Review: Love Waltzes In by Alana Albertson

Contemporary Romance
Date Published: July 15, 2013


To her millions of fans, ballroom champion Selena Marcil seems to have the perfect life: a great dance partner, a hit reality show, and celebrity perks. But underneath the glamorous ball gowns, Selena longs to find someone to share her life with when the stage lights dim.

Selena’s childhood sweetheart, Bret Lord, hung up his dance shoes after winning two national titles with her as a teenager, and enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. He never saw his former fiancĂ©e again, except on television and on the cover of men’s magazines. Ten years and three deployments later, Bret gets an offer to audition for Selena’s dance show. When the Marine Corps gives him temporary leave to appear on the series, Bret can’t refuse the quick cash that will enable him to provide financially for the widow of his buddy, even if it does mean coming face to face with his past.

When Bret shows up at her national championship, Selena is shocked. For years she searched for him to no avail. After spending time with Bret, Selena realizes despite their past romance, they have no future. He has no desire to live under a spotlight and she has no desire to leave it. Can Selena and Bret recognize when Love Waltzes In?
Rating: 4 stars!

OMG! this was so cute,dramatic, sexy, and so unf CUTE! ( i know Sergeant Brett wouldn't like to be called cute, but the story was so sweet and sexy, i can't help it :'D )

This book was quite quirky, before i read this book, i thought it could only got two ways.. either really good or down the hills they waltzes out. Don't worry, it went all razzle dazzle well!

Uber alpha male, Staff Sergeant Bret Lord - a honorary marine guy decided to take the challenge competing at TV dance show 'Dancing under the Stars'. What could go wrong, eh? well, there's the ex that got away, sequins and glitter affair, also the dramatic relationship within the dance crew. Readers, tighten your shoe straps... you're in for a whole lotta ride!

For a start, lets appreciate a hunky hero on the dance floor dancing a range of style from heart melting ballroom to a scorching dominant paso doble~ *is it hot in here, or is it just me?* 

The little metaphor of dance styles & their descriptions are really cool, i could relate them to the pace of the story. It's almost as if the pace of the dances were the fairy godparents of the readers, Thumbs up Ms. Albertson!
The plot of this story is lighthearted and fun, it dealt with quite a tangled inter-relationship from the past and the supporting roles played a major key to the story. Nothing is better than professional dancer goes mental with each other~ *smirks*
The characters were likable and enjoyable to read. I can distinguish each individual characters and their traits. In some scenes though, they seemed a bit 2D-ish... Albertson balanced it out with awesome banter, trust me~ y'all would love it! xD
 I really like that the story was written in two point of views, it gives the readers clearer sense of the story (though it means there would be more frustration for us too). I must say, i prefer Bret's voice than Selena. He's an honest, down to earth man who went the whole nine yards to helped his fallen friend's family *teary eyes* He deserve the best ever afters!
Selena, the poor girl also a victim of her own career, let's just say it's best if she didn't mix business with her casual life. No matter the consequences...

Readers who love HEA, childhood relationship, and of course all those dance moves will adore this book. Here's some excerpt if you're not convinced yet~

Excerpt :

Staff Sergeant Bret Lord sat on the dirty floor of his tent, going through the day’s mail: the latest Men’s Fitness magazine from his sister, a care package from his mom. He ripped open the package—socks, lip balm, sunflower seeds, and a thin letter that contained an old magazine clipping.
Dear Bret,
I miss you very much. Benny asked me to send you this article. I really wish you would consider his offer. Please stay safe.
Love, Mom
He swallowed hard. A neon sticky pressed on the wrinkled page had a note scrawled on it from his former master dance coach.
Bret, m’boy,
We’ll make it worth your time.
Cheers, Benny.
Thumbing the edge of the article, Bret stared at the sixteen-year-old boy in the picture and could barely recognize himself. His shoulder length, wavy blond hair was slicked back, not shorn in a “high and tight” like his current haircut. No signs of the tattoos or muscles that currently defined his body. Golden skin stained from a bottle, not the harsh sun of Iraq. His arms were wrapped around a gorgeous, curvy young girl with long jet-black hair. The jade Latin gown she wore matched the color of her almond-shaped eyes.
Bret tossed the article aside and removed his nine-mil pistol from his holster to clean it.
Lance Corporal Hernandez walked by Bret and snatched the article off his cot. After staring at it, Hernandez’s face brightened.
“Hey, Staff Sergeant, this you?”
“No, it’s my clone who’s also named Bret Lord.” Bret slid the rail back on his weapon and began disassembling it.
“Staff Sergeant, you know Selena Marcil? Did you hit that?”
“Shut up, Hernandez, or the one getting hit will be you—with the butt stock of my rifle.” Bret grabbed the paper out of Hernandez’s hands, and smacked him on the side of the head. The kid didn’t flinch.
“Staff Sergeant Twinkle Toes. Hey—can you hook me up with Selena? I’ll be her boy toy. I love her. Man, she’s smoking. Has the nicest ass. Not like all those skinny, Russian chicks on that show.” He nodded to himself with an eyebrow dancing. “Selena’s on my list. She’s Latina, too. We’d be perfect together. What was she doing with a gringo like you?”
“Hernandez, you’re way out of line.” Bret reassembled his pistol.
“My bad, Staff Sergeant.”
Bret grabbed the article, his pack, and his rifle. It was impossible to get some privacy in the tent. His only option was to sit outside in a sandstorm but even that sounded like a welcome retreat from his immature men. He walked about five hundred feet, then plopped down in the hot sand.
The red sky hung above him, thick from smoke from the nearby town. Bret struggled to catch a glimpse of the distant mountains. Sand seemed to pelt down from the heavens, blinding him and settling into every crevice in his body. He closed his eyes against the sting of the sand, and turned his thoughts to Selena. Was she the diva the tabloids made her out to be? Even after ten years, he could almost smell her buttery-coconut scent. A welcome change from the overflowing shitters, toxic diesel, and stench of his fellow Marines who hadn’t bathed in three weeks.

About the Author:

Alana Albertson

Alana Albertson is the former President of both Romance Writers of Americas’s Young Adult and  Chick Lit chapters and the founder of Academe Advantage, a college admissions & test preparation company. Alana Albertson holds a Masters of Education from Harvard University and a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford University. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, Alana currently writes contemporary romance and young adult fiction. She lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two young sons, and four dogs. When she’s not spending her time needlepointing,  dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through  Pugs N Roses, the rescue she founded, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.
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