Music in my head, dance in my body, the rhythm of my heart.
How far can you fall in just one month? How quickly can the human spirit be broken? Where does evil hide in plain sight?
Ash wants to dance. Needs it. To leave behind a life of expectation and duty, to set his soul free.
But life is never that simple. Every step is a journey on a new road.
For every action, there is a reaction.
Every choice has a consequence.
And when you meet the wrong person, all bets are off.
Laney tolerates her limitations, pushing quietly at boundaries. But when Ash crashes into her world through rage and violence, it sets off a chain reaction that neither of them expected.
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“Right, let’s see what you can do,” Elaine said.
I nodded at the technician, then pulled off my t-shirt, holding it out like a matador’s cape, and strode onto the stage with the sultry, dragging steps of the Paso Doble.
Florence and the Machine poured from the speakers, filling the empty cavern of the theater.
And I became the dance. I was a matador, facing a pitiless enemy.
‘Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air…’
I stepped forward with my heels, strong and proud, arms sweeping up from my sides, the t-shirt whirling around my head and tossed away.
‘I know I can count on you…’
Apel: the Flamenco stamp.
The movements were quick and sharp, staccato, chest and head held high, feet directly underneath my body.
‘Sometimes I feel like saying, “Lord, I just don’t care”…’
I felt it. I felt it all. Anger and frustration, the drama of the music: sur place, separation, attack, the open promenade, the Spanish line—the formal steps flowed through me, but it was emotion, owning the music, feeling the music, living it. I danced and the world stopped. All the pain, all the bitterness, lost in the music.
I leapt through the air, my body shouting the aggression that was sealed inside. Movements proud and strong.
The music died away and I stood panting on the stage, sweat pouring down my chest.
Yveta cheered from the wings and I turned my head to grin at her.
Against her will, Elaine was impressed. She jerked her head in a quick nod.
“You can dance.”
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About the author
For as long as I can remember, I wanted to write. Perhaps it was growing up in a village well known for its mystery and folklore, which sparked my imagination as a child.
I enjoy writing in several different genres, and I’ve just published my first romcom, ‘Dazzled’.
All my books have a little me in them, and I’m inspired by the personal stories of those around me. It’s often from a simple discussion overheard in the train (‘Exposure’), in a café, or in the street, where ideas for characters or scenes come to me.
I fell in love with both Sam (‘The New Samurai’) and the eponymous Sebastian in ‘The Education of Sebastian’ and the sequel ‘The Education of Caroline’, and missed them desperately once I’d finished their stories. I love writing dialogue and always try to include touches of humour in the most poignant stories.
Whether you like adult romance novels, new or young adult writing, thrillers, or fantasy, I hope you’ll enjoy the journey through my stories.
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