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To the Breaking Pointe Blog Tour
Pushed to the breaking pointe!
Five years ago First
Force operative, Grant Ketchum, let the ballerina of his dreams dance right of
his life. Silja Ramsay returned to her birthplace, Russia, to take the position
of principal dancer for the Novikov Ballet Company.The owner and director of the ballet company, Natalia Novikov, has a dark secret: her beloved ballet company is almost broke. Natalia forces her dancers to prostitute themselves to financial contributors at exclusive after-show parties. Silja has been exempt and kept in the dark about the parties—until an American financier offers to bail the failing ballet company out. His prerequisite: Silja must become his personal companion, live in his home, and fulfill his every desire. Against her will, Silja is taken to the American's mansion, but before she goes she manages to send a text to the only man who can save her, Grant: HELP!
Now Grant is on a mission to find his lost ballerina and rescue her from this powerful man's subjugation. He will do anything to get her out alive. If they survive, will he let her chasse out of his life again?
For More Information
- To the Breaking Pointe is available at Amazon.
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Title: To the Breaking Pointe
Author: Cindy McDonald
Publisher: Acorn Book Services
Pages: 250
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Format: Paperback/Kindle
Purchase at AMAZONAuthor: Cindy McDonald
Publisher: Acorn Book Services
Pages: 250
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Format: Paperback/Kindle
Pushed to the breaking pointe!
Five years ago First
Force operative, Grant Ketchum, let the ballerina of his dreams dance right of
his life. Silja Ramsay returned to her birthplace, Russia, to take the position
of principal dancer for the Novikov Ballet Company.The owner and director of the ballet company, Natalia Novikov, has a dark secret: her beloved ballet company is almost broke. Natalia forces her dancers to prostitute themselves to financial contributors at exclusive after-show parties. Silja has been exempt and kept in the dark about the parties—until an American financier offers to bail the failing ballet company out. His prerequisite: Silja must become his personal companion, live in his home, and fulfill his every desire. Against her will, Silja is taken to the American's mansion, but before she goes she manages to send a text to the only man who can save her, Grant: HELP!
Now Grant is on a mission to find his lost ballerina and rescue her from this powerful man's subjugation. He will do anything to get her out alive. If they survive, will he let her chasse out of his life again?
Book Excerpt:
“Where is Silja?” Ballard
Crafton asked Natalia as he searched the reception room in the basement of the
theatre. The room wasn’t particularly large, yet it was quite elegant with red
velvet swags hung in the archways, gilded crown moldings, and crystal
chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. A bar was set up in one corner while a
violinist played softly in another. The room was filled with men, a few older
women, and most of the dancers from the Novikov Ballet Company. Only one dancer
in particular was missing... Silja Ramsay.
Natalia picked up her glass of
wine from the bar. “Silja is not ready to attend our little soiree yet. She
hasn’t been informed of my... financial situation.”
Ballard pulled a bracelet from
his suit jacket. “Silja doesn’t like diamonds?” Natalia huffed at the sight of
the bracelet that she thought she had convinced Silja to keep. He continued,
“She had this returned to me by messenger this afternoon. Doesn’t she...don’t you
understand just how wealthy I am?”
Natalia took a sip of her
cabernet. “She still believes in love, Ballard—“
“I am in love with her!”
he bellowed.
Taken aback by the sudden
outburst, the crowd hushed, looking in their direction. Natalia forced a laugh,
waving her hands carelessly at the crowd. She spoke to them in Russian,
“Mingle, mingle, get to know our beautiful dancers.” With hesitant glances at
Ballard, the crowd returned to their conversations. The women in attendance ran
their hands up and down the male dancers’ muscled arms, while the men flirted
mercilessly with the ballerinas.
“You told me that she would be
here tonight, Natalia.” Ballard said, more hushed.
“As always, there are plenty of
lovely ballerinas here to choose from this evening, Ballard. Forget Silja for
now. I will keep working to make her come around. She still... how do you
say... pines for another.”
“Who?”
“I do not know this. Be
patient. Pick another for this evening. Here...” Natalia gestured to the
bartender. He retrieved a box from behind the bar. Natalia took the box and
offered it to Ballard. Lifting a brow, she said, “You may have first pick
tonight, yes?”
