A Risky Dance Series

A RISKY DANCE SERIES

by Monika Summerville
Genre: Erotic Romance
[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, sex toys, HEA] Riley Frost is an attorney. He played in the BDSM community as a Dom and liked to be in control. He’d never found a woman with a sense of adventure and passion, until one night when he walked into a bar and… Sophie Pantagen is the vice-president of her father’s company, Pantagen Industries. For the past ten years she’s spent a couple evenings a month having one-offs with men whose names she never new. That was until one night in a bar when Riley and Sophie find each other at a time when both are looking for something. They’re not sure what it is they want, but think they may have found it. Sophie’s father is a cut-throat business man and when he thinks Sophie tells company secrets he comes after her with vengeance. Pantagen Industries begins to fall apart. Sophie is fired from her position and threatened by her father with an Edgar Allen Poe nightmare result. ** A Siren Erotic Romance

Riley Frost walked through the front door at Fellow’s Bar and Grill and, Ben, the bartender, waved. He nodded and sat down on a barstool at the end. The room wasn’t overly crowed and there were enough women in the place that he thought he’d come out on top. He hoped to find a nice curvy woman to curl up with for the night. The noise and laughter helped bring his tension down a notch.
Ben walked to his end and set a glass of Loch Lomand single-malt-whiskey in front of him. It was Riley’s favorite and the bar kept it stocked for him.
“My headache thanks you, Ben.” He accepted the glass.
“Steven should be back from a break shortly, Mr. Frost. Care for a game of chess?” the bartender asked. “It would give me a chance to win back some of my losses from last month.”
“Perhaps. I’m a little on the prowl tonight. Is it too late to get a pulled pork sandwich or something?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Riley nodded, picked up his glass and a newspaper off the end of the bar, and walked over to an empty table.
Ben came out from behind the bar. “We can do the sandwich. Chef wants to know if you want coleslaw, chips, or fries?”
“Chips are fine. There’s no need to heat up the fryer.”
“Good.” Ben smiled and went back to the kitchen.
Riley read through the headlines on the front page of the paper and then heard the front door open. A woman about five-foot-ten walked in and went straight to the bar. He did a double take and found it hard to take his eyes off of her.
She wore an emerald green, mini-tank dress that had lace in all the right places. It hugged her hips tightly and when she turned to the bar, he saw it had no back. The sides were cut low under her arms and the curve of her breasts showed just enough. Her long, brown hair would slide side to side when she moved and he thought he saw a scar on the middle of her back. Her legs alone caused Riley’s cock to stir and he thought he may have found his catch for the night.
An older man with dark-graying hair walked up to her. Riley almost started to crack up laughing. The guy wore his hair in a fluffy 80s style cut and had a walrus mustache. The woman smiled and spoke with him. The man put his hand on her arm and she peeled it off and shook her head.
“Woo…turn down, dude. Things are looking very good,” Riley said to himself, and took a sip of his whiskey.
Ben brought his sandwich over and set the plate down on the table. Riley stopped him from leaving.
“The woman at the bar, dead center, with the green dress and brown hair, what can you tell me?”
The bartender looked over his shoulder and nodded. “She is gorgeous, but I think she may be a professional.”
“Really?” Riley felt a bit surprised. She looked too classy to be a hooker.
“I don’t know it for a fact, but she comes in here every other week or so and never leaves alone.”
“Good, her drink’s on me, Ben.” He’d never seen her before and he spent a lot of time at Fellow’s.
“I’ll see to it. She’s a single-malt woman. May I give her some of the Lomand?”
“Very good idea.” Riley nodded and started to eat his food.
He saw Ben walk behind the bar and prepare the drink. The woman still spoke to the 80s throw back. The bartender put the drink in front of her and pointed toward Riley. She looked over her shoulder just as he slid a potato chip into his mouth. Her eyebrow arched and she turned back to Ben and pushed the glass back at him. They exchanged a few words and the woman picked up the drink and walked toward Riley.
She set the glass down and leaned over with her hand on the table. Riley had a perfect view of the tops of her breasts and he almost lost his breath.
“I don’t accept drinks from strangers, but thank you.” She straightened up.
“Why don’t you have a seat? I’m Riley Frost, now we’re not strangers anymore.”
She stared at him for a moment with caramel colored eyes and then turned back to the bar. He admired her rear and his cock became hard as a rock, it wanted her so much. She is mine, he thought.
As she slid onto a stool, she motioned for Ben to bring another drink.
The other man sat next to her and continued to make his moves. He tried to put his hand on her thigh and she moved it.
Riley stood, finished his drink, and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He took a bill out and picked up the full glass of whiskey she’d left on his table. On her left side, he moved between her and Mr. Walrus Mustache, to crowd the guy away from her. Riley put the cold glass against her bare back.
She sat up, leaned into his hand, and looked at him over her shoulder. Riley didn’t look back, but flagged Ben. He handed the bartender a one-hundred dollar bill and then leaned toward the woman.
He moved his lips to a millimeter from hers and whispered, “The Loch Lomand is a thousand times better than that swill you’ve got. Have a lovely evening.” He brushed his lips over hers and let his hand slide over her breast as he set the drink in front of her. Her nipple felt hard as a bullet. He smiled and started toward the door.
Oh yeah, I give her less than five minutes. She’s mine, he thought. He went out the door, turned left and stood at the corner of the building.
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romantic Suspense, HEA] Turner Black works for a group in Seattle that helps find people who were separated from loved ones for one reason or another. He’s hired to find the half-sister of a man, Stewart Tarver. Their shared father has passed away and left the half-sister part of a large inheritance.
Turner finds Rae Smith. She works as a stripper at a dance club in Tracy, California. She always wanted to be a ballet dancer, but the death of her mother took that dream away and Rae started to strip when she turned eighteen years of age. From one club to another, she is happy to just survive.
Turner and Rae are drawn to each other and, although the sex is great, she isn’t big on commitments and doesn’t want to deal with the inheritance game. And someone tries to kill her and then kidnaps her for sale to a slave trader in Hong Kong. Will she be able to trust Turner?

