{"product_id":"shall-we-dance-0373364334","title":"Shall We Dance?","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN:\u003c\/strong\u003e 0373364334\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/strong\u003e Patrick, Lynn\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCondition:\u003c\/strong\u003e New\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eProduct Description Will history repeat itself?Hollywood, 1953Anita Brooks and Price Garfield were all the rage, perfect partners on and off the dance floor-until Price married an ambitious starlet and Anita fled to Broadway.Los Angeles, 2011Anita's daughter, Gabrielle Brooks Lacroix, is lured to California to dance at the opening of a nostalgia club, Cheek to Cheek. The problem is her partner will be Kit Garfield, whose very name conjures up memories of her mother's heartbreak. Kit, however, has heard another version of the story-his father's. Can Gabby and Kit put aside yesterday's ghosts and follow their own dreams into the glittering future that beckons? About the Author Patricia Rosemoor loves bringing a mix of thrills and chills and romance to Harlequin Intrigue readers. She's won a Golden Heart from Romance Writers of America and a Reviewers Choice and Career Achievement Awards from RT Book Reviews. She teaches courses on writing popular fiction and suspense-thriller writing in the fiction writing department of Columbia College Chicago. Check out her website, www.PatriciaRosemoor.com. Excerpt.  Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. New York, Present DayGabrielle Brooks Lacroix reached the half-open doorway in her mother's second-floor apartment just in time to catch the final clinch of the \"Dance of Love\" scene in White Tie and Tails. As she watched her mother's youthful monochrome image lovingly embrace that of Price Garfield, Anita herself looked on raptly from the peach-colored couch in front of the television.\"Life was meant to be a dance of love\"Gabby instantly recognized the theme song from the famous nostalgia musical set in the thirties. After teaching three classes in a row, she'd left her first-floor Broadway Bound Dance School to relax in her own apartment upstairs. Even though she was pooped, Gabby couldn't ignore the fact that her mother was viewing her old movies again.Opening the door wide, she asked loudly, \"Feeling nostalgic today?\"Anita started and glanced over her shoulder. \"Ohhello, sweetheart.\" She immediately clicked the remote control, shutting off both the television and the DVD player. Then she smoothed back her white hair, as if she were trying to wipe away her guilty expression. \"I didn't notice you standing there.\"\"I wasn't. I just heard the music and decided to see what you were up to.\"Gabby wouldn't really care about her mother watching the old movies if Anita could do so unemotionally. Maybe, by now, that was possible. It had been quite a while since Anita had dug one of them out.Her mother looked over Gabby's new lavender leotard and matching wrap skirt. \"You look good in that color. You ought to wear it more often.\" She motioned to the overstuffed chair across from her. \"Sit down and tell me how your classes are going.\"Not particularly in the mood to discuss her work, Gabby skirted the couch to plop down in the chair. \"The classes are fine. What have you been doing this afternoon?\" she asked pointedly. Since Anita only coached a few special students herself, the older woman had plenty of time to indulge in past triumphs and troubles.\"Oh, a little of this and that,\" Anita hedged before changing the subject. \"Did Heather get that part she tried out for?\"\"Nope.\"\"Too bad.\"Gabby sighed. \"None of our students has gotten a job lately.\"\"Kirk's still dancing in that off-off-Broadway horror musical.\"\"If you can call doing the limbo as a zombie dancing.\"\"Ah, well, that's not the worst job in the world,\" Anita insisted. \"Broadway candidates have to pay their dues.\"In hopes of getting somewhere, Gabby thought, though many never did, including herself. She'd been fed up with the constant rat race by the time she'd retired last year. At thirty-three she'd been a little long in the tooth for Broadway chorus lines, anyway. She stretched out her legs, glancing down at her tights and kidskin dance slippers, eternal reminders of what might have been.\"If you want to go so\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Mia Karts","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51931127546144,"sku":"NEW0373364334","price":13.33,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/miakarts.com\/products\/shall-we-dance-0373364334","provider":"Miakarts Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}