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Young and fiery dancer Mia has just found herself moving to Minneapolis where she meets Christopher, a local hotshot musician who immediately captures her attention. The connection is immediate, but she is hesitant to get involved with the musician type, especially someone like him. When Mia begins working with another group, and more importantly another man, Christopher finds himself enraged with jealousy, and struggling to manage a successful relationship while still balancing their careers and his personal emotions towards the other young man who had taken Mia in as his own dancer and protege. When Mia's professional situation takes a dark and personal turn, there's only one person to get her out of it. But will his jealousy stop him from doing so?
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Mia loved him first, but will he be her last? love triangles with simmering office tension, Mia and Andrew's history is a fire long extinguished-or so they thought. Their past burned bright when they were young, but now only bitter ashes remain. the boundaries between love and hate blur in ways none of them could have predicted. "Don't talk to him." His voice was low, intent. I raised an eyebrow knowing he is referring to Henry "Why? He's nicer than you, anyway." My words hung between us, defiant. He didn't react, but his eyes darkened. "That's what he wants you to think." I scoffed. "Whatever's between you two, leave me out of it. And if this is some game to make me leave, don't waste your time." His hand pressed against the wall beside my head, closing the distance. I felt his warmth, a magnetic pull I couldn't deny, even though I knew better, I want him closer to me. "I suggest you play nice, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice curling around me. "We'll be spending a lot of time together this week." childhood friends to enemies to lovers book.

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