Book: Dancer's Heart
Genre: Contemporary MM Romance
Author: DP Denman
Book heat level (based on movie ratings G, PG, PG13, R): R
Interview with DP Denman
Why did you write this book?
The idea for this story came out of research I was doing for grad school about domestic violence in the gay community. It's a widespread problem people don't hear much about because like a lot of things in the LGBT Nation, it's kept in the shadows.
What is your favorite genre to read?
What is your favorite character from fiction (not including your own characters)?
I'd have to say Deacon Chalk from James R. Tuck's Occult Bounty Hunter series. He's a tragically flawed good guy. I love those!
Do you enjoy films and/or TV shows? Which are your favorites?
I'm a big fan of TV…which probably sounds a bit odd since I don't own one. Netflix and I are the best of friends. My favs include My Name is Earl, 1950s movies, Simpsons, and American Dad.
What are you working on at the moment, and what are we likely to see from you in the coming months?
I'm working on a new series called Saving Liam. The first book is due out in April 2014.
Please tell us about your latest book.
Simon Leander has a secret. His life is a lie he hides from his partner in a relationship he's determined to tolerate...jealousy, rants and all. Michael was supposed to be the love of his life and he's not ready to let go of that dream even though the romantic has turned tyrant.
Then Drew appears and a little at a time Simon's determination starts to waver. Drew is everything Michael used to be but isn't anymore. When the truth about Simon's double life bursts from the shadows, it sparks a violent attack leaving him battered and broken. He must decide whether he can trust Drew and if love deserves a second chance.
Drew stood a few feet from the stage, arms folded across his chest watching the rehearsal of the act that made Glitters famous. They were the hottest drag club in town and that routine had a lot to do with it. However, his attention wasn't on the choreography. It was on the man at the center of it.
Simon Leander had the sort of beauty hours in the gym couldn't manufacture. Dark blonde hair flowed to the shoulders of a wiry, toned body that came with dancing for a living. Sparkling blue eyes held something sweet and almost innocent and then there was his smile. He wanted to kiss that smile.
He watched the other men on the stage pass Simon from hand to hand with graceful gestures as they simulated thrusting against him. Hands slid across his body that looked almost naked in the flesh-tone costume petting him, folding him, bending him as they pretended to take him in time to the music. The act was both hot and disturbing and he scowled at the display. He knew it was just an act but it bothered him anyway. Simon deserved better. He could imagine the way it should have looked, tender kisses and gentle caresses, loving that body the way Simon deserved.
He jerked the fantasy to a halt and shifted his attention somewhere else. That wasn't going to do him any good.
"Hold it. Just stop!"
Marshall bellowed over the
music, waving his arms to get the attention of the kid running the sound.
An instant later, the song died in mid note and movement on the stage ground to a halt as
Marshall stalked up the steps.
"What the hell are you people doing up here? Positions are wrong. Steps are late. Is everybody on their period or are you all just hung over?"
"We're hitting our marks," one of the dancers argued as he puffed for air, a hand on his hip.
"Oh really? Because from out there,"
jabbed a finger to the almost empty room, "you look like a bunch of buffalos
doing the goddamn nutcracker!"
"Simon, honey, you and Val are fine. You three," he turned a scathing glare on the others, "are going to do it again and again and again and if we have to stay here all night we will," he waved in the air, confident the sound guy would see it. "Again," he demanded.
The music started and the dancing continued from where they'd left off with
screaming and clapping out the beats all the way through it, focusing his attention
on the newest dancer in the group. It was his first attempt performing in the show's
pre-eminent act and it wasn't going well.
Marshall waved at the sound
kid again and the music cut off. "Alright, that's it. Out," he pointed
off the stage.
"What?" The dancer panted.
"Out. Off the stage. Out the door. Go find another club."
"I'll get it," he insisted. "I just need a little more time, an hour."
"You've had the same amount of time as everyone else. Get off my stage and go find something that requires a bit less talent,"
The kid huffed right back at him and stalked off the stage, snatching his bag from a spot near the wall and bursting out the door.
"Will someone go after the drama queen and get the costume back?"
said with a put upon sigh and one of the other dancers milling around the room dashed
out the door after him.
Drew cast a glance at the owner where she stood at the back of the room and watched Dinah drop her gaze to the floor, shaking her head. If she had any objections to the decision, she didn't say so. It wasn't the first time
had fired someone during a rehearsal, not even the last dress rehearsal before the
Glitters wasn't an average drag club and neither Dinah nor Marshall put up with average performances. They wanted quality and in a city with an immense talent pool there was no reason to settle for less. Not even in a drag show. Every open audition saw a hundred people lined up at their door.
take his pick and the performers knew it. They either kept up or they were out on
the street looking for a new job and someone else was wearing their costume at the
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DP Denman is an M/M (gay) contemporary romance author from the soggy splendor of the
Pacific Northwest. She is
an eclectic reader, obsessed writer, and determined LGBT rights activist who lives
with her fur babies and a pair of hyper-caffeinated muses.
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