Death Dancer
(Dangerous Dancers #2)
By Tara Lain
Blurb:
Bad boy of ballet, Valentin “Val” Aalto stands poised on the verge of huge success -- except for one big obstacle. Influential lead dancer Harry Hardesty hates Val and cheats him out of the lead in Romeo and Juliet. When Hardesty winds up dead, Val looks like a prime suspect – and gets thrown under the detailed and methodical inspection of the handsome NY detective with the stick up his butt, Andrew Preston. At first, Preston believes Hardesty may be the victim of the chilling Dancer Killer who’s struck three victims, but evidence stacks up against Val. Still, Andrew can’t seem to keep his hands off his suspect and when the Dancer Killer starts stalking Val, Andrew is forced to choose between his dedication to a job he loves – and his growing passion for his beautiful dancer. Together Val and Andrew discover that chaos can be beautiful, one should choose desserts wisely, and love can even trump death in the rehearsal halls of ballet.
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Excerpt
Is that light?
Val opened an eye and frowned at the sliver of brightness seeping
around his closed blinds. What the fuck
time is it? Am I late for rehearsal?
Jesus, he never slept like this. A lifetime of living with different
relatives and in ballet school with all kinds of people had turned
him into a light sleeper.
Wait.
No weight on his back. No soft breathing. He’d heard breath
earlier—hadn’t he? He sat up, the covers falling to his hips.
Across the room,
Andrew was pulling on his sport coat as he watched his foot slide on
a loafer, sockless.
“Leaving without saying goodbye?”
“Oh, uh, not necessarily, but you
were sleeping quite soundly.”
“Yeah, well, I was fucked into
another dimension.” He rubbed a hand over his neck.
Andrew’s cheeks turned pink.
So, hello to
the bumbling detective.
“Oddly, I slept like the dead. I
usually wake up at the sound of a leaf. I can’t imagine what got
into me.”
Val grinned. “I can. What time is
it?”
“Six.”
“In the
morning?”
“Uh yes.”
“Holy shit! Don’t I remember
something about a day off for you?”
“No, that was a night off. Night’s
over.”
Val raised his
legs and hugged his knees, the sheet covering them. “So,
apparently, is your liaison with my ass.”
“I have to get to work.”
Val flipped the sheet off his lap to
reveal a very upright example of morning erection. “That’s
exactly what I was thinking.” He bared his teeth in his snarkiest
grin.
“An impressive invitation.” That
produced a small smile.
“A national characteristic. Us
Finns are well endowed. It’s scientific fact.” Val eyed the
proper law enforcement officer in front of him. “What’s your
excuse?”
Another blush.
“Well, my father was known as a horse’s ass. Maybe I got the
cock?”
Val fell back
against his pillow and laughed. Andrew amazed him. Funny, dry,
witty—weird. “So, question.” He flipped on his side.
“Okay.”
“In the throes last night, you on
several occasions mentioned ‘the next time’. Is there going to be
one?”
“I, uh, hope so.”
“Me too.”
Andrew smiled shyly and walked
toward the door.
“Andrew?”
“Yes?”
“Who is that guy who fucked my
brains out last night?”
Wrinkles played across his forehead.
“I’m not altogether sure.”
The door opened.
Gone.
Whew.
Dangerous Dancers Series
About the Author
Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!
You can find Tara at Lain
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