“No. I am tired of spending
time with ballerinas that I don’t want. I only fantasize that she is Silja. I
want Silja!” Ballard said.
Natalia set the box on the bar.
Slowly she dragged her gaze to meet his. He was like a spoiled child who had
not received the gift that he desired on Christmas morning. No, he was
worse—much worse. Finally she decided to put Ballard Crafton in his place. “I
am quite aware of what it is that you want, Ballard. But I must wonder...will
Silja meet the same fate as your other lovers?” His eyes widened in raw
indignation, except Natalia did not allow his glare to dissuade her. “The opera
singer from New York who no longer sings—instead she sits in a home with head
injuries so severe that she can barely speak, or the concert pianist whose
fingers are now crippled from the hammer that was used on them? What could
these women have done to make you so angry, Ballard? What kind of monster lies
within? I am desperate to save The Novikov Ballet Company, this is true. But I
won’t let you destroy a beautiful dancer in her prime. How do you Americans
say...we understand each other, yes?”
Ballard’s hands curled into
fists of righteous agitation. The red flush started above the Armani tie that
he wore around his neck and crept to his cheeks. He spun on his heels and
marched out of the gathering.
Letting out a relieved breath,
Natalia looked into the box which was filled with pointe shoes. Each shoe had
the signature of the dancer from the Novikov Company to whom it had belonged.
Her nerves tightened the knot in her stomach and shame swelled in her chest.
She took another long drink of the wine, and then she managed a faux smile for
the crowd, who anxiously anticipated the beginning of the evening’s event.
Natalia called out in Russian,
“Who will be first to choose a pair of shoes tonight?” She held the box up
high, shaking it. “Edvar! Where is Edvar?”
From the far corner of the room
the ballet company’s dance instructor and choreographer, Edvar Kozlovski,
brushed his fingers through ballet dancer Dominik Potrovic’s hair. After a
whispered promise of return, he raised his hand calling back in their native
Russian, “Here I am! Are you ready, Natalia?”
The crowd buzzed with
excitement. The dancers exchanged nervous glances. All eyes were on Natalia.
She said, “Yes! Who is our highest bidder this evening? Who will get first pick
of the shoes?”
Edvar fished a paper from the
pocket of his jacket, and then he announced, “Ballard Crafton!”
Everyone searched the room
waiting for Ballard to come forward to choose a shoe for his evening of sultry
delight, with the ballerina whose name was on the shoe.
Natalia shook her head. “No. He
had to leave. Who is the second?”
Edvar squinted in a big show of
reading the next name on the list. He proclaimed, “Belsky!”
From the back of the crowd, a
tubby man merrily trotted forward to where Natalia stood. He could barely
contain his excitement. He danced in place from one foot to the other. The
ballerinas were now exchanging curled lips of derision hoping that he would not
pull their shoe from the box.
He wiggled his fingers in
anticipation of what lovely, well-toned ballerina would be his for the night.
Belsky reached into the box and snatched a pair of worn European pink pointe
shoes. The crowd tensed waiting for a name to be called as he handed the shoe
to Natalia.
“Anna Antkowiak!” Natalia
called out. The young girl from Poland shoulders drooped. Her face dropped. She
was the newest member of the company. She hadn’t signed on for this. She had
heard whispers among the dancers that Natalia’s ballet company was almost broke
and about the after-performance requirements: prostituting the dancers for
contributions to keep the ballet company above water. Tonight was her fist time
to be summoned by Natalia to the contributors’ party. She could barely breathe
as she watched Belsky’s eyes scanning the crowd for her.
Locking eyes with the innocent
girl, Natalia crooked her index finger at the ballerina to come forward to
claim her date. Trepidation filled Anna’s face. Her stomach twisted into a tangle
of knots as she looked at the other dancers, who silently urged her to do as
Natalia requested. When Anna suddenly noticed the bulge in Belsky’s trousers,
she kept her head bowed, as she slowly crept through the crowd. Belsky grabbed
her by the hand to hurry her out the door.
Natalia clapped her hands.
“Another happy contributor to the Novikov Ballet Company! I’m sure Anna will
make his night!” She shook the box again. “Who will be next to choose, Edvar?”
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Want a thrill ride? Want your reader to be smokin'? What a sexy Ops force team member? Want to have the twist and turns and the emotional journey? Well what you waiting for!! You will get all that just from reading this book! Cindy McDonald has given her readers a book worth reading more than once!
