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A review by litagentsaritza
Grand Jeté by Diana Copland
5.0
This novella has all the makings of a fantastic winter tale: love, angst, passion and a happily ever after made for Hollywood!
One of the things I love most about the holidays are the holiday movies. I can sit on my couch, wrapped up in my warm blanket with a steaming mug of hot cocoa and enjoy the magic of the holidays in 120 minutes of holiday bliss. [a:Diana Copland|2980236|Diana Copland|http://www.goodreads.com/images/nophoto/nophoto-U-50x66.jpg] does the same with this wondrous holiday tale.
What I liked about this book: You fall into the story from the very first line and while you ride the rollercoaster of emotions every budding romance brings, you feel exhilarated at the end and for a brief moment, happy with the world. Read this while listening to holiday music and you'll see what I'm talking about. You'll finish it, put it down, smile over the rim of your mug and savor the beautiful journey you've just taken.
One of the things I love most about the holidays are the holiday movies. I can sit on my couch, wrapped up in my warm blanket with a steaming mug of hot cocoa and enjoy the magic of the holidays in 120 minutes of holiday bliss. [a:Diana Copland|2980236|Diana Copland|http://www.goodreads.com/images/nophoto/nophoto-U-50x66.jpg] does the same with this wondrous holiday tale.
Summary: Jordan Armstead is not a ballet fan, so finding himself at the Opera House with his family, watching his niece in 'The Nutcracker', is not his idea of a good time. That is until a god-like specimen wearing little more than a loin cloth and simmering oil appears on stage, effortlessly partnering his female counterpart through the sensuous 'Arabian' pas de deux.
That night, when the very same man, after suffering a potentially career ending injury, appears in the emergency room where Jordan is a nurse , Jordan finds himself as attracted to the man as he was to the dancer. The attraction is mutual, and they share a magical twenty four hours. But at the end of it, Jordan finds himself wondering if he's impulsively given his heart to someone who has more important things to do than think about a one night stand. Against the backdrop of Christmas trees, sugar plums and falling snow, two men with absolutely nothing in common find out that where the heart is concerned, it just doesn't matter at all.
What I liked about this book: You fall into the story from the very first line and while you ride the rollercoaster of emotions every budding romance brings, you feel exhilarated at the end and for a brief moment, happy with the world. Read this while listening to holiday music and you'll see what I'm talking about. You'll finish it, put it down, smile over the rim of your mug and savor the beautiful journey you've just taken.
Excerpt: "I'm fine." Davis's voice sounded ragged.
"You're sure," Jordan said, frowning. "You didn't wrench anything in your good leg, or your back?" He
reached out instinctively and placed his hand on Davis's side.
Davis shook his head quickly. "I'm fine, Jordan," he repeated. "You caught me before any more damage could
be done." He smiled weakly. "Nice reflexes, by the way."
Jordan exhaled a breath he hadn't known he was holding, and realized with a start just how close he was
standing to Davis. He was crowding him against the wall; one more step and they'd be pressed together from chest to toes. He blinked, muttering an apology, and started to take a step away when Davis's hand came up and curled in the front of his jacket, halting him. He looked down at the white knuckled grip, then up into Davis's eyes.
"Davis," he murmured.
"Jordan." Davis's eyes dropped to Jordan's mouth. Jordan licked his lips, his heart suddenly beating rapidly at the base of his throat. Davis angled his head, pulling against the front of Jordan's jacket and Jordan stiffened, but his fingers curled into Davis's coat.
"Davis," he repeated, his body easing forward even as he searched the face coming inexorably closer. He
studied the long lashes casting shadows on the high cheekbones, the nostrils of the straight, sculpted nose
flaring slightly.
"Jordan," Davis whispered, so close now that Jordan could feel his breath against his lips. "Are you going
to make me force the issue again? Stop thinking and kiss me."
Jordan paused for just a moment longer, his stomach swooping as if he were standing atop a high cliff,
afraid to jump, but the pull of the face, the gentle want in the eyes lifted to his, eased him over the edge and he leaned in, covering Davis's mouth with his own.