Turner found her performance one of the best he’d seen and this trip turned out to be worth it. She definitely could be the Rae he’d searched for. He could see the little girl who held the stuffed rabbit from the old picture.
He showed his investigators badge to the bartender and explained that he needed to speak to her. The owner came out and asked him why. All Turner told the man was that her brother looked for her due to a death in the family.
After about a half hour, she came out from behind the stage. Her hair was tied up in a Scrunchy and she wore tight jeans with a pale blue cable knit sweater. Instead of the three inch spiked heels she had on a pair of flat tennis-shoes.
She walked up to the bar alone and sat on a stool two down from him. “Jake told me why you’re here. I think you may have me confused with someone else. I don’t have a brother.”
“My name is Turner Black and I’ve been hired by your half-brother, Stewart Tarver, to find you, Miss Sibley.” He looked at her as she leaned over the counter and snagged a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. She really was gorgeous and he admired her ass as she moved back down to the stool. Her eyes were a light carmel color and she had a little sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
“The name is Smith, not whatever you just said.” She took a sip from the shot glass.
Turner took the old picture out of his pocket. She looked at it. He watched her and saw her eyes squint. It was a dead giveaway and he’d learned how to read people over the years.
When she sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, he knew she remembered that photo.
“According to your half-brother, this picture was one of the few times you met him and your father.” He knew by the look in her eyes it was familiar.
She pushed it back at him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Black. It’s not ringing any bells.”
This goddamn woman is stubborn, Turner thought.
****
When Rae looked at the picture she saw a little girl with a stuffed rabbit in one hand and an older boy stood next to her and held her other hand. That stupid rabbit was the only thing she had left of her mother and would never give it away.
“I think it does ring bells, Miss Sibley.”
“Smith, as I said. I’m Rae Smith.”
“Your father passed away about a year ago and your half-brother’s looked for you since.”
“Mr. Black, I never met my father or any brother. I’m an only child. My mother died when I was twelve. I’ve been on my own ever since. She never said anything to me about a brother.” She swallowed the vodka and put the lid back onto the bottle.
“Miss Smith, I know your history.”
“You know nothing about me.” She slid off the stool and started back to the dressing room. Grabbing her jacket and bag, she walked out the back door of the building, rounded a corner and there stood Mr. Black by a dark grey Toyota Prius. Good gas mileage, she thought, arched her eyebrow and started to walk past him.
“Miss Smith, could I give you a ride home?”
“No thanks,” she said and kept moving down the sidewalk.
The engine started in the car and she realized he followed her. When she got to the corner, she stopped and looked at him.
“So, you’re a stalker and all that other story was bullshit?” She bent at the waist and looked at him through the window.
“No, I’m not a stalker. Can I buy you some coffee? There is more to explain.”
She started across the street and as he motored through, she turned left and headed another direction. Her apartment was only a few blocks away, but if she cut through the alley, she could go in the back way. He wouldn’t be able to follow her.
She saw a light flash in the corner of her eye and looked over her shoulder. Her pace picked up and the alley turned about one-hundred feet away.
“Look, what do you have to lose? You’d be able to finally open that dance school you always wanted,” he shouted from the car window.
Rae stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him. There wasn’t any way possible he could know what she wanted.

