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347 pages, ebook
First published December 12, 2014
"But I've found the truest form of love. It's two loves that can live in perfect harmony. The circus and you," he whispers, "amour amour."
Two loves. Two passions. At perfect balance.
"If his eyes are hell, his tongue is heaven, and I would gladly return."
When his humor fades, what remains is longing. In deep Russian, he whispers a phrase I've only heard once before.
"What does that mean?" I ask, my pulse beginning to race again as I catch certain words.
"Here is my heart." His thumb skims my neck. "It is full of love."
"It's a dream that I'm living. Every day. With him."
“Every day, I hold a person’s life in my hands. The circus is based one-hundred percent off trust. I give it all to someone, and they give it all to me. I’m asking you, right now, to trust me.”
“He is power. Man. And strength. He is charm and desire and indestructible things.”
“Your energy, your idealism and optimism—I missed those things, the places inside of me that made me feel more alive.”
“We all traverse in and out of people’s worlds, leaving footprints. Some larger, some smaller, but there is always a mark. We can’t sweep it away.”
“But I’ve found the truest form of love. It’s two loves that can live in harmony.” He looks down at me.
“The circus and you,” he whispers, “amour amour.”
"Thora James: a series of fails but she’ll stand up again."
"Don’t love me more than your dreams, myshka. Because I love you too much to let you give them up for me.”
"I’m average. I’ve been average most of my life, but there are moments where I feel extraordinary. Invincible.
It’s a dream that I’m living."
Love is a circus
Audio book source: Audible
Story Rating: 4.5 stars
Narrator: Ava Erickson
Narration Rating: 4.5 stars
Genre: NA Romance
Length: 13h 22m
❝'Everyday,' he says lowly, 'I hold a person's life in my hands. The circus is based one-hundred percent off trust. I give it all to someone, and they give it all to me. I'm asking you, right now, to trust me.'❞
“What black eyes you have…”
“All the better to devour you with.”
“We’re not going to fit together.”Told in Thora's POV, Amour Amour is a truly magical blend of romance and passion. The writing style flows seamlessly as the intensity unfolds. As always, the Ritchie sisters have crafted complex characters who care deeply and love passionately. Nikolai is smoking hot and the passion he feels for his family, the circus, and Thora kept me glued to the page from the first moment until the very last.
“We are,” he says lowly. “In all ways.”
“I’ve found that life is a series of crossroads, dead-ends, and U-turns. There is no real destination. There is no goal to end all goals. As long as we’re living, we’ll always keep driving.”Overall, I have always been a huge Ritchie fan and Amour Amour is simply magical! I adore the main characters and together they have earned a place on my best couples shelf. My only regret is that I didn't read this sooner!
“When someone reaches out and gives you a hand—for no other reason than to see your success—it’s powerful. And rare.”
I’m more satisfied with who I am. Thora James: a series of fails but she’ll stand up again.I was extremely impressed with her and her journey. And so, so happy with how the authors went about her journey. They certainly didn't make it easy for her.
“When I was fourteen, my mom took me to the circus…I fell in love with it.” I pause to form a better explanation, of how I sat in that velvet-lined seat and longed to share the performer’s experience. To be the girl flying in the air, to captivate an audience and enchant them. To be superhumanly strong.
To be something more. Awe. And power. And grace.
She’s trying to find herself. Some days I still wonder if I’ve found me. Maybe we never stop searching. Maybe we evolve the way seasons change, seamlessly without really knowing, not until all the leaves have fallen.
This is who I am today.
Tomorrow I may be the same.
But in years, I’ll be someone else. Someone I may like more. Someone I may like less. And that’s okay. Because I’m still living.
I wish I could tap into his mind, even for a moment. To see how he sees me. For as much as Nikolai conveys, he’s still a mystery.
And I’m the curious girl who’ll step into it. Time and time again.
It became something more without noticing. Without realizing. “Am I a mistake—”
“No, myshka. You’re just the unexpected, beautiful thing in my life.”
And he assumed right. Again. Probably based on Shay’s height, frame, build—like he did me that first night in Vegas. “Can you at least pretend to be full of remorse and regret?” This would be so much easier.
“No. A devil protects his demon.”
The slight prick of fear heightens my adrenaline, setting a fire beneath me.
Who can explain the drum of their heart or the burst of their lungs? Give me that person. I need them because words fail my senses.
He said, “All you need is luck. The rest, you’ll do great at.”
I smiled. “Is that my trainer speaking?”
“Yes,” he said, “but you’d probably think it’s a problem.”
I hesitated, “Why’s that?”
He stood up, towering above me with those intense grays. “Your trainer is in love with you.”
“I’d help you every day so that you could see a better tomorrow. I will never give you less than that.”
“Why help me?” I ask softly. I expect him to say, I don’t have an answer.
“I admire your courage. I know what you’ve given up to be here. I know the kind of artist it takes to land a role. I know that you won’t receive one on your own. And I imagine you, myshka, two years from now, working at Phantom with the same aspirations, the same dreams, in the same place where you are now. It’s wasted courage. And wasted love. You shouldn’t have to waste those things.”
He stares down at me, waiting. I always pause. And he rarely fills the silence with his own voice. He just looks so deeply into me and gives me time to find the right thing…
“I’m in love with you,” I whisper.
He tries to smile but his eyes flood instead. “Don’t love me more than your dreams, myshka. Because I love you too much to let you give them up for me.”
I never even dreamed of finding love. It’s been low on my list of pursuits. I thought I’d tackle that later. Maybe in ten years. I’d fall in love for the first time then.
I wish someone would’ve told me that you can’t search for love. That one day, it will find you.
An unexpected thing.