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{Blog Tour & Giveaway} The Traveling Woman (The Traveling Duet #2) by Jane Harvey-Berrick (@JHarveyBerrick)

4/8/2015

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Title: The Traveling Woman (The Traveling Duet, #2)

Release Date: April 7, 2015

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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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When Aimee Andersen left Kes, she left her soul.  Now back to her everyday life, nothing is the same without him.  Until the day she finds him standing in her school parking lot with his helmet in his hand.

Aimee knows in that moment that she’s going to risk everything to be with him forever.  She’s going to choose love over responsibility.  But how do you tie yourself to a man who refuses to be to be tamed?
“I’d always thought of him as my personal sun, feeling warmed just by being near him— that hadn’t changed. I knew that I was still in love with Kes— that hadn’t changed either, but it didn’t mean that we were right for each other.”
Kestrel Hawkins has loved Aimee everyday since they were children.  He lives his life taking risks and entertaining the masses like the daredevil that he is.  And just like a star blazing across the night sky, he burns with an intensity that few can understand. 

Loving Kes is the one thing that Aimee has ever been absolutely sure of and now she’s going to discover how far she is willing to go to save the only man that she has ever loved – even if it means she has to let him go.
“Kes wasn’t safe. He wasn’t a sensible choice. He made my heart race, and swoop, and die a little. When I was near him, I burned. When he was far away, my blood moved sluggishly, reluctantly, cooling without his heat. Maybe we’d burn together. But maybe, just maybe, we’d fly.”
No one writes a more beautifully heart wrenching romance than Jane Harvey-Berrick! She pushes each of her characters to the absolute edge and then delivers them in a whirlwind of emotion that has become her signature style. 

Each of her books are like a rare gem to be treasured and loved over and over again and Kestrel and Aimee will live in my heart for a long time to come…
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Exclusive 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.

About The Author - 

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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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