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320 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 27, 2015




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"I couldn't tell you why the carnival lured me with its sticky fingers and bright, whirling colors, except to say that it was different, and that excited me."


“He could breathe fire, he could eat flames, but the word ‘love’ burned on his lips.”

“I couldn’t tell you why the carnival lured me with its sticky fingers and bright, whirling colors, except to say that it was different, and that excited me. I’d only read about ‘different’ in books, never experienced it for myself. Perhaps it was a case of be careful what you wish for.”
“You have a gift, Kes, an amazing wonderful gift. It’s special, just like you.”
“You’re my girl, Aimee. No one else.”
“I don’t want us to be an illusion. I think about you all the time—do you ever think about me?”
“He wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for me.”
“You’ve been sprinkled with fairy dust, missy. The carnival is in your blood now.”

"You want it easy? You want everything served up to you on a silver platter?" he shook his head. "Kes will never be easy, and the person who loves him won't have it easy. But if he loves you back, it'll be worth it, because he'll love you with every part of him." He looked down. "You're lucky."
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You've been sprinkled with fairy dust missy. The carnival is in your blood now"


He could breathe fire, he could eat flames,
but the word 'love' burned on his lips.


The little man edged closer, his face inches from mine. “You’ve been sprinkled with fairy dust, missy. The carnival is in your blood now.
“I was old enough to know that magic didn’t exist, and young enough to hope that I was wrong. I was sure that if magic belongs anywhere in the world, it was living and breathing right across the road in Mr. Peterson’s field.”
Kes gave me his shy smile again and my heart was captured from that moment. I didn’t know it then; I didn’t understand what it meant, but whenever I looked at him, my skin felt warm, like my own personal sun was shining just for me.
“I’ll come back next year.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
That sounded dangerous: trust the boy I saw for just two weeks a year with my fragile heart? I knew it was a mistake. Unfortunately it was one I’d already made years ago.
He reached out and brushed his thumb along my bottom lip.
“You’re my girl, Aimee. No one else.”
I couldn’t imagine how he’d fit into a normal world. The thought made me shiver, because I couldn’t imagine how I’d fit into his world, either.
“Kes will never be easy, and the person who loves him won't have it easy. But if he loves you back, it'll be worth it, because he'll love you with every part of him.”
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, but somehow, together, there was a synergy, an alignment, something that just made sense, no matter how crazy it seemed to anyone else.
Book 1: The Traveling Man - 4.5 STARS
Book 2: The Traveling Woman - 4 STARS

"Kes was larger than life, too wild for my small town, too big for my small life. He thrived on adrenalin; I craved peace and stability. How could I have been so stupid as to think we'd ever work out?"

"I wondered what it would be like to sleep like this every night, to see the same stars from a different town. What it would be like to be traveling, traveling, always moving on?"
and unforgettable characters that you stay with you long after you turn the last page!!!![]()


"You've been sprinkled with fairy dust, missy. The carnival is in your blood now."
"My dream would be to die looking at the lights on the Ferris wheel. When I get old, when my body has given up, that's what I want to see. And in that dream, you're standing next to me."
I was old enough to know that magic didn’t exist, and young enough to hope that I was wrong. I was sure that if magic belonged anywhere in the world, it was living and breathing right across the road in Mr. Peterson’s field.
Kes gave me his shy smile again and my heart was captured from that moment. I didn’t know it then; I didn’t understand what it meant, but whenever I looked at him, my skin felt warm, like my own personal sun was shining just for me.
He reached out and brushed his thumb along my bottom lip.
“You’re my girl, Aimee. No one else.”
Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.
It’s hard to explain what those two weeks every summer meant to me. I lived for them, I breathed for them, and the rest of my life seemed to be spent waiting.
“You still love him.”
“I love the boy he was. I could love the man, too. I don’t know, and that’s why I have to find out.”
“Oh, Aimee,” she said sadly, pulling me into a tight hug. “Please be careful.”
“Too late,” I whispered.
“I care about you !” he roared. “Christ!” He took a deep breath. “I’m trying here, Aimee. Maybe I don’t say it pretty enough for you. But this is me, trying.”
“I’ve dreamed of this so many times, I can’t believe it’s real—that you’re real. You were always there, just out of reach, and I’d wake up and find my bed empty. But now you’re here.”
I cocked my head on one side. “Is that what we have? A relationship?”
Kes looked taken aback. “Well, yeah.” Then he hesitated, “What would you call it?”
“Well, at the moment, I’d say it’s two old friends catching a ride together to go see the carnival.”
Kes nodded. “Okay,” he said. “Works for me.”
“Just so you know,” I sniffed, “that’s the wrong answer. We’re totally in a relationship.”
Kes grinned. “Good. So we’re both clear on that.”
Our sex life seemed to be of great interest to everyone, and I hated that. Other women slyly commented that they’d heard us inside the RV. Well, they couldn’t have heard Kes, because he was never loud, not even when he came. Embarrassingly, it must be my gasps and screams that they were hearing, unless it was the sound of me being thoroughly pounded. Yeah, not at all embarrassing.
“… Love doesn’t feed you or keep you warm – it withers and dies when you have to get practical.”
“But if you have all those things without love, what’s the point?”
“Do you know what I dream about? My dream would be to die looking at the lights on the Ferris wheel. When I get old, when my body has given up, that’s what I want to see. And in that dream, you’re standing next to me.”
"But you wouldn’t do any stuff with me last night.”
I gaped at him.
“Kes! We had a fight. I was upset, that’s all. But it doesn’t mean we have to break up. And that other stuff, well, I’ve got to be in the right mood, you know.”


"Kes could sense my resistance was weak - as it always would be when it came to anything he wanted to do - and over the years, it was a weakness that he plundered ruthlessly."
"And you're at a crossroads. You're wondering which way to go - towards safety, or toward love. Personally, I'd always go for love, but love isn't safe - it cuts and burns."

"That which is broken can still be mended, if your glue is strong enough."


“I’d thought of Kes as my prince. When I came to know him better, I changed my mind, thinking of him instead as a dark lord. But that came later”
“He scared me and he protected me. He could be incredibly hurtful and incredibly thoughtful. He wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for me”
I was hooked from the first page and I was glad to be sucked into this world. If you are looking for an epic romance with a circus theme, then this one is for you.![]()
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