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA] Jarrah Hejazi is an ex-Marine, who defended his country and now owns a security company. He’s worked, but forgot to live. On a visit with friends at Safe Haven, he meets Grace McKay and a boy named Jonah. Haven is a place where street kids get help and feel safe. Little does Hejazi know that within a couple of months his life will change one-hundred percent. Grace McKay, an ex-marine, works at Haven. She’d heard the owners talk about their friend Hejazi and when they meet, there’s more she wants to know. Hejazi and Grace surrender to their attraction and work to find the brother of Jonah. The brother was taken by Feathertop, who gives street kids a safe place to live and then trains them to pick pockets, rob cars and homes. Dealing with a team member off the grid, and being chased by people who want them dead, Hejazi and Grace have to figure a way to keep it together. ** A Siren Erotic Romance

“How did you fair, Jarrah?” Rae asked.
“The kid beat me twenty out of thirty games.” He looked over his shoulder. “I have some information.”
Grace followed them out of the room and down a hallway toward the offices. He stopped and lowered his voice. “His name is Jonah Sullivan and he’s eleven years old. He has a brother named Jacob who’s fourteen. They were dumped at a park and ride in Reno by their mother and after they lived on the street for a few days met some guy named Feathertop who brought them to Sacramento.”
“Unbelievable, the kid’s been with us for six weeks and all we knew was his nickname.” Rae shook her head.
“This guy Feathertop gives them the nicknames and insists they use them always.”
“I’ve heard of that guy. He’s sort of like Fagin in Oliver Twist. He promises them food, safety and in exchange they’re taught to pick pockets, steal purses and I’ve even heard they’ve robbed some houses,” Grace said.
“I was over in Sacramento this morning and think I may have seen his crew. We were protecting the singer Veronda and I don’t know how many worked the crowd, but they were good.”
“Let me see what I can find out about Jonah Sullivan.” Rae looked toward her office.
“It’s sad. I mean, to be dumped by your mom and then his brother brought him here and told him to wait until he came back. Poor kid.” Hejazi shook his head.
Grace now found she admired this man’s heart. He felt for Kit.
“Turner will be here to pick me up around five-thirty, oh and Grace will be joining us.” Rae grinned.
She wanted to crawl into the carpet and hide. When she looked at Hejazi, he smiled.
“Great, I won’t be a third wheel,” he said.
Grace stared at his dark eyes and realized she couldn’t determine what color they were. They were either black or dark brown, but they mesmerized her and when she became aware that he stared back, she blushed.
“Rae, could I ride with you and Mr. Black?” she asked.
“You could ride with me. I don’t know my way around here and you can direct me,” Hejazi said before Rae could answer.
Grace smiled. “Sounds good.”
“I should go find a place to stay the night. How about I meet you out front at five o’clock?”
“That’s fine.”
****
Hejazi found a Holiday Inn and booked the room for the next five days. He wanted to spend some more time with that kid, Jonah, and see if he could find out more about Feathertop. He also wanted to get to know Grace McKay.
With his connections to the military and feds he could easily find out about her, but decided he’d rather get the low down direct from the source.
It was over fifteen years since he’d been with his last girlfriend. On his first tour of duty, when he’d gone home to Chicago for two weeks leave, his girl, Marissa, acted strange when they met back up. After a couple of days, she’d told him that she’d fallen in love with an insurance salesman. The news kicked him in the balls and he’d decided to put his time and energy into the Marine Corps’ and starting his security group. He never wanted to feel his heart tear in half again.
Fifteen years passed with a blink of an eye and this coming October he’d turn forty years old. He’d gotten to a point where he could monitor the business from wherever he decided to live. The men in his group could handle the job professionally and didn’t need him to be present all the time.
Grace McKay was a beautiful woman and ex-military which gave them something in common. Her height caught his attention, too. His six-foot-five build made it difficult to date smaller women, not that he dated. The fleeting thought that he wouldn’t have to bend at the waist to kiss Grace made him smile while he shaved. Their bodies might even fit together nice and snug, too.
He looked at himself in the mirror. “You’re putting your cart way before your horse, asshole. She’s probably married,” he said to his reflection. “Or she’s involved with someone and you won’t have a chance. You have work to do in a month and don’t need the aggravation.”

