What to Read Wednesday

27 Nov

Welcome to What to Read Wednesday. If you are visiting today from the US you are probably taking a break from getting ready for Turkey Day–be that traveling or hosting. So I want to say an extra big thank you for taking your break with me and our guest Alana Albertson, author of  Love Waltzes In.

Alana is visiting today sharing the inspiration behind her story and also a wonderful blurb and excerpt for her book. It sounds wonderful and I hope you’ll add it to your reading list like I did.

Also, Alana is offering up a fun prize! Either a $25 Amazon Gift Card or Barnes & Noble Gift Card. Click HERE to enter.

Take it away Alana…


Inspiration behind the story.

I was a professional ballroom dancer and I was always fascinated by the intricate world we lived in that was unknown to the non-dancing world. Not until the success of Dancing with the Stars, did America really learn about ballroom dancing. But the show rarely gives real glimpses of the realities of life as a ballroom dancer.  I wanted to give readers a glimpse into our world and see the dark side: immigration fraud, fake marriages, abusive partnerships, extreme diets and training.

My first professional dance partner was a former Marine. My husband is also a Marine (albeit the non-dancing variety). I loved the contrast of a tough Marine forced back in this glitzy ballroom world.


Playlist for Love Waltzes In

1. Cha Cha: Sexbomb by Tom Jones

2. Foxtrot: Feeling Good by George Michael

3. Rumba: Nobody Knows by Tony Rich Project

4. Mambo: Get Busy by Sean Paul

5. Quickstep: It Don’t Mean A Thing by Duke Ellington

6. Swing: All Summer Long by Kid Rock

7. Waltz: Open Arms by Journey

8. Bolero: Cry Me A River by Justin Timberlake

9. Jive: Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne

10. Tango: Objection (Tango) by Shakira

11. Paso Doble: Final Countdown by Europe

12. Viennese Waltz: Time of my Life by David Cook

13. Hustle: Canned Heat by Jamiroquai

14: Samba: Salomé by Chayanne




To her millions of fans, ballroom champion Selena Marcil seems to have the perfect life: a great dance partner, a hit reality show, and celebrity perks. But underneath the glamorous ball gowns, Selena longs to find someone to share her life with when the stage lights dim.

Selena’s childhood sweetheart, Bret Lord, hung up his dance shoes after winning two national titles with her as a teenager, and enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. He never saw his former fiancée again, except on television and on the cover of men’s magazines. Ten years and three deployments later, Bret gets an offer to audition for Selena’s dance show. When the Marine Corps gives him temporary leave to appear on the series, Bret can’t refuse the quick cash that will enable him to provide financially for the widow of his buddy, even if it does mean coming face to face with his past.

When Bret shows up at her national championship, Selena is shocked. For years she searched for him to no avail. After spending time with Bret, Selena realizes despite their past romance, they have no future. He has no desire to live under a spotlight and she has no desire to leave it. Can Selena and Bret recognize when Love Waltzes In?

Excerpt – Love Waltzes In 

Staff Sergeant Bret Lord sat on the dirty floor of his tent, going through the day’s mail: the latest Men’s Fitness magazine from his sister, a care package from his mom. He ripped open the package—socks, lip balm, sunflower seeds, and a thin letter that contained an old magazine clipping.

Dear Bret,

I miss you very much. Benny asked me to send you this article. I really wish you would consider his offer. Please stay safe.

Love, Mom

He swallowed hard. A neon sticky pressed on the wrinkled page had a note scrawled on it from his former master dance coach.

Bret, m’boy,

We’ll make it worth your time.

Cheers, Benny.

Thumbing the edge of the article, Bret stared at the sixteen-year-old boy in the picture and could barely recognize himself. His shoulder length, wavy blond hair was slicked back, not shorn in a “high and tight” like his current haircut. No signs of the tattoos or muscles that currently defined his body. Golden skin stained from a bottle, not the harsh sun of Iraq. His arms were wrapped around a gorgeous, curvy young girl with long jet-black hair. The jade Latin gown she wore matched the color of her almond-shaped eyes.

Bret tossed the article aside and removed his nine-mil pistol from his holster to clean it.

Lance Corporal Hernandez walked by Bret and snatched the article off his cot. After staring at it, Hernandez’s face brightened.

“Hey, Staff Sergeant, this you?”

“No, it’s my clone who’s also named Bret Lord.” Bret slid the rail back on his weapon and began disassembling it.

“Staff Sergeant, you know Selena Marcil? Did you hit that?”

“Shut up, Hernandez, or the one getting hit will be you—with the butt stock of my rifle.” Bret grabbed the paper out of Hernandez’s hands, and smacked him on the side of the head. The kid didn’t flinch.

“Staff Sergeant Twinkle Toes. Hey—can you hook me up with Selena? I’ll be her boy toy. I love her. Man, she’s smoking. Has the nicest ass. Not like all those skinny, Russian chicks on that show.” He nodded to himself with an eyebrow dancing. “Selena’s on my list. She’s Latina, too. We’d be perfect together. What was she doing with a gringo like you?”

“Hernandez, you’re way out of line.” Bret reassembled his pistol.

“My bad, Staff Sergeant.”

Bret grabbed the article, his pack, and his rifle. It was impossible to get some privacy in the tent. His only option was to sit outside in a sandstorm but even that sounded like a welcome retreat from his immature men. He walked about five hundred feet, then plopped down in the hot sand.

The red sky hung above him, thick from smoke from the nearby town. Bret struggled to catch a glimpse of the distant mountains. Sand seemed to pelt down from the heavens, blinding him and settling into every crevice in his body. He closed his eyes against the sting of the sand, and turned his thoughts to Selena. Was she the diva the tabloids made her out to be? Even after ten years, he could almost smell her buttery-coconut scent. A welcome change from the overflowing shitters, toxic diesel, and stench of his fellow Marines who hadn’t bathed in three weeks.


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Author Info

Alana Albertson is the former President of both Romance Writers of Americas’s Young Adult and  Chick Lit chapters and the founder of Academe Advantage, a college admissions & test preparation company. Alana Albertson holds a Masters of Education from Harvard University and a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford University. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, Alana currently writes contemporary romance and young adult fiction. She lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two young sons, and four dogs. When she’s not spending her time needlepointing, dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through  Pugs N Roses, the rescue she founded, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.


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Posted by on November 27, 2013 in Book Excerpts, What to Read Wednesday


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3 responses to “What to Read Wednesday

  1. ChristineWarner

    November 27, 2013 at 7:41 am

    Thanks for joining me on What to Read Wednesday Alana! Love the sound of your book and the excerpt 🙂

  2. Tasty Book Tours

    November 27, 2013 at 1:21 pm

    Thank you for hosting today!


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