Wendy C. Jorgensen grew up in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, and beganwriting in second grade, furiously recording her hopes and dreams in a
denim-covered diary. Besides hanging out at the library, she loved soaking up
the rays—while reading a book, of course. During her sophomore year of high
school, Wendy’s family moved to Carson City, Nevada, and she thought her life
had ended. The desert, sagebrush, and cowboys were a far cry from the ocean,
palm trees, and surfers of Florida. Fortunately, within six months, the family
relocated to Lake Tahoe, and her outlook improved dramatically.
Wendy started college at the University of Colorado in Boulder,
followed by a year at the University of Nevada in Reno and two years at Brigham
Young University, where she worked as a reporter and copy editor for The Daily
Universe. A decision to take a short break from school turned into a
twelve-year college hiatus in Lake Tahoe. After a two-year stint in the civil
engineering program at California State University in Sacramento, Wendy
returned to Colorado and graduated from CU with a degree in English Writing. It
was a long, but valuable, educational journey.
followed by a year at the University of Nevada in Reno and two years at Brigham
Young University, where she worked as a reporter and copy editor for The Daily
Universe. A decision to take a short break from school turned into a
twelve-year college hiatus in Lake Tahoe. After a two-year stint in the civil
engineering program at California State University in Sacramento, Wendy
returned to Colorado and graduated from CU with a degree in English Writing. It
was a long, but valuable, educational journey.
After twenty years in Colorado, Wendy recently moved back to
Northern Nevada, close enough to Lake Tahoe to enjoy the beautiful scenery but
far enough away to escape the heavy winters. She lives with a wonderful
husband and a golden retriever who’s often mistaken for a sloth. Her
two brainy and creative sons make her want to be smarter. Wendy hopes someday
to journey to the stars.
Northern Nevada, close enough to Lake Tahoe to enjoy the beautiful scenery but
far enough away to escape the heavy winters. She lives with a wonderful
husband and a golden retriever who’s often mistaken for a sloth. Her
two brainy and creative sons make her want to be smarter. Wendy hopes someday
to journey to the stars.
A teenage girl recovers in a Sacramento hospital,
the sole survivor of a terrible accident that killed her parents—parents she
can’t remember. All she knows for sure is she’s in danger. For the girl, known
only as Angie, staying put is not an option.
the sole survivor of a terrible accident that killed her parents—parents she
can’t remember. All she knows for sure is she’s in danger. For the girl, known
only as Angie, staying put is not an option.
After saving a friend from a vicious attack reveals
she’s no ordinary human, Angie races to find a safe place. A chance encounter
with the intriguing Michael Winter leads her over the Sierras to Lake Tahoe,
where she’s nearly abducted. As she escapes to Colorado, she struggles to
unravel who she is and where she came from; instead the mystery of her identity
deepens.
she’s no ordinary human, Angie races to find a safe place. A chance encounter
with the intriguing Michael Winter leads her over the Sierras to Lake Tahoe,
where she’s nearly abducted. As she escapes to Colorado, she struggles to
unravel who she is and where she came from; instead the mystery of her identity
deepens.
Her only hope is to find the truth before it’s too late.
Snippet:
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thoughts swirled through my mind as the red gold flames licked the fragrant
logs of the campfire. A hazy memory surfaced of sitting by a fire with my
parents and gazing at the stars. Holding fast to the image from the past, I
studied the moon and searched for constellations. For a brief moment, the
heavens shifted, leaving me with the distinct impression that the sky was
different. Suddenly, I realized what was missing. Where were the other moons?
thoughts swirled through my mind as the red gold flames licked the fragrant
logs of the campfire. A hazy memory surfaced of sitting by a fire with my
parents and gazing at the stars. Holding fast to the image from the past, I
studied the moon and searched for constellations. For a brief moment, the
heavens shifted, leaving me with the distinct impression that the sky was
different. Suddenly, I realized what was missing. Where were the other moons?
