Friends, I’m so excited to tell you that my new novel of psychological suspense, Women in Red, is finally published by Booktrope. You can purchase the gorgeous print copy–with Greg Simanson’s amazing cover–or copies at the links below. I’m grateful to Kay Ellington and Barbara Brannon of Booktrope for their help making this book fly!
You may also order it from your favorite local bookstore. And if you’re local enough, come to my Book Party on Saturday, July 25 at 2pm. I’ll have a surprise musical guest, as well. An author like me relies upon word of mouth and the kindness of strangers. There is no big marketing machine behind me–only you!
Despite the dark secrets and intrigue at the heart of this novel, it’s also about following, or perhaps not giving up on, one’s dreams, the human desire for family, and the complexity involved in illusions of grandeur. If you liked Gone, Girl or Girl on the Train, and other thrillers at the heart of the games people play with one another, you will hopefully like mine, too.
Also, if you’re a Pinterest fan: I’ve made a fun “red” page for the book here: https://www.pinterest.com/jordanrosenfeld/women-in-red/
Dance like your life depends on it.
Dead-broke single mother Stella Russo, daughter of a world-class prima ballerina, has nearly given up on her own professional aspirations—much less true love—when a dazzling impromptu stunt by a mysterious troupe reminds her just how empowering performing onstage can be.
Convincing herself that a dependable gig with such a company just might be the ticket to a better life for her musical-prodigy daughter and now-invalid mother, Stella takes a giant jeté of faith and joins up. But when she lands in the clutches of an enigmatic and demanding impresario bent on making her his star at any cost, has she risked too much? As Stella untwists the troupe’s troubling secrets, she becomes entangled in turns she could never imagine—and is forced to face her own past as well.
Women in Red draws readers into the dark, dangerous, and dramatically sexy underworld of the dance—but also into the longing of every living, breathing being for a family of one’s own.