Sara Butler Zalesky
Publication date: July 4th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Sports, Suspense
Loren Mackenzie has overcome many obstacles in her life to be an elite professional cyclist in the Women’s World Tour in Europe. Known as the Ice Queen of the peloton, she rarely shows emotion in the heat of competition; inspiring her team with quiet strength and determination. But her cool confidence masks a dark past filled with horrors.
A change in management of Loren’s cycling team brings her face to face with a life she thought she left behind, adding to the pressures of competition. When a chance meeting with an A-list celebrity quickly develops into a whirlwind romance, the cameras of the tabloid-media focus on Loren, revealing the cracks in her facade.
The affair also exposes a menacing rival, threatening not only her chances in the World Championship but her life. When love and obsession collide, Loren stands in the center of a storm.
Can she find the courage to defeat her inner demons, or will her fear and shame consume her?
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Sneak a peek at Chapter 1:
Atherton Leaves Her! Has the Actor’s Whirlwind Romance with the Pro Cyclist run its Course?
“Yes, Charlotte, he left me. In the airport, to fly back to California.”
Loren Mackenzie knew the headline in The Sun was an exaggeration, but the World Champion time trialist still felt the sting. As her pro cycling season draws to a close, Loren looks forward to taking a break from training and a reuniting with her boyfriend, Graham Atherton. When rumors and innuendo begin to swirl around them, secrets they have kept from each other shake their relationship to its foundation.
Echoes from the past ripple into the present, giving Loren a bittersweet reunion with a love she thought was lost. But, reliving the fractured memories of her childhood has left her afraid to dig deeper; lest the monsters that dwell in the dark corners of her mind drag her down again.
Meanwhile, obsession and greed churn into a storm on the horizon, threatening Loren and those closest to her. When the tempest hits and the dust finally settles, what is uncovered tilts the axis of her world.
Loren must find the strength to believe that even in darkness, there is still light. There is still hope. There is still love.
What has happened with Felix?
Here’s what Sara had to say:
When I heard the new release by SYML, In My Body, I immediately thought of a character in my novel, Felix Lalonde; the last verse, especially.
Twisted up inside my broken mind
Outstretched dirty hands just like a child
Hungry little fool, but you were mine
You’re all I have…
Felix’s infatuation, his obsession for Loren, along with his alcoholism, drove him to do things he might not have done were he sober. He might have thought about it but in my mind (because I wrote him) he would have kept playing the séducteur.
In the second book of the series, Wheeler: In Darkness, There is Still Light, Felix is still considered a threat by those protecting Loren, although he isn’t the main threat anymore. He’s been brought to rock bottom by his actions. He’s been given a choice: enter treatment or go back to jail, a hell to which he does not want to return. If he fails in treatment, he goes back to jail. He has to take it seriously and in the end, perhaps there is redemption. Perhaps he finds forgiveness.
Here is a special excerpt from
WHEELER: IN DARKNESS, THERE IS STILL LIGHT
The following is a relevant excerpt for Wheeler: In Darkness, There is Still Light, coming April 2, 2018:
He blinked at the therapist, his mind sluggishly rolling over. The rest of the room began to come into focus. Beige walls, dark wood office furniture. A man with glasses perched on his nose was staring at him.
He heaved a sigh. “What were you saying?”
“We were discussing why you have requested a transfer to inpatient treatment,” the man replied, flipping through a file on the desk in front of him. “You state you’ve had difficulty staying sober in outpatient treatment.”
“What else have I to do?” he sneered, anger rousing him. “I have no income; I have no life. Everything has been taken from me.”
“You don’t deserve punishment?”
“It was a misunderstanding,” Felix snapped back.
“And what was it that you misunderstood?”
He sat up straight. “I misunderstood? I merely wished to speak to her; to reason with her.”
The man’s face held no emotion. “What did you want her to know?”
“She should be with me, not that actor,” Felix sneered, leaning toward the man. “He pretends to love her, but he could never know her the way I do. She and I are the same. We have lived through the same hell.”
The therapist folded his hands before him. “And what kind of hell was that?”
“It matters not.” Felix turned away, folding his arms over his chest. “It changes nothing.”
“Why did you go to her house?”
Leave me alone, you imbecile. “I told you. I was distraught. I wanted to talk to her. My contract was terminated.”
“Your blood alcohol was 0.25. That’s almost lethal.”
“I drank anything I could get my hands on,” he replied, his voice soft. “I just wanted to forget. I wanted to drown.” He saw her then, as he paced before the door of her house; the fear in her eyes. “It hurt to look at her, but when she told me to leave, I went mad. I grabbed her arm, and she hit me.” He lifted his head to the therapist. “The next thing I recall is being in hospital, in handcuffs.”
“You don’t remember striking her? Choking her?”
“I don’t know,” he murmured. “I see flashes of her face in my dreams and a terrible darkness pressing on my skull.” Felix closed his eyes, his hand shook as he wiped his mouth.
“Yet you have accepted a plea agreement.”
“I just want this to be over,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.
The therapist cleared his throat. “You’ve been sober for twenty-four hours. The difficult time has only just begun,” he said. “You’re in the right place if your goal is recovery, but you must work the program, or you will end up in prison. Do you understand? This is your last chance.”
“Yes,” Felix choked. “I swear, I never meant to hurt her. I love her.” His eyes slid away. I cannot go back to that hell.
Who is Sara?
Sara has never lacked for imagination, but it wasn’t until the Fates decided to give the string of her life a tug, and bring her romantic leanings together with her passion for the sport of cycling and ‘Poof!’ She can call herself a (self)published author.
The author resides in the suburbs of Philadelphia, PA, with her husband and their son. She is a paralegal for a boutique law firm in Chester County, Pa, an avid road cyclist and indoor cycling instructor at a national chain.
Connect with the author at firstname.lastname@example.org or on Twitter @sarazalesky