I cannot wait to share this with everyone! This has got to be one of my all-time favorite series. You'll never be able to think of the mafia the same after you read these books. Rachel does a fantastic job pulling you into their world. Enforce is Elite (the first book of the series) from the point of view of Nixon and Chase. I'm so drawn to these characters that I cannot wait to hear the story from their point of view. This book releases on December 18th and I've already pre-order! I hope you will love these books as much as I have.
Enforce
Author: Rachel
Van Dyken
Release Date:
December 18th, 2014
Summary:
There’s two sides
to every story...
And ours? Isn't
pretty...
Then again,
what's pretty about the mafia?
Trace Rooks,
that’s what.
But she only
wants one of us, and I'll kill him before I let him have her.
The only problem?
We're cousins.
And she may just
be our long lost enemy.
Whoever said
college was hard, clearly didn't attend Eagle Elite University.
Welcome to hell
also known as the Mafia where blood is thicker than life, and to keep
yours? Well, keep
your friends close, and your enemies?
Even closer...
CHAPTER 1:
Enforce
(Elite from Nixon/Chase’s POV)
Nixons POV
Chapter One
Nixon
I watched as the parade of cars
made their way through the black iron gates, as if somehow those gates would
protect them if the country went to war. Funny, they had no clue that the
war—Lucifer himself, was already parading around inside, safe from the police-
the feds- anyone who would be a threat.
Safe from everyone but me.
My eyes flickered to Phoenix on my right, he
grinned as a new girl walked up to him and gave him a flirty wave.
I elbowed him hard in the ribs.
His grin turned sour as he glared at the girl
and flipped her off.
Remember your place.
I’d said it once, twice, a million times to
the guys, and they were still struggling with the idea that they weren’t here
to go to school, they weren’t here to make friends. We weren’t at peace. We
were in a freaking war zone.
And Phoenix’s family was our only key to
redemption.
“That seems to be the last of them.” Chase’s
cool gaze surveyed the main road that led into campus. It was easier on
security to have one road in and one road out. Too bad life wasn’t that
convenient.
If someone didn’t belong—it would take us
minutes, scratch that, seconds to eliminate them, their family, all while
making it look like a very unfortunate accident.
“Wait,” Tex squinted towards the iron gates,
“I think there’s one more car.”
“The hell there is.” I muttered, “I counted
the cars, I’ve looked at the lists, we aren’t missing anyone.”
Chase yanked the list out of my hand and
started reading through the names of all the freshman enrollees. His grin made
me about lose my shit as he lifted his head and handed back the paper.
“I hear Wyoming’s beautiful this time of
year.”
“What?” I jerked the list away and started
greedily reading through the names.
One stood out.
Trace Rooks, Female, 18, Casper, Wyoming.
“Great.” I dropped the list onto the ground
and smirked, “A girl who probably smells like cow shit. What’s her background?”
Nobody answered.
I said it louder, this time grinding my teeth
together.
Tex was the first to answer, “We couldn’t
really find any.”
“Couldn’t. Really. Find. Any.” I repeated.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Look,” Tex shook his head, “We have Sergio on
it, but the girl doesn’t really have a lot of information about her. Parents
dead, Grandma dead, Grandpa her only living relative and somehow her social as
well as her birth certificate were both lost.”
“Lost.” I licked my lips. I told my head not
to go there, told my heart to stay in my damn chest and stop hoping as images
flooded my mind. Dark hair, dark eyes, “Nixon, I’ll save you.”
“Dude, you okay?” Chase elbowed me.
“Let’s go welcome her to Eagle Elite.”
Nobody moved.
“I said,” I started marching towards the girls
dorms, “Let’s go welcome her.”
“Why do I have a feeling this is a really bad
idea?” Tex said under his breath.
“For once, Tex, keep your mouth shut and stay
in the background, paste a shit eating grin on your face and let me and Chase
deal with this. Do you think you can do that? Hmm?”
“Take a Xanax.” Phoenix grumbled.
