Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Book Tour : Cirque Act 2 by Ashleigh Giannoccaro @HeaBookToursPR @colourmyugly

Cirque: Act 2
by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

Release Date:
January 20th, 2017

Dark Romance

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Without my box I can’t be me

Kidnapped by a clown close to the sea

He’s torn inside where one equals two

One I hate, the other I love true

Secrets and lies become alibis

Sivan is damaged, it’s in his eyes

Riddles unravel when you know who masters

Now Imogene’s only home is Masters

An eye playing spy held me together

When I broke, he broke, two ends of frayed tether

We’re joined by the past like twin souls in hell

Innocent angels molested, and fell

I escaped it, but need to go back.

To love the man with his face painted black.

The circus is known for its eternal magic

Our tent of freedom is simply tragic.

Once a little girl fell, then she fell for me

I’m a fool, and she’s a fool for me

There’s a clown inside us all; a purpose

But this life, it’s all just a circus.



I squash the costumes, and bits I bought, into my car as best I can. The back window is completely blocked and I cannot see out of it at all. The clothing smells old and has that musty, almost stale smell, as if the sweat of the original owners is still in the fabric. 

The pictures from his office have my mind spinning. He was part of my circus; he was there. That was his family’s circus. When I asked he just got upset and dismissed me, hurrying me to leave. I struck a nerve with him. I desperately want to know more, to ask him more, but risk losing him as a supplier.

My last task is shopping. We need food, toilet paper, and the other shit required to live on the fringes. I stop at the small coastal town nearest my new home and make my way around the few stores there. All I require are the basics, and a somewhat decent coffee. The folks in the stores eye me like the stranger I am, looking me up and down. 

In a small grocer I gather fresh produce to cook with. A friendly girl behind the counter smiles and greets me; she doesn’t look at me like the older people have.

“Do you know where I can get a haircut in town?” I ask, while she bags my purchases into green plastic bags. She snickers and looks at me with a sweet smile. 

“Two blocks up turn left, there’s a barber, but I think he’d shave it bald if you let him at that.” She eyes my messy long hair. “I wouldn’t cut it if I were you. Here.” She rolls a hair tie off her skinny wrist and hands it to me. “Just pull it back. The man-bun is all the rage nowadays.” 

Giving a nod of thanks I pull my hair up into her pink elastic band and pay for the groceries. The final item on my list is done and I am relieved, ready to return to my own world and leave this charade of normal behind me. 

“Thank you.” I smile as I grab the bags from the end of her counter.

“Pleasure, new guy in town.” She giggles and turns to help the purple haired old lady who has now ambled up to her cash register. 

I leave the store feeling better. This day wasn’t what I hoped it to be, and the answers I wanted are now more questions. My heart is heavy with my mother’s confessions and Gavin’s betrayal. I am human and I feel just like they do. 

Fuck me, this is all hurting me more than it should. 

The short drive back home isn’t long and the hot afternoon sun is relentless on the car. Even with the AC on the sun burns me through the window. 

Bouncing on the rutted dirt track I make my way to the tent, uneasiness making me check my mirrors and scan the surrounds. I feel as if I have been outed; that someone knows I am here now. 

When I get out into the searing heat I look at the trailer where she is, and she is standing at my window staring out at me. She looks tired and dirty, broken and defeated. I hardly recognise my beautiful aerial dancer, but I recognise something else. Her eyes are as dead as the ones I watched through the window that summer, glassed over and devoid of emotion, as if the soul in them has perished and floated away with the wind. 

Cirque Series on Goodreads:

My Review of Cirque: Act 1 HERE

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The clown is BACKKKKKK!!! 

When I finished reading Act 1, I was left speechless. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would fall for a clown. I hate clowns. I changed my mind, but only for Sivan. A. Giannoccaro’s intense, broken and mesmerizing clown captivated me from the very start. In this second Act, Sivan is more broken than ever. Every single piece of him needs his beautiful Imogene to keep moving forward. She makes him feel alive and she’s the only one that could love everything he represents. 

The demons of the past are coming back to haunt Sivan and Imogene in full force and the battle against their demons leaves them both gasping for air. In Act 1, I felt like Imogene was still a mystery to me. This totally changed in this book. I got to see her grow as a character and she did a lot of thinking when it down to finding out what she really wanted. This book was darker than the first one. Many scenes were difficult to read, but necessary to make us understand what was going on in the mind of Sivan and Imogene. 

This love story was dark, unique and captivating. The author did a phenomenal job at making us feel all the layers of pain that Sivan and Imogene were feeling. I wanted to reach into the book and give them both a comforting hug and tell them that everything would be alright. 

These characters have picked up every single piece of their broken souls and become who they were really meant to be. This book exceeded all of my expectations. This reading journey made me go through a hurricane of emotions. These books will linger with me for a long time. If you are looking for your next dark romance read, I highly suggest these books. 


I give, Cirque: Act 2, by A. Giannoccaro, 5 mesmerizing, dark,  even clowns need love stars!


About the Author:

Bestselling Author Ashleigh Giannoccaro writes edgy dark romance and erotic horror, self published by choice she writes the stories others don’t dare. Currently residing in Johannesburg South Africa with her husband and two daughters Ashleigh enjoys writing stories that make you fall in love with the unlovable and leave you asking questions. When not writing she can be found with her kindle in a sunny spot reading or traveling with her family. 

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