She’s a beauty but I’m the beast she won’t forget. Getting hit by lighting was a lot like getting struck by love—shock, adrenaline, and fear all spiraling into a giant ball in the pit of your stomach. Meeting the spitfire Violet was the second time in my life such a force struck me. But it felt a hell of a lot better. She is pure electric energy and I’ll never forget the moment the tiny woman with engine red hair smiles at me from the audience. The beauty spins my world on its axis and becomes my center focus, distracting me with every bite of her lip. I may be a monster to want a woman so young and innocent, but they don’t call me the beast of the Circus for nothing. As strong as ten men half my age, and cocky enough to take what I want. Violet will be mine. If only for tonight. This isn’t a life I would wish for her, but our bodies beg for just one kiss, but will I be able to let her go