Title: The Traveling Woman (The Traveling Duet, #2)
Author: Jane Harvey – Berrick
Release Date: April 7, 2015
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THE CONCLUDING STORY of Aimee and Kestrel, begun in THE TRAVELING MAN ……
How many times do you gamble on love? When love has knocked you down, should you give it another chance? When does optimism become stupidity? And what happens when the man you’re in love with is never still, always moving, always traveling? Do you say goodbye, or do you leave behind everything that you’ve worked for, everything that you’ve ever known? Can a traveling carnival be my home Oh. You thought I had the answers. No, sorry. No answers, just a lot of questions—and a heart that wants to rule my head. Can one person be my home?
How many times do you gamble on love? When love has knocked you down, should you give it another chance? When does optimism become stupidity? And what happens when the man you’re in love with is never still, always moving, always traveling? Do you say goodbye, or do you leave behind everything that you’ve worked for, everything that you’ve ever known? Can a traveling carnival be my home Oh. You thought I had the answers. No, sorry. No answers, just a lot of questions—and a heart that wants to rule my head. Can one person be my home?
This was one of those books that I desperately sent a message to the author to check when will the next book be out after finishing The Traveling Man
, will it be out tomorrow? Thankfully Jane was a gem and certainly delivered with the final conclusion to Kestrel and Aimee's Story. I'm in love. For those yet to have to read the first book I would recommend not to read on.
, will it be out tomorrow? Thankfully Jane was a gem and certainly delivered with the final conclusion to Kestrel and Aimee's Story. I'm in love. For those yet to have to read the first book I would recommend not to read on.
Jane's writing grabs your attention through her emotions brings out of each character. From hard choices, love hard, acceptance, respect and bravery, their worlds combined provide one rocky story to the finish line. With these two characters in particular their worlds are so far different from one another trying to make their love for each other work, doesn't come without sacrifice and belief in one another.
Im sad to see this series end however, I hope there may be another book to bring out of Jane to add to this fabulous series.
As I loved this series so much and it was my first read by Jane, I'll be sure to check out the back catalog from other series she has currently available but also look forward what's to come in the future aswell.
***5 MAGICAL CARNIVAL STARS***
There was a long line outside the club, and I groaned as we joined the end. “Maybe we’d better go somewhere else,” I sighed, not relishing the idea of waiting around outside. But Kes just walked up to the doorman, slipped him a twenty, and we were waved in. Kes wrapped his arm around me as the hostess led us to table on a raised platform near the dance floor. A waitress came over immediately, and Kes ordered more champagne and water for himself. I wondered how much money he’d laid out to get the five-star service. I’d never seen this side of him before and it intrigued me. “Wanna dance?” he whispered, nuzzling my throat. “I think I’m a bit drunk,” I admitted with a laugh. “Just hold onto me.” “Sounds like a plan.” The music’s thumping bass line matched the rhythm of my heart as Kes pulled me toward him. My arms wrapped around his neck, winding a lock of his hair around my fingers. My body was pressed flat against his, not even an inch between us. His muscular thigh pushed between my knees as we swayed to the music, his hands resting on my hips, his long fingers almost meeting in the small of my bare back. Between the champagne, my heels, and the closeness of Kes’s hard body, I felt off balance. He steadied me between his hands, his gaze flitting between my breasts and my lips. His face was stern, his eyes flashing black with need, and I felt the solid length of his erection against my hip. The pulse of the music was in my blood, which Kes was slowly bringing to the boil. Our lower bodies pressed together, and I arched away from him, leaning out so my long hair swung down my back. I felt one of Kes’s hands move from my hip to wrap my hair around his fist. He hovered over me, his breath hot on my chest. “I fuckin’ love your hair,” he growled. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his head, and I pulled myself in close again to lick it. Kes’s eyes fluttered closed, then opened again quickly. I slid my hands over his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles tremble under my touch. His t-shirt was damp under my fingers; he’d long ago pulled off his long-sleeved shirt and tied it around his waist. “You wanna get some … air?” he asked, his tongue licking up the sweat at the base of my throat. I had to swallow several times before I could reply. “Okay.” My voice sounded husky. He grabbed my hand immediately and led me from the dance floor. I had a quick glimpse of Zef and Mirelle joined at the lips, and I smiled to myself. Kes steered me through the crowd until we reached the hallway that led to the bathrooms, but he kept going, finally pushing through a door at the rear of the building. We were in a dark alley where crates of empty bottles were stacked up. It smelled of beer and trash, making me wrinkle my nostrils, but then Kes’s mouth was on mine, and it was the scent of my shower gel and Kes’s clean sweat that surrounded me. I wrapped my leg around his waist and ground against him. He caught my knee with one hand and pushed me backwards. My bare skin hit the rough brick, and I cried out. “Shit!” he muttered. Then he picked me up, turning around so his own back was braced against the wall. “Kes, please!” He chuckled lightly. “Are you begging, Aimee? Is the good little schoolmarm begging for sex in a dirty alley?” “God, yes,” I moaned. A surprised laugh stuttered out of him. “Shit, really?” “Yes! A thousand times yes!” He hesitated. “This isn’t you; it’s the champagne talking.” I fisted his shirt and pulled him toward me. “It is me, Kes. It’s the girl who let a strange boy climb in her window; it’s the 16-year old girl who stroked you until you were hard while we lay on the grass at the back of the carnival field; it’s the girl who gave you her virginity, even though she knew that you were leaving in a few days. The girl who’s been lost for years, sleepwalking through her life. Until I found you.” He stared into my eyes, searching for any sign of doubt. Satisfied by what he saw, he placed my feet back on the ground and flicked open the button on my jeans.
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