About the Author
For twenty-six years Cindy’s life whirled around a
song and a dance: she was a professional dancer/choreographer for most of her
adult life and never gave much thought to a writing career until 2005. She
often notes: Don’t ask me what happened, but suddenly I felt drawn to my
computer to write about things I have experienced (greatly exaggerated upon of
course—I’ve never been murdered!) with my husband’s Thoroughbreds and
happenings at the racetrack. Viola! Cindy’s first book series, Unbridled, was born—there are four books
to that series so far.
Cindy is a huge fan of romantic suspense series,
and although she isn’t one to make New Year’s resolutions, on New Year’s Day
2013 she made a commitment to write one, Into the Crossfire is the first
book for her new series, First Force.
People are always asking Cindy: do you miss dance?
With a bitter sweet smile on her lips she tells them: Sometimes I do. I miss my
students. I miss choreographing musicals, but I love my books, and I love
sharing them with you.
Her latest book is the romantic suspense, To
the Breaking Pointe.
For More Information
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Izzy Moffit's Road to Wonderland Release Day & Giveaway
Book: Izzy Moffit’s Road to Wonderland
Author: Victoria L. James
Genre: New Adult
Synopsis
Making it to seventeen in one piece isn’t usually a concern for your average teenager, but if there’s one thing Isabella Moffit has never been, it’s average. Dragged through life by parents who couldn’t care less and surrounded by violence on a daily basis, Izzy reaches that epic birthday milestone in her life with only one person to thank for getting her there: her best friend and soul sister, Paris Hemsworth.
Vowing to stand side by side through thick and thin since they were four years old, the two of them have made it this far and are confident that now is their time to tackle the world head on, one shaky, naive little footstep at a time.
Except they have no idea what awaits them both on the other side of adulthood, and before either one of them can strap on their hard hat, they’re taking so many knocks and bruises that Izzy’s childhood suddenly seems like a stroll in the park.
Dodging as many bullets as they can along the way, Izzy tries to hold on to Paris’ hand for as long as possible without either one of them slipping away. But no-one ever told them how rough their journey would be. No-one told them that friends and family would change or leave along the way. And no-one told them that for every good intention they have, there’s a thousand people out there with bad ones, waiting to rip them apart.
Follow Izzy’s journey in part one of the Road to Wonderland series - a coming of age novel with a difference, where you’ll face tears, tantrums, laughter and heartbreak, but above all else, hope. Hope that no matter what life throws your way, it’s all part of setting you on the right path to your very own Wonderland and that, more often than not, everything happens for a reason
Author Bio
Victoria L James is a teenage girl stuck in a thirty-something year-olds body. Living somewhere 'oop north' in England, she has had a strong passion for words and stories going as far back as she can remember, which she credits to her grandmother and her love of reading anything that was on sale and cheap from the local market stall. Never once did she think she would release a novel, though. At best, she thought her love of language and her ability to create stories in her mind would provide her with a 'get out of jail free' card whenever she messed up and her parents were mad at her during her teenage years... and when even that didn't work out, she thought she was pretty much done for.
When an opportunity presented itself for her to take a back seat from paid working life for a few years, she knew straight away that she had to try and write about a few of these worlds she'd come up with along the way, and quieten all the voices in her head without racking up a heavy psychiatry bill for the pleasure.
Wearing her heart on her sleeve and trying to lighten her friends’ and family’s lives with naff, and more often than not, badly timed, nineties jokes, she has yet to learn the art of knowing when to shut up. Which is another reason writing became a passion of hers. With pen and paper, there are no limits.
A firm believer in never quitting, with a ridiculous obsession for all things Rocky, she hopes that one day she writes a story that will inspire at least one person out there to keep on going if they're struggling. Other than that, she's just a regular old converse wearing, corona sipping, English version of Chandler Bing, who loves and adores her family more than life itself. Oh, and she also has two cats. Every writer has to mention their cats, right?
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Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse
Title: Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse
Author: Lee Herrmann
Genre: YA Horror / Dystopian
Pages: 180 pages
Publication Date: August 2014
ISBN Number: 978-0-620615-92-1
Author: Lee Herrmann
Genre: YA Horror / Dystopian
Pages: 180 pages
Publication Date: August 2014
ISBN Number: 978-0-620615-92-1
Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse is a post-apocalyptic story set in South Africa, 2 years after a mysterious outbreak has ravaged the country. No one seems to know how it started, but the reality is that most of the rainbow nation is mindless, walking zombies and it’s survive or be eaten.
