family uprooted their lives and moved to Houston for her to attend the
prestigious Rousseau Academy of Dance. Now, two years later, Christine
struggles to compete among the Academy’s finest dancers, her parents are on the
brink of divorce, and she’s told no one about her debilitating performance
anxiety and what she’s willing to do to cope with it.Erik was a ballet prodigy, a savant, destined to be a star on the world’s
stage, but a suspicious fire left Erik’s face horribly disfigured. Now, a
lonely phantom forced to keep his scars hidden, he spends his nights haunting
the theater halls, mourning all he’s lost. Then, from behind the curtain he
sees the lovely Christine. The moldable, malleable Christine.
Drawn in by Erik’s unwavering confidence, Christine allows herself to believe
Erik’s declarations that he can transform her into the dancer she longs to be.
But Christine’s hope of achieving her dreams may be her undoing when she learns
Erik is not everything he claims. And before long, Erik’s shadowy past
jeopardizes Christine’s unstable present as his obsession with her becomes
hopelessly entangled with his plans for revenge.
I’m not the typical author. I didn’t always enjoy reading or writing.
While in school, I found it to be a chore I’d just as soon skip. I would rather
have been daydreaming, my favorite past time. It wasn’t until I grew up and
didn’t have to, that I realized reading was fun. I soon discovered that reading
fueled my daydreaming. So, remembering a short story I’d written in high school,
I began imagining expanding that story into a book. Before long I found I had
loads of ideas for not just the short story but other books and stories as
well. Fast forward a few years, a lot of studying about writing, practicing my
writing, studying some more, taking classes from people who knew what they were
doing, studying and practicing yet more, and ta-dah, author! In the same way I
had learned I loved reading, I learned I loved writing, too. It’s just that
writing is a lot harder than reading.