About
the Book
Title:
Dance of Love
Author:
Inge Saunders
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
All
roads lead to Rome when Ashley Solomons embarks on fulfilling her
dream to become a world-class dancer. But there’s one person who
stands in her way. “It`s a no from me,” Antonio Machiavelli.
When
Antonio’s auditions for a lead principal end in wintry Cape Town,
the last thing he expects is to have more than a knee-jerk reaction
to an audition. Ashley not only verbally challenges him, but also
translates her fire and cheekiness into an edge of your seat
performance.
Can
Antonio keep his distance from Ashley? Can Ashley focus on fulfilling
her dream of becoming a lead principal? Or will love have its way?
Author
Bio
Inge Saunders
lives
in the biggest small town in South Africa‒ Worcester. She
fell in love with books when she started reading romance novels with
her grandmother. Intrigued by the worlds books unlocked,
it was inevitable she
would take pen to paper.
She
holds an Honors degree in Community Development and Learning Support
and loves to sink her teeth into the research part of a story.
When she’s
not writing about that ‘inexplicable attraction’ she’s reading
almost every sub-genre in romance out there,
spending time
with friends and family and taking hikes in her hometown’s National
Karoo Park.
Inge’s
been a member of ROSA (Romance writers’ Organization of South
Africa) since 2012 and have two titles published, Falling
for Mr. Unexpected (2014)
and Dance
of Love (2015) through
Decadent Publishing.
You
can connect with Inge here:
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Book
Excerpts
Excerpt
1:
Ashley
grimaced.
He
let the girl get to the chorus before dismissing her as well. The
other panel members spoke kindly, and she didn’t leave in tears as
the candidate before her had.
Before
he could call next, she walked out on stage. She didn’t stand a
chance in hell, so why give him the satisfaction of ordering her
around? Finding her center, she met the eyes of the panel and
blinked. Maybe she should have Googled Antonio Machiavelli, she mused
standing transfixed. He was much younger than she expected and more
attractive.
He
appeared to be in his early thirties, with a mop of dark curls
falling across his forehead. Even seated, he towered over the other
judges.
No wonder every girl’s unnerved.
He`s intimidating with his tanned hands folded in front of him on the
table.. His grim scowl reminded her to not cave.
“What’s
your name?” the lone woman on the panel asked with a kind smile.
“Ashley,”
she replied.
The
woman glanced down at her clipboard. “It says here you have no
formal training.”
Antonio
Machiavelli gave a deep sigh. Her brow furrowed. “Yes.”
Nail-biting
silence reigned for a moment then the woman waved her hand.
“Proceed.”
Antonio
Machiavelli placed his fingers at his temples. “Do we have to? She
has no formal training. She’s wasting everyone’s time.”
Ashley’s
jaw clenched. “How about you let me finish my audition? You’ll
have enough ammunition to ridicule me with after.”
That
got his attention. She couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but if
she had to guess, she’d say fiery red. He sat forward in his chair,
leaning over the table, dwarfing it.
He
had the persona of an angry wolf out to devour her. The thought set
her heart racing.
What?
She watched too much True
Blood.
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