"TANGO’S EDGE is a thrilling tale from the very talented pen of Carole
Bellacera, an author who is highly underrated. With scads of sexual tension and
smokin’ chemistry between Kerry and Mikhail, it’s not long before the two start
their own tango of the heart. Mikhail is a man any woman would want. Ms.
Bellacera shows a flair for not only characterization, but incorporating
Mikhail’s heavy Russian accent into dialogue. It’s not hard to actually hear the
words spoken in your head as you read TANGO’S EDGE. Character development
doesn’t end with the two main characters, however. Sean and Elena are a nasty
duo only out to please themselves. Mikhail didn’t have much choice in partnering
Elena, and she won’t stop until she gets what she wants -- the gold, and
hopefully the puppy adoration of Mikhail. She’s the kind of woman who loves to
have men at her feet, even if she kicks them to the curb when she’s done with
them. It’s not what she can do for them, but what will they do for her?
Light on the suspense angle, TANGO’S EDGE still hits many notes on the palate
for a romantic tale of two lonely people who deserve to find love. Even if
you’re not a closet skating fan like me, you’ll definitely enjoy Carole
Bellacera’s newest book from Cerridwen Press. There are not many authors who can
make a double axel or a triple toe loop look sexy, but Ms. Bellacera does. Not
since Kurt Browning have I had a crush on a male skater, but Mikhail can help me
trace my edges any day. Enjoy!" —Amy Cunningham, Romance Reviews
"Tango's Edge is a non-stop action, suspense filled book with surprises,
intrigue, and romance included. It will be a shame for you to miss reading
it. Exceptionally well-written, this story has characters that you will either
love or hate. I enjoyed the way this story played out very much. I could
hardly wait to see what was next and stayed up all night in order to finish this
book in one sitting. An excellent read to add to your bookshelf." --
Matilda, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance and Karen Find Out About New Books
"Tango’s Edge is one thrilling ride. It kept this reader entertained
and on the edge-of-the-seat with twists and turns I never expected. I love the chemistry
of Kerry and Mikhail, not to mention the danger that draws them closer. The intrigue
with Elena and Adam really adds a great addition to the storyline.
There is never a dull moment with the characters in this story and the adventure
of Kerry and Mikhail excites in this page-turner. Carole Bellacera allows
her players to lift off the pages in this fast-moving read. The touch of mystery
she instills with Kerry and Mikhail is wonderfully done. The plot is
great; the dialogue and writing are superb. Each time the dance skaters were on
the ice, I could get a feel of the whole setting making this one interesting
read." —Linda L., Fallen Angel Reviews
"Carole Bellacera's latest novel, Tango's
Edge, was such a wonderful palate cleanser. This book was hard to put down
because it was a blossoming love story that was pack full of suspense.
The plot was never stagnant because the intrigue kept you glued because you really
wanted to know who, why, how and what would happen next. The characters were very
vivid and their personalities were very tangible. Kerry seemed to put the wishes
of others before herself and she thought now was the time for her do what she wanted
when she wanted. Mikhail had information that he thought would keep others safe.
He felt that it was his duty to make past atrocities known at any cost. And that
cost might be his loosing the woman that he had come to love.
This book definitely gave me the "warm fuzzies" and at times gave me the
"cold pricklies"; a perfect suspenseful romance."
—Shira, SIMPLY ROMANCE REVIEWS
“Tango's Edge is a strong romantic suspense thriller starring
two likable lead characters, a super support cast, and a powerful world stage
ice dancing background. The story line contains more twists and spins than a
dance routine as the course of freedom to love is not easy with both American
and Russian interests involved in a Cold War revision. That segue seems real
even if two decades has passed since the Iron Curtain collapsed as the audience
will score Carole Bellacera’s tale with a 10.” —Harriet Klausner
Park City, Utah
The applause startled her in the dark arena.
