Syncopated Snowflakes

Dance friends. A snowstorm. One bed. And all that stupid chemistry.

Melody

I made a rule: no dating on the social dancing scene. My greatest misstep still sits like a stone inside my heart, and I’m a mother now. I can’t afford mistakes like that. I’m only here for salsa, for the music, dance, and art. No giving out my number. Not to anyone.

But Constantine and I, we’ve always had such stupid chemistry. And when my wallet’s stolen, and a snowstorm cuts all transport, he offers help.

Now we are stuck in this hotel room with a single bed.

I swear, I only came to dance.

Constantine

I made a rule: no more girlfriends from the dancefloor. Or situationships. Or friends with benefits. It isn’t worth the heartbreak. I do not pick them well, and I have always been too soft for games.

But Melody is different. Shy, yet vivacious. Withdrawn, yet always here, and honest to a fault. So when she needs me, of course I’ll help her out.

Now we’re snowed-in together, all alone. And thanks to our dances, I already know what she feels like in my arms.

We’ve always had such stupid chemistry.

Stupid chemistry.

Syncopated Snowflakes is a spicy, one-bed, holiday-adjacent contemporary romance.