Ian Deatherage’s past is a shadow. He’s doesn’t make friends traveling from place to place on his motorcycle. When it breaks down he has twenty dollars in his pocket, he’ll have to find a job to pay for the repairs.
Kris Marcus is the owner of The Scamp. She offers Ian a bouncer job. Ian works for a week and the relationship between he and Kris builds and boils over into a night of hot passion. His words to her – I don’t do gentle – turns out fine. She isn’t used to soft touches.
Ian and Kris dance around each other and find a hot attraction. She figures once his motorcycle is fixed he’ll leave area and wants to protect herself. He doesn’t know committed relationships and isn’t sure what to do.
After several weeks of burning sex, Ian convinces Kris that he doesn’t want to leave. Will she let him stay or watch him go?

One of her hands moved to his shoulder and her nails dug into his skin. She felt him jerk under her and he swatted her hand away.
“You keep that up and I’ll have to put you over my knee,” he said and then bit the tender skin on her breast and flicked the nipple. “You want to ride me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
The thumb on his hand kept alternating the pace and Kris realized the power shifted. Ian now held all the cards and she didn’t mind one bit. He could do this to her all day long.
When his hand moved away from her crotch, her eyes popped open. “What…don’t stop.”
He palmed her breast. “I want your mouth again. Come here.” His mouth covered hers and they both started to breathe hard. She didn’t think she’d be able to catch her breath right for the rest of the day. His lips, tongue and teeth devoured hers and she thought it could be the best kiss she’d ever experienced.
Monika Summerville is an avid reader, loves good tense movies, and works hard on her writing. She lives in Western Washington State with her four cats, Agamemnon, Tazmania, Jasper and Jericho.
She has written A Risky Dance and A Lost Dance for Siren BookStrand. The third book – A Flame Dance – is available now.
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African American Month Giveaway

AFRICAN AMERICAN HISTORY MONTH GIVEAWAY

 

A large number of wonderful authors have come together to help readers celebrate AFRICAN AMERICAN HISTORY MONTH. Been looking for your next favorite book. Well, look no further.

SUPPORTING AUTHORS

THE LAND: FOUNDING (CHAOS SEEDS BOOK 1)

GENRE: FANTASY

When Richter was drawn into the greatest virtual reality MMORPG ever created, it seemed like a dream come true… until he found that nightmares walked The Land.

ALERON KONG I have toyed with the idea of writing for years, and I have finally found my particular niche. My primary goal was, and still remains, to write a story that I would like to read. I am humbled and delighted that ya’ll (yes I AM Southern) will give it a shot as well.

I am still loving the process! If you keep reading, I’ll keep writing! I love this genre and I love my fans. I appreciate your support more than you know.

BLACK BEAUTY

GENRE: HORROR

A girl who has to choose between keeping her dreadlocs or living a normal life, a woman who will do whatever she can to have “White Girl Flow”, and a boy who thinks black girls look like cockroaches, all come crashing together when they cross paths with their mysterious neighbor.

CONSTANCE BURRIS is on a journey to take over the world through writing fantasy, horror, and science fiction. Her mission is to spread the love of speculative fiction to the masses.

DARK KING RISING

GENRE: HORROR

Author Marie Coren-Ellis must deal with betrayal and death in a bid to save her unfaithful husband.

