough words on page. They suck a reader in like a vacuum.
    Just great.

  2. Chilling sample, Julie. Well written, but chilled me to the bone. Wow. Such a powerful snippet. If only your message resonates. AVDA (Aid to Victims of Domestic Abuse) helped my youngest daughter escape her abuser. Now she speaks from time to time at fundraisers on their behalf. Talking about the abuse to other women empowers her. I applaud your courage at writing Mazie Baby. I can see I’ll have to read it in stages.

    Sharon Pennington

    1. Sharon, I’m so sorry that your daughter had to suffer through abuse. And so happy that she escaped. I’ll never understand it, that need to control, manipulate, harm. And someone you claim to love. Unfathomable.

  3. Your words were so well written that I could see the action, Julie. You’re very talented. I wish you all the best with this book and with your future.
    xo Mimi

  4. Reading about abuse is difficult; writing about it even harder–living with it, unimaginable. I give you a lot of credit, Julie, for tackling this emotionally-charged subject. You have more courage than I do!

    A very well-written, moving excerpt…

  5. Julie, this was such a powerful scene – powerful in both its subtlety and layers of whispered things to come. I have purchased your book and have been saving it as my read for an upcoming flight from Canada to Britain ( 9 hours) this Wednesday. I can hardly wait to dive into it!

    1. Thanks Dianne. Whispered things to come – I love that. Hope you enjoy. Not much else to do on a 9 hour flight than read! Have a great trip 🙂

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