Over 3,000 copies sold in Canada...Into its third printing! Get a copy for your library, a friend, a neighbour, a relative, a politician, a teenager, a young adult, a pro-choicer or encourage a pro lifer. The best news is that three babies have been saved that we know about due to this book.

It is an educational, eye-opener to what really happens in an abortion clinic. This true story candidly exposes the rhetoric and deception of this procedure. The purpose of this book is to warn women of the dangers and aftermath of abortion, proclaim the truth and save tiny precious human beings.

Purchase the book for: $14.95 or bulk orders from C. Reality Publishers of 6 copies or more at $7.00 each. Write P.O. Box 1167, Tumbler Ridge, B.C. V0C 2W0 or email dwmountenay@lycos.com

Book Reviews & Endorsements:

"Passion is a compelling and beautiful quality in story telling. 'FORGIVEN of murder' is packed with passion and it holds an important vision. Denise's true life drama of being on the front lines of the abortion debate is authentic and gripping. An important book to understand the dilemma of choice and the future of the unborn." Lorna Dueck Host of 100 Huntley Street and Listen Up TV.

"Denise's book, 'Forgiven of murder...A True Story' is a transparent account of Denise's own struggles with abortion in the past and a convincing argument for th cause against abortion. Dick & Joan Dewert, Founders/President of The Miracle Channel.

Excerpt from the book:

     Once again with a heavy heart, genuine tears streamed down my cheeks as I relived and retold my story.  This time it was in front of a Bio-Ethics class of College students in Edmonton,  Alberta.  Were they hearing my profound remorse?  Could they comprehend the truth, or were their minds so polluted with deception and preconceived ideas that it didn't matter?  Although difficult and humiliating for me, this testimony must be proclaimed.  It is a matter of life and death!  If  it makes the difference to save one life, it is worth it!

 We all have our own original life story.  Each journey includes times of joy, and times of despair, times of love and times of sorrow, times of euphoria and times of discouragement.  This is my unique story.

 A big hand pressed hard over my mouth.  Fear gripped me.  I couldn't scream; I could hardly breathe.   What was happening? I could feel the covers being roughly pulled down to my ankles.  Who was doing this?  A strange, naked heavy weight thumped down on top of me, forcing my legs apart.  I tried to scream while pushing against this oppressive heaviness.  With my heart racing, I struggled and squirmed against him, but it was no use.  He was much too strong.  I was helpless.  This is difficult for me to write but I must go on. Pain  seared below as he repeatedly thrust himself into me.  Without a word, he fled.  Alone, in shock, pain and fear, I wept quietly in torment that he might reappear.  I was only 13 years old.

  This  tragic rape changed the course of my entire life forever. We assumed I was safe and secure at my girlfriend's house.  Cindy had invited me to come and sleep over  at her house, she didn't know.   Sadly, there was nothing my parents could have done to prevent this attack.  They were unable to protect me from this paedophile.   Her parents owned and operated a gas station. It was a family business.

 Cindy's brother, who was about 24 years old at the time, invited us to play pool with him and his buddy Tom, in their basement.  Tom, who was about 18 years old  worked there too.  We played pool and listened to  the Miss American Pie record.  Cindy and I giggled and laughed at everything, we were so young and naive.  The guys smoked and drank a few beers.

 Then Cindy and I wanted to go and  phone some  boys from our class for fun.  We did, and giggled and laughed.  It was getting late. I was tired.  Back in our room, we changed into our flannelette nightgowns, and I snuggled into my single cot. Cindy said that she was going to go and say good night to Tom, who she thought was cute.  Our room seemed more like a summer porch, an extension to the house, on the far end.  There were just two little single beds across from each other, a dresser, night table and throw rugs on the floor.    I turned out the light, shut the door at the foot of my bed, and started to fall into a deep sleep.

 Suddenly I heard the door creak open.  Squinting my eyes, I could see the hall light shining into the room.  A tall, dark outline of a stark-naked man silently crept over to my bedside. He  scared the heck out of me, I gasped, "Uhhh!"  He put one hand over my mouth. I couldn't scream,  and could hardly breathe. That is when he took my  innocence away.

  I  wanted to yell out for Cindy.  It was her older brother. Where was she?  She still hadn't come back from her visit with Tom.  I was  too afraid to move in case he would return.  Upset and hurt,  I just cried myself back to sleep.

 The next morning Cindy's Mom was calling to get us up. "Breakfast is ready," she hollered from the kitchen, she was in such a hurry to get us out of bed.  I felt sick, depressed, and defiled.  It was as if every move I made was in slow motion now.  I couldn't talk, I felt so degraded and ashamed!  As I forced myself to try to be normal, it was as if I were paralysed.  I couldn't tell anyone what happened, not even Cindy, because I felt so horrible.

 As I slowly strolled into the kitchen, there sat the whole family.  Everyone was  seated and waiting for me.  They all looked up when I walked into the kitchen, and there he sat, with a big grin on his face.  I looked down.  It was unbearable even to glance at him. My head hung low.  What humiliation, fear and what defilement.

 From this tragic day on, my life and personality drastically changed for the worse.   It took almost 17 years before I was able to talk about it.  Should I report it to police now, after all these years?  How many other young girls did he  violate?  These questions often haunt me.  Could my exposing his repulsive deeds perhaps save another young girls' innocence?  Is it too late?

If you would like Denise Mountenay to speak to your group or school or do a city tour please contact Together for Life Ministries dwmountenay@lycos.com or write P.O. Box 1167, Tumbler Ridge, B.C. V0C 2W0 or call 1-888-777-5503.