Tuesday's Child - Grace

Grace Solomon was a ballerina. Not just any ballerina, but "the" Prima Ballerina. Extraordinarily talented and as graceful as her name, she found herself catapulted to the highest levels of her art. Until the day a horrific car accident leaves her crippled, barely able to walk. Heartbroken, she accepts she'll never dance again. When enigmatic stranger Jaron Conrad turns up talking of a cure, Grace accuses him of being a crackpot and a quack. But could there be a possibility that he's telling the truth, and if he is, does Grace have the courage to take a chance on him? The courage to pay the price, even if it costs her heart? Excerpt: His words ripped Grace out of her sensual daze and slammed her back into reality harder than a wrestler hitting the mats. Her own foolishness added a vicious leg drop. "Way to go, Grace. A handsome guy only has to get near enough for you to smell his aftershave and you act like a star struck teenager!" "I "knew" it was too good to be true!" Her voice was shrill with disappointment as she launched herself to her feet. She wobbled a little as she tore her fingers from his. She was pathetic; she should have "known" he wasn't interested in her at all. He was just like all the rest, only interested in details of the accident. What "was" it with these people? Did she have to parade around bloody naked, show off every scar, all the damage that being in a car as it rolled six times could inflict? Would they be happy then and leave her alone? She turned away, intending to storm out of the box, but he stepped around her, blocking her path. He loomed over her, his expression intense, his hard gaze on her face. His expression should have frightened her-a man, any other man, looking at her that way would have scared her to death. But the look on Jaron's face didn't frighten her; it thrilled her right down to her toes. He moved. He hauled her up against him, holding her captive against his lean, hard body. No chance to struggle, but she didn't plan t