Monday, April 6, 2015

The Traveling Woman (The Traveling Duet #2) by Jane Harvey-Berrick: Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway


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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?

Releases: April 7, 2015

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About the Author:

I lived in London for over 10 years and have a love affair with New York. It's only since I have moved to the countryside, that the words have really begun to flow.

I live in a small village by the ocean and walk my little dog, Pip, every day. It’s on those beachside walks that I have all my best ideas.

Writing has become a way of life – and one that I love to share.

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I was amazed to see that the school field had been transformed into a mini-arena with two small ramps in the middle. It was about the third the size of what Kes used in his usual act. A shiver went through me. I prayed that this impromptu display was safe.

The children sat on the grass around the edges, chattering loudly. Then Zef appeared in his leathers, carrying his helmet.

“Holy shit! Who’s hottie number two?” Mirelle hissed.

“That’s Zef, one of the other stunt riders from the display team.”

“Oh my God! Do they have a special laboratory where they make smokin’ hot motorcycle riders?”

“You should see Tucker, the third guy. He’s hot, too, but he totally knows it. They all do. Tucker and Zef are both players.”

“Good to know,” Mirelle muttered, straightening up and sticking out her boobs as Zef strolled toward Kes and Principal Browne. “Introduce us later,” she demanded.

Mentally, I was rolling my eyes. She’d been warned, the rest was up to her.

Kes disappeared, and I assumed it was to change into his leathers, as well. A familiar gnawing anxiety twisted my stomach, and I remembered how hard it was to watch Kes throwing his body fifty feet into the air and come crashing down again. It wouldn’t be that high today, but still…

The children cheered when Kes and Zef came roaring onto the field, performing spins and turns, wheelies and slides.

Then they took to the ramp, doing a pared down version of the usual show. I cringed as I saw the small ramps buckle and bend as they landed their bikes, but Kes had pitched the act perfectly between drama and humor. He and Zef had added a new trick of tossing a football to each other mid-jump. The children loved that.

As he finished, he stood in the center of the field and pulled off his helmet, waving at the kids and teachers as they cheered for him.

I was clapping along with everyone else when my hands fell to my sides.

“What’s wrong?” Mirelle asked.

I turned to stare at her.

“Look at him in front of a crowd,” I sighed. “See how brightly he shines. This is where he belongs. I’ve always known it.”

Mirelle turned to look at Kes.

“Yes, I see it, too,” she said quietly.

“I can’t keep him here, can I?”

Mirelle looked at me sympathetically. “No, chica, it would be wrong. He’s got you, but there’s nothing else here for him.”

I nodded slowly.

“What does that mean for you?” she asked. “Are you going to give up on your dreams?”

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