This is the second Southland Romance and features one of the secondary characters from the first book, Danny. We also have a brand new kicka$$ heroine. I want to be Jane when I grow up.
Here's the back cover copy:
Traumatized by her past, former police officer Jane Dillon gets a new start in Los Angeles as a bodyguard. If she weren’t so good at saving people, she might seek a new career. At least when she moonlights as a dance teacher, no one shoots at her. One impossible-to-please macho boss, one hunk of manly hot action hero, and one oversized Southern family set her on a course she never saw coming.
Former Navy SEAL, Danny Baker, has a lot to deal with between his dad’s health, his sister’s public breakup, and figuring out how to get rid of a female employee without getting a sexual discrimination suit filed against him. He’s always believed it to be his duty to protect women and children, but seeing the beautiful and lethal Jane in action turns his worldview upside down. He’d almost rather go back to the jungle, except the dance floors of L.A. and the woods of Georgia are providing plenty of excitement.
If they can overcome their differences, Danny's family, and Jane's past, they might find that they make the perfect team.
“What about you?” Danny asked. “Who taught you to dance?”
“My grandfather, sort of,” Jane said. “He put me in karate and dancing when I started kindergarten. He didn’t know what to do with a little girl. I guess he tried to find balance for me.”
“Thanks to him, you can kick my ass and dance circles around me,” he said over his shoulder as he did a merengue step in place, while she literally danced around him. “I’ll have to thank him if I ever meet him.”
Before she returned to face him, she flared her fingers as she ran her hand across his back, feeling the taught muscles there. She tore her gaze from the fluid movement of his hips to see his eyes twinkling with laughter.
What had he been saying? Oh yeah, Grandfather.
Jane didn't have the heart to tell him her grandfather had passed. Because it reminded her of how alone she was in the world, she didn't like to think about it.
I grew up dancing, so I'm often surprised when people tell me they don't dance or they've never danced. How about you? Do you enjoy dancing? In the privacy of your kitchen maybe? On the dance floor of a club? At weddings? Do you like men who can dance? Does this do anything for you?