Friday, January 27, 2012


Happy Valentine’s Day! To celebrate this romantic holiday (I forsee a box of See’s Chocolates in my future…fingers crossed) I’m participating in the Valentine Blog Hop from February 1st-February 14th where readers are invited to jump around the web, enter contests to win cool prizes, and be introduced to new books and authors.

I’ll be giving away three prizes of a print copy of either TANGO’S EDGE or BORDER CROSSINGS, and a jewelry piece from Beautiful Evening Beads.

How to enter: Read the Excerpt from TANGO’S EDGE below and answer this question: What is the name of the music selection Kerry and Mikhail dance to? E-mail your answer to under the subject line of: CONTEST ENTRY.



Park City, Utah

The applause startled her in the dark arena.
It erupted into the silence after she landed the double axel, just as her blade’s outside edge bit into the ice with an audible scrape. Kerry Niles looked over toward the boards and saw the dark shape of someone watching her. Someone tall and male.
Her brow furrowed in annoyance. Adam, of course. What was he doing here so early? Hadn't last night's argument sunk in at all? She'd made it clear how important this early morning practice time was to her. How she purposely set her alarm at four o'clock so she could get onto the rink before it began filling up with other skaters and coaches.
“Is it six already?” she called out, knowing it wasn't. Her blood began to boil as she skated toward him. After last night's heated exchange, how dare he get here early? But as her eyes sharpened on the figure, she realized it wasn't Adam at all. Instead of dark brown hair, she saw the flaxen color, and knew it could only be one person.
Her heart skipped a beat as her blades dug into the ice, bringing her to an abrupt stop a few feet away from the boards. Somehow, she managed to find her voice. "Oh! I thought you were my partner. ”
The man didn't speak but just watched her. Mikhail Kozlof, the male half of the Soviet ice dance team of Boiko and Kozlof, stood at the entrance to the ice. Like her, he was dressed completely in black, from his cotton turtleneck sweater to his skates.
Last night during the compulsory dance competition, he'd been wearing white. Kerry's cheeks warmed at the memory of the moment he'd caught her staring at him in the warm-up area. But there had been no way in the world she could've dragged her gaze away from the arresting sight he made as he meditated before taking the ice with Elena.
Eyes closed, he'd crouched near a wall, his back straight, arms spread-eagled at his sides. On another man, his sleek white skating costume might have seemed less than masculine with one arm encased in filmy white gauze and the other bare and off the shoulder. But as he squatted, motionless, in perfect balance, the sinewy biceps of his bare arm flexed, and Kerry had caught her breath at his magnificence.
She wasn't sure how many seconds she'd stood there admiring him before he startled her by genuflecting, and then opening his eyes. Perhaps sensing her gaze, he’d looked straight at her. She'd been mortified, her face growing hot with embarrassment. But still she couldn't look away from him. Then he'd done something that had totally blown her away. He'd smiled. A warm, knowing smile that had sent the blood rushing through her body.
Now, here she was staring at him again. Her cheeks were hot, her heart bumping. She was twenty-eight years old―ancient, almost, by amateur skating standards. But she hadn't felt this young and tongue-tied since she’d fallen in love with Adam at the naive age of fifteen.
The Russian gazed at her with penetrating blue eyes. His cheekbones were high, his nose straight and Germanic. His golden hair was layered expertly away from his face, a bit longer in back. Under his right cheekbone, a faded scar traveled from below his eye almost to his ear. Incredibly, it didn't detract from his good looks, but rather, added character to a face that was almost too classically beautiful.
How had he gotten that scar?
With a start, Kerry realized he was speaking.
“You skate like singles skater,” he said in precise, heavily accented English. “Layback and double axel. ”
She nodded and somehow found her voice. “I switched to dance when I was fifteen.”
A smile flickered about his lips. “You are good at both, yes?”
Kerry shrugged, her fingers worrying at the chiffon hem of her skirt. “Not really. That double axel I landed was a fluke. ”
He cocked his head, one brow arched. “This fluke. This is new word for me, but I think is not good. ”
Catching the irony lacing his voice, she grinned. “It means I don't land it that way usually. Hardly ever, actually. ” There. That sounded like the old self-assured Kerry.
Mikhail nodded. “Will you skate with me? ”
Her heart jumped, and just like that, her momentary self-assurance drained away. Before she could reply, he went on, “I have been watching you all week, and I… ” He shook his head, struggling with the language. “I don't know right way to say what is…in here. ” He tapped a finger against his forehead. “You move lovely. And..” He lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “I wish to skate with you. ”
Kerry wanted more than anything to skate with him. Had wanted it since that first morning two weeks ago when she'd seen him here practicing with Elena. But it was crazy! She didn't know his routines. It was insane to think she could simply get on the ice with a complete stranger and move in sync with him.
Mikhail murmured, “I will be right back.”
He turned and disappeared through the double doors. Kerry stood there, dumbfounded. He was gone only a moment. As he clomped toward her on his skate guards, music began to play from the PA system, and Kerry recognized the selection that all the ice dancers had performed to in the preliminary set pattern dances—the Tango Romantica. Mikhail took off his skate guards and stepped onto the ice. Smiling, he held out his hand. She found her eyes locked on it. His fingers were long, his nails short. A silver ring glinted on his pinkie.
Her heart tripped into overdrive. Somehow, without realizing exactly who touched whom first, she found her hand in his. But when he placed his other hand on her waist and began to guide her away from the boards, she stiffened at the penetrating heat of his touch.
No…I don't…I can't… But the words were spoken only in her mind. She tried to relax and follow his movements, but immediately, her foot tangled with his, and she stumbled to the ice. The cold surface burned into her buttocks, and then her palms as she pushed against the ice to get to her feet. Heat rushed to her face as Mikhail grabbed her arm and pulled her up. How humiliating! Making a fool of herself in front of the best ice dancer she'd ever seen. But his ocean blue eyes were warm as he steadied her with his hands on her upper arms.
“You know this dance. You have done so hundreds of times with partner,” he said gently. “Just relax and let yourself feel music. ” The warmth of his hand was once again at her waist. “Ready? ”
Kerry nodded. He smiled and began to move. She was reminded of last evening when she'd watched him dance with Elena during the competition; she'd fantasized about being in her place. And here she was.
As she relaxed in Mikhail's arms, she realized the routine they were doing was a basic set-pattern dance they'd all done in competition. She knew every step of it, and her mind automatically clicked into the mantra she used during competition. The tighter the curve, the deeper the edge. Yet, she was exquisitely aware it wasn't Adam at her side, holding her in his arms so confidently. Mikhail's scent washed over her, a mysterious combination of sandalwood and Eastern spices. This dance, sexual by nature, had never felt so passionate with Adam.
By the second time around the rink, Kerry was dancing with Mikhail as if they'd been doing it forever. Their edges were clean and sharp, their leans elegant. Mohawks, Choctaws, three-turns. Every move they made was fluid, perfect. She found herself praying the music would never end; that she could hold onto this moment forever. She was dancing with a stranger―a foreigner, yet, she felt a sense of security and belonging like she'd never found anywhere before. Not since her childhood in Utah with her father and grandparents.
But the music did end. Slowly, in the middle of the rink, Mikhail drew her to a stop. They stood, facing each other, hands entwined. The angles and planes of his face were shadowed in the dim light, but she felt the intensity of his gaze. An unbearable tension crackled between them, and Kerry knew the heat enveloping her had little to do with the exercise.
For a crazy moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. Crazier still, she wanted him to. She knew nothing about this man from the former Soviet Union. Nothing except he was an artist on the ice, and the partner of Russia’s new hope for a gold medal, Elena Boiko.
But for the moment, it didn't matter. He was a man, and there was no denying the electricity sizzling between them. And at this moment, she wanted to be kissed by Mikhail Kozlof more than she wanted an Olympic medal.
His eyes, so stark, so earnest, scanned her face, moving over her brows, her cheekbones, and finally, settling on her lips. He leaned toward her, and Kerry lifted her face, offering her mouth.
But he didn't take it. Instead, his hands slid up her arms and tightened on her shoulders. He spoke in a husky undertone, “Kerry Niles, I need your help. Please…”
He took a deep breath, released it and said the words that would change her life forever. “I must defect from my country, and I need your help to do it.”

