About

Dancing with Spies @Goddess isn’t here to follow the usual rules. It’s the kind of story that unfolds slowly, like an old song you haven’t heard in years—but still know by heart. What starts in silence returns in rhythm, and suddenly, you’re not just reading. You’re remembering.

This novel grew from memories—some painful, some playful, all pulsing with life. It moves between Greenwich Village and Havana, but the real journey is inside its characters. William isn’t chasing fame or justice. He’s looking for something he lost a long time ago. And Olga? She knows. She’s always known.

It’s a slow unraveling. A soft rewind. A reminder that some people never really leave us. That some endings still dance beside us. We created this story for those who want more than plot. For readers who understand that tension doesn’t need gunfire—it needs eye contact. A moment. A memory.

We’re not here to shout. We’re here to whisper something you’ll carry long after the page ends. Because when the lights dim and the floor clears, one truth remains—some dances never truly finish. Not in Havana. Not in love. Not ever.

And maybe that’s what makes this story different. It doesn’t try to fix the past—it lets it breathe. It lets old lovers meet again without pretending the years didn’t happen. It gives space for guilt, for longing, for the strange comfort of familiarity that still hurts. William doesn’t get easy answers, and Olga doesn’t offer them. But together, on that dance floor, they find something close to honesty—twisted, beautiful, and still unfinished. In their rhythm, we find our own.