Dance for Me Again

Another steamy and thrilling forbidden romance where passion and danger flirt in a dangerous game...

If life had a manicured middle finger, it’s been pointing at me for years—probably while dancing the twist, too.

Once upon a time, I wanted to be Lois Lane minus the Superman complex—uncovering truths, taking down liars, living the dream. Now? I'm swinging around poles in clubs where the only thing being investigated is how many dollar bills can fit in a G-string. Mom's out of the picture, and her husband's platinum card is as dead to me as my journalism dreams. But hey, a girl has to eat (and pay rent, and maybe splurge on the occasional overpriced latte).

Enter Dante, stage left, with all the subtlety of a freight train. Ex-stepbrother, walking heartbreak, and the guy who still makes my insides do some weird dance. Our chemistry? Explosive and let's face it - probably bad for my health. But those secrets he's hiding? Oh, those I want to know.

Now our worlds are colliding like a cosmic joke, and I'm stuck dealing with our mess of a past while trying not to jump his bones. Can I trust this ridiculously hot complication in my life? Or are we just two disaster magnets about to cause a category five shitstorm? Especially as someone seems to be watching us?