WHO WANTS TO ICE A WORLD-CLASS SKATER?
Speed skater Laney Thompson still has nightmares about the car crash that almost shattered her lifelong dream. But as sheâs poised to compete in the worldâs most important games, she finds worse trouble. Someone wants her out of contentionâ¦badly. Laney wonât let anything stop herânot sabotage, a stalker or partial amnesia. As she and her brooding trainer Max Blanco strive to overcome past tragedy, the ice between them starts to melt. But as the race draws closer, a killer becomes more desperate, and a race for the gold becomes a race for their lives!
âLaney,â Max said, putting his hands on her shoulders.
Her breathing hitched. When God made those eyes, she thought, he must have mixed in just a little bit of the sky, the windswept California sky where the ocean met the air. She readied herself for a directive. Instead, he offered a request.
âDo something for me.â He leaned close. âPlease do not leave this training facility for any reason unless Iâm with you.â
âIâm not a prisoner here, am I?â
âNot a prisoner, but much too important to risk anything happening.â He put a finger to her lips when she started to respond. âNot because of the skating, Laney.â
âWhy, then?â she whispered.
âBecauseâ¦â He blew out a breath. âJust do what Iâm asking. Will you?â
Why did his fingers awaken trails of longing in her soul?
âIâm not going to lie to you, Max,â she breathed.
âAnd I appreciate that.â
âSo Iâm not going to answer at all.â
DANA MENTINK
lives in California, where the weather is golden and the cheese divine. Her family includes two girls (affectionately nicknamed Yogi and Boo Boo). Papa Bear works for the fire department; he met Dana doing a dinner theater production of The Velveteen Rabbit. Ironically, their parts were husband and wife.
Dana is a 2009 American Christian Fiction Writers Book of the Year finalist for romantic suspense and an award winner in the Pacific Northwest Writers Literary Contest. Her novel Betrayal in the Badlands won a 2010 RT Reviewersâ Choice Award. She has enjoyed writing a mystery series for Barbour Books and more than ten novels to date for the Love Inspired Suspense line.
She spent her college years competing in speech and debate tournaments all around the country. Besides writing, she busies herself teaching elementary school and reviewing books for her blog. Mostly, she loves to be home with her family, including a dog with social-anxiety problems, a chubby box turtle and a quirky parakeet.
Dana loves to hear from her readers via her website, at www.danamentink.com.
These trials are only to test your faith, to show that it is strong and pure. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies goldâand your faith is far more precious to God than mere gold. So if your faith remains strong after being tried by fiery trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world.
â1 Peter 1:7
To Sugar Todd and all the athletes who pour their heart and souls into their sport and elevate us all in the process.
PROLOGUE
World Short-Track Speed Skating Qualifiers
The after-race recuperation did not sting quite as badly today; it was as if her muscles had gotten the news, the glorious golden news. Laney Thompson, gangly underdog in the short-track skating world, had just secured a spot on the American team. She was going to compete on the biggest stage in sports. It was an opportunity that only came around once every four years. Outside the speed skating arena where sheâd spent the past two years of her life, the freezing air did nothing to cool the warm crackle of triumph that burned in her belly.
Max Blanco was next to her, suited up for their celebratory cooldown run along the road freshly cleared by a snowplow. She knew his elation matched her own. On a whim, she held a pretend microphone in front of his face, strands of her blond bob whipping against her cheek. âSo, Mr. Max Blanco, how exactly does it feel to know youâll be going after the most important gold medal in speed skating a few months from now?â
He laughed and she tried not to fall too deeply into those aquamarine eyes that made something inside her dance like a wind-borne snowflake.
âMaybe I should be asking you that,â he said. âHow does it feel?â
She held her head up to the sky, closed her eyes and let the dancing flakes pepper her cheeks. âIt feels like there is nothing in the world I canât do.â
He suddenly grabbed her around the middle and swung her in dizzying circles until she was gasping for air.