Excerpt: Circus Bim Bom: A Cold War Adventure by Cliff Lovette
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Book details:
Title: Circus Bim Bom: A Cold War Adventure
Series: Book One of a Duology
Author: Cliff Lovette
Publication Date: March 1, 2026
Publisher: Bim Bom Books
Print Length: 478 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction / Romantic Adventure / Political Intrigue
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1990. The Soviet Empire is unraveling. A circus has just arrived in America.
When the first privately owned Soviet circus arrived in America in 1990, as the Soviet Empire unraveled, its elite performers hoped to build cultural bridges through spectacular shows. Instead, this prestigious troupe faced a perilous journey through Cold War America.
Circus director Yuri had to navigate treacherous waters where American mobsters, Soviet agents, and political forces circled like predators. As high-stakes conspiracies threatened to tear the circus family apart, they confronted an impossible choice: the authoritarian chains of home or the uncertain promise of freedom.
Young aerialist Anton dreamed of becoming a clown against his family's wishes, while forbidden romances blossomed between Soviet performers and Americans who saw past the ideological divide.
Can human connection transcend ideology? Can storytelling bridge the divides that separate us?
As the Ringmaster reminds us, "The best Soviet stories are like vodka—they burn with suffering, intoxicate with conflict, keep you stewing in reflection, and leave you yearning for your heart's desire."
Based on true events the author learned in 1991, when the circus's American road manager became a client at his Atlanta entertainment law firm.
For readers who love: Historical fiction, romantic adventure, and Cold War intrigue. Features 45+ embedded YouTube links to period music and historical footage—an immersive multimedia reading experience that brings Cold War America and the crumbling USSR to life.
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What Makes This Novel Different
Circus Bim Bom offers an innovative multimedia reading experience. The novel includes 45+ YouTube links to period music, historical speeches, and cultural moments embedded throughout—readers can listen to the actual songs characters dance to as they waltz, and watch Reagan's Brandenburg Gate speech as it's referenced in the text.
The companion website (www.bimbombookclub.com) extends the story beyond the page:
Character Avatars: 25+ talking video introductions where characters speak directly to readers
Re-Imagined Circus Posters
Book Club Experience: Interactive forums, live chat, and community discussions
Historians Room(under construction): A space for Cold War history buffs to fact-check the novel, explore primary sources, and debate historical accuracy
Evil Angel lounged against a Hershey's Kisses lamppost, smirking. "Relax, Maria. He'll get his sugar fix soon enough."
They arrived at the carousel, where lights from hundreds of hand-blown bulbs reflected off brass poles and mirrored panels, piercing the evening mist. Evil angel released a long, low whistle, his eyebrows raised in grudging admiration.
CJ gestured to the carousel, his voice swelling with pride. "This beauty is a moving piece of our nation's history. Thousands of hours went into hand-carving and painting these horses. Five hundred hand-milled pieces run this masterpiece, and hand-painted Miss Liberties and gilded American Eagles commemorate our victory in WWI."
The carousel's wooden platform creaked beneath their feet as CJ touched a carved horse's mane. "Listen," he whispered. "Every sound tells a story—the craftsmen who carved these horses, the families who've ridden them. Even the squeaks have history."
As Raisa circled the platform, she ran her fingers over the glazed black mane of a galloping circus jumper. The stallion's muscles gleamed under the carousel lights, its tail streaming behind like a banner—a frozen moment of equine grace. Its circus-themed saddle blanket was fringed in bright yellow and adorned with stars and stripes. Its mouth gaped, as if gasping for air.
CJ pointed out the hand-painted murals by post-war European artisans: Rotterdam's bustling port and Bavaria's idyllic landscapes—snapshots of a world forever changed. His voice carried the pride of twenty years of stewardship.
Evil Angel rolled his eyes. "Here comes another history lesson."
"The artists painted scenes inspired by their homelands: a mother and child, a man with his ladylove, a Bavarian family, and a matador in a bullfight. With twenty mirrored panels and a thousand hand-blown light bulbs, the designer spared no expense."
CJ shook his head. "Today's merry-go-rounds are made of aluminum and plastic. Beauty nourishes the soul; expediency breeds indifference. For most visitors, it's just another ride."
Raisa and Stallion studied each panel, pointing out the historical details as if they were in a living museum.
As they approached a Wurlitzer organ, CJ's eyes sparkled with excitement. "This handcrafted, self-playing machine is one of only a few military band organs powered by a hidden steam engine."
"It's a Wurlitzer with a hundred and sixty-four pipes, fifty-four keys, sixteen bells, a trombone, trumpet, violin, and cello, plus a glockenspiel and wooden flute—rich, like an orchestra. You can't replicate its sound with a synthesizer."
The Wurlitzer's brass pipes gleamed like a miniature cathedral organ under the carnival lights.
"They stopped making these in the '50s—modern rides play CDs."
Stallion lifted Raisa onto her circus horse, his hands lingering on her waist as he stood beside her.
As steam hissed from the pipes, the first notes of a Parisian-themed waltz, "Ekaterina" floated out—first violin, then piano, and finally the whole orchestra. The mechanical heart of the carousel ticked beneath their feet, counting down to magic. ¹⁴
Raisa's circus-trained balance found its rhythm as the carousel stirred to life—the jumper rising and falling in perfect tempo. With her red heels resting in the stirrups, Raisa recalled a creaky old metal carousel horse in Leningrad. Nothing was as extravagant as this. She hummed along with the melancholy tune, Stallion feeding off her smile.
