Welcome to the Circus Series by Lani Lynn Vale

Sometimes you need to crash a funeral to experience happiness. At least, Kissimmee Singh, aerial artist for Singh Circus, the most sought-after traveling circus of all time, keeps telling herself that’s why she crashes funerals. In reality, she’s lost and confused. Sometimes it’s nice to experience other people’s grief and be reminded that life isn’t as bad as it could be. Though attending the funeral of some random old man that died of cancer wasn’t supposed to change her life completely... moreSometimes you need to crash a funeral to experience happiness. At least, Kissimmee Singh, aerial artist for Singh Circus, the most sought-after traveling circus of all time, keeps telling herself that’s why she crashes funerals. In reality, she’s lost and confused. Sometimes it’s nice to experience other people’s grief and be reminded that life isn’t as bad as it could be. Though attending the funeral of some random old man that died of cancer wasn’t supposed to change her life completely. It does. With one look at the grieving man and woman, she realizes that this was one funeral she probably should’ve stayed away from. He’s in a black suit, black undershirt, black gloves, and black shoes. He looks like the devil himself. When she tries to make a run for it, he follows and demands to know why she’s there. If she’d known he was going to be trouble, she’d have stayed away. If she’d known that he’d follow her to their next stop, she might’ve tried a little harder to hide who she was. What she was. But she didn’t. Instead, she gave him everything in one single night. And will live to regret it. less

Welcome to the Circus is a brand-new series that centers around a family that owns a circus, 6 sisters and one brother. This is book 1 featuring Val & Felix.

Seventy shades of messed up. That was what she’d been told about herself for nearly her entire life. From a young age, she knew what it was like to be hated. To be loathed so much by a person that they literally resented the air you breathed. For her entire childhood, she fought to live, despite her father’s constant effort to make her life a living hell... moreSeventy shades of messed up. That was what she’d been told about herself for nearly her entire life. From a young age, she knew what it was like to be hated. To be loathed so much by a person that they literally resented the air you breathed. For her entire childhood, she fought to live, despite her father’s constant effort to make her life a living hell. Her sisters and brother have no clue what kind of closet psychopath their father really was, and she’ll die before she ruins their picture-perfect view of him. Why? Because she’s already broken. There’s no fixing this kind of damaged. But there’s no reason everyone else needs to suffer, too. *** From the moment Hannibal Peters laid eyes on Hades Singh, he knew she was the one. That was why he ran. That was why, when he saw her suffering, he couldn’t stay away. less

It’s not every day you meet a man at the bar, stare at him for hours, and then right when you decide to make a move, he gets up to leave. Worse, when you follow him outside, you see him completely change his appearance by shucking a wig and a button down shirt, dropping them into the nearest trash can. When Crimson looks around to see who noticed the complete one-eighty that’s just taken place, not a single person notices or cares. When she looks back, he’s gone... moreIt’s not every day you meet a man at the bar, stare at him for hours, and then right when you decide to make a move, he gets up to leave. Worse, when you follow him outside, you see him completely change his appearance by shucking a wig and a button down shirt, dropping them into the nearest trash can. When Crimson looks around to see who noticed the complete one-eighty that’s just taken place, not a single person notices or cares. When she looks back, he’s gone. Dejected, she leaves, thinking maybe she’d hallucinated and made the whole night up. Only, just as she passes a dark alley, she’s taken. Literally and figuratively. That’s the night that Winston Cyrus Osborn, III walks into her life. *** Crimson is the worst type of woman. She’s curious. And curiosity kills the cat in his line of work. With nothing else left to lose, he’s set to rid this world of the filth that infests it. And in doing that, he’s made a lot of enemies that would like nothing better than to ruin him and every single person he cares about. At every turn, she’s there, insinuating herself into his life. And despite his attempts to keep her at arm’s length, she blows past every single barrier he erects. He should really stay away. He should also make sure that she stays out of his business. Yet, he keeps letting her in. And she keeps reminding him why he wants her to stay. less

