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    Dancing with Mr. Blakemore: The Blakemore Files, #3
    Dancing with Mr. Blakemore: The Blakemore Files, #3
    Dancing with Mr. Blakemore: The Blakemore Files, #3
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    Dancing with Mr. Blakemore: The Blakemore Files, #3

    By Olivia Gaines

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    The only thing Saxton Blakemore hates more than shopping is dancing, and running a close second in things he doesn’t like is Odessa’s little brother Kevin Jr.

    The Blakemores find their hands full in this adventure as Ryanne, Odessa’s sister prepares for her wedding. Odessa has the perfect gift for her sis, a Caribbean cruise, which will also serve as their cover. The ship sails out of Puerto Rico, but there is some pre-work to be done and Kevin Jr tags along, causing more trouble than he is worth, especially with an old nemesis, Mateo.

    Between the dancing lessons and dancing around Kevin Jr, Saxton Blakemore just wants to shoot someone.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOlivia Gaines
    Release dateMay 3, 2014
    ISBN9781502210487
    Dancing with Mr. Blakemore: The Blakemore Files, #3
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    Olivia Gaines

    Olivia is a USA Today Best Selling and multiple award-winning author who loves a good laugh coupled with some steam, mixed in with a man and woman finding their way past the words of “I love you.” An author of contemporary romances, she writes heartwarming stories of blossoming relationships about couples not only falling in love but building a life after the sensual love scene. 2015 Swirl Award Winner, Best Erotic Romance, Thursdays in Savannah. 2017 IRAE Award Winner, Best Contemporary Romance, Wyoming Nights 2019 IRAE Award Winner, Favorite Series, The Men of Endurance 2019 IRAE Award Winner, Reader's Choice Award 2019 Nominee, Top Female Authors, The AuthorShow.com When Olivia is not writing, she enjoys quilting, playing Scrabble online against other word lovers and spending time with her family. She is an avid world traveler who writes many of the locations into her stories. Most of the time she can be found sitting quietly with pen and paper plotting more adventures in love. Olivia lives in Hephzibah, Georgia with her husband, son, grandson and snotty evil cat, Katness Evermean. Learn more about her books, upcoming releases and join her bibliophile nation at www.ogaines.com Subscribe to her email list at http://eepurl.com/OulYf Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/olivia.gaines.31 Twitter: https://twitter.com/oliviagaines Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gaines.olivia/

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      Dancing with Mr. Blakemore - Olivia Gaines

      Chapter One- Breakfast Interruptus

      Kevin Trodat, Jr was home from college for the summer and Saxton Blakemore was not very fond of his brother-in-law.  The first time he met his brother-in-law was when the young man burst through Odessa’s backdoor yelling up the stairs at six in the morning.  Saxton almost shot him.  Fast-forward 18 months later, and the whelp had burst through the backdoor again, this time ruining Saxton’s opportunity for a hearty breakfast.

      If there was one thing a married man looked forward to, it was sleeping in on Saturday morning and getting an extra serving of breakfast with a side order of cuddling. Usually by now, he would have a mouthful of delectable cocoa-covered mounds shoved in his pie hole while he suckled like a babe all the way to happy town.  Instead, he was sitting at the breakfast table with a serving of whole wheat pancakes, scrambled eggbeaters, and three strips of petrified tasteless leather his wife Odessa fondly called turkey bacon.  It only added insult to his flaccid appetite to also be served reduced sugar orange juice and a piping hot cup of decaf coffee.

      I don’t want to eat this shit.

      Saxton wanted the cocoa mounds in his mouth, the gentle hands that would stroke his torso, and the mini-massage he normally received after a hearty serving of breakfast, which was now completely gone. The moment of connectivity with his beautiful wife was gone. He rolled his eyes up from his plate to make contact with the smart-mouthed interloper and destroyer of intimacy.  He frowned at the plate and at his brother-in-law. I should have shot you when I had the chance.

