Strictly Come Dating by Kathryn Freeman
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Saturday nights are strictly for dancing…
As the glitter ball shimmers and sequins flash, forty-year-old Maggie remembers the pull of the dancefloor. But now, as a newly divorced mum of two, Maggie’s certain her dancing days are over. Or are they…?
Encouraged by her friends, Maggie dusts off her silver stilettos and enrolls for dancing classes, all she needs now is the perfect partner.
Enter Seb. Young, carefree and hot as hell, Seb is definitely a perfect 10! Even though everything about him is outrageously inappropriate! But as Seb sweeps her across the dancefloor every week, Maggie begins to see a new side to him; kind, caring, funny, strong.
And Maggie realises that he’s the only one she’d like to foxtrot with…perhaps even forever
She’s a beautiful and poised doctor with two young daughters and a passion for ballroom dancing. He’s a happy-go-lucky world traveler with a passion for her. Can these two mismatched people find common ground?
The chemistry between Maggie and Seb is off the charts and they really get each other. Maggie’s love of dance and her growing attraction to Seb is a no-brainer and I understand her reluctance to get involved with a younger man with no plans for the future. However, Seb’s determination to impress and win over Maggie is adorable. He is a catch with his fun-loving nature, his ease with children, and a heart of gold. Though his family seems pushy and unimpressed with his life choices, they understandably want the best for him. In addition, the dancing competition is an entertaining and fun way of the two to get to know each other.
Overall, I loved this delightful and uplifting romance with colorful characters, witty repartee, and dancing. I’m always a fan of older women and younger men. What more could one ask for?
Thank you to Ms. Freeman for giving me the opportunity to read this book with no expectation of a positive review.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A former pharmacist, I’m now a medical writer who also writes romance. Some days a racing heart is a medical condition, others it’s the reaction to a hunky hero.
I’ve two sons and a husband who asks every Valentine’s Day whether he has to buy a card (yes, he does), so any romance is all in my head. Then again, his unstinting support of my career change proves love isn’t always about hearts and flowers – and heroes come in many disguises.
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