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Now in one complete novelized version!The man could kiss to the beat. The hot, eclectic beat of the tango music winding its way through the room. It sounded so judgmental. Tango, the dance of lust and passion... how could it be judgmental aboutMoreNow in one complete novelized version!The man could kiss to the beat. The hot, eclectic beat of the tango music winding its way through the room. It sounded so judgmental. Tango, the dance of lust and passion... how could it be judgmental about something like this? As Rick kissed her lips, then her throat, and then her clothed shoulders, Olivia felt a famished sensation wash over her, the tango music the soundtrack to her heated desires swelling inside of her until she was about to burst.DANCES WITH THE ROCK STARWhat Olivia Owens cares about: becoming a professional dancer.What she does not care about: handsome Latin rock stars who can charm their way into any womans bed.Shes barely heard of Rick Rodriguez before. Something about selling a lot of albums and selling out his first world tour. But Olivia doesnt have time for men. Shes got a career to launch, and Ricks latest music video for Midnight Tango is her chance to strut her stuff.But the universe is funny about things. The more you push something away, the more likely it is to come bite you in the ass. So Olivia shouldnt be surprised that Rick really lives up to the title of talented dancer. She should be even less surprised that shes falling for the oldest trick in the tango book...Passion. Vulnerability. The heat of the moment. When combined, any Latin dance will turn two people into an undeniable pair. Olivia wants Rick. Rick wants Olivia. Theyre about to get really, really close on his first world tour.The Midnight Tango calls. Will Olivia answer?-- EXCERPT --There were few opportunities in life to find a fantastic partner. That went for both the realms of romance and art. Olivia had a few partners in each realm over the years. Some were better than others, few of them hardly stellar. The ones who were happened to already be spoken for or had no interest in pursuing something with her. Boyfriends came and went with the wind. Dance partners were finickier than the boyfriends. And then came Rick Rodriguez, a freakin rock star who made Olivia feel more comfortable on the dance floor than anyone else.The improvisation section arrived. As if it were the most natural thing in the world to do, Rick pulled Olivia into the familiar tango and led her across the breadth of the floor.Tangos. She could do tangos. Her breath was running ragged, but her adrenaline had never been on such fire. Ricks warm hand slipped against hers but they recovered, sliding across the floor in circles, in straight lines - in quite inappropriate movements as Olivia spun behind Rick and grabbed his hips. At first she thought his jerking motion was him expressing surprise, and she had blown it. Then his hands were on her wrists, pulling her backward into his athletic embrace, her spine melding against his chest in a perfect fit. Tight jeans? What tight jeans? Olivia felt lighter than the oxygen she breathed as Rick dipped her over his knee and ran his hands along her stomach, her thighs, and the tops of her legs. When she was snapped back up into his other arm, Olivia thought she saw a glimpse of heaven in the bright stage lights shining from above.The final chorus began to wind down. Sweating, mouths open, and muscles sure to be sore the next day, Rick and Olivia held tight to one another, their legs folding and lips brushing against one another. Now was not the time for her to notice how his knee grazed her thigh and trekked dangerously close to more intimate places.