Today's snippet is from Torn, the first book in the En Pointe series.
Blurb
Kazimir Lebedev is
a shocking anomaly in Russian politics. He’s an honest man who can’t be bought.
Because he has no secrets. Until an extramarital love affair results in an
illegitimate son he decides to hide in plain sight.
Raised
in Estonia by his adopted grandmother, Misha Vergara has dreamed of
dancing ballet since he was a toddler. He exhibits
the natural grace and drive to succeed in the competitive world of classical
dance.
Natalya
Baranova—Talia—is convinced that she and her bestie, Misha, are destined to be
the preeminent ballet couple someday. They work diligently on their craft which
ultimately leads them to the Mariinsky Theater in St. Petersburg, Russia.
Henri Minas, a new
arrival, has all the qualifications to become a principal dancer, with a face
and personality that beguiles and confuses Misha.
Torn
between his best friend and Henri, Misha must come to terms with his growing
feelings for another boy. In a region of the world where same-sex relationships
are forbidden, will Misha follow his heart and choose love with Henri, or stay
true to Talia and their shared dream of fame?
To
make matter’s worse, all of Kazimir’s carefully crafted lies are about to
unravel, as the half brother Misha doesn't know sets his sights on Talia. Now a high-ranking
member of the government, can Kaz protect his
reputation, and more importantly, his precious love child, without losing it
all?
Henri
I
stared at the email from ABT offering me a position in their exchange program
for six months. It was the lifeline I’d been praying for since it had first been
mentioned. I couldn’t run from my feelings forever, but a new environment and
several thousand miles between me and St. Petersburg would be enough of a
distraction to keep me from going insane.
I
accepted the offer and hit send before I changed my mind. Misha might try to
persuade me to stay, but I didn’t think it was likely. My absence would be a welcome
relief. There had been no attempt at reconciliation on Misha’s part, and my ego
could only take so much abuse. Misha had moved on, a coldblooded mindset I would
never understand because I continued to torment myself with memories of the
past and thoughts of what could have been.
I
still held Ilya at arm’s length instead of giving in to temptation since the
outcome was so predictable. The momentary release would never heal my broken
heart, and it was unfair to expect Ilya to perform miracles.
Nightly
pep talks notwithstanding, I was incapable of ignoring Talia and Misha blatantly
fondling each other in public. They were acting as though they’d just
discovered sex and couldn’t wait to be alone. It made my stomach turn.
Nonetheless,
I couldn’t leave St. Petersburg without saying goodbye. I knocked on Misha’s
door the night before my scheduled departure, half-hoping there would be no
reply since I dreaded confrontations, but the door swung open and a
bare-chested Misha raised his eyebrows in surprise. “This is unexpected.”
“Are
you alone?”
“Yes.”
“I
wanted you to hear it from me instead of the rumor mill; I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“Where
are you going?”
“To
New York for six months.”
“Are
you serious?”
“Yes.
ABT has accepted me into their exchange program.”
Misha
reached for my arm, yanked me inside the room, and engaged the lock. We were
close enough to smell each other’s breath, but an insurmountable wall of
resentment prevented any contact and we both took a step back.
“How
can you leave in the middle of our first full-length ballet? You’ve been
getting rave reviews. What the fuck is in New York?”
“You’re
asking all the wrong questions.”
Misha
extended a hand.
I
batted it away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Let
me hold you for a second.”
“Why?”
“To
prevent you from making the biggest mistake of your life,” Misha reasoned. “You
can’t leave now. At least wait until the season is over.”
“There
are five other guys who can step into my role,” I pointed out. “Why stay when I
have the opportunity to put some distance between us.”
“Is
this situation with Talia so intolerable?”
“Yes.”
Misha
grimaced. “Please, don’t go.”
“Is
ballet the only reason you want me to stay?”
“You
have to know there’s more….”
“Say
it out loud.”
“I
can’t bear the idea of you living on another continent,” Misha confessed. “We’ve
been together for so long I’m not sure I can function without you. I know I’ve
messed up badly. This thing with Talia is—”
“A
mistake?” My voice rose in anguish. “Surely not. You’ve been talking of nothing
else since we first met. I knew I was always your second choice, but I didn’t
have the balls to admit it.”
“It’s
not like that,” Misha insisted. “I’ve said it time and again, I love you both,
but I—”
“Haven’t
figured out the details,” I said with a heavy heart. “The three of us will
never live happily ever after. Whenever I see her clinging to you possessively,
I want to rip her apart. I have to get out of here before I do something I might
regret.”
“Like
what?”
“I
don’t fucking know!”
I
sank to the floor, wrapped my arms around my folded legs, and lowered my head.
The damn tears rushed to the surface and I tried not to scream. Misha wanted it
all, and I wasn’t buying into the plan anymore. It had been fine when I hadn’t
believed there were other options, but those days were long gone. I had a plane
ticket to prove it. There were hundreds of men who were far more secure and a
lot more available. I rose to my full height and wiped away the shameful tears
with the back of my hand.
“You
have to decide which one of us is more important, Misha. You can’t have it both
ways. I know there are people out there who can manage a poly relationship, but
I’m not one of them. I’m too selfish to share, and furthermore, I’m not
attracted to women. I used to like Talia, or at least tolerated her, but lately
her behavior has made it impossible to be civil.”
Misha crowded me to the door and pinned me in place. His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, and he snarled, “You’re not going anywhere.”
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