Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
When a series of mysterious accidents threaten the circus, Lila must team up with the brooding and enigmatic head of security, Jasper Kane. Lila’s daring spirit collides with Jasper’s dark past as they unravel a tangled web of secrets. With every twist and turn, their undeniable chemistry ignites, pushing them closer to a passion they can’t ignore.
In Tangled Hearts, love and danger soar to new heights—but will they catch each other before they fall?
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Chapter One
Lila
The circus caravan rolls into the quaint town just as the sun begins to set, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. The colorful wagons and trailers create a festive procession, drawing the attention of curious townspeople who gather along the streets to watch. I can hear the uplifting, whimsical music that blends perfectly with the rhythmic sounds of the horses' hooves and the excited chatter of the crowd.
Dante, our fearless ringmaster, stands at the front of the caravan, waving and smiling at onlookers with that signature charisma that makes everyone adore him. His wife, Ava, walks alongside, handing out flyers and chatting with the excited children who gather around her, their eyes wide with wonder and anticipation.
As we pull up to our designated spot, the crew gets to work setting up the big top with practiced precision. The grand circus tent rises majestically against the twilight sky, its vibrant colors promising a night of magic and excitement. Inside, the performers stretch and warm up, their colorful costumes adding to the vibrant atmosphere.
I stand on the trapeze platform, adjusting my grip and mentally preparing for my act. The trapeze is my sanctuary, my place of freedom and exhilaration. Nearby, the fire-eaters, jugglers, and clowns practice their routines. The hum of conversations, the rustling of costumes, and the occasional laughter fill the air, making my heart race with anticipation.
Dante’s voice booms through the speakers, commanding everyone's attention. He stands in the center ring, a spotlight illuminating his commanding presence. The circus tent is packed with eager spectators, their faces lit with anticipation and excitement.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Misfit Cabaret, the greatest show on Earth!" Dante’s voice echoes through the tent, and the audience erupts into applause and cheers. "Tonight, we have a spectacular array of performances that will leave you breathless and amazed. So sit back, relax, and let us take you on a journey of wonder and enchantment!"
His gestures are grand and theatrical, each movement designed to captivate the audience and draw them deeper into the magic of our little circus, the Misfit Cabaret. He introduces the acts with flair, his charisma and passion shining through every word.
As Dante’s speech comes to a close, the spotlight shifts to me. I take a deep breath, feeling the familiar thrill of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I swing out on the trapeze, my movements fluid and graceful. The spotlight follows me, highlighting the elegance and danger of my act.
The audience gasps and cheers with every daring flip and catch. I lock eyes with Jasper Kane, who watches from the sidelines, his expression a mix of admiration and concern. There’s something about the way he looks at me that sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of desire and something darker, something that pulls at my very core.
I perform a series of moves, each one more breathtaking than the last. The audience’s gasps and cheers blend with the dramatic, orchestral music that crescendos with each move. I push myself harder, wanting to feel that rush of exhilaration, that thrill of being on the edge.
As I finish my act, the audience erupts into applause, their cheers echoing through the tent. I swing back to the platform, my heart pounding with adrenaline. I catch Jasper’s eye again, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world fades away. There’s just the two of us, caught in this moment of connection and tension.
Backstage, the performers and crew gather, sharing laughs and congratulating each other. Ava hugs me, praising my performance, while Dante joins us, pride shining in his eyes. Jasper stands in the shadows, his gaze never leaving me as I wait for my second performance of the night.
The night is far from over, and the real performance has only just begun. As the audience begins to depart, their faces glowing with joy and wonder, I can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. There’s something in the air tonight, something that promises excitement, danger, and maybe even a little bit of magic. A new audience makes their way into the seats, this one all adults. The after hours performance at the Misfit Cabaret is another style entirely, one that is not family friendly and much more erotic, with more revealing costumes and moves meant to titillate and excite the viewers.
The spotlight blinds me for a moment as I step onto the platform, high above the audience. I take a deep breath, my fingers curling around the bar of the trapeze. The crowd hushes, anticipation crackling in the air.
I push off, swinging gracefully through the air. The world below blurs as I focus on the rhythm of my movements. My body moves fluidly, muscle memory guiding each motion. The spotlight follows me, casting a halo of light that highlights the elegance and danger of my act. I feel alive, every nerve ending tingling with the thrill of the performance. The energy is seductive and alluring. The after hours performances are often my favorite because they’re imbued with an unmistakable erotic energy that the crowds seem to feed off of. As I soar through the air, I catch sight of Jasper standing at the edge of the ring. His dark eyes follow my every move, just like always, a mix of admiration and concern etched on his face. His presence sends a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the connection that simmers between us, unspoken yet undeniable. It takes everything in me not to be distracted by his gaze, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.