on June 16th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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I'm not a good man.
I'm not a bad man.
But I've made some bad mistakes, made the wrong choices.
Who hasn't? But the consequences are tearing us apart.
I love two people.
I love them differently.
The world tells me I have to choose. Why? Why do I have to choose?
Loving hurts. Dancing heals.
Love makes you soar, makes you fly and sets you freeÔÇöand then it lets you freefall until you're smashed and bleeding on the ground. Ultimately, love is the worst thing that can happen to a human being.
Im my opinion.
I love two people.
I love them differently.
One is a man.
One is a woman.
And they are brother and sister.
**** A stand alone novel in the best-selling Rhythm Series. ****
Jane Harvey-Berrick is quickly becoming one of my most favorite authors, and a definite automatic one-click one. SheÔÇÖs the master of producing work that has emotions pour at you from the pages. She has a rare talent to draw you in with the most simple, but beautiful words, making it impossible for you to flee the onslaught of emotions. Luka is not any different.
ItÔÇÖs not easy for me to write a review of a book that evoked so many different feelings: most of them urging me to either throw my kindle, or jumping into the book and strangle all the people hurting Luka.
Going into this book, I knew I didnÔÇÖt want any spoilers, and thankfully I managed to avoid them. (And my friends wouldn’t’ tell me.) I could not foresee what was going to happen. And IÔÇÖm so happy I let the story be a surprise, which is why I wonÔÇÖt say much about anyone but Luka. One of the best parts about this book was discovering who heÔÇÖll choose and what will happen in the end.
Most of all, however, I LOVED Luka. He was one of the best men I have met in a while in a book. He might have been somewhat immature in the beginning, but I loved seeing him grow up and take responsibility for his actions. He tried so hard to do the right thing, but outside sources sure did not make it easy on him. (And I still hate them for that.) But throughout all his trials, he remained strong, loving, and took care of everyone around him, whether they appreciated it or not.
In the end, it came down to the epilogue for me to decide if I was going to adore the book or throw my kindle in anger. I shouldnÔÇÖt have doubted Jane Harvey-Berrick though, and the ending made the book even more perfect for meÔÇömade all the anger, frustration, sadness, as well as joy I felt throughout the book worthwhile. This is definitely another amazing read by Miss Harvey-Berrick, and I cannot wait for the next one in this breathtaking series.
~Review by Anja
ÔÇ£Two minutes to curtain,ÔÇØ called out the stage manager.
We all hustled to take our places for the first number, and Ash walked with Laney as she wheeled herself to a spot where she could watch from the wings.
I felt a shiver of anticipation skitter across my skin, and I stretched my arms over my head before shaking them out, keeping flexible, keeping moving.
ÔÇ£God, IÔÇÖll never get enough of this,ÔÇØ whispered Sarah. ÔÇ£I hate it and I love it.ÔÇØ
I knew exactly what she meant. The nerves never really stopped, but the second I stepped on stage, adrenaline and muscle memory took over. My body would respond before my brain felt the fear of dancing in front of a thousand strangers.
I could hear the audience, hear their breaths, feel their excitement, feel the heat rolling forward from the press of bodies.
And then the house lights sank and the theater dropped into darkness, the electricity of expectancy lighting a fuse.
Al, the conductor, tapped his baton, and there was a collective breath as the band prepared to play, fingers hovering above keys and strings, the drummer poised, tension in his arms.
Then the music blasted out in an explosion of sound and light, and I was on stage, alive, powerful, doing what I was born to do.
I became the role, I lived the dance, blood pounding through my veins, my muscles coiled and released as I lunged and leapt, my arms sweeping through the space around me, filling it with spirals of strength and emotion.
Nothing could beat this feeling, this intensity, this desire to drink from the well of life.
And it was magnificent.
For a split second, I caught AshÔÇÖs eye, and we shared something that only another dancer can understandÔÇöa connection, an emotion so fleeting, I could have dreamed it.
I feel it too, brother.
Two hours later, we stood bathed in sweat under the bright stage lights, smiles on our faces and tears in our eyes, soaking up applause as the crowd rose to their feet, cheers and whistles soaring above the roar. My chest heaved from the exertion, but also from the deep emotion that dancing always brought to me, and I knew that everyone on this stage felt the exact same way.
Sarah stood next to me, tears running down her face, happy tears; tears of achievement and joy; tears of satisfaction and sorrow that it was all over. The end of a performance was a birthÔÇöthe memories of the audience would live onÔÇöand a death, too, as another show ended. So tonight, we were celebrating and grieving.
ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm going to miss this so fucking much,ÔÇØ she sobbed, staring up at me, then out at the cheering crowd. ÔÇ£God, IÔÇÖm going to miss you, Luka, you bloody great hunk of sexy Slovenian.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£IÔÇÖll miss you too, bu─ìa,ÔÇØ I said sincerely, leaning down to kiss her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears.
All the dancers linked hands, raising our arms in the air as we took our final bow. Ash stepped forward, looking down at the band and applauding them, too. Then he clasped his hands together and pressed them to his heart, before waving to the audience and leaving the stage.
Yveta, Gary and Oliver stepped forward with me and Sarah to take our bows as co-leads, then we too left the stage.
And it was all over.
The applause drained away as the curtain fell for the last time and the house lights came up.
Then it was the slow descent to normalcy as we peeled away the roles weÔÇÖd played, along with our costumes, wigs and makeup.
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