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In an abandoned house, sixteen-year-old Savannah Martino is strangled to death. The police rule Savannah's murder a random attack of opportunity, which prompts the small New Jersey town to instigate a curfew and cancel football games. Isolated and afraid, Savannah's sister, Cady, continues to communicate with Savannah through dreams. Cady knows Savannah in ways no one else knew: The beautiful, ethereal twin everyone thought was an angel was actually on the road to self-destruction. Years later a chance encounter while researching her latest novel coincides with an unexpected call from the once-rookie cop on Savannah's case, Patrick Tunney, now a detective, who tells Cady that Savannah's case has been reopened. Through new evidence, it has been determined that Savannah's death wasn't a random attack and that whoever killed her sister loved her.
About the Author
While thinking about what to write for my bio, I was caught between fearing it would be one sentence, and wondering how I would ever cram the important parts into this space. The one sentence version is that I'm married with two amazing kids, and I write books.
I've lived in Connecticut my whole life, with a four-year break for college at Drew University in Madison, New Jersey and then a year in Florida on Singer Island with my dad.
Growing up, I had two older brothers, but they were just old enough and different enough that I felt like an only child. Never mind men being from mars, sisters are from goodgirlandia and brothers are not.
The year I was nine I went from thinking horses were big, smelly farm animals to bugging my mom until she let me take riding lessons. I'm a few years older now, but horses are as much a part of my life as my family and career. Throughout my parents' divorce, the difficulty my brothers and I had adjusting, broken hearts in high school, and navigating the world of adolescence, they were the one thing that was always constant. I fell off all the time and got carted to the hospital unconscious twice. But, they taught me responsibility, competitiveness and fierce loyalty. Which, incidentally, are some of the skills you need to get into the writing business. Throughout the thirty-plus years I've been riding, I've spent the last decade and a half training with my good friend and Olympic medalist, Peter Leone. I've also competed all over the country, stayed with two of my horses as they died, and have loved every one of them as if they were my kids. I hope that when I am too old to ride, I will still be fortunate enough to have a horse just for the privilege of being around these incredible creatures.
In 1986, my dad, Dick Moroso, who was a car racing legend, founded the NASCAR race team, Moroso Racing, and my middle brother, Rob, was on his way to becoming a star. He was the youngest person ever to win the Busch Grand National Championship. He was voted Most Popular Driver three years in a row. He would eventually be Rookie of the Year in the big leagues of Winston Cup. I spent years with Robbie and my dad, immersed in the surreal world of fast cars, famous people and life on the road. Dale Earnhardt, Sr. and Richard Petty were two of my dad's closest friends.
I began college at Drew in 1989. I chose Drew because they had an amazing writing program and a talented equestrian team. I declared a psychology major and a writing minor, made great friends (something that has never come easy for me) , I kissed boys, joined the riding team, and gained the required freshman fifteen. Okay, it may have been more like the freshman twenty-three. I had a nice boyfriend, roomed with a close friend, and brought my horses to a nearby farm. Then a month into sophomore year, my world stopped.
My brother Robbie was killed in a car accid
