Stars on Ruby Mountian by Author Wendy Jorgensen




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.



Snippet:

I saw him first, probably because I was looking. Not looking for him specifically, but searching for someone, anyone who might seem familiar at the bus station. Including the police.
            He reclined on a graffiti-covered bench across from the ticket counter, his head propped up against a massive orange backpack. Longish blond hair touched the collar of a gray t-shirt, and black jeans covered his impossibly long legs. His face was somewhat ordinary, except for thick, blond eyebrows that gave him a rather intense look. What really caught my attention was the book he had clasped in his hands—Contact by Carl Sagan. Instantly, I remembered it was one of my favorites.
I focused all my energy on the book, struggling to remember the story. It had something to do with an astronomer who makes contact with aliens. A memory surfaced of my mom giving me the book. Her expression could only be described as hopeful.
The boy must have felt my gaze, because he turned toward me. Kaja! What happened next was like anticipating the taste of plain vanilla yogurt but getting a mouthful of almond cheesecake instead. As our eyes met, a pulsating shockwave coursed through my body, triggering a flash of recognition. Without even knowing what I was doing, I moved toward him, pulled forward by something powerful.  



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