Roustabout (Traveling #3)
by Jane Harvey-Berrick
Twelve years ago Tucker McCoy walked away from the hell that was his family with not much more than the shirt on his back. No regrets. Never once looking back.
Living his life as a roustabout turned stunt rider with a traveling carnival keeps a smile on his face. His new family are the people he’s chosen to be in his life, the people who travel his road. Kes, Zach and Zef don’t share his blood, but they share his hopes and dreams. Understand his fears and know what makes him tick. They’re his brothers, his real family.
If you keep moving, no one can catch you—it’s a simple rule. So when Tucker crosses paths with Tera Hawkins, he knows he should move on. There’s no woman that’s ever been worth breaking his rules for. Besides, she’s off limits, untouchable. He knows stronger men would walk away, but dammit, he’s always been weak.
All he can offer her is a night she’ll never forget, but will that one taste be enough?
Zef went first, blasting off the ramp, followed a split second later by Tucker in the opposite direction, and I was so certain they were going to crash in the middle, I screamed and closed my eyes.
Aimee squeezed my hand hard, causing me to wince. I opened my eyes just in time to see Kes leaping through a circle of fire, the flames glancing off his helmet.
On and on it went, higher, faster, closer. Sweat trickled down my body, pooling under my armpits, leaving me drenched and weak.
The engines revved and hummed, and then they all charged together, a flying tower of men, with Kestrel cartwheeling over the top of them.
The crowd screamed and clapped and cheered, and Aimee and I stood up, shrieking with them.
“Oh my God!” I yelled over the noise. “I nearly had a heart attack!”
Aimee laughed and wiped her eyes.
“Every time,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “Every time.”
I followed her back to the RV where the guys were peeling off their sweat-soaked leathers, standing in their underwear, huge smiles plastered across their faces.
Tucker scooped me up in a sweaty hug, his hot skin slick to the touch.
“You are amazing!” I said honestly, a relieved laugh breaking out of me. “Stinky, but amazing!”
He laughed loudly, his head thrown back, his eyes crinkling with happiness, and then he kissed me, deeply.
The Traveling Man (Traveling #1)
The Traveling Woman (Traveling #2)
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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