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Sasha Smith is the owner of an exclusive dance club catering to the rich and arrogant. When one of her favorite customers and close friends is missing from his regular spot at the bar, she goes in search of him. Finding him very ill, lonely and at risk, she agrees to move in with him temporarily until he's feeling better. When Rin Allegretti, Italian mafia Don, finds out his grandfather has an exotic dancer living in his house, he rallies his family to the family home to thwart whatever the gold-digging girl's plans might be for his grandfather. Rin finds himself drawn to the younger woman and wanting to protect her from the harshness of the family he himself dropped on her. Sasha finds herself in the midst of family drama, under scrutiny of an attractive older man and falling in over her head. She herself comes from a similar family and she knows the dangers of tangling with a boss, especially one of a rival family. She knows once he realizes who her family are, there will be hell to pay. Rin wants only to protect the little dancer and to keep her safe, even if it means, opening his heart up for the very first time. Can he convince her he’s not the monster mobster she believes him to be?

After catching her boyfriend lip-locked with a pom-pom princess, Skylar Hayes swore off athletes for good. But when her brother’s best friend and incredibly charming captain from a rival team offer her the ultimate revenge plan and an irresistible distraction, she’s thrown into a game she never intended to play. What starts as a scheme to mess with her ex’s ego quickly spirals into late-night confessions, locker room secrets and heated moments she swore she’d never allow again. But the ice is thin when hearts are involved and Skylar’s not the only one skating too close to the edge.

I've devoted everything to sponsoring my deceased best friend's daughter, Lara Sandfield, so that she can learn dancing for the past ten years. Thanks to my efforts, she's able to get into the most prestigious art school. My only condition is that Lara has to wear the dress that was sewn by her mother, Kiara Cruz, prior to her death, when it's time for Lara to perform her first dance after her graduation. But on the day of the rehearsal, Lara actually starts a livestream and cuts the dress into shreds with a pair of scissors. Tears trickle down her cheeks as she accuses me of using this torn, old dress to humiliate her and guilt-trip her for the past ten years. "Look, everyone! This is Eliza's so-called 'blood, sweat, and tears'! She wants me to perform my first dance in this bunch of rags! "I'm the principal dancer who has been nominated by a prestigious director! If I were to perform in this dress, it'd ruin my future! I no longer owe Eliza anything!" As I stare at the derogatory comments aimed at me in the livestream, I leave a like there quietly. The dress that Lara has ruined is actually woven by Kiara using gold threads back when she was still alive. The internationally-renowned mentor, whom I've spent a fortune hiring for the past ten years, is actually my older sister, Lucy Newman, who has already retired for many years. Meanwhile, the prestigious dance director has only given Lara the position of principal dancer because she respects Lucy far too much. I leave a comment of my own in the livestream. "I hope you have a glorious future ahead of you." I wonder how Lara can continue dancing, now that she's lost everything in life.

She ran from a killer. She fell for his enemy. Zara Okafor was Lagos's most celebrated ballroom dancer until she watched her fiancé, Senator Emeka Okonkwo, execute a man in cold blood and smile. She ran. Changed her name. Buried the girl who believed in fairy tales. Now she teaches waltz to wealthy widows in Abuja, invisible and safe. Until he walks in. Dante Nwosu doesn't enter rooms—he claims them. Ruthless heir to a blood-soaked empire, he needs a dance instructor for his sister's wedding. What he wants, he takes. And he wants her. Zara recognizes the danger in his eyes—the same cold calculation from the night her world ended. She refuses. He persists. One dance. One contract. One month. But Dante isn't just a powerful stranger. He's the son of the kingpin she escaped. Her old fiancé now a powerful senator knows she's alive. He wants her silenced. Dante should hand her over. He burns the world instead. In the space between a waltz and a war, the man everyone fears has a fracture in his armor and she's the only one who knows where to strike. The enemy of her enemy becomes obsession. The reason she stops running and starts fighting. But love in the dark doesn't come clean. Every truth is a chain. Every secret costs blood. And the final dance—where the music stops and the guns come out—demands a price neither can afford. Some dances you survive. Some you die for. This one might be both. The Last Dance… Dark Romance. Mature Content. For fans of enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, and heroines who fight back.

Anne-Marie’s world collapses after spending one night in the bed of a total stranger, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her broken life. But survival is a must. Two years later, she returns to college, focused solely on securing her degree and making something out of her life against all odds. She has to pick up figure skating again and is shocked out of her mind when she discovers that the hockey captain with whom she’ll be sharing the ice rink is none other than the ‘Champion’ she spent an unforgettable steamy night with. Memphis McCarthy. Memphis is elite, passionate, persistent, ruthless on ice, and dangerously hard to resist. Despite their entanglement with others and a complicated buried past that will tear them apart, he is determined to make her admit she never forgot him, just as he never forgot about her. Their love is impossible, but as they dance on ice together, he slowly melts down the frozen walls she’s built around her fragile heart. He wants her burdens, her mess, her pain. He wants her, even if it will cost him everything he’s spent his whole life building.

My best friend Sophie and I went into labor the very same night. I watched her switch out the two infants with my own eyes, but I did not tell a single soul. For the next decade, I fed, clothed, and raised a daughter that was not mine. On the day the two girls turned eighteen, they received their college offer letters at the same time. One got into an ivy league school, and the other, a community college whose name I had not even heard of. I had never seen Sophie so happy in my entire life. Grinning from ear to ear, she whipped out the DNA report she had been saving for this very moment. "Thank you for raising my daughter to be the valedictorian that she is today. It's time she returns to her mama. As for this good-for-nothing scum… You can take her back!" I sneered. "Very well then." She had no idea what was coming.