I sent a seething glare in his direction.
He mumbled a curse and walked off with Tex to
wait by the tree while we continued the next few feet to the girls dorms.
The car was a rental.
The grandpa was ancient.
The girl was…young.
And she had shit as belongings. Her suitcase
was covered with stickers, her grandpa handed her a small box, and I could have
sworn I saw a tear escape her eye and roll down her smooth cheek.
“Hell no.” I grumbled, “She’ll be destroyed
here.”
“Won’t last five minutes.” Chase agreed.
“Tears.” I wiped my face with my hands, “Tell
me I’m not seeing tears.”
“Girls don’t cry here.”
“They don’t.” I agreed.
“She isn’t like them.”
“No.”
“We need Mo.”
I laughed at that, “We need a miracle.” With a
curse, I quickly dialed the number for orientation and made arrangements for
the New Girl to be moved to the United States room. Mo was supposed to be on
that same floor. I figured she needed all the help she could get. No way would
little Wyoming survive the year with anyone else, not that I was happy about
it. I mean in hindsight that was probably my first mistake.
I’d officially invited her into my life—by way
of my sister.
“New girls here.” I said loud enough for
Tracey to turn around and gape. So squeaky clean and innocent. Like a little
lamb, right, Chase?” I tilted my head and offered her a smirk.
The old man reached in his jacket. It was a
move I knew well. Another clue. He wasn’t what he said he was. He wasn’t who he
said he was. As if noticing my calculating glare, he removed his hand and
offered a forced smile, “A welcoming committee? This place sure is nice.”
I had to respect his control. The way he
protectively stood in front of Tracey as if he was the only thing standing in
the way of my devouring her.
“Is there a problem?” He scratched his head,
causing his shirt sleeve to fall, revealing a small tattoo. One I’d seen as a
child but couldn’t place.
“Do I know you?” I blurted.
He laughed, “Know any farmers out in Wyoming?”
It was his tone that convinced me, the way his
shook his head slightly, waiting for my challenge. It was the same look my
Uncle gave me when he wanted me to stop pushing.
It was the look that my dad taught me when I
was ten and witnessed my first torture.
The girl was still staring at us. Easy target.
I’d leave the old man alone, he reminded me too much of mine. And I didn’t need
that reminder, not now.
I lifted my arms and stretched lazily.
The girls eyes went wide as she stared at my
body.
Chase hit me in the stomach.
I sauntered forward and tilted her chin
towards me, closing her mouth in the process. “Much better,” I licked my lips
and fought the urge to kiss her. Yeah, I was losing my shit. “We’d hate for our
charity case to choke on an insect on her first day.” Her lips trembled as she
looked from me to her Grandpa. I released her before she could do anything, and
walked past, with Chase in tow.
I needed to talk to the girl at registration
anyways. We disappeared behind the building, but I’d be back. I just needed the
Grandpa to leave.
Within seconds the rental car was driving
away. And the girl as all mine. My heart thudded against my chest, and for a
second, I regretted what I was about to do.
But every possible outcome ended with either
her death, or her in danger. And for some reason, I didn’t want someone like
her at Eagle Elite. She didn’t belong in my world.
She deserved a picket fence.
A husband.
A good college experience without classmates
who’d rather see her commit suicide then survive the next four years.
They would destroy her.
And she would make it so damn easy to do so.
The only way—was to beat them to it. To be the
first, marking her as our target, our play-thing.
Nobody messed with what was mine.
And in the end, nobody would mess with her.
They’d allow me to entertain them with her innocence. I’d dangle her in front
of them like a carrot, and at the end of the day, she’d be untouchable.
I sighed as she looked up at the building
gaping like someone who’d been homeschooled and never seen a sky scraper
before.
She was too skinny.
I made a mental note to get her one of my
access cards—she didn’t need to know how much they cost—or that every single
student at EE would kill to have one. Mo would take care of the rest.
She’d eat with us.
She’d want for nothing.
