Another great book tour for you all today! This is for a really unique and interesting contemporary romance by Deanna Roy. Below you will find information about the book, the author, an exciting excerpt, and a fantastic giveaway, all hosted by Xpresso Book Tours.
She was hidden from the world. Then he arrived. An emotional new novel from six-time USA Today bestselling author Deanna Roy
For four years, I’ve lived in almost total seclusion. Homeschooled, forbidden from social media, seeing no one other than the dancers at Dreamcatcher Academy, where I teach ballet to little girls in wheelchairs.
Then Blitz arrives.
He’s the disgraced host of Dance Blitz, a bawdy reality show where Blitz sleeps with as many dancers as possible while looking for his perfect partner.
At least he was. A few weeks ago, he got kicked off his own show.
He’s at my academy for a publicity stunt, and my wheelchair ballerinas are his ticket back into the public’s good graces.
I intend to hate him and stay as far away as possible. But when he looks at me, I can’t resist. Before I realize what’s happened, we’re sneaking into back rooms, dancing, kissing, planning dates away from the cameras and the wrath of my family.
But I’m afraid. I have a secret at the academy, a small, wonderful, terrible secret, and if I stay with Blitz, the world will find out. ____________ Forbidden Dance is a full-length standalone HEA, although fans who fall in love with Blitz and Livia can continue the series to follow more of their love story
About The Author
Deanna Roy is the six-time USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and women's fiction. She is a passionate advocate for women who have lost babies. She has several books on the subject, including her bestseller FOREVER INNOCENT, a romance about a couple whose baby is taken off life support at seven days old. She has run the website PregnancyLoss.Info for fifteen years, including many large spin-off support groups both online and in person. To learn about new releases, sign up for her subscriber list at http://deannaroy.com/news. She has regular giveaways in conjunction with major pregnancy loss events.
When I look up, I feel dizzy. It’s like a dream. Blitz Craven isn’t just someone on the television set. He’s here. And extending his hand to me. Me. A nineteen-year-old homeschooled wall flower.
I have to swallow over the lump in my throat. He looks so handsome, so devilishly roguish, that I’m momentarily stunned. I take his hand and allow him to lift me up.
“You look devastatingly beautiful in pale blue,” he says.
I glance down at my leotard and matching skirt. It’s now officially my favorite outfit.
“What are we going to dance?” I ask.
“We’ll take it easy,” he says. “A waltz, like the name of your academy.”
He steps in close to me and takes my right hand in his. “Left hand just below my shoulder,” he says.
His muscle there is strong. I’ve never touched anything like it. He places his free hand lightly on my shoulder blade. A tingle runs up my spine.
“We’re going to go backwards for you,” he says. “Step back, then to the left, then feet together. Ready?”
I nod, although my mind is racing. Are my hands sweaty? What if I step on him? He’s going to think I’m a terrible dancer. I flirt with the idea of sprinting for the door.
But he counts us in, and something in the squeeze of his hand and the pressure on my back tells me when we’re going to move. We step back, left, and together, and then he pauses.
“See, you’re a natural,” he says. “Let’s do it again with the opposite foot.”
We do the step again, starting with the left. “Perfect,” he says. “Now you know it all. We’ll do them both in a row and keep going.”
He starts us off again, and this time we move around the room. I can’t believe it, but I’m waltzing!
“You’re amazing,” I tell him, and I mean it.
“You learn quickly,” he says. His steps become longer, more exaggerated, and suddenly we’re turning, and I’m keeping up somehow. There’s communication in his touch, in the pressure of his hands, some small clue in his posture and position, and my brain gets it. Take this pivot, lean here, stretch out the step.
The music is intoxicating and the beauty of the dance overwhelms me. I’ve loved ballet these two years for its grace and precision. But this dance in his arms is like a revelation, a miracle. I really do feel like a princess at a ball.