If
you read my bio it says that my life whirled around a song and a dance for
twenty-six years. That’s right, I was a professional dancer/choreographer. I
loved my dance school, and when I made the decision to retire from dance to
write, it was a heart-wrenching decision indeed.
Over
those twenty-six years I’d like to think that I touched a lot of young girls
lives in a positive nurturing way. I’d like to think that I helped form them
into the lovely young women that many of them became: mothers, lawyers, physical
therapists, teachers, and the like. When I bump into my former students they
throw their arms around me, kiss me on the cheek, and say things like: “Oh,
Miss Cindy, I’m so happy to see you! I miss you so much and I miss dance so
much. It was the best time of my life.”
The
feeling is most mutual. But the very best part of choreographing was the
ballets that we performed. I produced many: The Nutcracker, Swan Lake, Sleeping
Beauty, The Firebird which was my second favorite. But it was Coppelia that was
my absolute favorite ballet that my dance school performed.
The
year was 2005. I struggled that year to produce my show. We had lost my father
very unexpectedly on Valentines Day that year—he simply dropped dead in his
chair after breakfast. Needless to say my focus was a little off. I had girls
counting on me to put on a great show and I’m not one to let anyone down
regardless of the circumstances.
I
had chosen Coppelia to be our ballet production that year and I dug in with
everything I had to choreograph the ballet. When the costumes arrived in March,
they were fantastic! A good friend of mine, John, who directed many of the
musicals that I choreographed locally, had agreed to play the role of Dr.
Coppelius. John is an older man and he is fabulous with a fun sense of humor—the
girls all loved him.
Coppelia
was a great success and the ballet holds a special place in my heart as does
the entire cast. To the Breaking Pointe is dedicated to that cast—the
ballet is featured in the book. As I wrote the story—especially the parts where
the ballet is mentioned—I could hear the music. I could see the costumes, and I
could see the girls in my mind’s eye dancing about the stage. I could see John
with a pair of faux bifocals parked at the edge of his nose, chasing Swan Hilda
around the shop as Dr. Coppelius.
I
have so many warm memories of my dance school, but this ballet was so very
special to me and so is To the Breaking Pointe.
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Book Two of the First Force Series:
First Force operative,
Grant Ketchum, let the ballerina of his dreams dance right out of his life.
Silja Ramsay returned to Russia, to become the principal dancer for the Novikov
Ballet Company.
Natalia Novikov has a
dark secret: her ballet company is broke. Natalia forces her dancers to
prostitute themselves to financial contributors at exclusive after-show
parties. Silja has been kept in the dark about the parties—until an American
financier offers to bail the failing ballet company out. His prerequisite:
Silja must become his personal companion and fulfill his every desire. Against
her will, Silja is taken to the American's mansion, but before she goes she
manages to send a text to the only man who can save her, Grant: HELP!
Now Grant is on a mission
to rescue his ballerina from this powerful man's subjugation. If they survive,
will he let her chasse out of his life again?
Excerpt:
Yekaterinburg, Russia:
A crowd had gathered in the reception room in the basement of the Mockba
Theatre. The room wasn’t particularly large, yet it was quite elegant with red
velvet swags hung in the archways, gilded crown moldings, and crystal
chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. A bar was set up in one corner while a
violinist played softly in another.
“It is ridiculous! An outrage! Dominik Potrovic should be included in the
auction!” Ivan Belsky bit out in Russian. “A choice, that is what the
contributors’ should have! We spend a lot of money at these parties!”
Natalia waved at the bartender for a glass of wine. “I have already
explained this to you, Ivan. Dominik is in a relationship with our
choreographer, Edvar. He is not available for the auctions.”
“Several of the dancers are married! Yet here they are—to be auctioned as
the rest. I understand why Silja Ramsay is not present—she is an American, but
there is not excuse for Dominik!”
“I do not understand. You always choose from the box filled with the
ballerina’s shoes, not the male dancers. So why do you fuss?”
“I enjoy the girls very much. But Dominik—”
“If you are not happy with our selection of dancers, pull your bid and be
on your way.”
Red-faced with frustration, Belsky let out a loud harrumph, and
then stalked into the party just as Ballard Crafton rounded the corner.
“Where is Silja?” he asked Natalia as he searched through the party
guests. The room was filled with men, a few older women, and most of the
dancers from the Novikov Ballet Company. Only one dancer in particular was
missing...Silja Ramsay.
“As always, there are plenty of lovely ballerinas here to choose from
this evening, Ballard. Forget Silja for now. I will keep working to make her
come around.
“No. I am tired of spending time with ballerinas that I don’t want. I
only fantasize that she is Silja. I want Silja!” Ballard said.
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