It was the least I could do after what I was
about to make her endure.
Licking my lips I approached her again, this
time, damning myself to hell with each step I took. “Are you lost?”
“Nope.” She grinned, damn it made her
prettier. “Apparently I live in the United States.” With a shrug she tried and
failed to lift her heavy suitcase and nearly toppled over onto her cute ass.
I muffled a laugh, knowing that Chase was
doing the exact same thing. Being mean to her would be like kicking a puppy.
But the world was ugly. I just hated that I would be her tutor in the ways of
reality—her prince of darkness.
Damn, I would have done anything to be the
hero.
“I’m Nixon.” I stood directly in front of her,
shifting my eyes from her poorly fitting clothes to her ugly shoes.
“Tracey, but everyone calls me Trace.” She
held out her hand.
I itched to touch it.
To touch her skin.
Instead,
I scowled, shook her hand, then wiped that same hand on my jeans as if she was
diseased.
“Rules.”
“What?” She took a step back.
Chase moved past me, “He’s right. As cute as
you are, Farm Girl, someone needs to tell you the rules.”
Her gaze narrowed, “Can it be fast?”
Yeah, again, I almost lost my mind. Chase was
probably ready to shit his pants. The last person that talked back to him was
Phoenix and that ended with a few broken bones and a trip to the dentist.
“You hear that Chase?” I said amused, “She
likes it fast.”
“Pity,” Chase took a step closer, nearly
touching her with his body, “I’d like to give it to her slow.” His eyes raked
her in, as if she was the first girl he’d ever seen in his entire existence.
Jealousy surged through me. What the hell? She wasn’t’ his. Not that she was
mine, but still. He was standing too close, too close.
“The rules.” He stepped back. My heart beat
returned to normal, “No speaking to the Elect, unless you’ve been asked to
speak to them.” He circled around her staring a little long at her ass before
he continued.
“Who are the--“
“—Nope.
You’ve already broken a rule. I’m speaking New Girl.” Chase smirked. “Geez,
Nixon, this one’s going to be hard to break in.”
“They
always are.” I said without taking my eyes from her, “But I think I’ll enjoy
this one.” The first true thing I’d said. I would enjoy it too much. I’d enjoy
her too much, because she reminded me of someone I used to know. Someone who
offered to save me, when I was already past saving, someone who wiped my tears,
and cried as if they were her own.
Chase continued with the rules. Making me
sicker as her face continued to fall.
Finally she asked, “Is that all?”
“No.”
Raw desire pulsed through me as I approached her, needing to touch her, needing
to make sure she was real even though I knew I was acting like a complete and
utter lunatic. Chase and I would have words later. He knew me better than I
knew myself sometimes. I was going too far, pushing myself, pushing him.
My
hand caressed her face, then moved down her smooth neck to her shoulder. I
wanted to claim her, to possess her, to make her scream—but not with fear, with
utter ecstasy. I had no idea who she was, but she made me want. And that was
the problem.
For the first time in years. I wanted.
I wasn’t allowed to want.
I had to die to myself.
Because in the grand scheme of things? It
wasn’t about me. It was about blood, family, protection. Blood in, blood out.
Her
eyes dilated. Furious that she’d reacted so easily, upset with myself for
making my own body suffer, I snapped.
“You
feel this? Memorize it now, because as of this moment, you can’t touch us. We
are untouchable. If you as much as sneeze in our direction, if you as much
breathe the same air in my atmosphere. I will make your life hell. This touch,
what you feel against your skin, will be the only time you feel another human
being as powerful as me near you. So like I said, feel it, remember it, and
maybe one day, your brain will do you the supreme favor of forgetting what it
felt like to have someone like me touching you. Then, and only then, will you
be able to be happy with some mediocre boyfriend and pathetic life.” Away from
me. Away from it all. Safe.
A few more tears escaped down her
cheek.
And I knew in that moment. It was
the beginning of the end.
My end.
My downfall.
My demise.
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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 www.rachelvandykenauthor.com
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