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Angie, struggles to unravel who she is and where she came from; instead the mystery of her identity deepens

Thursday, May 23rd, 2019

 

Wendy C. Jorgensen grew up in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, and began
writing 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.
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.

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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.

 

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.
 
Her only hope is to find the truth before it’s too late.
~ Wendy’s Amazon page ~ 
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Snippet:
When we
entered the hospital morgue, Dr. Burns and Penny each took one of my arms as if they could protect me from what was about to occur. A faint, sickly odor
emanated from the icy cold, meticulously clean chamber. A somber technician
guided us to the bodies which were covered with sheets and lying side by side.
I shuffled over and braced myself as the covers were pulled down to reveal what
lay beneath.

 

            I gasped at the still, pale faces.
Something deep inside of me reacted to the man and woman. Both were blond and sharp-featured, and the woman’s fingers were long like mine. Even though I
couldn’t identify them, I felt certain these people meant a great deal to me. Tears
of sorrow mixed with frustration sprang to my eyes. Were these really my
parents? Would I ever remember?
 

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Tears of sorrow mixed with frustration sprang to my eyes. Were these really my parents? Would I ever remember?

Thursday, May 23rd, 2019

 

Wendy C. Jorgensen grew up in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, and began
writing 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.
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.

~ Facebook ~ Website ~
~ Twitter ~ Instagram ~
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.

 

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.
 
Her only hope is to find the truth before it’s too late.
~ Wendy’s Amazon page ~ 
~ Good reads ~
Snippet:
When we
entered the hospital morgue, Dr. Burns and Penny each took one of my arms as if
they could protect me from what was about to occur. A faint, sickly odor
emanated from the icy cold, meticulously clean chamber. A somber technician
guided us to the bodies which were covered with sheets and lying side by side.
I shuffled over and braced myself as the covers were pulled down to reveal what
lay beneath.

 

            I gasped at the still, pale faces.
Something deep inside of me reacted to the man and woman. Both were blond and
sharp-featured, and the woman’s fingers were long like mine. Even though I
couldn’t identify them, I felt certain these people meant a great deal to me. Tears
of sorrow mixed with frustration sprang to my eyes. Were these really my
parents? Would I ever remember?
 

To view our blog schedule and follow along with this tour visit our Official Event page 

 

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