Friday, April 10, 2015

The Traveling Woman (Traveling, #2) by Jane Harvey - Berrick Review + Giveaway

TRAVELING WOMAN BANNER Title: The Traveling Woman (The Traveling Duet, #2)
Author: Jane Harvey – Berrick
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?  

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.      

traveling man
The Traveling Man (The Traveling Duet, #1)  
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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. 

 The Traveling Man (The Traveling Duet, #1)  

The Traveling Woman (The Traveling Duet, #2)

Let me start off by saying that I get to meet the lovely Jane Harvey-Berrick in person on May 2nd!!! I have written this time after time, but I just love Jane Harvey-Berrick, she is such an amazing author.  Her books always suck me in into their world and I am always so sad when I finish every book. I always need more! Today, I will say "I need more Kestrel"!!  
The Traveling Woman is such a sweet second book. It is a sexy and emotional read of Aimee and Kestrel.  I am going to try to give this review without spoilers. Since this is book two, you will need to read book one to really know what I am talking about. This book picks up one month after the first book, The Traveling Man, ends.
It has been a month since the two have spoken to each other.  Aimee went back to teaching on the East Coast and we know that Kestrel was missing Aimee like crazy. After a month goes by, Kestrel surprises Aimee at her school and he wants to work it out with Aimee. So he spends a couple of months with her as she teaches.  Aimee makes a big decision and decides to join Kestrel and go on the road with Him.  I think Kestrel and Aimee make the perfect couple.  They are just perfect for each other.  Their relationship is not always easy and it is hard work, but in the end they will always have each other.  I was hoping that we would be able to read in Kestrel's POV but I am kind of glad this story was told through Aimee's eyes. I really enjoyed that we got to know more about Kestrel.  He goes through so much in this book: mentally and physically. He handles himself like a strong man and you can really see the changes he has gone through since the first book.  I think my favorite thing abut this story is that it was more than just a love story.  Don't get me wrong, the story is hot and sexy romance, but there is so more than that to this story. This story has added another layer and gives so much depth.  The story kept my heart racing a mile a minute. The love between Kestrel and Aimee is so strong that they can make it through anything.

The Traveling Woman was another FIVE LEAVES reviews read for me! I hope one day we could get even more from these love birds.


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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