After their supplies run out, 16 year old Kon, his brother and father leave their Pretoria home and embark on a journey for a new home. They Come across Kat and Dirk, two fellow survivors on a mission to reach Robben Island, a reputed safe haven. Together they embark on an epic journey across the country. Along the way they befriend other survivors, and face an unrecognizable new world filled with new, unpredictable dangers.
Oh, and there’s lots and lots of zombies.
Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse is a coming of age story in a very different South Africa, and chronicles one family’s fight for survival against the walking dead.
Lee Herrmann was born and raised in South
Africa. He has always had a fascination with zombies and has numerous contingency plans for the eventual apocalypse. Therefore, while he waited, it made sense to write a book about zombies in South Africa.
He has a great love of by comic books, movies, television and popular culture, and cites his zombie favourites as 28 Days Later, Dawn of the Dead and The Walking Dead.
He currently works in a near-zombie environment as a Content Manager for a big corporate firm in Johannesburg and has had a varied writing background including copywriting, writing for web, radio and magazines. He is also the author of the mystery title, The Manservant Mysteries ( www.TheManservantMysteries.com).
Lee lives in Pretoria with his wife Dina, and two sons, Max and Nik. Every Saturday night he can be found going to the movies with his best friend Steve-Dave.
Links
www.saza.co.za
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Book Excerpts
Extract 1: Pg 13
Pa closed the gun and handed it to me. I pushed the button and it clicked open in the same way. I touched the chamber and spun it—it clacked as it turned.
‘Good. Become familiar with it.’ Pa spoke in a soft voice, his tone calm. It reminded me of when he’d taught me to ride a bike.
‘Rik, your turn.’
Rik walked over. Pa fixed his stance and helped him point the gun. My brother did everything I’d done before Pa took the gun back and tucked it into his pants again. Seeing my father like this was almost surreal. It was as if he were a different person. As much as I was telling myself not to be scared, I was.
‘Pa… How do you know all this stuff?’ I asked sheepishly.
‘I learnt a few things in the army.’ He almost cracked a smile. ‘But I also knew this day would come… when we would have to leave the house and survive on the outside. So, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I was hoping we would have more time to practise, but the water ran out sooner than I thought. ’
He lifted his face up to the sky and closed his eyes, letting the sun shine onto his face. The creases were deep around his eyes, and I now noticed that his face had thinned a bit, making him look older than his forty-four years. I was still watching as he turned and walked back towards the house.
‘I want you to practise some more. Tonight we’d going to sleep early—tomorrow is a big day.’
He was hiding it well, but I could see that Pa was also scared.
Reminiscence Cover Reveal
Abuse. Torment.
Saint’s undying love for her.
A witch—or four. The world’s most powerful spell. The creation of the unnatural.
Her undying love for Draco.
A war is brewing between the Light, the Dark and the Unknown.
In the midst of it all stands Sarenah. Her memories have returned as she rewinds the past in order to move forward with her future so she can reclaim what, or who, belongs only to her, but will she be able to accept the disturbing secrets that go along with the reminiscence?
In the midst of dragging trees, I saw Sarenah sitting on the back porch, her dress hiked up around her thighs from the heat as she was thumbing through a book. She wasn’t even acknowledging the fact that I was there, nor did she care that I could see her bare legs. She was being totally inappropriate and rude at the same time … and I liked it. I felt intrigued to my very core, so much that I had to go over and say something to her.
“Hey,” I mumbled.
Without looking up, she reiterated, “Hey.”
My frustration grew as I clenched my fingers into my palms. “Is that book so interesting that you can’t even talk to me?”
That had gotten her attention. She slammed the book shut and stood up, the dress falling back down around her ankles.
“Are you so interesting that I can’t even read my book?” Her dark eyes were wild and she was glaring at me as if she wanted me to spontaneously combust. “Don’t you have a job to do? Look at this mess.” Her eyes moved to the yard. “All of these branches everywhere. My uncle will have your hide.”
She was so angry. I couldn’t help myself. I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand and busted out laughing.
