About
the Book
Title:
Sweet
Author:
Lisa Hahn
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Cat
Brown spends the first six years of her career as one of the
lowest-ranking members of the Bretton Falls Ballet. Despite the
dancer’s undisputable talent, artistic director Lillian Smith
insists Cat is too short for a leading role. When Lillian is forced
to retire, world-renowned ballet dancer Dmitri Fedorov takes over and
casts Cat as the premier performer in his first production with the
company. Cat struggles to fend off a host of distractions as she
prepares for the most important role of her career: the most
insurmountable of which is her instant attraction to the new boss.
Dmitri, once known
for his theatrical performances and womanizing proclivities,
disappears into seclusion after a horrific car accident shatters his
knee and renders him unable to dance. Looking to escape the constant
reminders of how far he’s fallen, Dmitri escapes to Bretton Falls
in hopes of elevating the small ballet company there to international
prestige. The task proves to be more challenging than Dmitri had
bargained for when his surprising interest in Cat Brown becomes
fodder for gossip among the company.
Cat and Dmitri both
have a lot riding on their upcoming production of The
Nutcracker, knowing that their careers
depend upon the outcome. However, the biggest challenge they face
will be staying away from one another.
Author
Bio
Lisa
Hahn writes romance novels across multiple sub-genres. She’s
interested in stories that take place in either small towns or
strange worlds, and she strives to create honest, passionate
characters her readers can relate to.
Currently,
Lisa and her husband live in northern New Jersey with their two dogs
(Jonas and Cassie) and their cat (Blueberry). When she’s not
writing, Lisa can be found reading, practicing yoga, working out,
watching professional wrestling, stitching a piece of embroidery,
making/eating vegan food, and rooting for the Seattle Seahawks.
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A sharp knock
sounded on the door, and Cat wondered who had come to complain to
Simon about the part they’d been given. She’d been doing exactly
that for six, long years.
Before Simon could
respond, Dmitri Fedorov stepped into the room with a commanding
presence and walked right past Cat as if she wasn’t even there.
Normally, she’d be worried if the artistic director entered a room
and didn’t acknowledge her. But this time, she wasn’t so
concerned. It gave her the perfect opportunity to gawk at his tight
ass in his worn jeans.
“How did
everything go?” he asked in a deep, gravelly voice, forgoing a
formal greeting and any pleasantries.
“Well enough.”
Simon sat up straighter in his chair. A ballet god like Dmitri
Fedorov wasn’t someone to be casual with, even if you were an
assistant artistic director with a decent career of your own, like
Simon. “They are pleased to have you on board, and they are anxious
to start their season.”
Dmitri rested his
cane against his leg and rubbed his palms together. “Hopefully
they’re as eager to start as I am.”
“I’m sure they
are.” Simon motioned to where Cat stood behind him. “In fact,
Catherine came by to tell me how excited she is to tackle the role of
Clara.”
At the mention of
her name, Cat pried her eyes away from her new boss’s derriere just
in time for him to turn around and face her. While she was careful to
hide her appraisal of his body, Dmitri was not as shy. His gaze raked
over her, examining her from the blunt tips of her pointe shoes to
her brown hair wound into a neat bun. Self-consciously, she tugged at
her powder blue wrap sweater.
She swallowed hard,
feeling faint under his intense perusal.
“This Nutcracker
is a very important show for me. It’s the start of my new career
and my chance to prove myself.” He took a few steps toward her,
stopping only a few inches from where she stood. “I’m counting on
you.”
With that, he turned
and left the room. Cat pulled her eyebrows together as she stared
into his wake. Had Dmitri been sizing her up as a dancer or
appreciating the way she looked in a leotard and tights? Was he
trying to intimidate her with his “I’m counting on you” remark,
or was he expressing the faith he had in her abilities?
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