Publisher's Synopsis
After my scumbag of a boyfriend cheats on me, my plan is simple.1. Run away to college.2. Find a remedy for this heartache because it's not found in ice-cream, contrary to popular belief.The plan is perfect.Until a conversation with my crazy roommate, that starts with staying fit and ends with a search for healthy penises, results in me accidentally enrolling us in a kizomba dance class because of the aforementioned quest.#InsertSwearWordHere#SwearingHelpsOur dance instructor, Remi, turns out to be a condescending jerk, who enjoys making me squirm under his smoking, amber gaze. When he starts calling me "darling" in that low, husky voice, my dreams turn a little dirty.#HeartEyesEmojiBut just when I think things are getting better, I find out that sexy Remi has his own secrets...#NotPartofThePlanRevised plan:1. Avoid the enigmatic dance instructor.2. Repeat step one over, and over, and over again.This should be easy, right?
