At the young age of 21 Chris Borstad, has struggled to become the first female manager in a home improvement warehouse. She has everything she wants, a happy home life with her live in boyfriend, a great relationship with her boss and co-workers, and her dream job. She has worked hard to ensure that her life is exactly how she dreamed it would be. She soon finds out her life isn't as perfect as it seems. Unexpected changes throw her life into a tail spin that she has no control over, and that her worst nightmares couldn't have prepared her for. She finds out the position she worked so hard for no longer exists, the man she thought loved her admits to seeing another woman, and for reasons she doesn't understand Chris finds herself being stalked by the woman she is training for a position in her former department. Before long she is breaking into Chris's home, destroying Chris's credibility at work and with her friends, and even begins dressing like her. When Chris learns of Shannon's true intentions, she realizes the only way to stop the madness and reclaim her life is to leave town. She moves to a small remote area in Southern Oregon, several hours away from her home town where she believes she can start over, but that's when the danger really begins.
Tina gives an overview of the book:
ONEThe first time I saw her was in the receiving bay, a work-as-usual day for me.A woman in a warehouse store has three strikes against her, and I had two of them that day. Strike one is physical challenge, two is male prejudice, and three is personal fear. I’d been dealing with the third one pretty well, in spite of the pressure. I’d even started winning over some of my doubting coworkers. It was a busy Thursday morning, the day we received most of our freight, and we were running behind on turning it and getting it to the sales floor. This always put a lot of pressure on my staff and me. Len and the sales department managers had been hounding me all morning wanting to know where their products were. So needless to say, I wasn’t in the best of moods as we all busted our asses trying to get pallets out to the floor.I even had Colleen handling freight instead of inputting inventory. She and I had worked together since the first day and were a good team. It was 110 outside, which made it about a 112 in the receiving bay I was working in, but that was okay. I had the job I wanted, and I was proving myself.I’d just finished checking in a big Stanley Tools order and was covered in dust from head to toe from pulling the shrink wrap off the pallet. The receiving area was fenced off from the rest of the store because it wasn’t a safe place for a customer to wander into. Plus we were dealing with truck drivers, and the talk could get a little on the vulgar side. Today we’d left the gate open to try to get some of the air conditioning to filter back to our area and hopefully cool it down a little.I saw movement in the corner of my eye and looked up to see a woman come in. She was obviously an employee because she was wearing the blue denim company smock and a nametag. Her sandy blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she was short, probably about my height. I was getting ready to ask if I could help her with something when she walked up and looked at me as if I did something to piss her off. I decided to tell her she couldn’t be back here. Only receiving staff and management were allowed anyhow, and now that I got the dirty look I didn’t really care what she needed. “Where the hell is my electrical pallet?” she demanded. “I have had customers barking up my ass all morning looking for items that I know came in. I looked at the status on the system and it says received. Why is it taking so god damn long, for you to get it out to the sales floor?” I stepped closer to her. “I don’t care who you are, or what you want,” I said, “What I do care about is that you are standing in my receiving area and getting in my face, and speaking to me in a way I find completely inappropriate. I also care about the fact you are interrupting me and my people while we are busting our asses in this inferno trying to get freight checked in and out to the floor, to assholes like you who are working out there in the air conditioning.”“But...”“But nothing,” I cut her off. “As the sign on the gate says, you are not welcome back here, so get out of my receiving department, before I shove that pallet jack up your ass and wheel you to the sales floor.”She stood there looking shocked, then started to say something but closed her mouth again. Then she turned and started walking to the gate, so I went back to my pallet. I immediately felt guilty for getting on her like that. I had been way too hard on her. I turned to say something nicer, but she had already reached the edge of the gate and was staring at me. Her smile was so wicked that it gave me goose bumps and scared the words right out of me. I waited thinking she was going to speak, but she just kept looking me in the eye with that terrible smile on her face. Then she turned and walked away. I watched her leave and realized that I’d just witnessed with my own eyes what pure evil looked like.Although I returned to work, I could still see that smile.I was only 21, and being a woman especially a young woman, I knew I had to be tough in order to survive in this kind of environment. I was the youngest department head and the only woman department head in the store, so I felt as if I always had to prove myself, but I knew it was no excuse for being mean. I felt as if I had been out of line. Even though she had been rude, I didn’t have the right to take out all of my day’s frustrations on her. However, the look she gave me convinced me to steer clear of her I was still running it through my head when Nick, one of my guys, said, “Hey boss, the water heater pallet is done. Do you want me to run it to the floor?” That brought me back to reality, we had a shit load of work to get done. “Sure thing. Just make sure you don’t block any aisle with it.” And back to work I went.
I grew up in Portland Oregon, and now live in a small town in Northern California with my husband, Alan, and our Great Dane, Baxter. I am currently an AVP/Branch Manager for a local community bank, as well as a novelist and bass player for The Genuine Draft Band.