Warning: Reading Fractured Steel may send reader on an emotional roller coaster. Filled with dark thoughts, extreme events, and the ability of humans to survive the worst life has to offer. Book is filled with realistic consequences of decisions gone wrong, friendship, and trying to live again.
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 escapes, but the ordeal is far from over. It 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?
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / GeneralFractured Steel has hit the bestseller lists on several occasions, anytime it is marketed sales go through the roof. Of the 41 reviews on Amazon, only one is a one star review, while most of the others are all "verified purchase" reviews. I haven't marketed recently, however, have plans to market heavily in the month of September.
Prologue
Stockholm Syndrome. Two words I hated, loathed and wanted erased. But here I sat, as she repeated the phrase, and insisted I had to understand their meaning in order to move forward. Stockholm Syndrome, the two words would explain everything, help me on the road to recovery.
Memories surfaced, causing physical reactions I wasn’t going to tell the court ordered therapist. She wouldn’t understand, and it sure as shit wasn’t going to help. Trusting her wasn’t an option, and the pain from thinking about the last several months didn’t need to be spouted to a stranger.
I pretended, nodding, and acting as if I heard. She could blame Stockholm all she wanted, the situation was my fault in many respects.
Fuck them. It had nothing to do with Stockholm, but everything to do with the violent, sadistic, serial killer currently sitting in prison. The new, bright pink scars dissecting my face and trickling down my back, a father who kept secrets far too well, and a famous horse worth ten million dollars.
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Already translated.
Translated by Eva María Medina Cabanelas
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