This week I’ve got one of my own books for Coming Soon Sunday. May I Have this Dance is still on sale for another day or two at A Thia Thing, but will be available from major eRetailers on Thursday.
Author: Thianna Durston
Release Date: February 15, 2018
How can this be wrong when it feels more right than any relationship he’s ever had?
Avit Johan spends his days building up his business. He has no time, nor desire, to find a partner. With his brother’s wedding coming up, he makes time to update his dancing skills. Desire sizzles within him at the sight of Just Deveroux, owner of Just Dance.
Just has a good life. An ex-wife who is his best friend. Three wonderful children. And a dance studio he lives for. The only thing missing is the right partner, the man he will dance the rest of his life with. He’s begun to believe it won’t happen for him. Until he meets Avit.
Attraction explodes between them, and neither wants to step away from the flames. The problem is that Avit has hidden his bisexuality for years and has no intention of coming out of the closet.
Worried that their relationship will destroy the happiness of those they love, they break things off. By the time Avit realizes what losing Just means to him, it may be too late. It’s going to take opening his heart to everyone he cares for if he is to have any chance of winning Just back.
Tuesday was insane. It seemed like issues cropped up at every one of Avit’s businesses that only he could deal with. When he left his house at 6:30 p.m., he purposefully turned his phone off. If anything else happened, they could call the individual managers. They could get off their asses and make the money he paid them.
The parking lot at Just Dance was almost filled so he elected to park on the street to protect his car. A class must have let out right before he got there because a group of twenty people walked out, laughing and, to his amusement, twerking. He tried to keep a straight face, but all he wanted to do was laugh. Twerking was the stupidest thing he’d ever seen. He still wasn’t sure why it had become a thing.
When he grabbed the door handle, he had a slight unsettling worry. If they taught twerking, how good could they be? If they tried to get him to twerk in class, he’d settle them with a glare they’d remember for years. No fucking way was he doing that.
A small sign sat to the left of the display case. It listed the classes that day and what room they were in. Rhythm Design was in Studio Four.
Studio Four was a long room with soft lighting and rows of cupboards around three of the walls. On the fourth was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Two sets of six chairs were set up and almost filled. He took the last one in the back row, leaving the single chair on the front row for whomever came in late.
It was easy to tell who the couples were. They had an arm around their partner. Four couples and the rest were single like he was. One good thing was that they were all older. From what he could tell, he was the youngest person there. That meant no twenty-somethings who would show the rest of them up.
“Good evening.” The tenor voice caught his attention and he looked up as a man stepped into the room. “Welcome to Just Dance Rhythm Design.” There was a slight inflection in the cadence that hit home, a softening of the J that caught his attention. It was similar to his father’s accent. “I am Just Devereux.” Just stepped into the light and Avit had to blink. He was the sexiest man Avit had seen in a long time. If they were at a club or gay bar, he would have headed over and tried to get him into a back room.
Just clasped his hands together, deep gray eyes twinkling. “This will be different from any of our other classes if you have taken those. We’re not going to focus on the steps of any particular dance. Instead, we’ll focus on you connecting to your inner rhythm so that no matter what dance you dance, nobody will care if you’re doing it right because you’re connected to the flow of the music. For instance,” he said. He pulled out something small and clicked it. A soft melody filled the room.
“The waltz.” He slid into the basic steps of the waltz, smooth and graceful as his legs moved through the triple meter. “But what happens if you’re given a beat that doesn’t match the official waltz music?” He clicked the button again and the music changed to a rap song. Everything in the room ceased to exist as Just became something different, something more. His legs still moved to the waltz, but his hips, his arms, and his abs pumped to the beat of the rap song. “Or,” he said as he hit the button again and it turned to a lively rhythm. Just switched from the waltz to swing dance. His moves were smooth and Avit could not take his eyes off him. “How about this?” The music switched to George Michael’s I Want Your Sex and while the movements were still swing, Just slowed down and accentuated each move. He tilted his hips in a deep sensual thrust that made Avit clench, glad he was wearing a jock strap.
When the music shut off, Avit had to take a moment to catch his breath—and calm down his dick—before he had to stand up. Shit. That’s like watching porn.
“As you see,” Just said, “this class is to get you in touch with the rhythm inside of you. If you do competition dance, I wouldn’t suggest changing up the main dances—judges don’t like that. However in regular life, getting in touch with the rhythm within will change you. Now, before we begin grooving to your own individual beats, I’d best take roll. I get so excited about dancing, I forget that part,” he said, his lips quirking up on the end in a charming smile.
He walked over to a small table and picked up a piece of paper. “Janice Weyco?”
“Here.” A large woman sitting in front of Avit waved her hand.
“Ah, Janice, good to see you again,” Just said. “Ready to take the rumba and make it your own?”
“I hope so,” Janice said with a soft laugh.
“Davis and Kathy Moore?” Just went down the list and finally called out, “Avit Johan?”
The way Just pronounced his name took his breath away. He’d pronounced Avit’s name like it was supposed to be pronounced—the first name like David without the first D and the last name with a soft Y sound at the beginning. His making the first vowel of Avit’s first name soft rather than hard made it feel like a caress. “That’s me.” Just looked up, met his gaze, and his smile changed slightly. To anyone else, they probably wouldn’t have noticed it. Avit recognized that smile. He’d seen it far too often in gay bars. It held promises, deep and dirty promises. He was never going to get his dick to calm down.
“For the next few weeks,” Just said, “we’ll be taking what we learn tonight and using it. Tonight will be the class you might find the most… embarrassing. I hope that you can get past your discomfiture so that you can embrace what the next five weeks will be. Come. Put your chairs against the wall and join me in the middle.”
Janice was the first one to move. She was up out of her chair in an instant. Avit stood up and followed suit. Nervousness hung in the air like a cloud. What was he going to have them do?
“I know Janice and Maven,” Just said. “The rest of you are new to me. Have you taken classes from Just Dance before?” Most of the others had. Only Avit and two of the group hadn’t been to Just Dance. “I have almost thirty-five years of dance behind me, ten of it in dance instruction. I have a master’s degree in dance. That said, you may wonder if I’m crazy before the class is over. What I want from you tonight is to embarrass yourself—make a total fool out of yourself,” he added. “And find out that nobody else cares. Mostly it will be because they are making a total fool out of themselves as well.” They laughed. “The thing is, once you get through tonight and realize that you can do anything and it is okay, next week you can start to get to know the beat within. That’s when the true fun starts.
“First, I want everyone to walk around in a circle. Leave a few feet between you and the person in front of you.” Janice started out and Avit followed her. One by one, the rest joined up until they were walking around the outer perimeter of the class slowly, their eyes on Just in the middle.
“Now walk like a duck,” Just said.
About the author:
She lives in the Pacific Northwest, though her heart belongs elsewhere. In the meantime, until she can return to the place she calls home, she happily lives in a city that still thinks it’s a small town. Thankfully, it has given her muse lots of amusing places to start a story.
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