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5 ShinyStars! DANCE AWAY WITH ME by Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Dance Away with Me by Susan Elizabeth Phillips


Dance Away With Me by Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Eileen's Thoughts

Susan Elizabeth Phillips once again wrote an amazing, intriguing, and emotional journey in Dance Away With Me. Ms. Phillips has us grieving with her characters, running away to start a new life, and dealing with fear, avoidance, and love. Her characters, Tess and Ian, have their own troubles, secrets, and battles to fight but come together to raise a helpless infant left in their care, answer the questions asked by curious teens, and turn around a town suspicious of outsiders. In the area surrounding the small town high in the Tennessee mountains not only live survivalists and off-the-grid types, but a nature at its best, offering solace, peace, and healing to Tess and Ian; offering a solution for their future.

This amazing, emotional, and entertaining story with interesting characters that you want to know and hang out with draws you in and does not let go until you turn the last page.  Susan Elizabeth Phillips displayed what she does best, writing a story that enfolds the reader with humor and a wonderful story line while taking the reader on a journey, or maybe an escape. I genuinely enjoyed reading Dance Away With Me and highly recommend this book to other readers.


Sue thoughts

Tess Hartsong is a thirty-five year old widow.  It’s been almost two years since she lost her husband, Travis but she still can’t seem to get on with her life.  Tess decides to move to Tempest, Tennessee on Runaway Mountain to get away from everything and try to heal.  Living in a run down cabin on the mountain in the middle of no where, Tess is trying.  While dancing outside in the cold in her pjs in the middle of the night, she is interrupted by a big, burly, mountain of a man.  Turns out he is Ian Hamilton North IV, the renowned artist.  Ian’s “wife” quickly shows up too.  Turns out she is Bianca Jensen, a former model and she is about eight months pregnant.  Bianca quickly attaches herself to Tess.  When Bianca goes into premature labor, they summon Tess, who is an experienced midwife.  When things don’t exactly as planned, Tess finds herself with a new job, taking care of newborn baby girl, Wren.

As Tess and Ian spend more time together,  she starts to realize that he is not the monster that she first thought him to be and she realizes that he has many demons from his past.  Can these two emotionally broken individuals find a common ground because of a baby?  Just when it looks like Ian and Tess may have found a new happiness, their worlds come crashing down around them.  It will take a lot of soul searching on both of their parts to get past their internal demons so they can find their happy ever after, but they both eventually do it.

I really enjoyed Dance Away With Me by Susan Elizabeth Phillips.  The beginning was a little confusing, but once I got into the story I couldn’t put it down.  I really loved Tess.  She was stuck in her life because the loss of her husband, but she did really try.  I also really loved how Tess and Ian both just got each other.  It was fun watching them go from acquaintances to something more.  Overall, another great story from Susan Elizabeth Phillips.


Dance Away with Me by Susan Elizabeth Phillips

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Ian Hamilton North, IV, was having a bad day. A particularly bad day in what had been a series of bad days. Bad weeks. Who the hell was he kidding? Nothing had been right for months.

He’d bought a place in Tempest, Tennessee, because of its isolation.

The town was too small to disturb the region’s natural beauty: the hills and mountains that looked as though they’d been drizzled in watercolors, the wispy morning mists, extravagant sunsets, and clean air. Unfortunately, there were also people. Some came from families that had lived here for generations, but retirees, artisans, homesteaders, and survivalists had also settled in the mountains. He intended to have minimal contact with all of them, and he’d only come into town on the slim chance that the Dollar General might have the English muffins Bianca craved. The muffins had been missing from the order he paid a fortune to have delivered every week from the closest decent grocery store twenty miles away. But English muffins were too exotic for the Dollar General, and he was in no mood to make the drive to get them.

As he reached his car, he stopped.

The Dancing Dervish.

She was gazing into the window of the Broken Chimney, the town’s so-called coffee shop, a place that also sold ice cream, books, cigarettes, and who knew what else? It was odd. Despite how furious he’d been, he’d noticed the complete absence of joy in Tess Hartsong’s dancing. Her fierce, percussive movements had been tribal, more combat than art. But now she stood still, suspended in a dapple of sunlight, and that quickly, he wanted to paint her.

He could see it. An explosion of color in every brush stroke, every press of the nozzle. Cobalt blue in that fierce gypsy hair, with a touch of viridian green near the temples. Cadmium red brushing her olive skin at the cheekbones, a dab of chrome yellow at their highest point. A streak of ochre shadowing that long nose. Everything in a full palette of colors. And her eyes. The color of ripe August plums. How could he capture the darkness there?

