Books with title Dance! Dance! Dance!

Dance, Dani, Dance! follows spunky Dani on one of her regular visits to the hospital. Thestory is simply written and illustrated with captivating colorful drawings to appeal to theread-to-me or beginner reader audiences. Dance, Dani, Dance! helps minimize the mystery andapprehension of visiting the doctor, which all children experience at some point during theirlife. The light tone and Dani's charisma make the book an upbeat read full of courage and hope.The book was written to raise funds for the author's two-year-old niece, who wasborn with a rare and lifelong blood disease. Proceeds of this book will benefit Daniela's Dream for aCure nonprofit organization. Dillon has created a reference page for parents at the end of the storythat specifically addresses Daniela's disease and nonprofit organization in greater detail so theycan choose how much to share with their child based on age and interest.

The hugely popular Sleepover Club series is back with a gorgeous new look. Meet Frankie, Kenny, Fliss, Rosie and Lyndz – five best friends who just want to have fun!When dancers from the British National Ballet come to Cuddington Primary to teach the pupils a few moves, it’s time to get grooving! But the Sleepover Club has a few moves of its own, particularly when their rivals, the M&Ms, start getting snotty! It all boils down to a competition – who will have the best dance routine for the end-of-term party? Will it be the M&Ms with their ballet pointe shoes, or the Sleepover Club with their funky dance routine? Only time will tell…As well as a great story this book has tips on how to have your own brilliant sleepover party for you and your friends. Pack up your sleepover kit and join the fun!

A beautifully refreshed and expanded special edition of the Sibert Honor–winning graphic memoir about the dreams and realities of becoming a ballerina.Ballerinas are young when they first dream of dance. Siena was six—and her dreams kept skipping and leaping, circling and spinning, from airy runs along a beach near her home in Puerto Rico, to dance classes at the School of American Ballet, to her debut performance on stage with the New York City Ballet while working with ballet legend George Balanchine. Part family history, part backstage drama, this beautifully updated graphic memoir—which features a refreshed design and a brand-new scrapbook of Siena’s mementoes—is an original, firsthand look a young dancer’s beginnings.

Is there something sinister about Madame Leona’s dance troupe?When Melanie Clark’s best friend, Pauline, dies in a car crash, the police write it off as an accident, but Melanie isn’t so sure. Pauline was acting strange in the weeks before she died, and Melanie believes Pauline’s dance teacher, Madame Leona, may have had something to do with that. In order to learn more about the mysterious hold Madame Leona has on her students, Melanie joins the teacher’s prestigious dance group. She’s determined to find out the truth behind Pauline’s death—no matter what it takes. But as she becomes more involved, Melanie starts to forget why she joined in the first place, falling deeper and deeper under Madame Leona’s spell. Can Melanie escape the woman’s magnetic grip, or has she lost herself forever?

Samantha and Allison have been friends since high school. Now nineteen, these college drop-outs visit a new nightclub where Samantha meets a gorgeous back-up dancer.She doesn't realize he's a jerk until it's too late.Life gradually worsens for Samantha, then tragedy hits her beloved best friend, sending Samantha on a vindictive, vengeful path. A path that could end in someone's death.But Samantha's no longer using her head. All she wants is to make The Dancer pay for his sins.One way or the other, one of them will pay.DANCER - a novellaThemes: NA, revenge, dark erotica, bondageExcerpt:My feet rooted to the floor, couldn't budge an inch. Couldn't stop staring at his eyes, emerald-green and cold as ice. Colder than even Caleb's icy stare.Emotionless. Soulless. Unnerving."Why are you standing there? There's dishes to be served. Stop wasting time," snapped Joe the restaurant manager. Legs apart, arms crossed, he stood in the center of the bustling kitchen.I exhaled, braced myself for what I had to do--serve a meal to The Dancer's table. It was either that or get fired, when I needed the money now more than ever.Christ almighty. Here we go.Within a large crimson area, scattered tables were draped in maroon and seated diners enjoyed pricey meals amidst the occasional flash and tinkling of silver.The Dancer got closer, flicked his smoldering gaze my way.He didn't recognize me. I could tell.Furious once I reached his table, I thrust the dish-filled tray in his face, stopping inches from his nose.How I wanted to break that perfect nose and slam my fist into his perfect mouth.