Sassy & Southern


It’s here! My ballet inspired, Italy infused, f/m erotic Dance with a Millionaire! To celebrate I’m giving away a mini MP3 player plus a copy of DWAM to a lucky commenter. The contest will run till March 24th, midnight.

I love this story, mostly because I’m also a ballet dancer. Plus, this was the first manuscript I ever wrote. I literally had a dream, and the next morning I woke up and typed everything I could remember. Thus was my foray into the world of writing romance. Talk about a dream come true!


Um, yeah, that’s me above. Just thought I’d show off my ballet skills like Campbell. She’s a super duper cook, too. One of my favorite scenes is when Campbell cooks a downhome country supper complete with collards, cornbread, grits, fried chicken, and apple pie.

So what skills do you have? I’d love to hear abou them!

Here’s a little teaser for you as well!

Southern belle Campbell Layne is the rising star of the Manhattan Ballet Theatre, providing she lands an upcoming principal role. The stage heats up, however, when Rod Carrington steps in and teaches her more than she ever expected!

Determined as she is to stay focused on the audition that will push her into stardom, dazzling attorney Rod Carrington still proves to be a major distraction especially when he ends up teaching the college class she’s taking in her spare time. Campbell humiliates herself on their first date, but that doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italy and turning her into quite the vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerful influence to secure the lead for her. Now she’ll never know if her talent was real or “bought” by the man she thought was the love of her life.


“Thank you for attending the performance and for your generous donation to MBT.” His dark eyebrows shot up a notch, highlighting a definite mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Why did they have to be the exact shade of turquoise as the Caribbean Ocean at sunset? Stunning.

“That’s well-rehearsed, Miss Layne. Tell me, though, do you turn on the Southern belle charm for all your fans or only the male ones?”

Her mouth fell open, but thank goodness she had the presence of mind to snap it shut. “How dare you? First of all, I’m from Alabama which makes the accent genuine, and secondly, that’s…that’s the rudest, most ungentlemanly thing to say.”

“I never said I was a gentleman and readily admit to be undeserving of your sweet façade. I’d much prefer the real you.”

She propped her hands on her hips. “And precisely what, may I ask, do you assume to be the real me, seeing as our acquaintance has a life span of what? Thirty seconds?”

Rod glanced at an expensive-looking gold watch. “Forty-five.” He stepped closer.

She did not see that coming and stumbled back only to become trapped between the wall and his body. The hard, cold stone competed against his warm, harder presence. Damn it, the latter won out. She ground her traitorous fingertips into her palms in an effort to prevent them from brushing away the stray curl that fell across his forehead.

The hem of his jacket brushed her hip as he moved in to splay his hand over her waist. The pressure built as he gathered her an inch closer. She caught a faint whiff of his cologne. The clean, fresh scent permeated the air and reminded her of the Southern pines back home, but this was not the time to reminisce.

“In fact, I’d like to get to know every inch of you.” Another sharp tug had her chest pressed against his rock solid form.

Her blood boiled in a delicious rhythm. Obviously, the vibrator thing was getting old if this jerk was turning her on. She made a mental note to ask her best friend, Heidi, to set her up on a date. Any man would do—as long as it was not Rod.

She flexed her fingers and pushed against his shoulders. “Let go of me, you arrogant pig.” A lion, cougar, leopard—anything powerful—seemed a more apt description though.

Rod chuckled and loosened his hold. A fraction. Enough to insert his finger between them. It followed the line of fabric at her shoulder slowly, very slowly, across her chest. As he glided over her cleavage, he said, “But, my dear, you’re mistaken. It’s confidence I possess.”

“More like cockiness.” Even as she said it, Bella couldn’t take her gaze off his finger or steer her attention from the intense hunger  sweeping through her. She instinctively arched her back, lifting her breasts to silently beg for more.

“Either way, but I always get what I want, and in case you need me to spell it out”—he slid his finger up her throat to tilt her chin, forcing her to look at him—“I. Want. You.”

He uttered the words with such conviction, her breath hitched. No, stopped. She literally thought she might pass out. Swoon, like one of those Regency ladies she’d thought of a moment ago, only she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Feigning haughty sophistication was not in her repertoire, but there was a first time for everything. She raised a brow and allowed her gaze to wander his body as he’d done to her. The black tux cut a dashing figure, making her mouth water for a taste of what lay beneath. She imagined herself undoing each of the black buttons on his starched, white shirt. His bowtie was a little askew. She reached to straighten it, brushing against his neck. She heard his breathing deepen, sensed, rather than saw, the quickening of his jaw. She inwardly smiled and wiggled her toes in a victory dance, but those stupid, treacherous fingers battled back, wanting to still the muscle with a gentle caress. She balled her fists in reprimand, uncaring that her short nails dug into her palms.

When she reintroduced her eyes to his, she shot him what she hoped was a contemptuous glare. “Take your hand off me,” she said slowly and deliberately. She made a dramatic showing of enclosing her fingers, one at a time, around his wrist and tugged his finger away from her boobs.

Nothing happened. Well, almost nothing. He managed to do that trick when one eyebrow lifts higher than the other.

She sighed loudly and exceedingly unladylike. Then she pulled. Hard.

Finally, he broke contact by approximately six inches when twelve would have been much closer to the acceptable personal space limit. Too late to hide her puckered nipples, she still folded her arms across her chest and tapped her foot in perfect tempo with her index finger. “An apology would be appropriate at this time.”

“Ah, but then I’d have to, in fact, be sorry.”

He said that? Seriously? She just stood there, gaping. It would’ve been so nice to find the words, any words to speak, but nope. A boa constrictor squeezed her throat.

