Authorpreneur Dashboard – Shirley Hailstock
More Than Gold
Mystery, Thriller & Suspense
Morgan Kirkwood was only nineteen when her performance at the Seoul Olympics garnered her a gold medal, made her name a household word and her face that of America's sweetheart. Twelve years later a new political faction is vying for dominance in the small republic. At the same time, the United States is electing a new president. Morgan is the linchpin in both elections and the shocking secret she holds could affect the outcome of both governments. Jack Temple's been in the CIA long enough. He's planning to resign, but finding that Morgan Kirkwood is in trouble, he accepts one last assignment. Jack traveled as a swim coach to Seoul when Morgan was a gymnastics competitor. While his real position was to back her up in the political operation she'd agreed to perform, he fell for the young gymnast. Now that someone wanted more from her than an interview, Jack is back on trail and the torch he's carrying could light more than a fire at the upcoming games. In this heart pounding, pulse beating government conspiracy romantic thriller, Hailstock delivers a novel that delves into the halls of Washington, DC's power players. From the complexity of government all the way to the White House, the action never stops. Whether you take MORE THAN GOLD as a beach read or a vacation companion, you won't be disappointed with this novel of suspense.
Book Bubbles from More Than Gold
She's in Trouble...He'll find her.
Morgan wore her leotard and tights. She could explain she was heading for the gym to practice when she saw him. Jack gave her no need to explain. Neither of them spoke a word. He walked directly to her, his gait easy, unhurried, his weight balanced. She had to look up as he approached. Morgan watched him, a dark Poseidon, a devil-god rising from the sea, advancing toward her, the light of the water in his eyes. Her heart beat so hard she was sure he could see her chest moving. Yet they continued to stare, one at the other. He stopped in front of her. Too close. He breathed hard from physical exertion. Morgan felt the same although she had done none of the work that he'd performed while she watched him. Her eyes rose to Jack's. Gone was the coldness she'd always seen there. Gone was the hostility that normally greeted her when she found herself in his line of vision. His eyes were liquid, large brown circles that spoke to her without language, without tongue or teeth or movement. She heard his mind, his heart; his need for her already knew the words.
