Ned needed extra money to pay his way through the dance school he had fought so long to get accepted into because the scholarship only paid for the school itself. He found good money dancing at night in a club, introducing the crowd to someone who could really perform. It was all fine until he met a bouncer who drove a big Harley. Sex was mind blowing, but Ned’s life didn’t have time for love or quick sex and anger was his protection as he danced.
What the fuck was that? Christ, I can write better than that...
Such a promising premise that completely failed in execution. Grammar, pacing, character - the entire endeavor was so painful to keep keep reading but I suffered through because, evidently, today I am a masochist.
This book started off well but then it tapered off to a strange middle and a very rushed ending. All in all it was a very strange book that could have been great instead it flopped rather badly.