One wrong move, and she could be dancing on her grave…
Two years after an injury put her dancing career on hold, Lynnrina Kovaleva is determined to reclaim her place on the stage. On the eve of her comeback production, she takes the edge off her nerves with a one-night stand in the strong arms of celebrity bodyguard Mateo Rivera.
Ex-cop Mateo is celebrating one hell of an anniversary: eight months since he was declared unfit for duty. When a delicate beauty boldly propositions him in a bar, he chooses to lose himself in her body rather than lose his mind to alcohol. This choice comes back to haunt him when he’s hired to protect a prima ballerina who’s been receiving threats.
Despite her shock at seeing him again, Lynn must not allow their intense attraction—or any creepy fan letters—to undermine her performance. Mateo can’t reconcile this coldly focused dancer with the passionate woman who seduced him. Yet he sees fire under the ice, pain hidden by the smooth mask of perfection.
The vivid memory of their entwined bodies wars with the job at hand, but he must keep Lynn safe—regardless of the cost. The most difficult challenge, however, will be keeping his hands to himself.
Warning: Contains jetés, pliés, a chilling touch of danger, and the boiling heat of an unwanted attraction that combusts into passionate sex.
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Excerpt (Steamy)
She couldn’t handle another day of nerves, of pent-up lust ruining her focus. “You shouldn’t stay at the studio today.” Somehow a letter from some lunatic made her less nervous than those hard dark eyes.
His eyebrows rose. “We back to the same game?”
“No games.” She forced herself to put down her glass calmly before she slammed it on the counter. The same counter where he’d fucked her from behind, where she’d begged him to go harder. “I need to focus on the piece and I can’t do that with you watching.” The words kept pouring out even while she tried to get herself to just shut up. “You’re hot then you’re cold, and I can’t catch my balance. Either it’s personal or business, and you—”
“Last night was personal.”
“Don’t freaking interrupt.” Except she didn’t know what else to say now.
“You’re done talking?”
“No.” It came out breathy when she wanted to tell him to go to hell. Except his eyes held her a willing captive.
“You should know I barely slept last night.”
She nodded, suddenly nervous.
“You should know I’m not thinking clearly.”
Another nod, because she didn’t have anything to say.
“You should tell me to go.”
“Then go.” She thought she whispered those two words except his mouth was on hers, firm, wild, desperate.
No control this time, no seduction. He kissed her as if he were starved, as if her mouth was salvation.
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