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Books By V.R. Vesper
Word Count: 72000
Character Identities: Lesbian
Summary: Ballet was my life. I alienated myself for it. I broke my body for it. I rose, I fell, I rose again. Three years carrying a struggling neoclassical company on a body that should have retired me at eighteen. I had become the dancer nobody wanted to follow. Then the company announced Carmen. The ballet of the season, and the role every dancer wanted. The cigarette girl, the seductress, the woman who chooses death over surrender. She was going to be mine. The part that would finally get me out, into the career I had bled twenty years for. Then she arrived from Russia. Perfectly trained. Beautiful enough that I should have known better. I didn't. She conquered the room. She danced like she was on fire. Not better than me—different. Different enough that I noticed. We measured each other across the studio. She moved like nothing in the room could touch her. I moved like the floor was mine and she was trespassing. When she danced angry, she danced better. When she danced better, I went to a place she couldn't follow. Then she smiled. She kissed me. We danced together and the room held its breath. I forgot what she was coming for. I stopped watching her like a threat. She wanted my role. I gave her too much. Somewhere between the studio and her bed, we stopped pretending we weren't destroying each other. Something broke. I still don't know which of us broke it first. By the morning of opening night, I had crossed a line I could not walk back from. Only one of us was dancing Carmen. The decision was mine to make. I made it. I'm Carmen. Don't ever call me anything else. A sapphic psychological thriller about ambition, obsession, and the violence of two women trained their whole lives to never be the first to stop. Enemies to Lovers / Sapphic Obsession / Morally Grey FMC / Unreliable Narrator / Ballet World / Forced Proximity / Ambiguous Ending (yes, really) / First Person POV
Word Count: 77000
Character Identities: Questioning
Summary: Obsessive Love / Cat and Mouse / Mind Games / Who's Really the Stalker? / Sapphic Awakening / Morally Grey FMC / Snarky Narrator (obviously) / Tease and Denial / First Person POV Hi. My name is Lisa Salt. I'm a college freshman with exactly one friend, most days. I was chasing my mother's dream of going into medicine, maintaining the empty social life she always envisioned for me. It was a calm, irrelevant existence, and I miss every second of it. Because when Sofia Rossi looked at me, my world fractured. It was just a look. One look from the most untouchable girl on campus, and I lost every boundary I had. In all fairness, most of this is probably my fault—but I barely tried to stalk her. I might have misread some signals when I ended up inside her house without her knowing. It was a matter of not being very experienced in dealing with… what’s it called? Ah, yeah. Other people. I’ve contracted a rather pathological obsession that I'm not entirely sure is legal. And somewhere along the way, I stopped being the only one having it. Have you ever craved someone so much you'd do anything to see her every day? Ever been so intoxicated by her that you'd sacrifice your own sanity? I did. And I don’t intend to stop.
