Jaime Samms – författare

One dancer. One cleaner. Two very different worlds.If Conrad isn't good enough to be a principal dancer, at least he makes a stellar teacher, stern with the kids coming through his studio, but chatty with anyone else who stands still too long.Dusty likes the quiet spaces between words. Since a brutal beating as a teenager, he's content to go unnoticed, reconciled to his broken brain and a dance career lost before it ever began. Cleaning Conrad's studio is perfect for a guy who doesn't want to be the center of anything.Convinced if Dusty comes out from the shadows, he'll shine, Conrad can't seem to leave him to his simple work—or stop talking. Because Dusty not only hears him, he also listens. It's been a long time since anyone listened.Far from being annoyed, Dusty is drawn to the man hidden behind Conrad's babble. But Conrad has the life Dusty never got to have, and wanting someone from that world could shatter him all over again.This book was previously published. The story has not changed, but this version includes the short story Out of Step, previously only available in the series print anthology.

Who needs a love life when there's so much work to do?Nothing is getting in the way of this tiny house build.Not my tiny budget.Not my tiny stockpile of supplies.Not the tiny question of legality concerning the practice of sneaking materials out of the dumpster on my neighbour's construction site.Not the tiny snowflakes threatening to fall sooner than I am prepared for them.Definitely not Cullen, the not-so-tiny foreman on the construction site with his amazing shoulders, kind eyes, and inexplicable interest in taking me on dates and feeding me.Wait. Maybe that last one, but just for the afternoon…then I'm right back on task, because building an entire house, of any size, from recycled materials is no tiny feat.So imagine my shock when, every time I leave the site, I come back to find someone has been there while I was away. They haven't taken anything. Instead, they're putting up walls and roof joists and leaving behind festive decorations.Have I been the victim of tiny construction elves?