It erupted into the silence after she landed the double axel, just as her blade’s
outside edge bit into the ice with an audible scrape. Kerry Niles looked over toward
the boards and saw the dark shape of someone watching her. Someone tall and male.
Her brow furrowed in annoyance. Adam, of course. What was he doing here so early?
Hadn't last night's argument sunk in at all? She'd made it clear how important this
early morning practice time was to her. How she purposely set her alarm at four
o'clock so she could get onto the rink before it began filling up with other skaters
“Is it six already?” she called out, knowing it wasn't. Her blood began
to boil as she skated toward him. After last night's heated exchange, how dare
he get here early? But as her eyes sharpened on the figure, she realized it wasn't
Adam at all. Instead of dark brown hair, she saw the flaxen color, and knew it could
only be one person.
Her heart skipped a beat as her blades dug into the ice, bringing her to an abrupt
stop a few feet away from the boards. Somehow, she managed to find her voice. "Oh!
I thought you were my partner. ”
The man didn't speak but just watched her. Mikhail Kozlof, the male half of the
Soviet ice dance team of Boiko and Kozlof, stood at the entrance to the ice. Like
her, he was dressed completely in black, from his cotton turtleneck sweater to his
Last night during the compulsory dance competition, he'd been wearing white. Kerry's
cheeks warmed at the memory of the moment he'd caught her staring at him in the
warm-up area. But there had been no way in the world she could've dragged her gaze
away from the arresting sight he made as he meditated before taking the ice with
Eyes closed, he'd crouched near a wall, his back straight, arms spread-eagled at
his sides. On another man, his sleek white skating costume might have seemed less
than masculine with one arm encased in filmy white gauze and the other bare and
off the shoulder. But as he squatted, motionless, in perfect balance, the sinewy
biceps of his bare arm flexed, and Kerry had caught her breath at his magnificence.
She wasn't sure how many seconds she'd stood there admiring him before he startled
her by genuflecting, and then opening his eyes. Perhaps sensing her gaze, he’d
looked straight at her. She'd been mortified, her face growing hot with embarrassment.
But still she couldn't look away from him. Then he'd done something that had totally
blown her away. He'd smiled. A warm, knowing smile that had sent the blood rushing
through her body.
Now, here she was staring at him again. Her cheeks were hot, her heart bumping.
She was twenty-eight years old―ancient, almost, by amateur skating standards.
But she hadn't felt this young and tongue-tied since she’d fallen in love
with Adam at the naive age of fifteen.
The Russian gazed at her with penetrating blue eyes. His cheekbones were high, his
nose straight and Germanic. His golden hair was layered expertly away from his face,
a bit longer in back. Under his right cheekbone, a faded scar traveled from below
his eye almost to his ear. Incredibly, it didn't detract from his good looks, but
rather, added character to a face that was almost too classically beautiful.
How had he gotten that scar?
With a start, Kerry realized he was speaking.
“You skate like singles skater,” he said in precise, heavily accented
English. “Layback and double axel. ”
She nodded and somehow found her voice. “I switched to dance when I was fifteen.”
A smile flickered about his lips. “You are good at both, yes?”
Kerry shrugged, her fingers worrying at the chiffon hem of her skirt. “Not
really. That double axel I landed was a fluke. ”
He cocked his head, one brow arched. “This fluke. This is new word for me,
but I think is not good. ”
Catching the irony lacing his voice, she grinned. “It means I don't land it
that way usually. Hardly ever, actually. ” There. That sounded like the old
Mikhail nodded. “Will you skate with me? ”
Her heart jumped, and just like that, her momentary self-assurance drained away.
Before she could reply, he went on, “I have been watching you all week, and
I… ” He shook his head, struggling with the language. “I don't
know right way to say what is…in here. ” He tapped a finger against
his forehead. “You move like...so lovely. And..” He lifted his shoulder
in a shrug. “I wish to skate with you. ”
Kerry wanted more than anything to skate with him. Had wanted it since that
first morning two weeks ago when she'd seen him here practicing with Elena. But
it was crazy! She didn't know his routines. It was insane to think she could simply
get on the ice with a complete stranger and move in sync with him.
