Mirror Amour (Circotica Series)

 Acclaim for Jade Hart’s
COFFEE AND COCKPITS

This book will blow your freaking mind!! I couldn't believe the route this book takes! It completely jumped the tracks from the usual romance. It is a must read!—
Shana, Goodreads

Who doesn't love a little airplane action? Well this novel has the action, suspense, tailspins, and steam!! The tailspin in this book gave me whiplash that I was totally not expecting. It was beautiful and had me in tears and asking myself, is this possible? and if so how beautiful of a story.—
Kara, Book Crush Book Reviews

This is the place where I applaud to you, Jade. I would have never expected to read anything like that when I requested the review copy. Thank you!
Should you read it?
 Abso-freaking-lutely! A book like no other. It's a definite must read, people!—
Triin, T’s Bookish Moments

Acclaim for Jade Hart’s:
OCEAN KILLS

"Jade Hart's OCEAN KILLS sizzles as an intensely moving debut...It's time to make room for a new literary star!"
–Aiden James, bestselling author of The Judas Chronicles and Cades Cove

“My verdict–it easily gets 5 stars from me. Once I began reading, it was a race to the finish. I couldn’t stand not knowing what was going to happen and then, it ended! And, I still need more. I need to know more about her abilities, the markings, and Callan!”

—Fel Wetzig, Peasants Revolt

“This book is FANTASTIC!!! It is something paranormal that you have never seen before. The writing is exquisite, the story line flows, and you can't help but feel everything the characters do. This book has catapulted to my #1 favourite book. A must read!”

—Shana, Goodreads

“I'm a little mad at this author—because I missed out in serious sleep time!!
 I am over the moon with this series! Gimme gimme gimme more, as soon as possible!! 5 DEVASTATING CAPTIVATING AMAZING PAWS!!!”

—Maghon Thomas from Happy Tails and Tales Blog Reviews

BOOKS BY JADE HART

OCEAN BREEZE SERIES

Ocean Kills (Dec 2012)

Ocean Slays (coming 2013)

Ocean Hunts (coming late 2013)

STAND ALONE CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

Coffee and Cockpits (Apr 2013)

Octopus Lotto (coming mid-late 2013)

Snow-dust and Gold (coming early 2014)

Anamorphic Sight (coming 2014)

URBAN FANTASY

Loka (coming May 2013)

SEXY NOVELLA “Circotica” SERIES

Mirror Amour (May 2013)

Mirror Amour

Copyright ©
2013 Jade Hart

Published by Jade Hart

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, including electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return it to the seller and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work.

The name ‘Circotica’ was allowed to be used thanks to the approval of the New Zealand based circus: Circotica.
https://www.facebook.com/CircoticaCircus?fref=ts
and
http://www.circotica.com/
. In no way is this book based on their act or have any other affiliation apart from approval to use the name.

Published:
Jade Hart May 2013:
[email protected]

Cover Design:
by Megan at Abuse of Reason:
http://www.facebook.com/abuseofreason?fref=ts

Edited by:
Looking Glass Editing.
http://www.lookingglassediting.blogspot.co.nz/
and TJ Loveless and Robin Alexander at
http://www.cliffhangerediting.com/home.html

Images used in manuscript from Canstock Photos:
http://www.canstockphoto.com

The
big-top rolled into town the night of my twenty-fourth birthday.

Swaths of billowing material teased childhood memories as I drove home from work. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I peered through a rain-splattered windshield at the half-dressed man erecting the circus tent.

What the hell was such a fine, half-naked male doing on a blustery rainy day? Surely his rippling abs and cold-puckered skin wasn’t viewable material for children?

I rolled to a halt for a stoplight and couldn’t tear my eyes from the opulent dove-grey and purple of the big-top. None of the glaring yellows and blues from childhood arenas. This one screamed money—and something else—something sinful, decadent, and sent shivers down my spine as each spire punctured the sky.

A honk wrenched me from drooling over the man hoisting ropes; his arms bulging with hard work. The only thing separating us was the water-slicked road, and I had a great view of his damp skin, his jeans dark with rain. And yet, even in the chilly autumn air, he didn’t look bothered by the cold. His lean chest was that of an acrobat: sculpted, toned, lithe, and my fingertips ached for the perfection. I’d never been into the pretty package before, but hello! I didn’t mind indulging in some eye candy.

The honk came again, louder and obnoxious.

I glared at the old woman in my rear-view mirror. She flipped me off, and my mouth dropped open. Holy shit, how rude can some people be?

Grinding my teeth, I put my crap-box of a car into gear and took off, but not before the brown-haired acrobat with his five o’ clock scraggy shadow caught my eye.

My mouth went dry as he winked. Oh God. Something primitive shot through my body, and my foot slammed on the accelerator. My tyres squealed on the damp road, and my cheeks blazed as the man threw his head back and laughed.

Damn man and his stupid muscles.

Didn’t he know I favoured petri dishes and germs over a human specimen? I hadn’t studied all my life to be a microbiologist and not know about the chemical reaction my body was undergoing. It wasn’t anything more than feminine instincts wanting to mate with a nice example of male flesh. Nothing more. Nothing worth getting flustered about.

Almost as if the world decided I’d been focused on germs and viruses for too long, a soggy flyer fluttered with a gust of wind and splattered against my windshield.

I jumped at the sudden lack of visibility, and I reached for my wipers, then froze and slammed on my brakes.

My eyes widened even as my stomach grew hot and twisty.

In sexy, scrawling writing was an invitation:

Circotica invites you to Tassels of Tantalization.

Where fantasies are indulged, and reality is ignored.

One night only.

Strictly R18.

Couples encouraged.

Singles implored.

Entry must include recent medical health and proof of age.

We look forward to you
coming.

My cheeks kindled into flames at the last line. Holy shit, whoever was in charge of advertising wasn’t shy. Coming—there’d be no coming. No way in fiery hell would I go to something so… so
kinky
. Decorated around the edges of the invite were grainy photos of couples in all sorts of sexual poses—some bound, some in a dominatrix type position.

No wonder my skin flared with sinful thoughts when I first saw it. It wasn’t a circus for children; there’d be no lion tamers, or pretty woman wrapped in silk—actually there probably would be pretty women wrapped in silk—but it wouldn’t be child friendly. More like bondage… with velvet blindfolds, feathers, and syrup.

My mouth watered at the image of me shivering with delight as something sticky was poured over me and licked off. I blinked in shock. Never had something so erotic popped into my head before. Never had I thought of being tied up during sex, let alone paying for somewhere that did. Then again, I didn’t know what friskiness went on behind the purple and grey façade. I wouldn’t find out, either.