"Dancing with someone is an act of trust. Elegant and intimate; you're close enough to kiss, close enough to feel your partner's heartbeat. But for Vanessa, dance is deadly – and she must be very careful who she trusts . . .
Vanessa Adler attends an elite ballet school – the same one her older sister, Margaret, attended before she disappeared. Vanessa feels she can never live up to her sister's shining reputation. But Vanessa, with her glorious red hair and fair skin, has a kind of power when she dances – she loses herself in the music, breathes different air, and the world around her turns to flames . . .
Soon she attracts the attention of three men: gorgeous Zep, mysterious Justin, and the great, enigmatic choreographer Josef Zhalkovsky. When Josef asks Vanessa to dance the lead in the Firebird, she has little idea of the danger that lies ahead – and the burning forces about to be unleashed . . ."
Hah. Yes, I'm aware of how incredibly cheesy this blurb is. Honestly, it couldn't really be portrayed in any way other than cheesy. I picked it up because of the dance, but I was acutely (and slightly painfully) aware the whole time of the ridiculous cheese factor. You kind of had to suspend disbelief to get past it. Once you did, I was generally okay with the book. It wasn't great literature by any stretch of the imagination though. Idiotic romance, unbelievable plot, shallow developments... all it's really good for is getting some fluff between your ears and occupying some time. Maybe 3, 3.5 stars max. A resounding meh. Was an advance copy, so not in the libraries.