Sarenah’s hands moved to her hips. I thought she was about to hit me.
I threw up hands up in defense. “I’m …” The laughter got the best of me again. “I’m sorry, Sarenah.” I flashed her an apologetic grin. “It’s just, I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard you talk so much and you’re spatting off at me like some crazy person.”
Her gaze had softened then. She bit her bottom lip so she wouldn’t crack a smile herself. “A crazy person, huh?”
I nodded, stopping to really get a good look at Sarenah’s face, her stunning features and the way her dark eyes popped out in a terrific way. This was Rebecca’s sister? I had been missing out. Sarenah’s strange ways evaporated into enticement before me.
I spent the rest of the evening listening to Sarenah talk as I took all of it in. The tree branches were still scattered all over the yard, but I doubted her uncle would be back anytime soon to discover the mess. Everyone knew he lived at the saloon. She talked mostly about her parents. She had a deep ache from the loss inside of her. She was in a great deal of pain that I felt my own heart hurting along with hers, for her. I found myself wrapping my arm around her and her actually letting me get away with it, but I wasn’t in it to try to make a move. I found myself wanting to comfort Sarenah, tell her everything was going to be okay. I wanted her to trust me and continue to confide in me. She leaned her head against my shoulder, being content to be there with me. It felt incredible as if I had been able to tame her so easily. She was feisty but now so serene. I could’ve lived in that moment forever and been completely content to just be lucky enough to be near her, to smell the flower fragrance in her hair as it fell down across my arm. I rubbed her shoulder with my fingertips. She started humming, the sound making the chaos within me only increase. It was in that moment that I had leaned over and my lips found hers. It had been brief but magnificent, and I was wondering if my mind was ever going to be the same.
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Sara V. Zook is a paranormal/fantasy writer. She is the author of the Strange in Skin Trilogy, Clipped, Evanescent, Book 1 in The Sempiternal Series and A Magic Within. She lives in Pennsylvania with her 3 small children and husband.
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The Truth About Air & Water Blog Tour & Giveaway
“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” -Ernest Hemingway ~ A Farewell To Arms
They share an epic love but one moment changes everything. A life together that seemed certain is shattered. One learns you never love the same way twice; the other learns what it means to come home. You only think you know how this love story goes, but do you really know how an epic love can end?
“There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald She is living color, and I’ve been in a black-and-white world for far too long without her. Powerful stuff. It surrounds me. I’ve felt it since I first arrived. The forcefield of her. The magnetism of her. The power she wields over me. I’m alive again because of her, like a dying plant that finally gets some water. I’ve got it bad for this girl. Reality dawns. The light comes through the darkness and shines on me. She’s my water.
-Lincoln Presley
The truth is I breathe with him. He is my air. Raison d’etre.
-Tally Landon
As Lincoln Presley would say, "do as you must, Princess."
Chapter 2 - Tally
“She’s got the story,” I say to Linc hours later as we lie next to each other taking up only half of the king-sized bed because our bodies remain intertwined at an all but intimate level. The money shot photograph session took twice as long as the interview. After another three hours, we finally told Candy we had to go. I had to pick up Cara from preschool and Linc had a late practice.
We left Candy and her photographer while they were still packing up their gear. By this time, the reporter had given up on asking us any more questions. She had the money shot. She had the story. We weren’t going to like it. The unsettled feeling nagged at me, but Linc didn’t seem to care. “She’s got the story.” Apparently, my fears need repeating.
“So?” He asks with a laugh. “Come here.” He pulls me closer and trails his hands down between my legs knowing full well this is my ultimate weakness for him. I cannot not respond. His touch right there gets me to do just about anything for him. I moan. He laughs again as he starts to make his move.
We put Cara to bed fifteen minutes ago and left the bedroom door slightly ajar so we can hear her but closed enough so she doesn’t hear us. Usually, we wait the agreed-upon half-hour before commencing with doing the deed as I still like to call it, but she was extra tired because I let her stay up late to watch Entangled. I’m not sure she understands the story line completely. I’m not sure I do either but she loves Rapunzel’s long hair. We watched it together while we waited for Linc’s return from practice. Cara played with my hair for most of the movie and kept running her little fingers through it over and over, while I filled out endless wedding invitations, imploring the ninety-five percent of strangers I do not know to come witness our nuptials in the middle of October.
