Enchanted

Feet agile. Long steps to the carnival tent. Step up on the magic carpet. Get away.

Strong hands. Callused palms. Shuffling a deck of cards. I can only choose one.

Brown hair. Specks of fairy dust I showered on you.

Full lips. Uttering spells and charms.

Entrapping, mystifying. Strange unknown languages, yet so familiar.

Mismatched eyes. One green, one grey.Carefully watching everyone. Carefully watching me.

But you are a trickster. I am your audience. Sometimes I feel like your show is only for me. Other times, I am just another in a crowd of people captivated by your tricks.

I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.
Because your words are lies. Illusions. For some reason I don’t mind.

With the click of your fingers, you disappear. Evanescence.

Were you even there to begin with?

Hearts series by L.H. Cosway

Some times, some books leave a mark on your heart.

The first book of this series, Six Of Hearts, was lying in my TBR list for a long while. Three days ago, I decided I should give it a go. And hence started my journey with this amazing series, and I’m reading the last book now.

Okay first of all these books have playlists from the author on Spotify, which is not available in my country (yes, my luck). So I’m not going to make playlists for this (Secret: I really wanted to, though).

Aaaand the reviews:

Six of Hearts (Hearts, #1)

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Step right up and meet Jay Fields: Illusionist. Mentalist. Trickster.

I think in triangles. You think in straight lines.

I show you a table and make you believe it’s a chair.

Smoke and mirrors, sleight of hand, misdirection. I trick and deceive.

But most of all, I put on a good show.

The world thinks I killed a man, but I didn’t. Bear with me. It’s all a part of the plan.

Revenge is what I want. I want it for me and I want it for her.
I want it for all six of us.

She doesn’t remember me, but she’s the reason for everything. She’ll be my prize at the end of all this–if I can hold onto my willpower, that is. Maybe I’ll slip up a little, have a taste, just a small one.

So go ahead and pick a card. Come inside and see the show. Look at my hands, look so closely that you can’t see what’s happening while you’re so focused on looking. I’ll be destroying your world from right here in the spotlight.

You’ll never see me coming until it’s too late.

I’ve only got one heart, and after I’ve pulled off my grand deception I’ll hand it right to her.

So, sit back, relax, and let my girl tell you our story. You’re in for one hell of a ride.

 

Jay Fields is the new love of my life. He is funny, arrogant, mysterious, sexy, smart, intelligent, and guess what… he is an illusionist. We get his POV only in the prologue of the book, and the rest of it is the female POV. Jay, or Jason, is going to confuse you, frustrate you, and definitely make you love him.

Matilda, our simple, cliche heroine, works for her dad who is a solicitor. She meets Jay Fields here, and he ends up being a tenant at her house. And in the midst of her search for an epic love, this mysterious stranger complicates everything. Predictable much? Do I care?

“Life is more fun with a little smoke and mirrors.“- Jay.

I must give the author a standing ovation for the way she potrayed the magic tricks. It felt like I was watching a magic show live, with my very own eyes, her words literally painted a picture. I can imagine how much research that took. I am glad to finally find a book which shows strain in relations with proper reasons, not just “Hey I meet you, you look great, lets get together, oh no problem, and then solution, and happily ever after”. That is what romance books have become. But no siree, this book, I loved. This book, was different.

All over this beautiful magical story captured my heart. Its unique concept, fresh characters (except Matilda, she is cliched like i mentioned before), and enchanting presentation makes it a 5 stars rating worthy read.

And just a piece of advice:

“Never try to out-trick a trickster.”– Matilda.

Hearts of Fire (Hearts, #2)

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The Circus Spektakulär is proud to present Jack McCabe: Fire-breather, knife-thrower, risk-taker.

My house burned down when I was just a boy, robbing me of both my parents.

Now I breathe fire, eat the poison that almost killed me.

Crowds come to see me night after night. Men for the spectacle, women for the thrill. I’m an oddity to be stared at and desired. With each flame I spit, I risk my life.

I wear scars on my body that will never go away, but the scars inside my head are far more difficult to overlook.

My brother doesn’t know me, and if I have it my way he never will.

Life was going exactly the way I’d planned until Lille came along. She wanted to run away with the circus, have an adventure, but this world was never meant for her.

I try to keep her safe, because she doesn’t know the dangers that are out here on the road. She doesn’t know the monsters that lurk behind the bright lights of the ring. In truth, I could be considered one of them.

We were fashioned from different cloths, never intended to mix. So I watch her. I try not to touch, even when her eyes invite me.

Join us in the Spiegeltent and let us give you a show. Allow my Lille to draw a picture for you in paint and sweat and skin.

The truest love is always the hardest to let in.

(Take a look at this beautiful, beautiful book trailer I came across on Youtube)

Jack Fields, brother of Jay Fields, is a fire-breather and knife-thrower. Lille is an artist studying business. When they meet at a circus, and Lille flees her house to live with this travelling group, this unlikely couple finds love.

But love isn’t easy. Jack’s past haunts him, he is a quiet man, and is reluctant to give away his heart. Lille is a dreamer, her colorful world is very different from Jack’s. The story takes a turn when mysterious happenings start occurring at the circus, and the two lost souls are brought together.

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Again, another masterpiece by L.H.Cosway. The circus spirit, the suspense, the love, oh my god the feels :3

King of Hearts (Hearts, #3)

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Welcome to the City, London’s most prestigious square mile, where finance reigns and Oliver King is a rising prince.

I used to rule the world.

There might be wolves on Wall Street, but there were crocodiles in Canary Wharf. Some of us craved money. Some of us craved power.

