To investigate the death of Lara Trudeau, an accomplished dancer, Quinn O'Casey poses as a dance student and, while moving through a world of drugs, jealousy, and murder, finds himself drawn to studio manager Shannon Mackay.
Each chapter is a unique story that leaves one with the warmth of a "Stand By Me" then catapults the reader into a world, unexperienced by most, much like "Chicago". Witness the untold stories of Las Vegas in its glamour era!
With Cortez, Phillips, and Arto Lindsay of DNA facilitating a process that began with further meetings on 8th Street, Eno recorded a showcase No New York compilation album that captured their post–new wave sound, soon to be known as no ...
. . Perry starts the story with a bang.”—San Francisco Chronicle “One of the most engaging heroines in contemporary suspense.”—The Flint Journal
The blessing way: When Lt. Joe Leaphorn and his friend Bergen McKee investigate rumors of Navajo sorcery for McKee's anthropological research, they discover a series of inexplicabley grisly murders. Leaphorn's...
He'd have to ask Schutz about that. And ask him about how Verlane might feel about dancing, the way his dead wife was so hung up on it. Schutz still had the idea the killer might be doing these women and then not remembering any of it ...
Derrick Hollis is a 7th grader at Zachary Taylor Middle School and an aspiring cartoonist, too shy to show his work to anybody but his best friend Doug.
The ending had me a little teary, because she's finally come home... The best part of the book was that it made me feel cozy and warm. Looking forward to the next book! Highly recommended.' Goodreads Reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
'I'm holding my breath.' 'Be serious, Hannah! Wouldn't it be great to see everyone waltzing around the ...' She closed the book with a thump. 'Shit. The dance floor at the George Calvert will never handle everyone.
The green nylon curtains were being frizzled up by lascivious orange flames, the padded chairs along the sides of the dance floor were smouldering and pouring out smoke, and even the polish on the parquet was starting to crackle.
expected Clark Gable to meet me on the dance floor. Then I saw Jim, dressed in his full military uniform, right down to his shiny black boots. I held out my hand and he took it with a deep bow. The warmth of his touch and his smile ...