There's something special about a new book arriving in the world. It's a little part nervousness (Will they like it) and a little part celebratory (It's finally here!). For author Connie Smith, it's the culmination of a lot of work, drive and determination. The first book, Jivin' Tango, in this duet was published in 2015 and Ms. Smith has always planned on taking the characters to the next level but life got in the way. She went on to publish more stories but struggled with what would happen next for Lila and Austin.
Flash forward to 2022 and the sequel was turned in. Snoopy Dancing ensued at Inkspell and we put it on the schedule. Through edits and a cover design, we were thrilled to bring WALTZIN' BLIND to readers and finally, the book is here!! And you can celebrate with us!!
Dancing in the storm is one thing. Waltzing in a secret one? Way harder.
Five months have passed since Lila and her dancer partner, Trent, placed third in the annual dance competition. That’s also when she fell, hard and fast, for her childhood friend, Austin. The dance competition was a dream come true. Austin was the surprise of a lifetime and proof that unknown things can be good—blissful, even, like a perfectly choreographed waltz under a moonlit sky.
But lately, the unknown things are piling up. Her friend, Jacey, is keeping secrets, her parents are acting odd, and Austin is most definitely hiding something from her—something big. And is she losing her mind, or is she suddenly being watched?
Her world no long feels like a graceful waltz, but a mosh pit of dancing elephants she has to ignore if she wants to keep her sanity, even if it means closing her eyes to everything around her. After all, it’s her tried-and-true method of coping, and she’ll cling to it for dear life.
Lila’s waltzing blind through an obstacle course of secrets. One misstep, and she’ll break under the weight of all the lies and deceit, and the carnage won’t be pretty.
The thing about a waltz? One misstep is easy to spot and hard to ignore, let alone two, three, four…
Don’t Miss the Exciting Sequel to Jivin’ Tango, the beginning of Trent and Lila’s love story. Praise for Jivin’ Tango- “This book involves several lessons many women need to learn. It's also a well written love story. The characters are relate-able and fun. Ms. Smith gives us a front row seat to events pretty common in the high school world.” -Book Reviewer
“Have I ever mentioned how gorgeous you look when you wear my number?” I ask through a smirk while Lila rushes around her room to get ready for tonight’s game.
She’s got her back to me, but I can tell by what I’m seeing that she’s painted the shirt herself. The number “56” is there in black, “Thomas Jefferson” written above it in yellow, and what I think are supposed to be Spartan weapons are across the rest. Maybe the details would’ve been a little easier for her if we had a different mascot.
She turns as she chuckles, and a sincere smile replaces my smirk once I read what’s written on the front of the shirt. In black letters, each one highlighted in yellow, are the words, “My heart belongs to my linebacker.”
“I think I like this side even better,” I tell her.
She shrugs. “It’s true.”
“You’re not gonna make some comment about your linebacker being a different one, are you?” I ask since her answer seems almost too simple.
“Two things. One, that would be hard to claim since it’s your number on the back of this top. And two?” She walks over to me and bunches her hands in the shirt I’m wearing. “It wouldn’t do much for keeping you on your toes if you figured I’d do it. I can’t be that predictable, dear boyfriend.”
I reach up to wrap my fingers around her wrist and draw lazy circles on her skin with my thumb. “Yeah, I guess that would be counterproductive.”
“Just a bit,” she whispers before she leans up to brush her lips against mine.
This should feel amazing. Okay, it does feel amazing, but I don’t feel so fantastic. Here we are, flirting and kissing and getting ready for my game, and I’m way too guilty to fully appreciate it. After a few seconds, Lila breaks away from me with a questioning look on her face that lets me know she’s noticed something was off about that kiss.
“Is something wrong, Austin?” she asks.