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Le cirque Spektakulär est fier de vous présenter son enfant terrible, cracheur de feu et lanceur de couteaux : Jack McCabe !
Quand j’était petit, un incendie a ravagé ma maison et m’a privé de mes parents.
Désormais, mon souffle est de feu et je me nourris du poison qui m’a presque détruit.
Les foules viennent me voir, soir après soir, les hommes, pour le spectacle, les femmes, pour le frisson. Je suis cet être étrange que l’on admire et que l’on désire, celui qui risque sa vie à chaque bouffée ardente.
Je porte sur le corps des stigmates qui ne disparaîtront jamais, mais ceux qui peuplent mon âme sont encore plus difficiles à ignorer.
Mon frère ne sait rien de moi et je tiens à ce qu’il en reste ainsi.
Mon existence est telle que je l’ai souhaitée... enfin, jusqu’à ce Lille s’en mêle. Rêvant d’aventure, elle s’est enfuie avec le cirque. Pourtant ce monde n’est pas fait pour elle. Jamais.
J’essaye de la protéger parce qu’elle ne connaît rien des dangers qui peuplent notre vie d’itinérance. Elle ignore tout des monstres tapis dans l’ombre de la piste. D’ailleurs, n’en suis-je pas un moi-même ?
Elle est l’eau quand je suis le feu ; nous ne devrions pas nous mélanger. Alors je l’observe, je lutte pour ne pas la toucher, même lorsque ses yeux m’y invitent.
Rejoignez-nous, profitez du spectacle ! Et autorisez ma douce Lille à vous dépeindre cette histoire faite de pigments, de sueur et de peau...
... Car l’amour véritable est toujours le plus dur à accepter.
Ce roman se concentre sur Jack McCabe, ce petit frère que Jay Field croit mort depuis si longtemps. Il n’est pas nécessaire d’avoir lu Six de Cœur pour apprécier Cœurs Enflammés.
320 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 9, 2015
























I felt like I was walking through a dream. Who makes an offer to some random girl to join their circus? It was crazy and I was happily drowning in the madness.



When I shut them though, all I could see was Jack’s whiskey eyes from earlier, staring at my mouth and giving me grandiose notions that he might actually have wanted to kiss me.

“I like your hair.” “Thanks.” His voice got low and quiet when he leaned in and spoke into my ear, “I like your pussy,
too.” “Jack,” I gasped. “It likes me back.” “You’re crazy.”


He moved closer, eating up my space...and just stared at me.
And man, could he stare. I felt like he was telling me a silent story and it was captivating.

“I wonder if we hadn’t been interrupted yesterday, would I have been able to make you come like that?”
I swallowed deeply and glanced at him. His eyes held a thousand dark, carnal promises and I felt completely lost, had no idea how to respond. He made a noise that sounded a lot like a growl then as he came and knelt before me, his hands cupping my knees and spreading my thighs apart so that he could get between them. Next he began running his hands up and down my thighs; they were so much warmer than the afternoon sun and I was suddenly melting.“Do you come sweetly, Lille? Do you shake? Do you moan and beg for release?”










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I got mostly Cs, a D and a couple of Bs

Jack McCabe, fire-eater extraordinaire ...

"Well, you're no Gandy."

Having lived on an island my entire life, it was amazing to think how we could be on the same land, yet move into a whole other country. One moment you're in France, the next you're in Italy.

I'm standing in the flames
And it's a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find a light, find a light, find a light
Standing in the flames
And it's a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find a light, find a light, find a light


“The danger was what I wanted. Adventure was something I craved.”
“I wanted to live through every high and low, because otherwise I wouldn’t be living.”

“In the stories I read, the bad people get what’s coming to them. In the real world, that’s not always the case.”
“I didn't see him as a damaged little boy, I saw him as a unique, wonderful, yet very breakable grown man.”
“Make mistakes, Lille. Walk on the cracks. Break the rules that were made to be broken.”

“You have never been invisible to me, flower. You’re all I see.”






"I like your hair."
"Thanks."
His voice got low and quiet as he leaned in and spoke into my ear.
"I like your pussy, too."






















“You’ve got me under your skin now, Lille.”

“Here lies the story of Jack and Lille
Two hearts so big and yet so little.”

“Make mistakes, Lille. Walk on the cracks. Break the rules that were made to be broken.”
“Life twists some of us in strange ways, ways that shape us to always be alone, and I'm one of them.”


“Would it make you feel better to know that we all get the same number of hours in a day, days in a year? Some people might be rich and some might be poor, but none of them can buy time. It is one of the fairest systems in the world.”



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“Jack”
“Lille?”
“You’re kind of beautiful, you know that?”
“Somehow, by joining our bodies, we lit each other up.”
“He had this aura, though, like you couldn’t tell if he was human or a supernatural being wearing human skin.”
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“my heart aching with their raw, simple, honest beauty. I could see our entire journey laid out before me, his words creating the images in my mind.”
“Yep, my vagina was definitely on Team McCabe.”
“I thought maybe that was a good philosophy for life. Experiment with your colours, but don’t experiment too much or you’ll destroy the natural beauty.”
“Fun?”
“You’re acquainted the idea, yes?”
He tilted his head to the side. “Are you poking fun at me, Lille, insinuating I don’t know how to have fun?”
“Well,” I continued bravely, “generally, people who frown as often as you do don’t have a lot of it.”
“Shall I show you how I have it?”



"Honestly, Lille, where did I find you?"
"In a boring old town in the back arse of nowhere," she smiled.
"You're to much. I think my guardian angel sent you...





