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And I realize I forgot to post a Tuesday teaser for Heartfall because I was dealing with babies who had the flu and just getting back from a week on vacation.  But who says teasers just have to be on Tuesday?

Closing my eyes, I remember that time in Sebastian’s studio when he was teaching me how to partner and he moved my body to the side, then kissed the side of my neck. I push up on my toes and fouette, then do chaînés across the room watching myself in the mirror, smiling. Avery is at a party getting drunk, and I’m in a room all by myself getting high en pointe. Repeating the moves, I do this from corner to corner, my speed and intensity increasing. But just as I’m getting into my groove, reaching my peak, the song ends.

Throwing my arms in the air as I come out of the turn, I sigh. “That was a fun six minutes.”
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“Could have been longer. It’s the twenty-first century.” A low, sexy voice comes from the door. My heart jumps from my chest to my feet and back to my chest.

I’ve only heard it once, but I immediately recognize it. It’s Liam Scott’s voice. “Yeah. So? And what the heck? Have you been watching me? That’s creepy.”

“The twenty-first century.” He completely ignores my questions, closing the distance between us, pointing to the CD player. “There’s a repeat button right here,” he says, pressing it. “And then six minutes of fun turns into an infinite number. Well, as many as your pretty legs can stand.” He licks his lips and smiles. “And yes, I nearly got dizzy, but I can’t help but watch you.” He pulls the elastic from my hair. “You should do what you just did with your hair down, by the way.”

“Uh! Ballerinas don’t wear their hair down.”

He chuckles. “Says who?”

I huff. “Says anyone who knows ballet.”

“Well, I’ll admit I’ve never given a fuck about ballet until I saw you doing it, so I’m no expert. But I saw you watching yourself in the mirror. Try it again with your hair down.”

Who does he think he is? My cheeks redden, and I swallow as I snatch the elastic back and start to redo my hair in the top knot he undid.

He smirks. “You’re really good, Grace, but you already know that. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. So, please don’t stop on my account. Even if you refuse to take my advice about your hair.”

Pressing the repeat button, I cross my arms. “It’s Claire. And I don’t do repeat buttons, either, but thanks.” He gives me this weird smile while furrowing his brows. It’s really cute, and it’s hard for me not to smile back. “What?”

​“I know. I remember your name, Claire, but what I wanna know is what did the poor repeat button do to offend you?”

“You’re. Beautiful,” he says. “And even if I was blind I’d say the same thing, Claire. Your beauty comes from within. That’s why you can’t see it.”

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“I see an incredible dancer. And I wanted you to see her before you audition tomorrow. I wanted you to hear me in your ear, and I wanted you to see us in your head. More than anything, Claire, I want you to believe in yourself.”

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What I can’t tell Liam is I don’t think it had anything to do with his piano’s tuning or the baby grands as to why I’m here. It was the anniversary and the song. It was the loss of my one true love, the man I’ll love a second past forever. It’s the man he isn’t and never will be. It was Sebastian. Liam has Sebastian Reyes to thank for me being in his bed.
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When I was little and afraid of the dark, monsters, and bad dreams, Mom would let me have “special nights” where I could sleep in her bed. We’d watch movies, eat popcorn, and drink soda until I fell asleep. Every one of those nights, the nightmares still happened. There wasn’t a cure for those. But the difference in them was there was always this prince that came to save me. He had dark hair, the same length and cut as Sebastian’s. He was tall like him too. Same build. The walk was the same. Everything about him was the same. The only thing about those nightmares when I was little was I never could see his face. It was always blurred out. But from the time we were four, Sebastian played the part of prince charming in every performance we had. Then, he started writing our own fairytale. Except, it’s turned into a tragedy. One of epic Romeo and Juliet proportions.

“Claire.” He releases my legs, pushes himself off the ground, and runs his hands through his hair as he walks to the ocean. Once he’s in the water, he turns to face me and lets his body fall straight back. It’s like it’s in slow motion. His eyes never leave mine until they do. Until his body is gone.

Sebastian turns on the stereo. It’s an instrumental piece, but I know it, and it’s not classical. “This is The Civil Wars.”

“The Violet Hour.”