“What? No response? I assume that negates the possibility of you actually wanting an apology.”

Again, robbed of speech. She felt like a fool, but her mind remained as blank as the sky on a cloudy night. So much for feigning haughty sophistication.

“Um…” Jackpot! At last. Okay, it wasn’t a three-point goal in the final seconds of the game, but her voice hit a few decibels nevertheless.

Rod’s deep chuckle reverberated throughout the alcove as he captured both of her shoulders. He laughed at her. Worse, he was going to kiss her. She knew it. Right here, right now. In front of everyone. A complete stranger. Well, not completely, she knew his name at least. Knowing the first name made it all right, didn’t it?

Lord, what am I thinking? She did not go around kissing strangers. Hell, she didn’t go around kissing people she knew. What would her mama think? She’d die of shame, that’s what.

But heaven knew she wanted to taste those beautiful, full lips. She purely ached to run her fingers through his wavy, chestnut hair and slide her hands inside his coat to see if his abs were as hard as she imagined they would be. She closed her eyes and barely swallowed the lump stuck in her throat before licking her lips, preparing for the inevitable.


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20 Comments to “DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE Release Party”

  1. Chris Bails Says:

    Great excerpt, now what to find out what happens. You are a new author for me and would love to win and read this book. I love to read and always looking for new books and authors to check out.

  2. Casey Crow Says:

    Chris – Thanks so much for stopping by! I’m excited to “meet” you!

  3. Shannon Says:

    Congratulations on the release! This book looks really good and the excerpt was not enough. Must read more!

    bas1chsemail at gmail dot com

  4. jennifer mathis Says:

    WOW and WOW congrats on the release and what a great excerpt :)

  5. Casey Crow Says:

    Shannon – Check out the “Her works” section on my website and there is another ADULT excerpt for you.

    Jennifer – Thanks for popping in!

  6. carrie J Says:

    Awsome Casey congrats on the release and just that mini excerpt you had us read…. I can not wait to read it all and get totally into it! Love that back and forth between the character and can not wait to read more of it.

  7. Denise Z Says:

    Congratulations on the new release, it looks like a real treat of a read and looking I am looking forward to more. Thanks for the invite to the party to celebrate your joy!


  8. aunt thelma Says:

    Oh sounds like a wonderful book, I have put you on my to be read (tbr) pile. Will have to get the book. I just love new authors.

  9. Casey Crow Says:

    Carrie – Thanks so much. You made my day!

    Denise – So glad you stopped by.

    Thelma – Thanks. I love meeting new readers!

  10. eli yanti Says:

    congrats on the release :)

    wow.. ballerina, that is my child dream to be a ballerina =D

  11. Angie M Says:

    Congrats on your new release! I have both of your books in my TBR pile. Thanks for the giveaway!

  12. Chelsea Rafferty Says:

    *waves* I saw your post on Barbara Vey’s blog on FB and thought I’d come read :) I’m normally into paranormal and some historicals/highlander/viking type but I must say I’m intrigued with your characters :) Love the banter between the two, very genuine and I’m interested to see what happens between the two of them :) I also wanted to say that I LOVE the picture of you in the ballerina costume! That would make a great book cover :)
    Would love a chance to win this! :)

    swtlilangel4jc at yahoo dot com

    Thanks for the chance and I’ll be looking into this book :)

  13. Casey Crow Says:

    Eli – It’s never too late to dance!Since I don’t own a dance studio any more, I take an adult jazz class. It’s made up of former teachers, former competitors and even a couple of professional (a dancer with the Rockettes) so it’s not easy by any means, but I love it and it keeps me in shape. We even dance in the recital. Last year it was to “Vogue” and we got a standing ovation. Old ladies, apparently, still have it. :)

    Angie – Oh, wow. Thanks so much. You’ll have to let me know what you think.

    Chelsea – LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Barbara Vey. I just got to spend last weekend with her at Silken Sands. In case you haven’t heard, she’s the winner of the 2012 RWA Industry Service Award and well-deserved. Glad you found me! Please come back any time!

  14. Christine Says:

    Congrats on the release. Yay for us, new book to read! I don’t have any ballet skills, but I can bake.

  15. Casey Crow Says:

    Christine – Thanks so much! You have to tell me the secret to baking. I can cook, but I’m not the best baker :)

    EVERYONE – I’m having such a good time getting to know all you readers, I’ve decided to extend the party till March 24th, so I’ll be announcing the winner of the mini-MP3 players and book on Sunday.

  16. Toni Andrews Says:

    Excellent excerpt. I was a TERRIBLE ballet student but I learned enough to see how difficult it is to do well, and to greatly admire those who can make it beautiful. If I win the mp3 player, perhaps I will listen to some of the music from my favorite ballets!

  17. Tarah Scott Says:

    Great excerpt! I love cornbread and collard greens–and grits! Folks here in the north don’t know what grits are. ROFL I grew up in the south, so that fare is among my favorite.

  18. Shelley Bagby Says:

    I just finished reading Can’t Fake This. It was very good, I can’t wait to read this one too!

  19. Casey Crow Says:

    Toni – Thanks so much for stopping by. Campbell loves Tchaikovsky!

    Tarah – Love it. I think if I lived up North, I’d have to have my mama ship me a box of grits on a regular basis :)

    Shelley – Thanks! Glad you enjoyed Can’t Fake This. I just found out last week that is has been nominated for the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence. Hope you enjoy DWAM as much!

  20. Casey Crow Says:

    Congrats to the winner of an ebook copy of DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE – Tarah Scott!

    And to the winner of the mini MP3 player – Carrie J.!

    Thank you every one for participating in the release party. If you’d still like a copy of DWAM, please check out

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