      Instead of having those wonderfully silken legs wrapped around his waist in their Saturday morning dance, he was forced to sit here and listen to the court jester twinkle about, pontificating through some diatribe about the denigration of rap music.  Kevin, of course, attributed the demise of the art form to the rise of unsavory thieves like Slim Shady and one Ryan Macklemore.  Saxton had no idea who either of those people was, but in his mind, the real thief was Kevin Jr., who had stolen his sexy Saturday morning. He also knew what was coming next.  His trigger finger started to twitch as Kevin Jr. slathered the rubbery pancakes with heart-friendly butter and low sugar syrup. It always started the same way, and he was not disappointed this morning when the young man decided to finally address him.

      "No disrespect to you Saxton, but it seems your kind keeps coming over to the dark side, and in a couple of years, you two are going to start having children..." was all Saxton heard.

      No disrespect?

      No disrespect?

      Every time you address me it is disrespectful. Where is my gun?, I will show you how disrespect feels.

      His face remained calm while his mind was lighting up Kevin Jr. with rubber bullets from his favorite 9mm. Saxton’s phone chirped and he looked down to see his brother Connard’s face on the screen.  Excuse me, he mumbled as he rose from the table and stepped out in the back yard.

      Connard said, I must have interrupted your breakfast or something this morning big brother. You sound grumpy.

      If I was having my breakfast, I wouldn’t have answered the phone, he said dryly.

      I was just calling to tell you I got the monogrammed towels you sent. These are really nice.

      Saxton looked at the makeshift addition to the house, a storage shed that had been converted as an attachment for the offices of Blakemore Imports and Collectibles.  He had more towels, knickknacks, and doodads than he knew what to do with, and when all else failed, he mailed them off to his family.

      Glad you like ‘em, I have a set like them for washing my truck, he told Connard as he peered back into the kitchen, watching his beautiful wife at the table with her pain in the ass little brother.  Her face was taut as she spoke to him, her eyes glancing up at Saxton only once.

      Connard was laughing. I am the oilman and I don’t have any fancy towels like these to clean my truck.  Are you and Odessa doing something illegal over there? Stop, don’t tell me!

      The only illegal thing I want to do is put a bullet in my brother-in-law, Saxton mumbled through the phone.

      Sax, he’s young and trying to find his way, and I’m sure coming home from college and finding you married to his sister was a shock. Think about Grandma Patsy and Odessa. It takes a bit of time to adjust to some things. In the meantime, you also need to find a common bond, Connard said with some reassurance to make his brother feel better.  It didn’t.

      Saxton clicked off the line and looked at the yard.  The grass needed to be cut and the hedges trimmed. If Jr. wanted to bond with him, he could come out and cut the grass when he finished raiding his fridge, which was next on the gatecrasher’s list after a demolition of those tasteless pancakes. There were a great number of things his wife Odessa did really well, but cooking wasn’t at the top of the list. He had never considered himself to be much of a foodie, but after being married to a woman who ate low-cal and low fat everything, he considered himself a gourmand. The whole scenario pulled him in conflicting directions, making his system feel out of sorts and in need of some form of maintenance.

      So did his yard. The yard looked scraggly and in need of his attention. He would do it later in the evening before the sun set.  He grabbed his truck keys from the mudroom and gave his wife a two-fingered salute as he climbed in the cab of his truck. His thoughts drifted to his beautiful, smart, and sexy wife sitting at the kitchen table with her favorite pink tank top clinging perfectly to those beautiful cocoa mounds, which had avoided a full-fledged assault by his overzealous tongue.  He had other thoughts now. His stomach was grumbling and he was starving. 

      Normally after a couple of rounds of Saturday morning matrimonial acrobatics, he didn’t care what he ate.  He was happy, sated, and feeling loved.  This morning, he was feeling nothing more than hostility. Hostility which needed a home. He had his favorite weapon in a locked container under some monogrammed towels in his truck’s toolbox.  He would go to the range and fire off a few rounds at some make believe targets that he would envision as Kevin Jr.’s appendages. However, he had one stop to make first.

      Saxton Blakemore pulled into the IHOP and walked in with a grimace covering his face. Customers moved out of his way. Before he was even properly seated, he’d placed

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