Luka by Jane Harvey-Berrick…Blog Tour Stop & Review

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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. ****


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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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My Review:


Luka is the second book in author Jane Harvey-Berrick’s Rhythm Series and being a big fan of this author I was excited to read this newest release.  If there’s one thing I know I can count on from Ms. Harevy-Berrick it’s a well-written story with interesting and complex characters.  Luka was no exception.

I want to start out by saying this is not a true love triangle book, which is good, because I’m just not a fan of all the angst that a love triangle brings.  That being said, this book still had an immense amount of angst.  For me, I love when those kind of high emotions are done well, and it certainly was with Luka. I also want to let you know you really don’t have to have read the first in the series to dive into this installment. I hadn’t had a chance to read the previous book and I was still able to enjoy Luka.

Ok now to get to the nitty gritty! You can really get a good feel for how Luka is just by reading the synopsis.  Luka isn’t bad or good, he’s just a pretty regular 27 year old single guy.  Acting like single guys do.  Partying, finding new partners to share his bed with, and it really didn’t matter if it was a man or a woman.  For Luka the idea was just to live life and enjoy every minute.  I really liked him a lot and yet at the same time my heart broke for him.  He goes thorough some pretty rough things in this story and was treated pretty poorly at times.  I experienced a wide range of emotions as I read.  I was angry, upset, sad, and sympathetic.  I just wanted some good for Luka and I didn’t care whose arms he found it in.  I don’t want to go too much into the plot because It’s not something I want to ruin for anyone of you.  Trust me when I tell you, it’s raw, gritty, moving, touching, emotional, and all the things this author does so damn well!

If you’re looking for something decidedly different from a typical romance, this is a story you should pick up.  Thank you Ms. Harvey-Berrick for yet another touching read.


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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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