Fiction Fest: Final free preview of Nancy Lorenz’s ‘The Strength of Ballerinas’

The-Strength-of-Ballerinas-2x3-WEBToday’s excerpt is the last freebie you’ll get from Nancy Lorenz’s “The Strength of Ballerinas,” so read up! You’ll have to get your own copy to read the entire story.

Here’s what a couple of blog tour participants had to say about the book:

“What I enjoyed most [about ‘The Strength of Ballerinas’], aside from the ballet, was watching this strong soul come to terms with what life has given her. She’s human and shows anger, denial, and fear, yet she also shows great courage and hope. I enjoyed every minute of Kendra’s story.” — Katie’s Clean Book Collection

“‘The Strength of Ballerinas’ was very inspiring, encouraging us to overcome all the obstacles that may stand in our way. You may fall, but get back up again! I recommend this book to everyone, and I mean everyone – yes, that means you! Go read it!” — Wonderous Reviews

“The Strength of Ballerinas” is available in bookstores and from online retailers.


From the author: Here we see a part of Kendra Sutton’s non-ballet life – high school.   It’s a special school where students study the arts. Most of the time Kendra feels as though she fits in, but like all teens has doubts once in a while also. This scene, however, shows the normalcy of her life that is about to undergo utter chaos.


Inside school, I ran right into Taylor and tried not to spill the rest of my hot chocolate onto both of us.

“You’re late!” Taylor tapped her foot like a teacher. She wore the same gray skirt and navy blazer I wore with the Madison School for Girls emblem on the front.

“The bell hasn’t rung yet,” I said.

“Word has it that you’re up for student council,” Taylor said.

“I don’t have time for student council. I dance.” I threw away my empty hot chocolate cup and it went flying into the wastebasket nearby.

“I know. I told them that, but they want to put your name on the ballot anyway.”


“It’s a joke. They just don’t want the president to run again.”

“So they pick me? I’d never be able to stand up and speak in front of a bunch of people. ” I felt shocked, fearful. I lost my breath for a moment.

“I don’t understand how you can dance onstage in front of hundreds of people, but you are too shy in real life.”

I shoved my books into my locker and took one back out again. “When I dance, I can be somebody else.” I slammed the locker closed. “I can shine, like I told you before.” Leaning against the locker, I watched the crowd of girls in their hiked-up gray shirts and navy blazers. “Besides, that’s why I like you, Taylor. You’re a classical music student, and you’re shy just like me.”

Two girls in the hallway waved, and I put my head down as a few more walked by. I didn’t want to make any eye contact or they might talk me into the student council election, even if it was a joke.

“They’ve got a petition with your name on the ballot already . . . in the cafeteria.”

“Oh no!” I rolled my eyes so far back they got stuck. I blinked quickly.

“I’ll come see you practice after class tomorrow,” Taylor said, and bolted for the next class. I just put my head down.

How could I tell Taylor that there would be no class tomorrow? My chance in the company . . . The audition that would never happen . . . My dreams . . . Tomorrow would be the night before we left for California.

Tomorrow would be too late.