Welcome to the Cirque du Café. Come in, unwind, and sit for a spell. It arrives at random, sometimes impossibly crossing continents in the span of one night, known only by hushed whispers spread via word of mouth from one satisfied customer to the next. A traveling coffee shop with a very unique reputation and a peculiar menu of items that seem to be made of more than just cream and sugar. Order a Cookie Batter Breve to learn the name of your soulmate. Try an Espresso con Panna Noche if you wish to express your inner truth. A Butterscotch Vanilla Latte will cleanse your soul while a Dark Cherry Red Eye will curse enemies. And that menu item at the bottom that is blacked out? It is off limits. All menu items are served with a smile ... but choose carefully. The Cirque is staffed only by two baristas, one to work the day shift and one to work the night, and by Amberlee who is a long time apprentice working the dawn and dusk shifts. Since the moment the café into existence, there has always been only one apprentice. Until now. When a young man with an unknown past is curiously hired as a second apprentice, Amberlee is tasked with training him. But working at the café is no ordinary part time job, and unprecedented danger has been growing. Threats have been made against the café and its sister structures, the Cirque du Fleúr and the Cirque du Fortúne, and a string of murders seem to follow these traveling taverns. A very obvious message is beginning to unfold; someone knows where and how the Cirques travel, and for whatever reason, they are not pleased. Rotating through new cities and memorable landmarks, an odd yet charming crew of characters, midday adventures and late night secrets, magic drinks, and vanishing fires, it is up to the apprentices to solve the trail of death and reveal the mysterious murderers before the Cirques are shut down and disappear forever. Along with all of their employees. (all rights reserved)

I entered his room, my eyes filled with tears, and my heart pounding fast. He had his back towards me, wearing a black tux, he stood tall. "You wanted to know how I feel about you," I stated and swallowed my tears. He slowly turned around and gave a jerk to his brow. "I'm here to confess," I closed my eyes and tears rolled down my cheeks. It was hard for me to confess my feelings before someone who has done nothing but ruin my life, on top of that, surrendering before he was hard too. He was watching my face with a smirk of pride. "I love you, Sawyer!" I mumbled, noticing his unbuttoned shirt. His smile grew bigger and he scoffed, licking his lower lip and narrowing his eyes, he knew he has won. "Who is this babe?" my whole world shook under my feet when a girl walked out of the bathroom with his shirt on. She wasn't wearing anything other than his shirt. "She is a fan." he joked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to his chest. A gasp escaped my lips and I gulped, the pain was too much. "Is she going to stand here and ruin our night?" she questioned, rolling her eyes and playing on his chest with her fingers. "Why?" I whispered, my eyes watching Sawyer with pain and questions in them. How can he make me confess and then sleep with someone else? "Well, you can enjoy it with my guards if you like." He stated very disrespectfully, the hope of love, the wish of a happy life, and the thought of Sawyer with this girl, not only broke my heart but it broke me.

In a sick way, I prefer nightmares. I hate good dreams because I know when I wake up, she won't be there. Book 3 in the In Love Series ORDER OF BOOKS Spitfire in Love Reckless in Love Wicked in Love