Wow, as soon as I read the blurb for this book I knew that I wanted to read it. So, I was really excited to get an ARC to review for Xtreme-Delusions. I’ve read this author’s work before and her On the Ice is one of my favorite reads for this year.

The Heights is a hard one for me to review. I’m not a fan of cliffhangers and I’m not even sure if The Heights qualifies as one but it kind of felt like it to me. So, I felt like I had to ding it one star even though I really loved the book. While the book provided a fairly satisfying HFN for Quinn and Nat, it also left a lot of questions unanswered.

We know from the blurb that the book is about a kidnapped child (Quinn) discovered 20 years later but the story is about so much more. There is definitely a romance story here but there are also very complex elements about Quinn’s birth parents, Nat’s problems that are rooted in his father’s death and the mystery surrounding the circumstances of Quinn’s kidnapping.

Many different things are hinted at in the story – something unusual about Quinn’s Social Security Number and how he got from Oregon and ended being adopted New York. Towards the end we get another thread left hanging about Quinn’s birth brother’s friend and there are probably more things that I’ve left out.

I’m praying that Amy Aislin will answer some of these things in the next book or books. I don’t know anything about what is planned for upcoming stories. I really do want to read more of this series but I hope that there isn’t too much time between books. I read so much that I will have a difficult time remembering the details of this one if there is too big of a gap and I just don’t have time to re-read books no matter how much I liked them.

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“Have you ever considered taking dance lessons?” he asked, head tilted, admiring the way Nat’s tapered torso led to long legs. “You’ve got the body for it.”From his position on the floor, Nat grinned at him, eyes full of mirth. “Who says I don’t know how to dance?”

Wait. Back up. Guys who could dance turned Quinn on like nothing else. Everything in Quinn went silent as he tried to parse out what Nat wasn’t saying.

He squinted at Nat. “You’re lying. You don’t dance.”

“I don’t dance like you,” Nat confirmed. “But I took lessons until high school. I know enough to get by in a dance club.”

“Prove it.”

Nat snorted. “No.” He sat up and gathered their debris, putting away his groceries and rolling the used paper towel into a ball to throw away.

“I won’t believe you if you don’t show me.”

He stood and hooked the grocery bag over his shoulder. “That’s fine. Either you believe me or not. I don’t have anything to prove.”

Wow. Someone who didn’t rise to the bait when provoked. It was extremely mature. Coming from the world of competition like Quinn did, where everybody had something to prove, it was also oddly refreshing.

Quinn stood and held out a hand. Nerves made a home in his belly. “Dance with me because you want to?” Please. Please want to. “It’ll be fun.”

Coincidentally—or maybe fatefully—the song changed to 112’s “Dance With Me.”

Nat shook his head and blew out a breathy laugh, probably at the absurdity of it all. Because really, what were the chances?

“One dance,” Nat said, dropping his bag to the floor. Placing his palm in Quinn’s, he pulled Quinn into his arms. Quinn’s breath escaped him in a whoosh.

One dance was more than Quinn thought he’d ever get with Nat. He’d take it.

For a second, Quinn forgot who he was dancing with as his body found the rhythm of the music, hips rolling to the beat. The music flowed over him, transporting him somewhere else, the lyrics causing heat to flow through his veins until he forgot about everything else as the world fell away.

Nat bumped up against him, knees bent, bringing their groins together. It shocked Quinn into opening eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed. Nat’s hand was at Quinn’s lower back, keeping him close. The grind of their hips made it impossible for Quinn to breathe and impossible for him to hide how hard he was. His skin was heating up, and he was already breathing hard.

Nat held nothing back. His hand strayed to Quinn’s ass. His breath was hot against the skin of Quinn’s neck. His other hand trailed down Quinn’s back, down his ass to squeeze Quinn’s thigh and bring Quinn’s leg up and around his hips.

Fuck yes.

Their hard cocks bumped. Quinn’s head fell back and he whimpered, the sound swallowed by the music. Nat’s eyes were hot on Quinn’s lips. Electricity shot through him everywhere their bodies connected.

Damn, Nat could move. It was sexy as sin. Dancing with him was like dancing with sex itself.

Quinn tightened his leg around Nat’s hips. Nat swallowed hard. Burying one hand in Nat’s thick hair, Quinn stood on his tippy toes and pressed them together, groin to chest. His other hand snaked up Nat’s T-shirt, and he pressed his palm against the sweaty skin of Nat’s back.

They danced like no one was watching. Like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Quinn needed to come so bad he briefly considered rubbing himself against Nat until he came all over himself. He was so hot, so turned on, he was in danger of exploding out of his skin.