After several turns, the Wurlitzer picked up the tempo with Shostakovich's Second Waltz, and Raisa's horse cranked up and down in a faster gallop. She remembered dancing this Russian waltz in circus school.
Raisa looked down at Stallion's dark, wavy hair and up at his broad chest as her steed pumped up and down. Their eyes locked. Swaying with one hand on the saddle and the other on the horse's neck, Stallion enjoyed the Russian waltz, though he preferred the Viennese. ¹⁵
The Wurlitzer shifted from Shostakovich to Strauss, its steam-powered valves opening like mechanical lungs. The "Voices of Spring" filled the night air. ¹⁶
As the tempo quickened, Raisa's horse pumped faster, and her fingers tightened around the brass shaft as her horse rose and fell. Stallion recognized the "Voices of Spring" and could no longer remain idle. His hands found Raisa's waist, and he swung her side-saddle and lifted her from the horse to the carousel's edge.
Muscle memory took over: his right hand grasped her left, their fingers intertwined, her hand curling over his shoulder. With his free hand on her back, he led her into a waltz. Raisa's spine straightened, each instrument joining the symphony like another dancer entering their spinning world. The Viennese tempo spun them outward as the carousel sped up.
They swung gracefully in swift circles against the carousel's rotation, defying physics with every spin. The platform's momentum battled their steps, threatening to hurl them outward as they twirled inward. Laughing breathlessly, their hearts pounded as they resisted the carousel's centrifugal force. Their synchronized steps kept them balanced on the edge of a spinning world,
aware that any movement could fling them off the ride.
Each turn showcased years of dance training: her flawless arabesque, his confident lead, their shared rhythm. Their bodies remembered steps learned in different worlds—his in UCLA's dance studio, hers in Moscow's circus school.
Evil Angel conducted an invisible orchestra while Good Angel desperately clung to the brass pole, her apron fluttering, muttering Italian prayers.
Beneath the platform, hand-milled gears meshed, their precision concealed by carved panels. Each revolution sent the dancers gliding past mirrors, their reflections multiplying into infinity. The hand-blown bulbs illuminated their dance in amber and gold, while starlight glimmered in the horse's glass eyes.
As the gears clicked faster, their waltz matched the acceleration—one-two-three, one-two-three—until the painted horses and chariots blurred into streaks of gold and crimson, galloping at Cupid's hand. Keeping pace, Stallion and Raisa moved with a precision that only trained bodies could achieve.
The world contracted to essential points—her hand in his, shared breath, perfect timing. Their finesse showed in every effortless turn. Everything else faded, disappearing into their locked gazes.
Memories flickered through Raisa's mind—rigorous training, the thrill of dancing to forbidden Western records. But this was a magic she had never known: raw and free, unfettered by state-approved choreography.
Evil Angel marveled at how one would be flung off the ride if the other let go. He clipped his cigar: "An unusual predicament for a budding relationship—let alone a first date." Nothing he said could distress Good Angel—she was enchanted, dabbing the corner of her apron against her teary eyes.
Steam rose from the Wurlitzer as the last notes of Strauss lingered. The carousel's spin slowed like a music box winding down. Evil Angel straightened his tie; Good Angel blew into her hanky, while dust motes danced in the soft light.
Still immersed in the waltz's rhythm, Raisa's red heels found solid ground as Stallion's hands steadied her waist.
As they caught their breath, CJ led them on, his voice softening. "Back then, the waltz shocked society—it was the first dance where men and women held hands. They called it The Forbidden Dance. Churches condemned it as sinful. Religious zealots threatened composers and instructors with death."
"The Times of London wrote, 'The waltz involves the voluptuous intertwining of limbs and close compression of bodies, in ungodly violation of ladies' decency and morals.' Fathers were warned against exposing their daughters to such a contagion. In the end, though, the teenagers won the day."
Evil Angel tugged on Good Angel's apron. "Wasn't that what happened to Elvis?"
CJ shook his head in admiration. "Wow! I think you both deserve some chocolate. Follow me to Hershey heaven."
Night settled deeper over the park. The string lights cast warm pools of light, while shadows thickened between them as they headed to the Chocolate Emporium. A breeze carried the sweetness of chocolate and candy floss from nearby confectionery tents.
CJ led them beneath a massive neon sign that flashed: "Hershey's Chocolate Emporium."
The emporium rose before them like a temple of chocolate. Raisa's eyes widened as she took in the lavish displays, a stark contrast to the bare shelves and endless queues of Moscow's government-run stores.
Floor-to-ceiling candy chutes dispensed bite-sized samples—Kit Kats...
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¹⁴ Listen to "Carousel (a French Waltz)", from composer and artist Ekaterina.
¹⁵ Listen to the "Suite for Jazz Orchestra No. 2" by Dmitri Shostakovich
¹⁶ Listen to "Voices of Spring Waltz" composed by Johann Strauss
Father, storyteller, and dog lover living in Sandy Springs, Georgia, with London curled at his feet. Cliff Lovette is an entertainment lawyer who learned about the real Circus Bim Bom in 1991 when the circus's American road manager became a client at his Atlanta law firm. Circus Bim Bom: A Cold War Adventure is the first book in his debut duology
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Thanks so much for participating in the Yarde Blog Tour. I read my excerpt--the first time in a while. That is one of my favorite scenes. Two strangers from lands on opposite sides of Earth, not speaking each other's language on a first date. They spoke in dance--and chocolate. Thanks for supporting self-published authors. Cliff
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