Monday, April 6, 2015

Blog Tour - The Traveling Woman by Jane Harvey-Berrick

TRAVELING WOMAN BANNER Title: The Traveling Woman (The Traveling Duet, #2)
Author: Jane Harvey – Berrick
Release Date: April 7, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Blurb
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?  
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Nikki's 5 Star Review
The Magic continues in this fabulous conclusion to Amiee and Kestrels story. Their story picks up a month after Amiee lest Kes to go back to her "safe" life her apartment, her job and her family the last thing she expects is for Kes to turn up at her place of work saying he is willing to do anything to have her in his life including living her life, but Kes is a free soul could he really be happy not living the life he loves. There are lots of hurdles they will have to overcome to finally get the life they both deserve will there love for each other be strong enough to get them through. I'm a huge fan of Jane's writing and the characters she creates just seem to pull you in from the beginning. You do need to read the Traveling Man before you read this one but believe me you will not be disappointed its a fabulous 5 stars from me. 
Excerpt
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.     The Traveling Man (The Traveling Duet, #1) Now Available - Amazon US | Amazon UK | B&N traveling man I was ordinary. Nice. He was extraordinary. And he wasn’t always nice. Moody and difficult, brilliant and beautiful, Kes scared me and he protected me. He could be incredibly hurtful and incredibly thoughtful. He wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for me. He challenged me, he took me out of my safe little box and showed me the world could be magnificent. He was everything I wasn’t. Aimee Anderson is ten when the traveling carnival first comes to her nice little town. She doesn’t expect her world to change so completely. But meeting Kestrel Donohue puts her life on a different path. Even though she only sees him for the two weeks of the year when he passes through her home town, his friendship is the most important of her life. As a child’s friendship grows to adult love, the choices become harder, and both Kes and Aimee realize that two weeks a year will never be enough.  
About the Author
Jane 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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