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Blog Tour with Review: Luka (The Rhythm #2) by Jane Harvey-Berrick

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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 free—and 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. ****

My Review

“Love hurts. Love flays you raw and leaves your skin hanging from your body in bloody strips. It brands and burns you. Ultimately, love is the worst thing that can happen to a human being.”

I just finished this book this morning and I’m sitting here wondering to myself, “How have I not read any books by this author before?” I honestly don’t know why it took me so long to discover this author, but now that I have, I could not be more excited.

Luka. Luka. Luka. What can I possibly say about this book? This is one of those books that you know within minutes of starting it, that it’s going to be epic. You can tell that it is about to take you on a ride; that your emotions are going to be all over the place. I know mine certainly were. If you know me, then you know that I purposely try to avoid books with love triangles. They’ve never been my thing. However, when I heard about Luka, there was just something screaming at me to pick up this book and take a chance. And I have to tell you, I am so glad that I did.

Luka’s story is not your typical love story. It’s not even your typical love triangle. Why, you might ask. Well, I’ll tell you why. It’s not your typical love triangle because the two people that Luka is in love with are brother and sister. Now, I also don’t read a lot of M/M books, but I have read a few and I can tell you that Luka’s story is just beautiful. It’s not just a story about sex, there are problems and real feelings involved. The characters are real. They are flawed. They are not perfect.They are so easy to relate to.

Luka’s story is one that you can’t help but be intrigued by. It sucks you in and demands that you read it.  You will find yourself unable to look away and dying to know what will happen next.

To sum it up, Luka is an incredible read. It is well written and so captivating. It has just the right amount of angst and drama and romance. This story will take you one emotional, unforgettable journey.

*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*
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“Two minutes to curtain,” 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.

“God, I’ll never get enough of this,” whispered Sarah. “I hate it and I love it.”

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 Ash’s eye, and we shared something that only another dancer can understand—a 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 birth—the memories of the audience would live on—and a death, too, as another show ended. So tonight, we were celebrating and grieving.

“I’m going to miss this so fucking much,” she sobbed, staring up at me, then out at the cheering crowd. “God, I’m going to miss you, Luka, you bloody great hunk of sexy Slovenian.”

“I’ll miss you too, buča,” 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 we’d played, along with our costumes, wigs and makeup.

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Jane is a writer of contemporary romance fiction, known for thoughtful stories, often touching on difficult subjects: disability (DANGEROUS TO KNOW & LOVE, SLAVE TO THE RHYTHM); mental illness (THE EDUCATION OF CAROLINE, SEMPER FI); life after prison (LIFERS); dyslexia (THE TRAVELING MAN, THE TRAVELING WOMAN).

She is also a campaigner for former military personnel to receive the support they need on leaving the services. She wrote the well-received play LATER, AFTER with former veteran Mike Speirs. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hk1CyB8c0xA )

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