Blog Tour: Love Waltzes In by Alana Albertson, spotlight, excerpt, review and giveaway
Love Waltzes In By: Alana Albertson Blurb To her millions of fans, ballroom champion Selena Marcil seems to have the perfect life: a great d...
Love Waltzes In
By: Alana Albertson
To her millions of fans, ballroom champion Selena Marcil seems to have the perfect life: a great dance partner, a hit reality show, and celebrity perks. But underneath the glamorous ball gowns, Selena longs to find someone to share her life with when the stage lights dim.
Selena’s childhood sweetheart, Bret Lord, hung up his dance shoes after winning two national titles with her as a teenager, and enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. He never saw his former fiancée again, except on television and on the cover of men’s magazines. Ten years and three deployments later, Bret gets an offer to audition for Selena’s dance show. When the Marine Corps gives him temporary leave to appear on the series, Bret can’t refuse the quick cash that will enable him to provide financially for the widow of his buddy, even if it does mean coming face to face with his past.
When Bret shows up at her national championship, Selena is shocked. For years she searched for him to no avail. After spending time with Bret, Selena realizes despite their past romance, they have no future. He has no desire to live under a spotlight and she has no desire to leave it. Can Selena and Bret recognize when Love Waltzes In?
Staff Sergeant Bret Lord sat on the dirty floor of his tent, going through the day’s mail: the latest Men’s Fitness magazine from his sister, a care package from his mom. He ripped open the package—socks, lip balm, sunflower seeds, and a thin letter that contained an old magazine clipping.
I miss you very much. Benny asked me to send you this article. I really wish you would consider his offer. Please stay safe.
He swallowed hard. A neon sticky pressed on the wrinkled page had a note scrawled on it from his former master dance coach.
We’ll make it worth your time.
Thumbing the edge of the article, Bret stared at the sixteen-year-old boy in the picture and could barely recognize himself. His shoulder length, wavy blond hair was slicked back, not shorn in a “high and tight” like his current haircut. No signs of the tattoos or muscles that currently defined his body. Golden skin stained from a bottle, not the harsh sun of Iraq. His arms were wrapped around a gorgeous, curvy young girl with long jet-black hair. The jade Latin gown she wore matched the color of her almond-shaped eyes.
Bret tossed the article aside and removed his nine-mil pistol from his holster to clean it.
Lance Corporal Hernandez walked by Bret and snatched the article off his cot. After staring at it, Hernandez’s face brightened.
“Hey, Staff Sergeant, this you?”
“No, it’s my clone who’s also named Bret Lord.” Bret slid the rail back on his weapon and began disassembling it.
“Staff Sergeant, you know Selena Marcil? Did you hit that?”
“Shut up, Hernandez, or the one getting hit will be you—with the butt stock of my rifle.” Bret grabbed the paper out of Hernandez’s hands, and smacked him on the side of the head. The kid didn’t flinch.
“Staff Sergeant Twinkle Toes. Hey—can you hook me up with Selena? I’ll be her boy toy. I love her. Man, she’s smoking. Has the nicest ass. Not like all those skinny, Russian chicks on that show.” He nodded to himself with an eyebrow dancing. “Selena’s on my list. She’s Latina, too. We’d be perfect together. What was she doing with a gringo like you?”
“Hernandez, you’re way out of line.” Bret reassembled his pistol.
“My bad, Staff Sergeant.”
Bret grabbed the article, his pack, and his rifle. It was impossible to get some privacy in the tent. His only option was to sit outside in a sandstorm but even that sounded like a welcome retreat from his immature men. He walked about five hundred feet, then plopped down in the hot sand.
The red sky hung above him, thick from smoke from the nearby town. Bret struggled to catch a glimpse of the distant mountains. Sand seemed to pelt down from the heavens, blinding him and settling into every crevice in his body. He closed his eyes against the sting of the sand, and turned his thoughts to Selena. Was she the diva the tabloids made her out to be? Even after ten years, he could almost smell her buttery-coconut scent. A welcome change from the overflowing shitters, toxic diesel, and stench of his fellow Marines who hadn’t bathed in three weeks.
A Love letter from a true dance lover
5 ballroom Trophies
Hotness: a hot soldier who can dance, I repeat, a hot soldier who can dance
I received an ARC in exchange of an honest review
My friends made fun of me when DWTS premiered in 2005 but my childhood sweetheart Joey McIntyre (I wish) was competing and I haven't seen him for… ever. So I watched and cried when he and Ashly got eliminated. As a former standard dancer I love dancing and I’m still quite good at it so this book was an early Christmas present. I did something I haven’t done in a long time, stay in bed all morning to read a whole book.
Brett, an all American hero (sorry Brett, I call it as I see it) and Selena, the hot latina ballroom dancer (sorry Selena I call it as I see it) are reunited after a whole decade of unresolved feelings, secrets and heartache. Where you may ask? Dancing Under The Stars that’s where! Best dancing related show on television.
Bret was the character who spoke the most to me. He is what every woman wants in the man. He’s handsome, kind, selfless and he can dance. He can dance Ladies! (Spoiler Alert) As much as I enjoyed the love story and I did, I loved the dancers’ interactions even more. This book could have been about Vika, Jenny, Dima and all the other dancers it wouldn’t have made a difference to me. It was so fresh and oh so authentic, the world of ballroom dancing has secrets… juicy ones! I'm so existed about the second book...
I recommend this book to all my fellow dance lovers because it was written by one and she made it justice. I recommend this book to all my fellow gossip lovers, you will never watch DWTS the same way again. And last but not least, I recommend this book to all my fellow soulmate believers, hopeless romantics, you know who you are.
Alana Albertson is the former President of both Romance Writers of Americas’s Young Adult and Chick Lit chapters and the founder of Academe Advantage, a college admissions & test preparation company. Alana Albertson holds a Masters of Education from Harvard University and a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford University. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, Alana currently writes contemporary romance and young adult fiction. She lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two young sons, and four dogs. When she’s not spending her time needlepointing, dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through Pugs N Roses, the rescue she founded, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.