TANGO’S EDGE available at

Tuesday, January 10, 2012


Hi, everyone. I've just reissued my very first published novel, BORDER CROSSINGS, a double-RITA finalist in 2000. Available at and at Amazon Kindle.

Check out the book trailer!

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Carole Bellacera's January 2012 Newsletter

Dear Friends & Fans:

Happy 2012!!!! Wow! Has this year just sped by or what? I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday season. We just got back from a fantastic trip to Charleston over Christmas, spending several fun days with our grandsons, Luke and Zealand. At 3 and almost 2, they were a delight to watch open their presents. Zealand, the two-year-old, was awake before Luke, and he walked out into the living room, over to his new tricycle, climbed on it and said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” So cute! Luke came out a little while later, and still half-asleep, looked at his new Spiderman bike and rubbed his eyes like he couldn’t believe it. But Luke’s favorite gift was his Play Mobile hospital; he spent hours at the kitchen table playing with it. I’ve never seen a kid so interested in doctors, ambulances and hospitals. (Could that be a sign of a future doctor in the family?)

My favorite gift—spending time with the family. Age and wisdom teaches you that that’s the ultimate gift, and if you have that, you don’t really need anything else. We were blessed with beautiful weather in Charleston, and spent Christmas Eve walking around the historic city. On the day after Christmas, we drove an hour southeast of Charleston to Edisto Beach and spent a couple of days there. I wanted to take the boys to the beach where you can find huge conch shells (that can only be taken from the state park by children) but it didn’t work out the way I planned. Still, the boys found some good shells anyway, even a perfect sand dollar which Luke promptly stepped on when I put it down on the sand to take a picture. It broke in three pieces. Easy come, easy go.

Good news to share! I entered my jeweled Christmas trees (inspired by my Aunt Jan’s talent) in the Washington Post Christmas Craft Contest, and they won third place. You can see the article at this link:

More good news—I’m reissuing my first novel, BORDER CROSSINGS, in print this month. Should be available any day now. I’ll let you know when I get the word.

Oh, and this month you can get a special price on the Kindle edition of TANGO’S EDGE for only .99 cents.

Be sure and stop by my website to enter this month’s contest for a free autographed copy of TANGO’S EDGE or BORDER CROSSINGS and free jewelry from Beautiful Evening Beads.

So, have you made any resolutions for the New Year? I’m not one to make a long list of resolutions. But I do have one. To live in the present. And I hope, by doing that, I can stop all my worrying which has gotten out of control lately. (Well, what do you expect? Just got a text message from my son who’s in Canada saying he’d just finished his first flight lesson in snow and 25 kts. winds. I don’t know what “kts” means, but it doesn’t sound good.) Oh, and an update about my depression issues. I bought one of those sunlight simulators, and have been trying it out. Unfortunately, it makes me light-headed…or that could be the sinus infection I’ve been battling for two weeks. Anyway, I’ll let you know if the light works. (And I did see a doctor who, of course, recommended drug therapy. Not a fan, but I’m thinking about giving it a try.)

With that, I’ll leave you with wishes for a great January!