“The article won’t run for weeks. Don’t worry about it. By the time it does, the season will probably be over. We’ll be married. Settled. Nobody is going to care about how we met or what happened in Moscow. They’ll be staring at your photograph, the Dirty Dancing one, and be thinking how did that guy get so lucky and get a girl like her? All those Sports Illustrated fans wishing they were me and holding you up in the air just like Baby.”
“Even the girls?”
He laughs. “Even the girls. When are you going to start believing we’re the two luckiest people in the world?” I turn into him then and stroke his face and search his eyes for solace and truth but I don’t answer. “When are you going to let go and let this happen and believe in it? In me? In us?” Linc asks again.
I trace his lips and kiss him. Lightly. Just a trace.
In the next, he smothers my face with kisses of his own and eventually pulls me up beneath him. “Come on, Tally. Let it go. Let it all go. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Don’t put a time clock on this. Don’t walk down the aisle toward me, less than a month from now, still not believing that this isn’t real or this won’t last because it will. I’m here. You’re here. So. Believe it. In me. In us. Now.” He pulls away from me and studies my face. Guilt arrives right on time. I wince along with it.“What is it? What aren’t you telling me? Because with that face? It is definitely something.”
“Dr. Eldon scheduled an ultrasound. I just…she’s optimistic and I just hope that we can find a way to have another child. I want to give you a son because you’ve given so much to me. And I want you to be happy. With me.”
“I am happy with you. I love you because you’re my life. You’re my water. Don’t forget that. I couldn’t survive without you.” He plays with a strand of my hair and lets it slip through his fingers. “And I’m your air.” He sighs a little. “I love you just as you are whether we have more kids or not. That’s why we’re going to make it. But you have to stop believing that something bad is going to happen. You have to believe in us as much as I do. We’re going to have this great life together. We already do. I love you. You love me. And believe me; love is enough. Our love is enough.”
I hold my breath and gaze at him for a long while. The commitment and compassion I see in the depths of his eyes begins to steady me. All the doubt, and even the guilt, begin to fade away. Like a protective shield, his love encircles me from all around.
Then when he pulls me into his arm and looks at me as if I’m the only one that counts, just before he kisses me, it is reassuring in the only way that matters.
Lincoln Presley, baseball star, is one of a kind.
And, he’s mine.
It’s a miracle really.
What an unbelievable stroke of luck at having him in my life and loving me back. I kiss him and let go of all my deep-rooted fears: falling, failing, even losing. I actually feel them disappear as if a strange wind has come by and blown them away.
I take in air—his air—that allows me to live and breathe.
“Okay,” I eventually say.
Then, I grab his hand and lightly kiss the inside of his wrist, and then trail my lips along his broad chest. He leans back against the pillows with a knowing look pulling me along with him, but cedes all control to me. I start to smile, but then another errant thought crashes in on me and threatens to undo all of these joyous declarations.
Everything breaks.
International bestselling author of the New Adult Novel, This Much Is True and the most recently released second novel in the Truth In Lies series of The Truth About Air & Water.
Katherine Owen writes contemporary edgy fiction, which translates to: she writes love stories that are contemporary in setting and both edgy and dark. Some readers term her books emotional roller coasters. She is not sorry. Owen writes about trust, love, and fate and how relationships are often tested by all of these things in one way or another. Love, loss, and starting over.
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Both on the verge of fame. A ballerina who lies. A baseball player who believes her. Well, the truth changes everything. Tally Landon is just trying to survive the death of her twin sister, graduate from high school, and escape her tragic story by pursuing her ballet career in New York. She doesn't count on Lincoln Presley, Stanford's baseball wonder, to affect her at all. Adding him to a long list of one-night stands is the plan. Lying to him about her age and name is her standard method of operandi. She doesn't count on being found out, on seeing him again, or falling in love.
Lincoln Presley's life is all mapped out for him. There is only baseball. With Major League Baseball circling their favorite prospect with a lucrative offer, he cannot afford to mess up. And, he doesn't; until he meets up with the girl he saved in that burning wreckage on the 101 on Valentine's Day months before. By the time he learns her real name and of all the lies she's told, he's in far too deep to ever really let her go.
Fate has a different set of plans, but when fame and lies tear them apart, one truth remains.
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