Since my newest book won't be published until May 2007, I thought I'd give you a little Sneak Peek. Enchanting Melody is the story of a somewhat Goth comic book artist who is forced to take ballroom dance lessons for her sister's upcoming high-society wedding. This is what happens when her handsome dance instructor gets his awkward new student in his arms:

“I don’t have any more classes this evening. I want you to see that you can learn to dance.” Will flicked the switch on the stereo remote, turning on the music. “Come here.”

Reluctantly, Melody moved into his arms. He was right, it was a lot different without anyone watching... but not in the way that he’d meant.

Suddenly she noticed the intoxicating scent of his cologne. She saw his biceps bulging underneath his shirt. And she was very aware of the close proximity of their bodies.

She was so overwhelmed by all these new sensations that she’d forgotten her anxiety over dancing. She let herself be swept across the floor in his arms.

“That’s it. See what a difference it makes when you relax and trust your partner?”

Melody looked down and lost her footing, throwing them out of sync. She swore under her breath.

“It’s okay, we’ll pick it back up. Slow, slow, side step. Just follow me.”

Melody tried to repeat the rhythm over and over in her head so as not to embarrass herself again. “I think I’m getting it.”

“That’s right. All you have to do is trust me. You don’t even have to know the moves ahead of time. Watch.” Will broke their frame and twirled her in a circle and turned her at an angle in several more complicated patterns.

Melody glided right along with him, wide-eyed that she was actually dancing. “I don’t believe I did all that,” she said when he resumed the basic pattern.

“Well, you did.” He stopped. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She felt her skin flushing. She felt like a high school girl. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this much like a girl of any sort. “It was okay,” she said, trying to hide her giddiness.

“And next week will be even better. Promise me you’ll come back?”

Melody looked up into those deep brown eyes and found herself saying the opposite of what she’d planned, “I promise.”

Posted by robynamos at October 18, 2006 11:18 AM