Like No One Is Watching
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One dancer. One cleaner. Two very different worlds.
If Conrad isn't good enough to be a principal dancer, at least he makes a stellar teacher, stern with the kids coming through his studio, but chatty with anyone else who stands still too long.
Dusty likes the quiet spaces between words. Since a brutal beating as a teenager, he's content to go unnoticed, reconciled to his broken brain and a dance career lost before it ever began. Cleaning Conrad's studio is perfect for a guy who doesn't want to be the center of anything.
Convinced if Dusty comes out from the shadows, he'll shine, Conrad can't seem to leave him to his simple work?or stop talking. Because Dusty not only hears him, he also listens. It's been a long time since anyone listened.
Far from being annoyed, Dusty is drawn to the man hidden behind Conrad's babble. But Conrad has the life Dusty never got to have, and wanting someone from that world could shatter him all over again.
This book was previously published. The story has not changed, but this version includes the short story Out of Step, previously only available in the series print anthology.
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Jaime Samms is a plaid-hearted Canadian who spends the too-long winters writing stories about love between men and the too-short summers digging in the garden. There are dust bunnies in the corners of her house?which she blames on a husky named Kai. There are dishes on the counter?which is clearly because teenagers! There is hot coffee in the pot and the occasional meal to keep her from starving?because her husband is remarkable and patient.
A multi-published author whose work has been translated into French, Italian, and German, Jaime delights in the intricate dance of words that leads her through tales of the lost and broken hearted men she writes about to the love stories that find and mend them.
And when the muse is being stubborn, she also makes pretty things with yarn and fabric scraps because in her world, no heart is too broken to love, and nothing is too worn or tired it can't be upcycled into something beautiful. All it takes is determination and the ability to see life a little bit left of center.
