Don't Forget Steven by P.D. Workman

He never told what went on behind closed doors. But this time, he can’t remember.

Don't forget steven

Things never have been easy for Steven. He accepts that, and just makes the best of things. He might not have parents or a happy home. Or enough to eat most days. But at least he has a couple of loyal friends who stand by him and help out when they can. At least he has school, someplace he can go to escape the abuse.

But just when he thought things couldn’t get much worse, they did.

Steven is accused of murder. But that isn’t the worst part. The really bad part is not even knowing if he did it.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I enjoy novels about adolescents and I am certainly glad I read this one. It grabbed my attention immediately and got me involved… I am happy to award this novel 5 stars.

Award-winning and USA Today bestselling author P.D. Workman brings you a gritty tale of suspense that will keep you on the edge of your seat and rooting for Steven right to the last page. 

— I couldn't stop reading 

— The chilling tale of domestic violence and Steven's struggle to overcome his traumatic experiences, "Don’t Forget Steven" is a fast-paced, compelling read that keeps the reader on the edge from beginning to end

— An interesting and insightful peek into Steven's life and what it is like to be abused... I really loved this book and would read it again.

Genre: JUVENILE FICTION / Social Issues / Physical & Emotional Abuse

Secondary Genre: JUVENILE FICTION / Social Issues / Depression & Mental Illness

Language: English

Keywords: physical abuse, sexual abuse, boys, men, social issues, friendship, murder, police, suspense

Word Count: 55000

Sales info:

New release, a few reviews on Goodreads, 5 star average

Sample text:

Steven stood outside the house for a moment before going in. The house was quiet, no yelling or loud music or TV going on. Jack’s bike and Russ’s car were both parked in the driveway, so they, at least, were home. It was starting to get dark out, and Steven was confronted by his reflection in the glass of the door before opening it. Tall for his age, too skinny, his mop of dark hair just a little too long and unruly, and dark eyes that even startled him with their intensity sometimes when he caught a glimpse of himself. Steven let his breath out slowly, and resolutely opened the door and walked in. 

No matter whether he went in through the front door or the back—and he always used the back—he had to walk through the living room to reach the hall to the bedrooms. Which meant that he was always exposed, for a few seconds at least, as he skirted the edge of the living room before he could get to the safety of his room. Steven treaded silently across the sticky floor of the kitchen in his worn sneakers, and peered nervously into the living room. The glow of the TV filled the room with a flickering, bluish light and dramatic music. Not a wild or violent movie, something quieter, probably some kind of porn. He couldn’t see Russ’s chair from the kitchen, but he could see Jack on the couch, deep in a make-out session with a girl. That was a good sign. If they both had girls, they’d probably leave Steven alone. The girl’s cheap perfume drifted all the way to the kitchen, making him want to gag.

Steven swallowed hard and dropped his eyes to his scuffed, holey shoes as he walked swiftly through the room. He hoped that if their eyes didn’t meet, he would remain unobtrusive, not attract any attention. He hoped they would only go on with what they were doing and leave him alone. 

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