ALLEDRIA HURT I suppose this is where I tell you about myself, huh? In my mind, there isn’t a whole lot to tell. I was born in Waynesboro, PA. (I don’t use that as a password anywhere so I don’t care if you know.) I’m the middle of three kids by one parent and the middle of four by the other. I won’t tell you which is which. I spent my early formative years in various military places in Germany until I was thirteen at which point we moved back to the United States and took up residence in sunny Savannah, GA. Here I have been ever since. End of story, I guess.

DAYMARES

GENRE: HORROR

Daymares is a 230 page collection of seven disturbing little tales of terror.

KENYA MOSS-DYME began writing short-form horror in her teens and won several scholastic writing awards for her creative work. Prey for Me – the hard-hitting story of a monstrous child-abusing preacher – was her first published work in early 2014, followed by the Amazon best-selling dark romance, A Good Wife. She has since firmly established her place in the horror genre with the Halloween 2014 release of Daymares, as well as appearances in anthologies and publications.

SABLE (DARK SENTINELS BOOK 1)

GENRE: INTERRACIAL/PARANORMAL ROMANCE

Dr. Akila Marshall’s life mission is saving animals. When Akila is alerted to a blue-eyed wolf stray, he draws her into a world she never imagined, and passion she can never let go.

DARIEL RAYE is an animal lover, animal rights activist, musician, and award-winning author of powerful paranormal romance and dark urban fantasy with IR/MC (Interracial/Multi-cultural) alpha male heroes to die for, and strong heroines with hearts worth winning.

ACHING FOR HOME

GENRE: PARANORMAL

Introverted flight attendant Veronica Mills had no idea her life would change on a sunny San Diego layover. After more than six months of e-mails, occasional phone calls, and pictures, she gained a friend and confidant. For the first time in years, she felt comfortable enough with a man to share stories of disastrous dates and everything from the dangerous to the mundane.

For her, the feelings went further than platonic. But was she willing to risk a possible lifelong friendship for the uncertainty and pitfalls of a sexual relationship? Not that he’d indicated an interest in anything more.

A.C. NIXON From the moment my mother’s friend gave me a box of Harlequin Romances, I was hooked. No more Nancy Drew for me. It was all about finding love and happy ever after.

Between then and now, I’ve done a plethora of things, enjoying most of them. Well, they sounded good at the time. I’ve served in the military, worked with explosives, spent three months as a singing waitress in Interlaken, Switzerland, and enjoyed many a moments pretending to be someone else on stage.

Eventually I found my prince, but he wears camouflage instead of a crown. My court comprises two cats that can’t quite comprehend I’m the queen.

SAMARIA: IN THE BEGINNING

GENRE: PARANORMAL

A Viking with a thirst for blood. A naïve but powerful African princess. A vengeful sibling. Spirit possession. An engaging paranormal saga. And it’s only the beginning…

JAXX SUMMERS aka Janice Ross was born in Guyana, South America and migrated to the USA in 1980. Although her citizenship certificate now reads the United States of America, she considers herself a citizen of the world. Sure she has not physically been around the world and back, but she’s travelled in her mind and dreams.

MADAME LILLY, VOODOO PRIESTESS: SOULLESS (VOLUME 2)

GENRE: PARANORMAL

A captivating historical experience that travels across time delving into the struggles of two women, with shared lineage, who turn to voodoo for retribution.

DORMAINE G was born in Long Island, New York where she lived most of her life. As an adult she liked to travel out of the country though her favorite places to explore were her fantasy worlds as an author. She may be a nurse by profession but her heart has always belonged to writing. As a young child she spent many Saturdays in the library nurturing her love for books. There she discovered her fascination for the science fiction genre, through books, movies and graphic novels.

THE NEON HOUSES (A KENNEDY CIRCLE MYSTERY)

GENRE: PARANORMAL MYSTERY

Noel Kennedy hears screams inside her head, but the screams aren’t hers. Noel recognizes the frantic pleas as those of the young woman she mentors—Zarah Fisher.

