Title: Fractured Steel
Author: T.J. Loveless
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
Publication Date: February 15, 2014
Karen Barnes’s life is simple, just the way she likes it, surrounded by horses and the mountains
of Laramie, Wyoming. She is well aware the longing for adventure can lead to blood and death, a
hard lesson taught during her one, and only, tour in Iraq almost a decade ago.
A stranger approaches Karen about boarding a famous horse foaled in her stables, making her
instincts go on high alert. She knows for a fact the stallion’s owner would never sell Five Alarm,
the US Reining champion worth a hefty ten million dollars. In ten minutes the stranger confirms
her worst fears, launching her into weeks of torment at the hands of her kidnappers.
Armed with a spine of steel, she steals a truck and trailer, rescuing another victim, and
recovering Five Alarm, but the ordeal is far from over. The kidnapping was a cover up for
espionage. Trusted contacts join the fray, and in the end, pay for their loyalty by dying for her
safety. Others aren’t so trustworthy, and as the truth is brought to light, she is betrayed yet
again.
Safety and freedom come with their own emotional shackles. She had the courage to fight the
battle, but can she live with the aftermath of the carnage, or survive the fractures to her mind?
Born in Anchorage, I've lived ... well ... everywhere. From the Arctic Circle to a block from
the beaches in Florida. I speak fluent Arkansas Hillbilly, make a mean gumbo, can sew when
necessary and am a whiz at packing.
You'll generally find a Muse snuggled to my hip, the other one laying across my shoulders and
Editor Kitty staring at the screen, waiting for the red ink to make an appearance. Once it does, he
lays across the keyboard purring.
The family brags about the latest compromising position I've been found in, trying to figure out
how to truly describe "legs all akimbo" or if falling on the couch could truly land a body in a
certain position. They ignore my yelling at characters on the computer screen, and are forgiving
when I accidentally write past the time for them to eat. It's one way of teaching the teenager to
cook ...
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