Luca Bishop made a rule: no dating until his daughter graduates high school. Period.Between running a growing auto body shop and solo-parenting, romance isn't just off the table-it's somewhere in the garage under a tarp.And with his schedule, it's time to hire a nanny. Enter his daughter's gorgeous new dance teacher, who's also their next-door-neighbor. The one who smells like cinnamon. Who makes his kid beam and who laughs like sunshine.The one who smells like cinnamon. Who makes his kid beam and who laughs like sunshine. And who already feels like his-if only she weren't leaving.Ballet didn't dump Olivia Maroo-it just stopped calling.At 33, Olivia knows pliés won't pay the bills forever, but she's not ready to hang up her pointe shoes just yet. So she returns to her hometown for the fall-where the maple syrup flows, the apple pie pancake breakfasts are elite, and the existential dread is pumpkin spice-flavored. She just needs a few months to train for auditions, regroup, and totally not fall apart.In exchange for studio space, she agrees to teach at the local dance studio. It's temporary. Chill. F she accidentally volunteers to nanny for her most adorably chaotic student-who just so happens to live next door with her extremely hot, extremely off-limits single dad.It has to be temporary.But with cozy movie nights, cider-fueled slow dances, and a life she's already half in love with, she's not prepared for the kind of fall that changes everything.Featuring: Single dad x nannyNo third act breakupHe falls firstHurt/ComfortMutual piningNeighors-to-loversSpicy scenes! Falling at the Barre is a cozy, spicy, small-town romance that can be read as a standalone. HEA guaranteed, no cheating, no third act breakup, and no cheating!

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