Author: Charles Sheehan-Miles
Published by Self-Published
Release Date February 14, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
More Info: Goodreads
The quiet doesn’t stay long, because the birth is coming with the opening of the gates. First dozens, then hundreds, then thousands stream into the arena, and the voices rise and rise and rise. The smell changes, no longer the smell of oil and sweat, now it’s the smell of tobacco, body odor, perfume. The crowd is alive, waiting for the show to begin, and in a rush quiet the labor pains begin.
The lights go down, followed always by the roars of approval. In the dream I’m swinging in the trap, my legs wrapped around the bars, hands outstretched. The anger is still rushing through me, pulsing in my veins. I can still hear father’s shouts in my ears.
You’ll do as I tell you, boy! For three generations our family has flown. You’ll do the same, as long as you live under my roof.
I shouted right back. You don’t control me! You don’t own me!
The fight was loud. Everyone heard. Well everyone but Carlina and her father, Nick, but that was because they weren’t with the circus anymore, thanks to my dad. Papa was the star of Ringling Brother’s Circus, and we were his satellites. You don’t cross the star. Except maybe I was wrong. Maybe Papa had nothing to do with it at all.
I’d been dropped back in the ring kicking and screaming, but even I didn’t dare cross him once the show had begun.