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Kidnapped by an obsessed stalker, prominent ballerina Sharylynn St. Claire stabs him and flees. Now, Hal Griner doesn't want her. He wants her dead! When Hal disappears, she moves to Quebec City, Canada, and into hiding. Sharylynn doesn't want to fall in love. Chad Matthews, a perceptive figure skater with cocker spaniel eyes, sees things she'd rather leave buried. Then, she discovers that Chad, too, harbors painful secrets.
Sharylynn's apartment is ransacked! Someone is following her! Has Hal Griner found her, again? An innocent man is murdered, and it's too late for either of them to walk away.
Away. I have to get away. Sharylynn struggled with a heavy, drug-induced sleep and forced herself to groggy consciousness. Where was she? Images assaulted her. More importantly, where was Hal? Panic made her heart race.
Blood beating in her ears, she clambered from the mushy twin bed, the only piece of furniture in the room, and winced at the stiffness in her muscles. Dust motes floated in the rays of sunlight that seeped through the cracks in the curtains. The room smelled musty, as though the house had been closed for a long time.
Where was she? Where had Hal taken her? What city?
Thank God Hal had removed the duct tape from her wrists and ankles. Fighting dizziness, Sharylynn staggered to the window. A house. Two story. She strained to hear through faint traffic noises.
Was that a siren she heard in the distance? The pulse beating in her ears quickened. She turned to take in her surroundings. An upstairs bedroom. The window was wide enough for her to squeeze through, but it was painted shut. No phone. Whatever Hal’s delusions, he wasn’t stupid. Sharylynn fought nausea.
How long had she been drugged? More importantly, where was Hal? Since he’d kidnapped her from the sidewalk in front of her apartment, he’d never left her unguarded. Why now?
Thank God she was still dressed in jeans and a shirt, but where were her shoes? She shrugged. Shoes were the least of her worries. Opening a door near her, she winced at the creak. A moldy smell assaulted her, followed by the desperate scrambling of some small creature. Closet. Was that movement she heard? Hal’s heavy, awkward tread on the stairs?
Mouth dry, she opened another door, wincing lest it creak like the first one. A back stairway. Light-footed, she scampered to the top of the stairs and paused only a second. The words thrummed in her head. Away. I have to get away.
Shuddering at suffocating memories of Hal’s clammy hands, she sneaked down the stairs. Her breath caught when two of the steps groaned.
The back door, directly opposite the straight, steep staircase, stood a scant inch ajar. Freedom, and so close. She stopped and tried to will her heart to stop hammering, then strained to hear any sound of movement. Nothing. Just a few precious feet, a few more seconds and she’d have a real chance. She crept forward.
Her hand was on the doorknob when Hal’s fingers gripped her upper arm. One swift jerk and he spun her around. Before she could gasp for enough breath to scream, he backhanded her. Pain blinded her. Sharylynn tasted her own brackish blood as he shoved her backwards against a kitchen cabinet.
The edge of the counter dug into her back. Tears of rage rose in her eyes. Damn him! Damn him for being stronger than she was.
His huge hands clutching handfuls of her shirt, he jerked her face close to his. Her stomach turned at the smell of stale whiskey and cigarettes.
"Stupid woman!" With one hand, he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked. His dark eyes took on a look of glassy madness. A vein in his neck pulsed. "I’ll kill you before I let you go."
She shook her head, mute. Her lips formed a single syllable. No.
Again and again he swung at her. Blood streamed from her nose and mouth. Fear began to choke her. She knew what he intended, but it wouldn’t happen. I’ll die first.
Holding a fistful of hair, Hal swung again.
Desperate to find a weapon, she groped behind her on the counter. A wooden handle. Knowing she’d have only one chance, she clenched her fingers around the knife’s handle. Fear pumped adrenaline. Hoping to catch him off guard, she sprang forward and with thickly varnished nails, gouged at his eyes.
Instinctively, he jumped backwards. "By God," he ground out, "I will kill you!"
Off-balance, Sharylynn thrust the knife square into his chest. Hal staggered backwards, both hands clutching at the handle protruding from his chest.
Teresa Morgan's favorite things are books, history, and puppies, not necessarily in that order. In 1994, after following her engineer husband's career around the country, driving more miles through more states, and being stalked by more natural disasters than she cares to remember, she returned to the Pacific Northwest. Teresa admits that she much prefers a minor "rip the roof off your house" windstorm to a hurricane, tornado or flood.
Years ago, in the days of carbon paper and eraser shields, she was secretary to a manager and twenty or so engineers and scientists. Now, she's wife to one engineer, mom to her grown-up son and daughter and proud Grandma to the most beautiful grand-daughter in the world, Lauren. Currently, she's owned by two scheming cocker spaniels devious enough to work for the CIA.
Though so far she's written only contemporary novels, she loves history so much that, years ago, she took the huge paperback WINDS OF WAR by Herman Wouk on her honeymoon. She loves early 20th Century history, and has a particular interest in World War II.
Though her third book, tentatively titled The Gift, is a contemporary, the characters, their conflicts and secrets are based in events that happened during the Battle of Britian. As Teresa works to draw the men and women of the 1920's, 1930's, and 1940's into the year 2002, she feels compelled to understand not just who they were and what they did, but why.
"Four Stars!! Satin and Steel starts out with a bang! It grabs from the beginning, and the suspense doesn't let up till the very end! You'll flip pages as fast as you can to read the resolution. " --Kathy Boswell, Romantic Times Magazine
"Satin and Steel bears that remarkable quality in which the characters become so real, you feel as if you're watching them through a window. All your senses and emotions come into play. The motivation for Hal's obsession is believable and frightening. - LeAn "Buzzy" Ardnt, "Sharpwriter Reviewer Rating: * * * * *
"Five Stars!! Satin And Steel revolves around a passionate ballerina who is being stalked by a mad choreographer… Extremely well written and the story constantly engaged me.... I couldn't go to bed til I finished it. " - Copyright © 2001 by Grabbermcgrew, Sharpwriter
In SATIN AND STEEL, Teresa Morgan takes us through a fascinating journey in the worlds of figure skating and ballet, of fear and passion. Her characters grab you and pull you into their world, and you'll never want to leave. --Judith Miller, RETURN TO PORT DARKLING, Wings e-Press, January 2003
In SATIN AND STEEL, Teresa Morgan propels the reader into the fascinating and often dangerous world of competition ice skating, and deep into the hidden souls of its stars.
In Sharylynn St. Claire, Ms. Morgan has crafted a heroine who overcomes emotional and physical terrors, then shares her strength and love with skating star, Chad Matthews, as the story races through twists and turns into a stunning climax. --Barbara Clark, Author of award-winning Tears of the Hawk
I thoroughly enjoyed Teresa Morgan’s A RISK WORTH TAKING. Her characters are interesting and sexy, and the plot twists and turns like a skater’s dance. - Judith Miller, Author, RETURN TO PORT DARKLING, Wings e-Press, January 2003
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
No. of Pages: 334
Paper Weight (lb): 14.0
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