Dirty, Flirty Dancing

At twenty-three, I lost everything. My husband. My love for life. My will to live.

All I had left was my beautiful baby boy.

Somehow, I picked up the pieces of myself and my life, and I moved to Sizzle Beach, the one place I was hoping I would still find happiness.

The moment my toes touched the sand, I sat on the ground, clutching Alex on my lap, and I cried. I cried because I still had something in this world that brought me peace.

With my dad's help, I bought a small house and turned the front half into a bookstore, leaving the back half as my house.

Seven years later, I've mostly found my footing. Every day still hurts, but I'm living.

But it's not until Slater--a sinfully hot lifeguard--dances into my life that my soul lights on fire again.

He's sweet, kind, and so good with Alex. He makes me burn inside in a way my husband never had.

I may have been drowning in the deep end, but Slater is about to pull my head above the water.