Professional dancer Anita Goodman has learned that lesson the hard way. With her studio and her reputation on the line, she has to take a chance on the last person she ever wanted to partner with: her best friend.
Patrick O’Leary has loved Anita since high school, but he has languished in the Friend Zone for long enough. He will take this last chance to prove to her that love is greater than winning.
Neither of them realize that conquering their rising attraction won’t be their biggest obstacle. Someone does not want them to be together, and will stop at nothing to get their way.
Love, dance, and danger. It’s a Ballroom Blitz.
The ballroom still thrummed with the clack of heels and the slide of suede, though its last inhabitants had vanished over an hour before. Applause and cheering from the final night party echoed across the hallway. The tables were strewn with hair pins, empty water bottles, and sweaty towels tossed with exhilaration before another heat. The perfume of sunless tanner and hairspray drifted toward the apex of the ballroom’s ceiling, and it almost seemed that a few notes of a Viennese waltz still clung to the utilitarian white hotel tablecloths.
Rapid footsteps broke the waiting silence. Stilettos from the click click click, glimmering with crystals, a few of which scattered from the shoes with a brackish clatter as the heels struck the parquet of the ballroom floor. Heavy breathing, panting. “No!” A stumble as one heel of the red satin crystal-encrusted stilettos snapped. Sobbing.
Then another pair of footsteps, flats, fashionable. Something hard, with an edge that might draw blood. These footsteps were measured. No panic. No anxiety. Calculating.
The sobs intensified. “Please, please, please, no, I didn’t do anythi—”
A gurgle, a grimace, a thud. The wash of silk from a bone-white evening gown susurrated along the cold parquet floor. The scent of copper flooded the air.
A grunt, a vicious exhale, an audible sneer.
Then the ballroom closed upon itself again. The tables, the cloths, the chandeliers, the lights. All waiting for its new secret to be discovered.
Natalie writes romances and cozy mysteries featuring women who want to be seen and the men and women who cannot look away from them.
Natalie lives in Los Angeles, where writing is an acceptable way to avoid sunburn. She is mom to two lovely young munchkins who despise brushing their hair and eat way too much cake. She is unapologetically terrible at taking selfies.
Tabitha Valby has spent the last several years of her life hoping she wouldn't need that mantra again. She's moved on and built up a successful empire. She doesn't need love, not again. A dream house, though? Absolutely.
Dennis Rayner may be an armchair forensic genealogist, but after his fiancee leaves him high and dry, he needs to prioritize. When his ballroom dance teacher offers to set him up on a date, he agrees, but he's not the best with appointments. And there's the siren call of an open house for a dream home calling his name…
Sparks fly when they both arrive unexpectedly at the same desired piece of real estate.
Little do they know that this open house was never supposed to happen, and they are about to get caught in the crossfire.
As they are forced to run for their lives, they realize that they might not survive without each other. This might be both the worst and the best blind date of their lives.
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This is a clean romance suspense novella but does contain strong language.
TW: home invasion, strong language, polka
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