Title: Slow Dancing
Author: Stylo Fantôme
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: February 21, 2020
Blurb
A rising pop star who can't let go of her
emotional baggage, and a cocky dance partner who doesn't know what monogamy is.
She's inhibited.
He's free-spirited.
She doesn't want a relationship.
He doesn't believe in them.
She can't believe that anyone would love her.
He can't seem to stop himself from loving her.
When their differences collide and sparks
start to fly, he's sure it's the start of something amazing.
And she's sure it's the end of her career.
Who will be right?
Excerpt
Woods's voice was suddenly behind her, startling her.
“Why do you always sneak up on me?” she demanded, not able to keep the
grin from her face. He beckoned her with one finger, and she swayed into him,
her body moving to the music. Closed her eyes as she remembered their dance
from the beach.
“Because I like to see you blush,” he replied, one arm coiling around her
waist as he moved in rhythm with her.
“Mean man, that's not very nice,” she laughed, looking up at him again.
“I'm not a very nice man.”
She snorted. The tequila was rolling around in her brain, making her feel
loose. Bold.
“No, you're not, are you? You're a tease.”
“A tease?” his eyebrows shot up. “Explain, please.”
“You. Sneaking up on me, talking to me the way you do.”
“And how do I talk to you, hmmm?” He raised a beer bottle to his lips –
she hadn't even realized he'd had one in his free hand.
“You talk to me like ...” she tried to think through the tequila fog.
“Like you know me. Like you know secrets about me, and you're keeping them from
me.”
“Maybe I do,” Woods challenged before necking the rest of his beer. She
watched the tendons in his neck stretch and pull taut. Ridiculously wanted to
place her tongue against them.
“And what secrets do you know, pray tell?” she asked, loosely wrapping
her arms around his shoulders as a slow song came on.
“I know a lot of things.”
“I think you're full of shit,” she called him out. “I think you just like
to tease people. Poor Jeremy.”
“I didn't once tease Jeremy,” Woods corrected her. “If you asked him, I
think you would find that he was highly, and often, fulfilled.”
“Fulfilled? Or just filled?” she joked before she could
stop herself.
“Ooohhh, I think I'm going to like drunk-you very much,” his voice was
low as he laughed at her response.
“And none of that is a secret – everyone knew you two were sleeping
together. I don't think you know any secrets, Woods Donahue,” she said.
He pulled her in tight to him, pressed his mouth to her ear.
“I know some things,” he breathed. “I know you look at me when you think
I'm not looking at you. I know you wonder what it was like between Jeremy and
me. But mostly, you wonder what it would be like between you and me.”
Her temperature skyrocketed and she felt like she couldn't breathe.
Forget blushing, she was on fire, and she couldn't decide if she wanted
to run away, or cry, or strip. Possibly some combination of all three.
Author Bio
Crazy woman
from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a
necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about
right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see
shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm
clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs
more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I
do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the
year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a
curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't
understand me.
Yeah. I
think that about sums me up.
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