Little Death
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A grandiose ego pushes Mona MonDragon to pursue high school nerd turned gorgeous ballet dancer Ivan Boss. Unfortunately, her perceived sure-thing week of no-strings-attached sex isn’t so sure. Her ego takes a major hit when he not only rejects her but pretends he doesn’t know her. When she jumps through hoops to have him, she begins to question if what’s driving her to take such chances is something residual from childhood. Whether it is or not, all she knows is his wish is her desire.
Revenge drives Ivan Boss, and when the object of his hate comes back into his life after 10 years he battles the part of him that loves Mona with the part that wants her to pay for torturing him when he needed her most. The internal struggle heightens when he starts to see her as human, and he begins to question his ability to follow through with his ultimate revenge.
Roe Valentine
Roe Valentine was born into the right family. Not only does the name Valentine suit her, but her grandmother, unknowingly, introduced the young Ms. Valentine to her first romance novel. She hasn’t read anything else since. She calls herself a romantic at heart and believes that love conquerors all. The San Antonio native, who now lives in Houston, attempted to write her first contemporary romance novel when she was nineteen years old. That attempt didn’t take, but her story has a happy ending. She kept pursuing the dream until she landed her first publishing contract in 2013. When not busy writing or reading love stories, Roe can often be found in a yoga class or chatting with friends at her favorite coffee shop. Enjoying margaritas with some girl-talk isn’t unusual for her either. For a night in, she watches reruns of her favorite TV shows and, of course, romantic comedies on her Roku, usually with a glass of wine. She writes spicy Contemporary, Historical, and Erotic romance novels.
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Little Death - Roe Valentine
Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords
www.evernightpublishing.com
Copyright© 2021 Roe Valentine
ISBN: 978-0-3695-0300-8
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: CA Clauson
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
Thank you to my ballet dancer friend Mandy for being my consultant for all things ballet. You are an amazing and talented person, and I am forever grateful to you.
LITTLE DEATH
Dangerous Danseurs, 1
Roe Valentine
Copyright © 2021
Chapter One
Nothing but bulging muscles enraptured the audience. At least Mona was enraptured by all the glistening flesh. A person would have to be dead not to be aroused. The silence in the large space echoed with the anticipation of what was to come. Apollo incarnate sliced through the air with taut, sharp movements, holding a fencing foil. She zeroed in on his grasp of it. Big hand. The shadows struck him in the most beautiful way. Only a dancer of many years could be so gorgeous and graceful. Body achingly perfect with a face to match. Whose heart didn’t he steal in the Wortham Theater?
Mona was just like the rest of the gaping mouths in the audience, and the pulse in her panties quickened as the living god grabbed a hold of a silk tarp with the other men, not nearly as perfect, on stage. They ran to the front of the stage in nothing but nude structured undergarment bottoms. Noticing the blue ink detailing a web of tattoos poking out from the briefs of the hot one, Mona’s heart fluttered to think how far down the ink went. He didn’t look like he belonged there, but the elegant movements said he was all danseur.
I just felt a petite mort in my pants,
Hilda, Mona’s coworker and travel companion, said with a chuckle. I’m glad you talked me into coming here with you. I don’t like to do anything on a travel day.
It was Sunday evening. Work training started Monday morning.
Tell me about it,
Mona whispered back, ripping open the program to the cast bios page. She squinted, but darkness challenged her reading skills. Again, she tried and still couldn’t decipher the letters. She needed to know who the god was. She’d go blind trying to read the glossy page to find out.
Echoes from the rippling silk tarp sailing across the stage filled the silence, and in seconds six women in nude corsets and bikini-esque bottoms lay across the floor in a line. From the distance, the dancers were like a wad of flesh fusing and coming apart. The men hovered over the women, ready to pounce. The games between the two sexes continued in the beautifully choreographed dance. The Petite Mort was a duel of the sexes, a commentary on decorum.
The tatted god lifted his foot and placed it in the raised hands of his just-as-beautiful waif of a partner, pushing her down just to snap her up again. A breath escaped Mona’s lungs. She was sure it was loud enough to resonate in the theater, but thank God Mozart’s piano concerto No. 21 overpowered her sounds.
She drew in the languid movements, seductive enough to clench her fingers in a fist. She hadn’t been with a man in a while, and damn, it was about time she was. She refocused on the nude arms and legs and torsos fusing and separating right before her eyes. God, I would love to fuse with that tatted Adonis. I bet he is proficient in putting me up against a wall. She averted her eyes back to the program. She needed to know his name.
Again, she squinted as her finger slid down the slick page, still impossible to see. Give me a light,
she whispered to her coworker, who promptly pulled out her cell phone and swiped the screen. The illumination lit up the small page enough to read the tiny serif letters.
It was when she glossed over a particular name that her stomach dropped at least ten feet—she easily could have fallen out of her seat. Heart pounding uncontrollably, she shifted her gaze back to the stage. He now spun with the fencing foil underneath his arm. She squinted again, the race of her insides still in full force.
It can’t be him.
The piano music strummed her ears with each haunting note. Narrowing her eyes until they were nearly shut tight, she acknowledged it was him. His face was completely different, but reconsidering a moment, she thought maybe his face was the same. Yes, it was his eyes. His eyes made him the same. Coppery and sleepy. Dear God, were they sleepy. She inventoried the rest of his face. Nose was still straight, but that jaw now squared off with male magnetism. His pasty white skin replaced with tan skin, muscles highlighted by the peaks and valleys under the lighting. Still inky-black hair, though long on the top and flopping over his forehead with each turn, not buzzed like a marine anymore.
It was him.
Ivan Boss.
I know him,
Mona whispered to herself, yet Hilda heard every syllable.
Who? The tatted hot one?
For being an idiot in the office, Hilda was quick on the uptake. You know him?
Mmm-hmm.
It was all she could muster in those moments she suddenly lost her voice.
The ballerinas slithered out from the shadows. Ivan engaged in a sensual duet, spinning his partner, lifting her, holding her close to his body like they were lovers. Watching the interaction gave way to the spread of heat in the pit of Mona’s stomach. It bothered her, though she didn’t know why. It bothered her that the tatted god, trotting his physical capabilities to the world, was the same Ivan Boss from Memorial High. That Ivan Boss wore a permanent frown and pined after her like a sick puppy dog. That Ivan Boss was weak and trolled the hallway like a scared mouse. That Ivan Boss didn’t look anyone directly in the eyes. This Ivan should not be that Ivan.
How do you know him?
Hilda squeaked, catching the attention of a couple sitting in front of them.
Mona leaned in close, glad she’d slipped a piece of gum in her mouth earlier. I went to high school with him.
Hilda smiled wide like an idiot who figured out a joke a day late. Mona would have to wipe the smile off Hilda’s face, because she knew what Hilda was thinking. Shit, she was thinking it, too.