ALPHA
TANGO
The Studio Collection Book 1
By E.M.
Denning
Publisher: Paper Gold Publishing
Genre: Erotic Romance
Content Warning: 18+
Kevin promised
his sister to walk her down the aisle at her wedding. This wouldn’t be so bad,
but she’s also making him dance with her. There’s only one problem—Kevin can’t
dance.
Determined to
have the perfect day, Kevin’s sister signs him up for dancing lessons. His
instructor, Ginger, thinks he bit off more than he could chew and offers him
some private instruction after class. As his sister’s wedding approaches and
his lessons come to an end, he soon learns the benefit of following Ginger’s
lead.
“You’re late.”
She looked around him, as if she were searching for someone. “And you have no
partner.” Her words were clipped.
“I’m sorry.”
Kevin found himself stumbling over the words. He crossed his arms in front of
himself. “I’ll just stand over here and watch.” He took a step back but Ginger
grabbed him by the arm and led him to the middle of the floor.
“Follow my
lead,” Ginger said as she placed one of his hands on her shoulder and the other
on her lower back. Her emerald eyes flashed him a stern look. “And try not to
step on my toes. These shoes are new and expensive.”
“I’m new at
this,” he admitted. His annoyance gave his voice a hard edge. “So don’t expect
miracles.”
“Don’t worry, I
keep my expectations low when it comes to first timers.” Ginger took a step and
Kevin immediately stomped on her foot. Her gaze flashed down to the scuff on
her shoe, then up to his face. She took note of his cocky smirk and matched it
with one of her own. “Okay, hot shot, you lead.”
Kevin froze. His
hesitation didn’t go unnoticed.
“That’s what I
thought.” Ginger squared her shoulders. “Now, follow me. Once you get the hang
of the basics, you can lead.”
If Kevin were to
write a list of the most horrible experiences of his life, ballroom dancing
would have almost made it on there. The only thing stopping him from walking
out of the studio and telling Camille to shove it was Ginger. She was all
smiles and laughter, even when he stomped on her toes and scuffed her new
shoes. Even though he never got the hang of the basics and ended up following
her for the entire lesson, he loved touching her. She was light and agile, so
fast on her feet. She reminded him of a ray of light, the way he could feel her
warmth on his skin.
Kevin stuck
around at the end of the lesson. He leaned against the wall and watched the
other dancers filter out. Some stopped to pat him on the shoulder and tell him
he did well. Others were honest and told him he’d eventually get the hang of
it.
After Ginger had
said goodbye to the last pair, she turned and eyed Kevin.
“So what brings
you here anyway?”
“What?” Kevin
grinned. “Can’t a guy broaden his horizons?”
“A guy like
you?” Her gaze raked over his body and he bristled at her words.
A guy like him.
What was that supposed to mean?
“There has to be
a girl involved. Someone’s making you come here. Fiancée?”
Kevin laughed
and shook his head. The thought of him with a fiancée made him both cringe and
laugh. He’d dated a lot of women, called only a handful his girlfriend and had
met exactly no one he’d want to spend anything resembling eternity with. “My
sister is getting married. She’s making me dance with her at her reception.”
“At her wedding
reception?” Ginger’s face melted into a look of concern. “When’s the wedding?”
“Six weeks.”
Ginger cringed.
“No offence, Kevin, but I think you’re doomed.”
E. M. Denning is
a writer from British Columbia. She loves her family and her animals and
anything cute and fuzzy. She was born a hopeless romantic and when she’s not
writing romance, she’s probably reading it. She loves love.
 |
| MoB Promotions |
No comments:
Post a Comment