LINDA C. MIMS resides in a popular suburb 30 miles south of Chicago with her husband and dog, Alexis. There, she’s working on the next in the “A Kennedy Circle Mystery” series. When she’s not writing, Linda can be found testing new recipes, tending her prize winning gardens, and tweeting author support for an indie writing community that she belongs to.

UNDER FURTHER REVIEW (THE PRO SERIES)

GENRE: ROMANCE

Shane Sinclair, a professional football player who does not like, entertain or talk to reporters, even when he is mandated to appear for the press conferences. Shane has his reasons for his stance, which strengthens when a reporter blurts out that his father had passed, and he was not informed yet. The only reporter that gave their condolences was one of the lone female sports reporter, Diamond Reeves. Although, Shane kept his stance about the story-hungry reporters, Ms. Reeves wiggled her way through his defenses and Shane finds that he needs to maneuver past hers so that their odd friendship can go to the next level. Shane’s ex-fiancé does not take the break up easily and sets out to cause havoc for the new couple and herself.

XYLA TURNER is a USA Today Bestselling and award-winning romance author. She was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York and is a dedicated educator. Outside of reading, Xyla likes to spend time with her family and travel as much as her schedule permits.

EXCUSE ME FIRST LOVE

GENRE: ROMANCE

What do you do when a crush turns into full blown love, but your object of affection might not feel the same? What if the one you yearn for happens to be your best friend?

DANIELLE BURTON is a native Detroiter and multi-genre novelist with deep appreciation for Black love. She’s penned several novels, a few available online, but Excuse Me, First Love is the first on her publishing journey. She has a knack for creating complex characters and then getting them into plenty of trouble. From sweet and heartwarming, sexy and scandalous, to dark and twisty, Danielle’s stories have a way of reaching down into your soul and evoking each and every emotion you have stored there.

FLAWLESS MISTAKE (THE SPENCER & SIONE SERIES)

GENRE: ROMANCE

Spencer steals from the wrong man, unleashing danger into her life. A danger Sione knows well from his violent past. Discover how Spencer and Sione get caught in a web created by one common enemy.

RACHEL WOODS writes complex, multicultural stories centered on strong women in jeopardy, fighting for love and their own lives.

When not writing, this read-a-holic can be found listening to audio books, reading the Book of Jeremiah, or scouring soap opera blogs. Rachel resides in Houston with her three sock monkeys.

DREAMS DEFERRED

GENRE: ROMANCE

Ivy needs protection from her son’s father. Luke needs a second chance. To save her son, Ivy must betray a very dangerous man. If she testifies, will she and Luke live long enough to get what they need?

L.J. TAYLOR The oldest of six children, L. J. Taylor grew up in New York City. As a child, she escaped her noisy siblings by voraciously reading every book in her parents’ collection and every romance novel she could check out of the public library. Her tastes later expanded to include classics, spy novels, and thrillers. Inspired by the stories she read, she began writing poetry and song lyrics and even tried to write a fantasy novel at the tender age of 13. She began writing novels as an adult during National November Writing Month in 2007 and has been chugging along ever since. When she’s not writing, L. J. practices law in Miami, Florida.

BLACK DIAMOND (PRECIOUS STONES BOOK 1)

GENRE: ROMANTIC SUSPENSE

An undercover investigation against a vicious rebel group, suspected of trafficking conflict diamonds, is jeopardized. FBI agent Camille Blackwell and CIA agent Marc Fulton must find the rebel leader before he finds Camille.

JA’NESE DIXON pens tales of romance in various subgenres. But her favorites are the ones that manage to keep readers sitting on the edge of their seats lying to themselves about reading “just one more chapter”.

She is an avid reader and coffee drinker, who also loves to run, cook, and craft. Her ultimate goal as a writer is to give you a little “staycation” with every story.

BOUND SOULS (FOREVER YOURS BOOK 1)

GENRE: SCI-FI ROMANCE

Lela and Zion are bound souls, destined to live eternity together. For these lovers, death is not an end, but a fateful beginning.

N.D. JONES lives in Maryland with her husband and two children. She is a dedicated educator, committed to equitable and excellent education for all students. N.D. has served in the role as teacher, department chair, and professional development teacher specialist, supporting the learning of students and the professional growth of teachers.

SAVING KILN (VENUS RISING BOOK 1)

GENRE: SCIENCE FICTION

She was born to rule. He was born to serve. Together they will set the world on fire!