“Why did you pick this? It’s one thing for Robins to ruin classical music by playing it on repeat because I don’t really like classical music, but I freakin’ love The Civil Wars. You’re going to ruin them for me.” He pulls a bandanna from a drawer and wraps it around my eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Three things, Claire. Trust, balance, and timing. Listen to the music. Feel the beat. Do you feel it?”

I nod, swallowing. I swear my heart starts to beat to the rhythm. It reminds me of some kind of sea song, of something that would be played at a harbor, of ship horns as they’re passing by in the night. It’s ominous and dark. The opposite of the brightness that had been shining through the windows prior to him covering my eyes. Something about it moves me, and I want to dance, but I don’t know the area, how much room I have.

“Count it out loud, Claire.”

“One, two, three. Four, five, six.” My voice sounds much too breathy. “One, two, three. Four, five, six.”

He reaches down and takes my hand. “You trust me, right?”

I nod. “We established that,” I mutter. “I survived the Ferris wheel.”

​He chuckles. “Trust is key, but so is balance. In lifts and turns, if either of us is off, one or both of us could fall. We could get hurt.” He squeezes my fingers. “They go hand-in-hand in order to keep us safe. Got it?"

“What if you help me learn to teach?” I can see the wheels spinning in his beautiful head. His green eyes light up with hope, promise, and an intensity I’ve never witnessed in him before. I think he’s about to offer me a commitment I can’t refuse, which requires a level of trust I’ve never afforded another human being, certainly not a boy. “And what if I help you become the best dancer you can be so you can go to any school you want and it not cost you a penny?” The thing is, Sebastian Reyes has more talent in his pinkie finger than most dancers have in their whole bodies. The reason his parents expect him to dance professionally is because it’s a given. He’s that good. He could dance for whoever he wants. There’s a lot I could learn from him despite him being my peer. And the object of my obsession and current affection. He gives my hand another squeeze. “What do you say?”

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He pulls me in. “You said you trusted me.”

“As my partner.” They latch the cross bar. There’s no escaping. My breaths increase in speed and frequency. “I’m going to have a panic attack.” The wheel moves a bit, then we stop.

“Trusting me as your partner also means trusting me as your partner in crime. It means trusting me in everything. Breathe.” He turns my chin. “Slower.”

My eyes focus on his and nothing else. The sea breeze blows our hair, the carriage rocks in the air, and with every move, my breathing hitches. “I’m.” Even though I’m speaking, I can barely even hear my own voice. “Going. To. Kill. You. When. We. Get. Down. If. We. Don’t. Die.”

He chuckles. “Really?”

“Uh. Huh.”

Claire Ross has never been good enough. Not for the girls in the elite group of dancers in her class and certainly not for the approval of her ballet teacher, Mr. Robins. She definitely doesn’t like what she sees in the mirror. Simply put, she doesn’t love herself, so how could she possibly love someone else?

After twelve years of friendship, Sebastian Reyes’ adoring gaze holds more. They soon find themselves unable to control their feelings for one another.

When tragedy strikes, Claire finds herself in a very unlikely and unfavorable position. Regardless of the weight of the emotion, she must make difficult decisions that impact the rest of her life.
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Will Claire see that her true love has been right in front of her? Happily ever after isn’t just for fairy tales. To get hers, all she has to do is trust, open her heart and fall.

Meet Holden from The Auction - a stand alone prequel short story to a potential new series called Magnolia Grove.  You can read it all in February. I promise. <3  


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Right as his eyes locked with hers, the coldest sensation started to spread over his cock.  

“Dammit, not even dinner and people are already spilling their shit,” Holden Masters mumbled under his breath glancing at the women who had their hands covering their mouths, obviously trying unsuccessfully to contain their giggles.  

“I’m so sorry,” one replied, attempting to wipe it before Holden brushed her hand away.

Rolling his eyes, he shook his head.  “Whatever.  It’s fine,” he grumbled, grabbing for the only thing available to dab the area:  a cocktail napkin.  As he patted his crotch, he searched the crowd, trying to find her again, but she was gone.  In fact, nowhere to be found.

It was just as well.  He needed to clean himself up before he saw her again.  There was no way he could do what he intended if he looked like a toddler who had just wet his pants.