A Dance with Death
She’s a classic…
After recovering from an injury and uncertain of her
future in the world of dance, ballerina Isabella treats herself to a dating
service–some frolicking between the sheets before she decides what to do with
the rest of her life is just the jeté her heart and mind needs.
He’s a bit more modern…
A successful music video choreographer, Raul is
constantly surrounded by gorgeous dancers. But his life lacks a vitality and
depth he needs to fuel his creative passion. He turns to a 1Night Stand to
discover inspiration.
A dance between life and death…
When an accident threatens to cancel the evening of
romance, Isabella and Raul will have to dance to a new beat. Can a dance with
death change fate?
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About the Author:
A Southern California native,
Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published
author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories
to full-length novels.
Bacio shares her household
with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude
pet craziness: two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits, hermit
crabs and rolly pollies. In her other life, she teaches college classes in
English, journalism and popular culture.
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the following excerpt for A DANCE WITH DEATH:
If Raul had met Isabella before that
moment, he would have remembered her. She moved with the gait of a lifelong
dancer. Elegant. No wonder ballerinas were described with terminology such as a gazelle. He worked with pop stars and
modern artists so often, he’d forgotten the beauty of the more simple
pleasures. Isabella seemed to shun simple.
She embodied grace, refined and fragile.
Where had that thought come from?
Despite being in dance—way back in the day—and working as a choreographer and
producer, Raul’s image of himself was tilted, off-centered. He lacked
agility—an ogre, a brute who would break the porcelain figurine the minute he
got her between the sheets. His hard-on raged at the thought of her lithe body
stripped bare, wriggling beneath him. Oh, he’d have to go slowly and gently,
but she’d scream his name before the night ended. He could use the little ego
boost and extracurricular activity.
She watched him, and he grew tired of
the stalemate. Time slipped away, too precious to waste on the monotony of hard
feelings.
“You need to loosen up.”
She opened her mouth, a line creased
her forehead, and he moved, kissing her.
Full lips. His arm slipped around her
waist and held her firm against him. She squirmed in his embrace, but soon her
lips became more pliant, she leaned into his body, and let out a soft moan.
“That’s more like it,” he said,
releasing her. “We need to spend more time kissing than arguing. Deal?”
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