SEVEN STEPS I have been writing for as long as I can remember. One of my mentors (you know who you are) often reminds me of my first foray into the world of literary fiction. It was a lively story about a bee’s journey to find a pot of missing honey. He says that I have improved since then. I think that he’s right.

I am a working wife and mother, as well as a devoted owner of a beautiful cat named Rosie. I enjoy hanging out with my friends and family, thrifting, and anything that reminds me of my childhood.

SISTER’S REVENGE

GENRE: THRILLER

Two orphans making it in the hood. Then the street life killed her brother. Her life in danger, Michelle was scared, and had no skills, but she had a score to settle.

LORI JEAN GRACE Growing up I preferred to hang out with my dad and his friends, watching them play cards or dominoes. Mostly they talked long $h*t, told lies, and exagerations. At a very young age I learned the art of truth fabrication—otherwise known as spinning yarns and creating alibies.

Later, I lived, or experienced, many of the struggles I write about in my books.

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Jazz Hands

JAZZ HANDS

The Studio Collection #3

by E.M. Denning

Publisher: PGP Liquid Gold
Genre: Erotic Romance
Content Warning: 18+

Katrina Hoffman can dance, but doesn’t. She hasn’t in years. But something is missing from her life right now, and she decides that one trip around the dance floor can’t hurt. When her first time on a dance floor in years thrusts her into the arms of a man who is practically her boss, Katrina’s pulse starts to race. At the office, Eugene is stern, dressed in suits and all business. Here, he’s relaxed and smiling, and the feel of his body against hers sends her head spinning.

Eugene has carried a torch for Katrina since the first day she waltzed into work. He wanted her before, but now that he’s felt her skin against his, her hands on his body, he needs to have her.

But when he does, will his confession send her running, or is the commitment-phobic dancer ready for something more?

Katrina’s six inch stilettos clicked on the floor as she entered the studio with her bag slung over her shoulder. Walking into a place filled with so much music and life and laughter reminded her of the years she spent in her grandma’s dance studio back home.

Katrina followed the sound of brass and swing, and slid into the room. She took a seat on one of the benches that lined the wall and bent to slide her stilettos off. She tucked them in her bag and dug out a pair of ice blue ballet flats. After tucking her bag under the bench, she glanced around. Next week, she’d have to try to show up a little early. Maybe she could partner with the tall, dark and dreamy man who was chatting up a leggy redhead.

“He’s unavailable.”

Katrina’s head whipped around to see an equally tall and almost as handsome man staring down at her. Her lip curled into a sneer.

“What are you doing here, Hoffman?”

She tried not to check him out, but it was nearly impossible. She was so used to seeing him in suits and dress shirts, the sight of him in a tight fitting T-shirt made her heart race. Wide shoulders. Narrow waist. She wondered if he was hiding a killer set of abs under that shirt. As fast as the thought entered her head, she pushed it away. She could not crush on him. Eugene worked in the same division at the ad agency, and through some stroke of luck, he’d landed the promotion she’d been lobbying for. He was practically her boss.

Eugene stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “I’ve been coming here for a couple of years now.” His gaze lingered on her curves almost too long.

Katrina crossed her arms over her chest. She suddenly regretted the pale blue dress with the plunging neckline. “Of course you have.”

“You know, Kat, the beginner class is down the hall.”

Katrina raised an eyebrow. “I can dance circles around you in your sleep, Hoffman.”

“Then why haven’t you been here before?”

Katrina pursed her lips, uncrossed her arms and smoothed her dress. Before she got a chance to dodge his question, the instructor came in. He was dressed in black from head to toe, and the way his clothes fit him made it look like they were painted on.

He clapped his hands twice and a hush fell over the room. “Grab your partners.” He hop-stepped across the room and hit the music.

“Come on,” Eugene said as he grabbed Katrina’s hand.

Katrina yanked her hand out of his as if it were on fire. “No. Uh-uh. I’m not dancing with you.” Katrina crossed her arms in front of herself and looked around the room for someone else, anyone else, she could partner with.

Eugene held out his hand. “I’m your only hope, Katrina.”

She sighed and dropped her hand into his. “Ugh. Fine.”