AITA: Am I the asshole? Five years ago when she left, she broke my heart. No warning. No hey, this isn’t working out. No nothing. Just poof. One day she’s there, in my bed, and we’re talking about our futures. The next, she’s gone. So when she shows up five years later and acts like she didn’t leave me with a broken heart, I get angry. So. Freakin’. Angry. Of course, this is where I spiral. When we went through medical school together, we were on equal footing. Not anymore... moreAITA: Am I the asshole? Five years ago when she left, she broke my heart. No warning. No hey, this isn’t working out. No nothing. Just poof. One day she’s there, in my bed, and we’re talking about our futures. The next, she’s gone. So when she shows up five years later and acts like she didn’t leave me with a broken heart, I get angry. So. Freakin’. Angry. Of course, this is where I spiral. When we went through medical school together, we were on equal footing. Not anymore. Now I’m her attending, and I’ve made it my personal mission to make her life hell. She wants to finish up her residency and finally become a doctor? Well, she’ll have to go through every single bad thing I can throw at her, first. Seeping, maggot-infested, pus-filled bed sore? Yep, that’s hers to take care of. Man shitting every three seconds uncontrollably? That’s also hers. Man and woman having a baby while also in the throes of a divorce? You guessed it. Hers. If I can make her leave after what she put me through, I’ll feel accomplished. Only problem is, I forgot how determined Valhalla Singh was. Guess she’ll be reminding me. Because Valhalla wasn’t named that for nothing. less

Every single thing you want is going to require you to be uncomfortable. Those words had been shared with her by the one man she didn’t think she could take a chance on. She just didn’t know that he was right, or that he was going to be the one making her uncomfortable. Nash Wilder Christopherson was the world’s golden boy. For fifteen years, she watched Nash race from the safety of her phone. Every single race, PR event, ESPN interview—she was there for it... moreEvery single thing you want is going to require you to be uncomfortable. Those words had been shared with her by the one man she didn’t think she could take a chance on. She just didn’t know that he was right, or that he was going to be the one making her uncomfortable. Nash Wilder Christopherson was the world’s golden boy. For fifteen years, she watched Nash race from the safety of her phone. Every single race, PR event, ESPN interview—she was there for it. He was the one thing that kept her sane while having to live the life her father forced her to. That was all he’d ever be to her, though. A face on the other side of the screen. Until he showed up at her apartment complex, carried her sister down hundreds and hundreds of stairs during a fire, and changed her opinion of him. Nash Christopherson was Mean. With a capital M. And he couldn’t stand her. *** He thought he had everything under control. Then he met her. Nash knew from the moment he saw Zip waiting in her apartment, looking panicked, that she was going to damage him. She was going to pull him in, chew him up, and spit him out. What he didn’t know was just how much damage he could take. Nearly a year passed as he tried and failed to stay away. A full year of her smiles, her playful jabs, her teasing, her eyes on him. Then he got news that changed his life, and she finally took matters into her own hands, forcing herself into his life and pretty much giving him everything he ever wanted. Everything was great, until it wasn’t. Life smacked him hard, and when the dust settled, she was gone. The only sign that she was ever there was the cracked and bleeding heart, half beating inside his chest, that yearned to hold her one more time. less

I don’t know who needs to hear this but take a day off from being the bigger person. Fuck some shit up.Those words were said to him by a stranger in the airport. And from that moment on, he’s only had eyes for her.Too bad they met when she was taking off for three months to parts unknown. Otherwise, Keene Day—yes, that was really his godforsaken name—would’ve tried a little harder to get her info.Lucky for him, fate takes pity on him.They meet over and over again in the airport... moreI don’t know who needs to hear this but take a day off from being the bigger person. Fuck some shit up.Those words were said to him by a stranger in the airport. And from that moment on, he’s only had eyes for her.Too bad they met when she was taking off for three months to parts unknown. Otherwise, Keene Day—yes, that was really his godforsaken name—would’ve tried a little harder to get her info.Lucky for him, fate takes pity on him.They meet over and over again in the airport. First in the security line, then at the terminal where they’re both on the same plane. Finally, after a few delayed flights, an emergency landing, and a six-hour road trip, he finally pulls his head out of his ass long enough to get her info.And over the next few weeks, they talk over the phone and get to know each other.But fate is funny.Just as easily as it can bring you to a person, it can tear them away, too.And Ande Carter’s life is about to take a turn for the worse.But Keene is there for it all. The good, bad, and ugly.Whether she wants him there or not. less