I'm very excited to be able to give you the cover of Entice by Rachel Van Dyken. I've been kept on the edge with the other books in the Eagle Elite Series and I'm hoping the same will be said with this one!!
Summary:
From #1 New York
Times Bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes the third book in the
bestselling Eagle Elite Series...
“As burns this
saint, so burns my soul. I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead.”
Chase Winter let
the love of his life slip through his fingers and into the hands of his best
friend and mafia boss of the Abandanato family. Now that he's been given a
second chance to right a wrong--he refuses to let his own selfishness stand in
the way. The only problem? He's not fully in possession of his heart, so when
Mil De Lange, the girl who's innocence he stole, and heir to the worst of the
worst mafia families in the US, asks him for a favor. He actually says yes, not
realizing that that one yes has the power to destroy them all.
Mil's been in
love with Chase as long as she can remember, but as the years went by, the love
turned to hate, and now that he's agreed to help her, she's wondering if she
made a fatal error. Because Chase isn't a teenager anymore. He's a hot blooded
male, bent on owning every part of her body and soul, and willing to kill
anyone in his path who dares stand in the way.
It's time for
secrets to finally be revealed...but make no mistake, it's going to take a lot
of bloodshed for those truths to be discovered.
You've never read
a New Adult Mafia story like this before...loyalties will be tested, lovers
reunited, and friendships obliterated. Welcome to the Family. Blood in--No out.
Excerpt:
Nixon
I checked the time on my cell and leaned
against the wall. The desert heat was not in any way helping my already-tense
mood and irritated disposition. A guy walked by, flicking his cigarette into
the dirt. Note to self: you know you're tense as hell when you’re halfway
tempted to grab said cigarette and suck the nicotine dry from the remains.
And I didn’t even smoke.
Shhhit.
My head hurt, my muscles were sore, and Trace
was pissed. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the building.
“Hey there.” A flirty voice
interrupted my self-inflicted torture session. I opened one eye, then two. A
blond-haired girl in six-inch heels and something I can only assume at one
point use to be a shirt, hanging over her shoulder, walked into my personal
space. Her shirt-dress thing barely met her thighs.
“Yes?” I kept my sunglasses on.
If I took them off and glared, she’d probably run screaming down the street,
and I wasn’t into scaring females… at least not in that way. I knew I
looked downright pissed as hell.
“Just thought you looked
lonely.” She lifted her shoulder and offered a teasing smile. Did that really
work on other guys?
“You thought wrong,” I said
simply. “I’m holding the wall up —
like Samson.”
“Samson?” She looked around as
if waiting for another man to appear.
“From the Bible,” I clarified.
“The what?”
“Gotta love Vegas,” I muttered
under my breath. “Look, I don’t want any.”
“Any what?” She ran a manicured
nail down my chest, biting down on her lip at the same time. I could only
imagine her point was to get me to stare at her lips, but all I felt was
irritation. Damn Chase and Mil. I just wanted to go to bed, but I needed to
talk with him before tomorrow.
“Sex.” My voice clipped. “I.
Don’t. Want. Any.”
“But—” She twirled a piece of blond- hair in her
fingers.
“I’m gay.”
“Right.” She snorted.
“I’m into men.”
“Oh really?” She closed the
distance between us. Just as I was ready to seriously put my hands on her and
push, I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder.
“Hey there, hot stuff.” Tex
said in a low voice as his hand grabbed my ass, cupping it with a little too
much enthusiasm. “You ready?”
I ground my teeth together and
forced a smile. “Yup.”
“Oh…” The girl stepped back.
“Um, sorry, you guys, uh, enjoy your night.” She pushed past Tex so fast I was
afraid she was going to teeter off her heels and get hit by a taxi.
“Tex.” I seethed.
“Hmm?” He took off his
sunglasses and tilted his head as the girl hurried away.
“You can take your hand off my
ass now.”
“Why? Afraid you like it too
much?”
I pushed against him.
“Just embrace your feelings!”
He shouted, earning the attention of a family walking by with their two little
kids.
I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and threw
him few feet away from me, trying my damnedest not to smile.
“Admit it. You keep me around
for comic relief.” Tex nodded with a smirk.
“I admit nothing.” I lost the
war against smiling and started laughing. “But I do keep your ass away from
Campisi, so remember that next time you start yelling about me being your
lover.”
“True.” Tex grinned. “Oh, and
P.S., don’t knock it till you try it.”
“P.S.,” I repeated in the same
voice. “Still pissed at you for screwing over my sister.”
“Yeah well.” Tex sobered. “It’s
for the best.”
“Breaking her heart and
bringing in whores is what’s best for her?”
Tex lifted his hands into the
air. “Look, I didn’t say my methods were sound or that they were intelligent,
just let us deal with it, okay? We’re big kids.”
“Kids.” I snorted. “That about
sums it up.”
A town car pulled up next to the curb. Chase
got out and then held out his hand to Mil. My eyes narrowed; she looked
different. Happier.
Her mom had just died, and she'd survived a
bombing.
And she was smiling like the Taliban had just
declared world peace.
Chase gripped her so tight that I saw the
white of his knuckles.
I tilted my head, still
watching them when Tex said. “Dude, you get laid?”
“Tex,” I snapped. “Go get
something for their luggage.”
“But—”
“Go.”
Tex flipped me off, but ended
up jogging over to the main entrance while I inspected both Mil and Chase. “I’m
not saying this to be an ass—”
“Here we go.” Mil crossed her
arms.
Chase waited.
I licked my lips and tried to
appear indifferent. “But if you guys start screwing each other now, I may have to shoot one or
both of you. It’s not the time to play house, got it?”
“Play house,” Chase repeated in
a deadpan voice as he dipped his free hand into his back pocket, most likely
clenching a pair of brass knuckles.
“I know it’s your honeymoon,” I
continued. “But this [P1] little scenario you’ve got
going on with the whole hot and cold is going to have to wait until everyone’s
safe. So Chase, keep it in your pants for once in your life, and Mil, stop
trying to seduce the poor kid, alright? It’s like dangling a damn fry in front
of a seagull.”
“Who’s a fry?” Tex asked,
pulling the luggage cart with him.
“Mil.”
“Are we eating dinner or
something? Because I have to admit,” Tex leaned against the cart, “I’m freaking
starving.” He eyed Chase and Mil. “Then again, I’m sure you both are too. All
those extracurricular really take it out of ya.”
Chase took off his sunglasses, his face
twisting in irritation and annoyance, no smile. Nothing. He was pissed.
“Chase,” I said slowly. “You
know I’m right. You’re the best I have. I need your focus to be on The Family.
Your family. Then you can screw all you want, okay?”
Mil looked like she wanted to punch me in the
face. Chase took a step forward, but she stopped him.
“Good talk.” I exhaled. “Chase,
I’ll see you down in the bar in a half-hour, okay? We have business to discuss.
Mil, you can go find the girls. They’re having dinner out by the pool.”
Nobody moved.
After a few seconds of tense
silence where I was pretty sure Chase was trying to convince himself not to
strangle me to death, Tex cleared his throat and pointed to the luggage. “You
guys need help, then?”
“Yeah,” Chase croaked.
“Thanks.”
We loaded them up and sent them on their way.
“Tell me,” Tex asked once we
were walking back toward the bar. “Is your only goal to see how far you can
push Chase before he kills you in your sleep?”
Author Information:
Rachel Van Dyken is
the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of
regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her
drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The
Bachelor.
She keeps her home
in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She
loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at
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