“Well, you don’t have to sound so enthusiastic.” Eugene shot her a smile and pulled her closer to him. “Try not to step on my toes.”

Katrina took a step back and sneered, but when Eugene’s hand closed on hers, when he grinned and started to dance, she was swept up in his enthusiasm. He moved so well, so fast, yet every step was perfectly placed. She felt herself relax and start to enjoy being reeled in by Eugene only to pull away again. That was the beauty of jazz dancing; it was fast and fun, and she enjoyed improvising.

Katrina wasn’t the only one who liked improvising. Eugene reeled her in with a sharp tug. He used her momentum to launch her over his head. She slid down his back, and he grabbed her hands when she slid between his legs and pulled her to her feet.

Katrina paused and shot him a look of surprise. “If your mission was to impress me, Eugene, it certainly worked.”

Eugene reeled her in closer, his only response was the smirk on his lips and the mischievous gleam in his eye.

When the hour was up, Katrina found herself reluctant to leave. She sat on the bench and dug her shoes out of her bag to change back into them. She glanced up at Eugene, who stood there looking deliciously nonchalant with his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Do you come here every week?”

“Why? Are you hoping for a repeat next Friday?”

She saw a hint of a smile on his lips and imagined her tongue running along the curve of his lower lip. “There are worse ways to spend an evening.” Katrina stood up. With her heels on she was only a couple of inches shorter than Eugene, the perfect kissing height. He could sweep her into his arms and pull her into a mind-blowing kiss. The arm around her waist would hold her there leaving his other hand free to slide up her back or to get tangled in her hair.

“Are you? Because if you are I could definitely see myself coming back.”

Katrina stuffed her flats into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see. Enjoy your weekend, Eugene.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Katrina strode out of the studio and into the parking lot. She had to get out of there before she could act on any of her ridiculous impulses.

“What kind of a name is Eugene, anyway?” She said to herself as she pulled out of the parking lot. She tried talking herself out of her attraction to him. He’s not that good-looking, she tried to tell herself. But he was. His sandy hair had a slight wave to it and she could imagine her fingers raking through it. He’d always looked good in a suit, but nothing had prepared her for how he looked in that tight T-shirt.

When she got home there was a message on her answering machine from Ally-cat, wanting to know how her first lesson went. She erased the message and decided to call her friend back tomorrow. Allison had known her long enough to know that she didn’t need lessons and she’d known Allison long enough to know that wasn’t the question she was really asking.

Katrina popped open a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. She brought it to her lips and took a generous swallow. She set the glass on the counter and grabbed her phone off the counter and dialled her brother’s number. He wouldn’t be home for hours and he was the first person she wanted to tell. He was the only person who could really understand.

As predicted, her call was sent to voicemail. “Hey Scotty.” She paused, took a breath to steady herself, then continued. “I went dancing tonight. I went to a jazz dance drop in at this studio a friend of Allison’s recommended, and I did it. Talk to you soon, love you, brat.” She ended the call and returned the phone to the cradle. She grabbed her drink and drained the rest of it in a couple large swallows.

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Kevin promised his sister to walk her down the aisle at her wedding. This wouldn’t be so bad, but she’s also making him dance with her. There’s only one problem—Kevin can’t dance.

Determined to have the perfect day, Kevin’s sister signs him up for dancing lessons. His instructor, Ginger, thinks he bit off more than he could chew and offers him some private instruction after class. As his sister’s wedding approaches and his lessons come to an end, he soon learns the benefit of following Ginger’s lead.

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Allison Elliot was too short to be a ballerina—according to the studio that turned her away. Determined to pursue her childhood dream of learning ballet, she signs up for lessons at a different studio and quickly catches the attention of her instructor.

Josh Owen is more than happy to be her teacher, and maybe more if she’d let him, but she doesn’t seem to notice his advances. Is she oblivious to the obvious chemistry between them, or is something more going on? When Allison threatens to drop his class, Josh urges her to reconsider. Will she stay, or will she give up on two dreams—ballet and love?

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E. M. Denning is a writer from British Columbia. She loves her family and her animals and anything cute and fuzzy. She was born a hopeless romantic and when she’s not writing romance, she’s probably reading it. She loves love.

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