Rebecca has kindly let me invade
her blog again and tell you a little about Dance to a Different Beat. I did
bring cookies though.
Dancing….
Whenever you hear a certain piece
of music it can transport you away, back in time, to a different place. Not always nice maybe, but more often than not
it is. Your first kiss, that hot summer when you went to Corfu, the very first
dance as husband and wife. Or sniff the song you heard when your
boyfriend ditched you, or you failed your driving test.
Okay let's now think happy
things. The dance of love. Okay smaltzy, but as Jane and Sean will tell you,
there's dancing and there is d a n c I n g …
Their dancing is not
conventional, but is it theirs.
I had such a varied playlist in
my head as I wrote this. I tend not to write to music, but every so often a
song will pop up in my mind and I'll think oh yes, that's one of theirs. Dancing,
with tears in her eyes… Rhythm of the night…Oh and Mambo number 5.
I've so enjoyed writing this, the second book
in The Dance Studio Series. To think of a nondescript building in the center of
Glasgow housing such a secret…
Blurb…
Jane has a decision to make. Meet
Sean and face her demons or hide.
Sean is happy to help her, but
will she let him?
All he wants is Jane and as for
those demons? They're always better faced together, aren't they?
And a wee tease…
"Yeah." She spoke so
softly he wondered if she really intended him to hear. "Yes, you're right.
So, I'm scared, I don't want to have to make the decision that might change my
life. And I thought if I goaded you to do whatever, then the decision was made
for me. I'm so, so sorry."
Bloody hellfire, she was such a mass of
contradictions. And stupidity.
Sean saw red—literally. A red haze covered his eyes and he dug into the denim
of his jeans to stop himself smashing something. "You stupid fucking
idiot. Do you know what you've just admitted?"
Anyone else would have been on
their knees babbling and remorseful. Not Jane. She poked him in the stomach.
The impact of her hand wasn't much, but the impact of her words were. "Yes
I do, or why would I apologize? You see I thought wrongly, I could trust you
not to do anything I didn't want. You're a Dom, you know these things."
"Arg." Sean lost the plot, grabbed a crystal vase from the
table and threw it and the contents against the wall. Shards of glass flew in
all directions, and roses and water arced into the air. "Yes, when they
know the sub. For fuck's sake did you learn nothing? And don't move or you'll
cut yourself." Jane had jerked away from him, and looked like she wanted
to throw the coffee pot at him. "Hell Jane, what the fuck's going
on?" His chest heaved and he took great shuddering breaths. "We have
to sort this out now. It can't be left. Ring in sick, spend the day with me.
We'll talk and see where we can go afterward." He didn't wait for an
answer but lifted her over the mess on the floor before he dragged her trousers
off her ankles and threw them in the direction of the broken blooms. They
landed next to a rose, its petals twisted and bruised. It reminded him of Jane,
but he hoped not for long.
IF you liked it, Dance to a Different Beat, is available
from
Amazon AllRomance Ebooks and Bookstrand
Nosy links…
Raven lives in Scotland, along
with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the
nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in
her books.
She is used to sharing her life
with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the
scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she
appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of
those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books
almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's
strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has
been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband
is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a
glass of wine.
You can find out more about Raven
here…
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan
(my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author
page)
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