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The highly anticipated second novel in the “Dangerous Dancers” series, DEATH DANCER is now available for purchase directly from PRIDE Publishing! Read an excerpt and learn more about DEATH DANCER and the author Tara Lain below!
Death Dancer
(Dangerous Dancers #2)
By Tara Lain
Blurb:
A tattooed dancer and a by-the-book detective dance with death in the ego-fueled halls of ballet.
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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Excerpts
Val dragged in a breath. Am I nervous? Oddly, yes. I guess I don’t
get questioned by the police every day. He chuckled. And if I believe that excuse, I’ll get an award for self-deception.
Do cops ever fuck their consultants? He
crossed the sidewalk and stepped into the restaurant. Whoa. Good smells. Rich and spicy without being overwhelming.
get questioned by the police every day. He chuckled. And if I believe that excuse, I’ll get an award for self-deception.
Do cops ever fuck their consultants? He
crossed the sidewalk and stepped into the restaurant. Whoa. Good smells. Rich and spicy without being overwhelming.
He glanced around the small space. The
tables were fairly close and mostly full of people, but not packed European-style.
Preston had snagged a corner table in the back. For a second, Val got to stare
at Preston without him being aware. He was nervously scrolling through his
phone, not seeming to pay much attention to anything on the screen. His foot
bounced in its polished loafer. Loafers on a cop? He’d taken off his tie, but
that appeared to be his one concession to informality. Definite stick up that ass. Wonder why I’m so interested in putting
something else up there? Cheekbones for miles. I like that. And so many colors
in that hair—from earth to fire.
tables were fairly close and mostly full of people, but not packed European-style.
Preston had snagged a corner table in the back. For a second, Val got to stare
at Preston without him being aware. He was nervously scrolling through his
phone, not seeming to pay much attention to anything on the screen. His foot
bounced in its polished loafer. Loafers on a cop? He’d taken off his tie, but
that appeared to be his one concession to informality. Definite stick up that ass. Wonder why I’m so interested in putting
something else up there? Cheekbones for miles. I like that. And so many colors
in that hair—from earth to fire.
Like a deer scenting the wind for
predators, Preston raised his head and his eyes met Val’s. Those eyes widened
and his lips parted ever so slightly. Then he kind of shook himself, plastered
on a semi-smile and stood.
predators, Preston raised his head and his eyes met Val’s. Those eyes widened
and his lips parted ever so slightly. Then he kind of shook himself, plastered
on a semi-smile and stood.
Val walked toward him, just enough sway in
the hips to make it seem incidental. Extending his hand, he returned the smile.
“Detective.”
the hips to make it seem incidental. Extending his hand, he returned the smile.
“Detective.”
Preston took his hand. “Uh, you can try Preston
or, uh, Andrew.”
or, uh, Andrew.”
“Umm. Can I call you Andy?”
One eyebrow rose as he shook hands. “Not
if you expect an answer.”
if you expect an answer.”
That was what Val liked. That streak of snark hidden behind the ramrod
posture.
posture.
Andrew laughed as he scraped the last of
the tiramisu and munched his final bite of cookie.
the tiramisu and munched his final bite of cookie.
“I should have gotten two pieces.”
“Have mercy. I’d never get out of the
gym.” He set the plate on the table. “Thank you. That was really good.”
gym.” He set the plate on the table. “Thank you. That was really good.”
“So what would you like to do with the
rest of your night off?”
rest of your night off?”
Fluorescent pink rushed across Andrew’s
cheeks like someone raised a flag.
cheeks like someone raised a flag.
Val smiled. “First, I guess I should ask
you if you’re gay.”
you if you’re gay.”
“Do you think I am?” He stared at his
hands. Beautiful hands with long fingers and narrow palms.
hands. Beautiful hands with long fingers and narrow palms.
“Yes.”
He looked up. “Oh? Why?”
“I think you like me. More and differently
than most straight men would.”
than most straight men would.”
“Maybe I just like ballet.” He flashed
that half smile again.
that half smile again.
“Beethoven didn’t write any ballets.”
“What?”
“The music you played in your car was
symphonic, not balletic. Plus, you don’t know shit about ballet.”
symphonic, not balletic. Plus, you don’t know shit about ballet.”
Andrew snorted. “True.”
“So you just like me.”
“Also true.”
“Do you want to have sex?”
“I think so.”
“What would make you know so?”
Those pale eyes flashed up and met Val’s.
“Do you top or bottom?”
“Do you top or bottom?”
“Is this a test?”
Andrew didn’t reply, but those green eyes
didn’t waver.
didn’t waver.
“I’ve done both.”
He still didn’t answer.
“I’m a bottom.”
“Is that one of the reasons you’re careful
about what you eat?”
about what you eat?”
“Yes.”
A slow, satisfied grin spread across his
face.
face.
“Have we arrived at ‘know so’?” He
laughed.
laughed.
“Fuck yeah.” With one long-fingered hand,
Andrew Preston, boy blusher and stick-up-the-ass organizational freak, grabbed
Val behind the neck, pulled him in tight and consumed his mouth with lips so
hot they should have been licensed by the NYFD.
Andrew Preston, boy blusher and stick-up-the-ass organizational freak, grabbed
Val behind the neck, pulled him in tight and consumed his mouth with lips so
hot they should have been licensed by the NYFD.
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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”!
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