Ballerina Dad

by Amy Aislin


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Attending his daughter’s holiday dance recital should be easy for pro hockey player Patrick Barnes. Showing up in a tutu, however, wasn’t exactly part of the plan. And yet the holidays get even more interesting when he bumps into Lee, the man he let get away years ago.

Ballet instructor Lee can’t believe who just walked into his studio. He also can’t believe how quickly the flare of attraction between he and Patrick resurfaces, despite the years that have gone by since they last spoke.

Once upon a time, they let opportunities get away. Is it possible they’ll now have the chance to pursue the spark that has come back to life after just one conversation?

Holidays are a time for giving, and neither Patrick nor Lee are about to take this particular gift for granted.

Ballerina Dad

Book Info

Author: Amy Aislin

Release Date: December 11, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-947904-57-6

Format: ePub, Mobi

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Category: Romance

Genre: Contemporary

Theme: Seasonal

Word Count: 15700

Pages: 52

Sex Content: Explicit

Pairing: MM

Orientation: Bisexual, Gay

Identity: Cisgender


Ballerina Dad
Amy Aislin © 2017
All Rights Reserved

“Are we there yet?”

“Not yet, baby girl.”

Patrick glanced at his four-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Jordan, in the rearview mirror. Strapped into her booster seat, she clutched her well-loved stuffed bunny. Mr. Mutsy had been drooled on, vomited on, spat up on, and when Jordan was two, drawn on with a purple Sharpie. It was tattered and faintly smelly, yet she still refused to go anywhere without it.

She sang a song under her breath that sounded vaguely like “bee-boop-bee-bee-bah-boop-bo!” Her lyrics needed work, but he had to give the kid credit: she could lay down a sick beat.

“Daddy, now are we there yet?”

We’re about thirty seconds away from the last time you asked. In Jordan’s defense, she was excited because it was Parents’ Day at her ballet class.

“Five more minutes,” he said, exiting the highway. The wipers worked against the windshield, swishing away the wet snow falling from the slate-grey sky. Nine days until Christmas and it still wasn’t cold enough to snow properly in this bustling suburb of Toronto.

Parents’ Day was actually Moms’ Day at the ballet studio, but his ex-wife, Jordan’s mom, had been called away on a last-minute business trip, leaving Patrick as the sole parent to Jordan for the weekend. Jordan had been so excited to have him come to her ballet studio for the first time that he couldn’t say no, even though he was dead sure that he was about to have his non-ballet-dancing ass handed to him by a bunch of tiny four- and five-year-old girls in shiny pink tutus.

It was just his bad luck that his team skate today was optional.

They were a few blocks away from the studio when Jordan said, “Daddy, Ash said we can record and take pictures. Did you remember to bring the video camera?”

Ash was Ashley, Jordan’s ballet instructor. “I have it, honey.”

Said video camera sat ominously on the passenger seat next to him. Maybe the batteries were dead. Or the room would be too dark and the recording wouldn’t come out clearly. He could always “accidentally” drop it in a puddle.

“Good, ’cause I want Mommy to see our dance when she gets home. You’re gonna be one of the only boys, Daddy. Are you nervous?”

Nervous? He was a pro hockey player. A veteran pro hockey player. He didn’t get nervous. What he was was oh-my-God-if-word-of-this-gets-out-to-my-teammates-I’ll-never-live-it-down anxious. His nickname would go from Pattycakes to Pirouetting Patrick or Ballerina Barnes.

“No, I’m not nervous,” he replied, pulling into the studio’s parking lot. Jordan had unhooked herself from her booster seat and was out the door almost before he turned off the engine. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Patrick opened his door and stuck his head out to find Jordan already a row over, Mr. Mutsy tucked into her purple backpack, and a small gift bag clutched in her right hand—Ashley’s Christmas present. “Where do you think you’re going in such a hurry?”

Jordan huffed impatiently and dragged her booted feet as she made her way back to him. She was adorable in her white tights and purple winter jacket. The hem of her pink tutu peeked out from beneath her jacket. Her brown curls were piled atop her head in a sloppy, lopsided bun she’d insisted on doing herself. The mix of rain and snow had slowed, yet occasional drops still landed on her head and shoulders.

“Wait for me, please.” Getting out of this car may have been the last thing he wanted to do, but his kid was the most important thing in the world to him. She was the only one he’d brave this day for.

“Come on, Daddy.” Exasperated, Jordan grabbed his hand and pulled. “We’re gonna be late.” Actually, they were about ten minutes early. “We still have to put the sparkly glitter makeup on.” We? That puddle was looking more and more likely.

“I’m coming. I’m coming.” Patrick exited the car and pocketed his keys. As he straightened, the fluffy, bright-pink and purple tutu around his waist snagged against the seat belt.

“Daddy!” Jordan fixed the tutu so that the giant fuchsia bow was once again centred in front.

“Am I presentable now?”

“Yup.” Jordan nodded in satisfaction, grabbed his hand again, and started for the studio’s front doors. “Let’s go.”

They were halfway across the parking lot when Jordan gasped and stopped short, almost causing him to run her over.

“Daddy, the camera! You forgot it. We have to show Mommy and all your hockey friends our dance.”

Forget the puddle. It was going into the lake.

2 reviews for Ballerina Dad

  1. Rated 4 out of 5


    A cute and sweet short story about second chances at love. Well written with playful teasing banter, lots of laughs and sexy moments.
    Is it coincidence or fate that bring Patrick and Lee back together? Best friends in high school, but never single at the same time, they never had the chance to give their relationship a go. But now, they meet again when Patrick’s daughter, Jordan, has a parent-daughter dance at the local ballet school. Jordan’s favorite teacher is not other than Lee.
    It is a lovely story with kind of and kind of not instalove, as they know each other for years. Patrick is such a wonderful dad. He even wears a tutu and glitter on his face for his daughter. Jordan is quite the firecracker. I loved how the guys reconnect and talk about the consequences of coming out in public. No angst or drama, but just facing the facts with mutual understanding.
    If you like to read a short and sweet Christmas story, I can recommend Ballerina Dad.

  2. Rated 5 out of 5

    diverse reader

    I’m just going to say it…I love a hockey romance! As soon as I saw there was a hockey player in this book, I knew I wanted to read it!

    This is a short Christmas book about finding the one that got away! What happens when you meet the right guy for you and the timing is always off? For Patrick and Lee they met in high school, Pat is openly bisexual and Lee is openly gay and the attraction is immediate. These two are never single at the same time and eventually Lee moves away to follow his ballet dreams. A chance encounter 10 years later and the spark is still there and this time…they’re both single. These two aren’t missing out on the serendipitous opportunity.

    I love that we get a glimpse of the past, but mostly stay in the present with Pat and Lee. I was swept away with the rightness of these two. Some people don’t believe in love at first sight or when an author has a couple move too quickly. Here, this relationship just felt natural, I loved this story.

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