I liked money, and power had its advantages, but what I really wanted was to excel, to surpass the men who came before me. I never cared much for love and romance until I met Alexis.

I could feel it the very moment she walked into the interview, with her outspoken charm and vivacious personality. She cast all the others in shadow, made me laugh when life held no humour. Our friendship should have remained professional, but it wasn’t long before the lines started to blur.

You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men? Well, I never foresaw where my plans would lead, and only in my darkest hour did I finally see the light…

You can have all the money and prestige in the world and still be the poorest man alive. And love, well, I hate to use a tired old cliché, but love can be the thing that truly sets you free.

“And I fear if I made you my queen, I could no longer be a king.”

I thought i wouldn’t like this book so much. We had met King in the previous book , and he was a raging alcoholic, beyond repair. Half of this book is an explanation of his past.

But then you get to know the previous version of King and oh my god, he definitely rules hearts. I won’t say anything about him. Because I won’t be able to stop. :3

Alexis Clark is a fantastic female lead. She is super-smart, super-cool, and the banter- god help me- fabulous.

^(Okay did anyone else have 50 shades of Grey-ish deja vu with this picture?)

The ending, it was a bit farfetched. I wish they showed King as a better person in the previous book, I would have believed more in his redemption chances.

But I still loved it, because which romantic person does not love a happy ending? 😀

Hearts of Blue (Hearts, #4)

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She upholds the law. He breaks it.

Two blue hearts, both alike in bravery
In not-so-fair London, where we lay our scene
From gun crime to petty theft
Where family is blood and survival makes hands unclean
In this place, we find two hearts who should be foes
And yet, amidst the turmoil their love still grows
Misadventure abounds and the divide will bring them strife
But with luck, death doesn’t always mean an end to life.

Currently reading. Watch this space for review. 🙂

CAUTION: This series is only meant for romance lovers, or want-to-be-turned-into-romance-lovers.

Have you read this series? Do you want to? Any other book you want to recommend to me from this genre? Comment box awaits!

Happy reading  guys!

-Sripurna XO

 

Legend says…

They say you are worthless, you never have and never will deserve my love, and sometimes at night, when the lights are long gone, I wonder if they are right. But in the morning , when I see you again, I don’t remember a single reason for not loving you. They say you are Narcissus, obsessed with your own self, selfish and oblivious to love coming from any other direction. They say I’m Echo, forever pining away for her “perfect” Narcissus, with no real life of her own. They say this story ends with me wasting away without your love and you drowning in your own vices. And I believe them. I know its true. But maybe I want to be Echo, maybe I want you to be Narcissus, just so that history carries our names together, binding them to each other in an inseparable bond. Maybe all I want is to be remembered, but only with you.

For the legend of Narcissus and Echo :http://www.echo.me.uk/legend.htm

Linger…

***Some characters in this tale might be real but the feelings and events portrayed are PURELY fictional. Okay so maybe ALL the events aren’t fictional, but the feelings DEFINITELY are.***

I walk down the staircase with my friends, wondering where he is. He is supposed to have an extra class after school, so I assume he is in his classroom. But I can’t help but hope to catch a glimpse of him before the four-day holiday we’ll have this weekend. Just then, as I spring down the familiar grey stairs, I see him on the landing walking up, probably going back to his class. He must have gone downstairs to fetch water. As he walks up, neither of us look at each other. His usually arrogant but cheerful face is grave and serious and its obvious that he isn’t making eye-contact on purpose. He passes right by me although there is a lot of space in the wide staircase. My heart beats so loud that I can actually hear it. He is so uncharacteristically silent that it is ridiculous. My friend not-so-subtly clears her throat from behind us. He still keeps his head low, and my eyes are on the ground too, although I can see him from my peripheral vision. And suddenly, just like that, the moment is over. He has reached the above landing and taken the next flight of stairs, while I have proceeded to the one below. He is gone, and I won’t see him for the next four days. But I am left with a realization- although I never meant to, I’ve fallen, and I’ve fallen hard.

I wrote this on Friday evening, and for some reason its kind of freaking me out. :-/

The color of your eyes..

I’ve never been close enough to see the color of your eyes. Even after years of staring at you, admiring you from a distance, I don’t know the color of your eyes. All I know is that its somewhere in between black and brown, obviously, like most people of our race. But its always bugged me, not knowing. I know you have a mole on your right cheek (or was it left, I might have forgotten in a year). I know your hair is pitch black, and you seem to think that spikes look really cool on it. I know you have a scar on your left arm, a little above your wrist, where you’d broken it when you fell off a bicycle. But the color of your eyes? I guess it’ll always remain a mystery to me. Just like you.

My eyes are dark brown, so dark that they almost look black from a distance. My dad has light brown eyes and I wish I’d inherited those instead of this bland color that my mom shares as well. But I guess that’s just me. Bland. Not plain ugly maybe, but not noticeable, never noticeable, in a crowd either. I merge with the walls . I’m part of the furniture. I exist, but sometimes even I forget that I do. I merely observe with these dull brown eyes of mine. They want to say a lot, but end up chickening out and saying pretty useless stuff. Like me.

His eyes are also brown, but the best shade of it. Light brown, and when the sun reflects on them, they look almost like heaven. There have been moments when I’ve just stared into his eyes while he spoke in that carefree, lively way of his. His eyes are warm, inviting- as if inspite of his rude and spoilt-brat-ish behavior, he might actually be a soft person. They make me feel safe, but I’m not fooled. The most attractive things are usually the most dangerous. But I can’t help myself. Those eyes are too hypnotic. They try to entice me with their warmth and invitation and promise of…something like home. Just like him.