Falling

A dancer must always keep her feet…

When Daniel Turner shows up in Ella’s five-year-old ballet class, wearing a baseball cap and gnawing on a wad of Big Red, she’s ready to haul his country butt straight out the window. The big one overlooking traffic and three stories up.

But when she’s forced to give him private dance lessons, will she wish she’d given into her reckless impulse to send him diving or will his handsome good looks and easy-going ways ensure she’s the one who takes the fall?

Excerpt:
An emotion she couldn’t name held her in check, begging her to accept the gift.
Their lips touched with the barest of touches and her flesh sizzled with the fire of a thousand blazes. Dizziness assailed her and her hand lashed out to grasp the table’s edge, in an effort to keep herself from falling, falling…