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A forbidden romance trilogy about Calum and Kaia — a billionaire and his ballerina.
Forbidden love is very close to my heart… and I am very excited to be able to present this combination of some my favorite tropes: billionaire, ballerina, contract, exotic dancer, and many more. I’m over the moon to write the stories that I’ve been longing to write for years.
Keep reading for a sneak peek inside book one – The Patron!
A billionaire ballet patron with a dark secret. A beautiful, penniless young dancer who’s his student. The forbidden fling that turns into a sizzling, scandalous affair.
I’m a reclusive billionaire with just one weakness… my ballet student Kaia. I’m obsessed with her from the moment I make eye contact with her.
I meet Kaia when she’s earning cash and breaking hearts as a dancer at the city’s most exclusive gentlemen’s club. She’s all wide eyes, blonde hair, delicate curves, and peekaboo outfits. I pay for her private dances in the champagne room. She flirts with me, rides my lap, and whispers naughty things in my ear.
I want more. Need more. I’m determined to have her all to myself, no matter how much it costs me.
I walk into the ballet theatre that I patronize the very next day to check out a new crop of potential ballet dancers. And who do I see? Sweet, lovely Kaia. She's auditioning... and she is terrified that I might tell the ballet about her side hustle.
My heart of ice warms just knowing that I have some leverage over Kaia. And I don’t hesitate to use it.
I make Kaia an offer that she can’t refuse. Sign a contract. Move into my penthouse. Give me her body and soul for one year. Don’t tell a soul that I will be her ballet patron and her deviant, dominant master.
In exchange, she’ll get cold hard cash and the chance to live out her dreams as a ballerina.
All she has to do is sign on the dotted line.
If you love off limits, forbidden student-teacher romances, wild nights at gentlemen’s clubs, and handsome billionaires doing whatever it takes to get their woman, this book is made for you! It's the first of three books in a lavish, decadent, sizzlingly hot trilogy and features no cheating + an (eventual) HEA.
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This world is about billionaires, ballerinas, and a breathless passion that spills off the page. Every book is packed full of billionaires, exquisite chemistry, gorgeous dancers, forbidden romance, and sizzling, angsty drama. Just turn the page to start reading!
Chapter34
Kaia
“One, two, three, four,” Melanie, our instructor counts off. She speaks in a high pitched, nasal voice. The piano music starts once again. “Girls! Group one, move forward. And one, two, three…pir-ou-ette. Nowpir-ou-ette… good, good.”
Her lilting Irish voice is set to the rhythm. As one, the group ahead of me neatly spins on their tiptoes, executing flawless pirouettes. The whole room is mirrored, floor to ceiling, with a sturdy wooden barre bolted to every inch. With the mirror, it looks like twenty four perfect ballerinas are finishing their pirouettes.
It makes sense, because this class is the best of the best. The most dedicated ballerinas and danseurs, the ones who have given up regular school and any semblance of their social lives to be here. After most would-be dancers are bounced from the program for not following the rules or just plain not being good enough, this is what you have left.
Thehardcoredancers. I’ve worked my ass off to be in this final class.
I suck in a breath and stretch my neck, readying myself for my group.
Melanie claps along on a steady, brisk four count. “Next group! And one, two, three…pir-ou-ette. Andpir-ou-ette…”
My arms swoop out to the sides as I lift onto my tiptoes and twirl. The motion is automatic, one born of muscle memory more than anything else. I’m directing most of my attention at my feet and the slight curve in my back. I usually get in trouble for my feet not pointing enough or my back not having a slight bow in it if I’m not intensely concentrated.
“Kaia! There should be more arch to your arms!” Melanie admonishes me. I give my arms a little more lift and she bows her head quickly. “There you go.”
I don’t have time to look around at the twelve other ballerinas in my group. I’m focused entirely on my feet and my back and the position of my arms. When I finish though, I realize that I’ve stopped very close to Manon, a little brunette ballerina who shoots me a glare.
I’m quick to move away, straightening my spine. Out of every ballerina in this school, Manon is by far the most caustic. And usually, her barbs are aimed at me.
“Sylvie! Don’t start like that, how can you expect to be graceful if you start in such an ugly position?” Melanie calls, her expression stern. She tucks a strand of her dishwater blonde hair behind her ear, rolling her eyes. “Boys! Group one, forward please… And one, two, three…pir-ou-ette. Andpir-ou-ette… Mason, that was perfect.”
I glance to my right, catching myself in the mirror. A thin blonde ballerina stares back at me, wearing a lilac leotard, a filmy white dancer’s skirt, opaque white tights, and ballet pink pointe shoes. I bite my lip and send my image a tiny frown; I immediately see the glaring flaws in my own appearance.
My father’s voice echoes through my head.