Mikhail murmured, “I will be right back.”
He turned and disappeared through the double doors. Kerry stood there, dumbfounded.
He was gone only a moment. As he clomped toward her on his skate guards, music began
to play from the PA system, and Kerry recognized the tango selection that all the
ice dancers had performed to in the preliminary set pattern dances. Mikhail took
off his skate guards and stepped onto the ice. Smiling, he held out his hand. She
found her eyes locked on it. His fingers were long, his nails short. A silver ring
glinted on his pinkie.
Her heart tripped into overdrive. Somehow, without realizing exactly who touched
whom first, she found her hand in his. But when he placed his other hand on her
waist and began to guide her away from the boards, she stiffened at the penetrating
heat of his touch.
No…I don't…I can't… But the words were spoken only in her
mind. She tried to relax and follow his movements, but immediately, her foot tangled
with his, and she stumbled to the ice. The cold surface burned into her buttocks,
and then her palms as she pushed against the ice to get to her feet. Heat rushed
to her face as Mikhail grabbed her arm and pulled her up. How humiliating! Making
a fool of herself in front of the best ice dancer she'd ever seen. But his ocean
blue eyes were warm as he steadied her with his hands on her upper arms.
“You know this dance. You have done so hundreds of times with partner,”
he said gently. “Just relax and let yourself feel music. ” The warmth
of his hand was once again at her waist. “Ready? ”
Kerry nodded. He smiled and began to move. She was reminded of last evening when
she'd watched him dance with Elena during the competition; she'd fantasized about
being in her place. And here she was.
As she relaxed in Mikhail's arms, she realized the routine they were doing was a
basic set-pattern dance they'd all done in competition. She knew every step of it,
and her mind automatically clicked into the mantra she used during competition.
The tighter the curve, the deeper the edge. Yet, she was exquisitely aware
it wasn't Adam at her side, holding her in his arms so confidently. Mikhail's scent
washed over her, a mysterious combination of sandalwood and Eastern spices. This
dance, sexual by nature, had never felt so passionate with Adam.
By the second time around the rink, Kerry was dancing with Mikhail as if they'd
been doing it forever. Their edges were clean and sharp, their leans elegant. Mohawks,
Choctaws, three-turns. Every move they made was fluid, perfect. She found herself
praying the music would never end; that she could hold onto this moment forever.
She was dancing with a stranger―a foreigner, yet, she felt a sense of security
and belonging like she'd never found anywhere before. Not since her childhood in
Utah with her father and grandparents.
But the music did end. Slowly, in the middle of the rink, Mikhail drew her to a
stop. They stood, facing each other, hands entwined. The angles and planes of his
face were shadowed in the dim light, but she felt the intensity of his gaze. An
unbearable tension crackled between them, and Kerry knew the heat enveloping her
had little to do with the exercise.
For a crazy moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. Crazier still, she wanted
him to. She knew nothing about this man from the former Soviet Union. Nothing except
he was an artist on the ice, and the partner of Russia’s new hope for a gold
medal, Elena Boiko.
But for the moment, it didn't matter. He was a man, and there was no denying the
electricity sizzling between them. And at this moment, she wanted to be kissed by
Mikhail Kozlof more than she wanted an Olympic medal.
His eyes, so stark, so earnest, scanned her face, moving over her brows, her cheekbones,
and finally, settling on her lips. He leaned toward her, and Kerry lifted her face,
offering her mouth.
But he didn't take it. Instead, his hands slid up her arms and tightened on her
shoulders. He spoke in a husky undertone, “Kerry Niles, I need your help.
He took a deep breath, released it and said the words that would change her life
forever. “I must defect from my country, and I need your help to do it.”