How could he capture anything these days? He was trapped. Imprisoned in his youthful reputation as surely as if he’d been fossilized in amber. He had to get rid of her. And quickly. Before she caught Bianca’s attention more than she already had.

He set off toward the coffee house.


Tess knew he was close even before she saw him. It was a stir in the air. A scent. A vibration. And then the surly growl she remembered. “Bianca told me I was incredibly rude this morning.”

“She had to tell you this?”

Tess had been studying the sign in the window of the Broken Chimney when he approached. Close up, he was even more formidable—the opposite of the whippet-thin, garret-living, stereotype of an artist sporting a scraggly goatee, nicotine-stained fingers, and deep-socketed eyes. His shoulders were broad, his jaw rock solid. A long scar ran down the side of his neck, and the small holes in his ear lobes suggested they’d once held earrings. Probably a skull and crossbones. He was an outlaw, the grownup version of the teenage punk who’d holstered a spray paint can instead of a handgun—the young thug who’d spent years in and out of jail for trespassing and felony vandalism. Despite worn jeans and a flannel shirt, this was a man at the top of his game and accustomed to everyone kowtowing to him. Yes, she was intimidated, both by the man himself and by his fame. No, she wouldn’t let him see that.

“I tend to be self-absorbed…” he said, stating the obvious. “…except as it affects Bianca.” His words had slowed so that each one carried extra weight.

“Really?” This was so none of her business, but from the moment he’d stormed into her yard, he’d raised her hackles. Or maybe she was simply enjoying the freedom of someone glaring at her instead of regarding her with pity. “Dragging a pregnant woman away from her home to a town that doesn’t even have a doctor?”

His ego was too big to be put on the defensive, and he brushed that aside. “She’s not due for another two months, and she’ll have the best care. What she needs most right now is rest and quiet.” His eyes, the unfriendly gray of a winter sky just before a snowstorm, met hers. “I know she invited you to the house, but I’m withdrawing the invitation.”

Instead of backing away as any normal person would, she pressed. “Why is that?”

“I told you. She needs rest.”

“These days healthy pregnant women are advised to stay active. Isn’t that what her doctor recommended?”

His slight hesitation might have been imperceptible to someone who hadn’t been trained to observe, but not to her. “Bianca’s doctor wants the best for her, and I’m making sure she gets it.” With a curt nod, he walked away, his strong musculature and purposeful stride giving him the look of a man who’d been designed by God to weld girders or pump petroleum instead of creating some of the twenty-first century’s most memorable street art.

Bianca had said he was “overprotective,” but this seemed more like smothering. Something felt wrong between these two.

A muddy pickup sped past blowing exhaust. Tess had come to town for doughnuts, not to become enmeshed in other peoples’ lives, and she returned her attention to the sign in the window.

Help Wanted

She was a midwife. Any day now, her anger, her despair, would fade into resignation. It had to. And as soon as that happened, she’d be ready to look for work in her field. She’d find a job that would let her recapture the satisfaction of helping vulnerable mothers give birth.

Help wanted.

She didn’t need to go back to work yet, so why was she staring at the sign as if her whole messy world had been reduced to this backwater coffee shop?

Because she was scared. The solitude on Runaway Mountain that she’d thought would give her new life wasn’t working out. It had become too tempting to stay in bed. To eat doughnuts and dance in the rain. Last week, she’d gone four days before she’d remembered to take a shower.

The bitter swell of self-disgust ballooning inside her forced her through the door. She could either ask about the job, or—a better idea—she could buy a doughnut and leave.

But Tess Hartsong doesn’t leave. Instead, she takes her first step into a challenging new life. A life that will force her to deal with a fairy-tale sprite who has too many secrets, a helpless infant, a passel of curious teens, a family of survivalists, and a town suspicious of outsiders, especially one as headstrong as Tess. Then there’s the biggest challenge of all, Ian Hamilton North, IV. Like Tess, he’s come to Runaway Mountain to escape.

Good luck with that.








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About Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Susan Elizabeth Phillips is a #1 New York Times, Publisher’s Weekly, and USA Today bestselling author, the creator of the sports romance and has been called the “Queen of Romantic Comedy”. Known for her contemporary romance novels, Susan’s books include the Chicago Stars series, the Wynette, Texas series, and multiple stand-alone books. She has published more than twenty books including It had to be You, First Star I See Tonight, and Dance Away with Me. Her novels have been published in more than 30 languages and appear on bestseller lists worldwide. Visit Susan’s website at

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