Author: Emme Burton
Published by Self-Published
Release Date January 3, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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That’s exactly what Max Devereux’s former life was-pure crap.
He’s re-invented himself. Now he’s the Premier Danseur and Choreographer at the hottest ballet company in Chicago.
He’s also a premier player. All the dancers know it.
Moving from girl to girl. Bed to bed. No one has ever compelled him to be faithful.
No one has ever felt like home.
His stunning boss and artistic director, Mariette Gallant, bets him he’ll be in love in three months.
The prize if he doesn't?
A night with Mariette. Max takes the bet-eagerly. This will be an easy win.
The gorgeous, strawberry blonde ballerina with the unfortunate last name.
She is ANYTHING but Awkward and she can dance and charm as well as he can.
The best way to motivate Max to do something is to forbid him.
Mariette has put Miss Awkward off limits.
All bets are off.
Title: AWKwaRd, Victoria
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Okay Creations
Author: Emme Burton
Release Date: January 3, 2017
The alarm on Victoria’s cell phone goes off. She’s set it to go off every night at eleven forty-five so she can get home by midnight. Tonight when it sounds, she groans and drops her head to my chest in frustration.
I lift her head with both hands and bring her gaze to mine. “I know you have to go, but before you do, one more lesson from the teacher.” I run a thumb across her soft, full lips and then lower my head to allow my lips to take its place. The kiss is soft and lingering, and just as I believe it to be ending, my awkward girl surprises me and opens her lips ever so slightly to allow me to taste her sweet mouth and tongue fully. She steps back even as she kisses me more.
“Mmm.” She breaks our kiss. “I don’t want to go, but I have to.”
“I understand.” I turn her toward her dance bag and give her a little nudge. The last thing I want to do is have her mother get upset and refuse to let her out at night to rehearse, or worse, tell Mariette.
She slings her bag over her shoulder and blows me a kiss.
I catch it. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes, tomorrow. No boxing tonight.”
“Don’t worry, Miss Awkward. I have no desire to box tonight.”