on April 7, 2015
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Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Source: ARC via author
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?
You can read my spoiler-free review of The Traveling Man (Traveling Duet #1) HERE!
Has a story ever spoken to you? Have you ever felt like an author wrote a book specifically for you? Well, that’s how I feel about The Traveling Duet. It’s almost like the author took all my favorite elements of romance and wrote this epically beautiful story about two of the most enchanting characters I have ever read about.
“When he performs, he is all of us, the person we wish we could be. He is the hero in all of us.”
Kes and Aimee have had a life-long connection that time and space hasn’t been able to sever. They are true soulmates, two halves of a whole, even though they come from two different worlds. They balance each other. Kes is hot-tempered ans restless, while Aimee is more rational and grounded.
‘My man was a traveler, a wanderer. And me? I was a homebody at heart.’
At the end of The Traveling Man readers were left with a heartbreaking cliffhanger. Aimee was leaving her love, Kes, and the carnival behind to head back home after their heated summer reunion. The Traveling Woman picks right up, and I have to say I think this was a perfect conclusion to Kes and Aimee’s journey. It’s not easy. It’s a hard, long road for them. Like the true soulmates they are, the lovers battle and overcome the obstacles together.
“Every day you’re in my life is winning the fucking Lottery.”
Jane Harvey-Berrick’s storytelling is phenomenal. Her writing is superb. The setting she created is so unique and her characters are flawed, beautiful, and unforgettable. This two-book series really is an all-time favorite for me. As I’ve said before, I’ll never look the same at the traveling carnival ever again. My perspective has completely changed, and I hope to take a ride on the Ferris Wheel every chance I get.
I saw the Ferris wheel first, lit up in the twilight, the simple white lights making the huge steel structure seem almost ethereal. Without conscious thought, I touched the necklace that I never took off, my fingers stroking the tiny Ferris wheel set with a diamond at the center.
As I sat up straighter in my seat, I saw Kes’s lips curve upwards, although whether that was because he could sense my excitement, or because he was in a place that felt like home, I couldn’t say.
The fair wasn’t open yet; instead it lay dormant, the wide avenue of the midway with its silent stalls and unplayed games, its tricks and delights, waiting to unleash its pleasure on the paying public. It was a world within a world, a community of others, where being different was celebrated, expected, valued. It was also painted with a new face, hiding a darker history behind arcade games, glitz and glamor.
I rolled down the window and imagined that I could smell the faint scent of the fair: hotdogs, onions, cotton candy. I was transported back over a decade, to the first time I’d visited the carnival, the first year I’d met Kes. It was magical to me then, and even though Kes had been the one to show me the puppet’s strings behind the illusion, the magic had not lost its power. I was home.
Kes steered the car around to the staff area, and I realized for the first time how vast this fairground was.
“Kes,” I breathed. “This place is huge!”
“Yeah, one of the bigger ones,” he said nonchalantly.
We were still driving around the perimeter.
“How big are we talking?”
He shrugged. “Uh, 550 acres, give or take. Almost a square mile.”
“Wow! And the arena where you’re performing?”
He looked at me sideways. “Ten thousand people.”
My jaw dropped open, and it took me several tries before I could get the words out.
He scratched his thumb over his eyebrow. “It’s not sold out. So, maybe eight or nine thousand.”
“Oh my God! Ten thousand people are coming to see you? That’s crazy!”
He gave me a wry smile as I babbled.
“I mean, not crazy! Of course not! That’s great! In fact, it’s freakin’ awesome. Ten thousand people.” I couldn’t get my head around it.
“Yeah, it usually gets sold out on the last day.”
I gulped. “How … how many days are you doing the show?”
Kes grinned at me. “Three days.”
I stopped speaking. I literally stopped speaking.
“I never thought I’d live to see this day,” he laughed. “Aimee Andersen is speechless.”