From New York Times Bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken, comes ENVY,a new novella in her Eagle Elite Series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure to grab your copy today!
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes a new story in her Eagle Elite series…
Every family has rules, the mafia just has more….
Do not speak to the bosses unless spoken to.
Do not make eye contact unless you want to die.
And above all else, do not fall in love.
Renee Cassani’s future is set.
Her betrothal is set.
Her life, after nannying for the five families for the summer, is set
Somebody should have told Vic Colezan that.
He’s a man who doesn’t take no for an answer.
And he only wants one thing.
Her.
Somebody should have told Renee that her bodyguard needed as much discipline as the kids she was nannying.
Good thing Vic has a firm hand.
Do not speak to the bosses unless spoken to.
Do not make eye contact unless you want to die.
And above all else, do not fall in love.
Renee Cassani’s future is set.
Her betrothal is set.
Her life, after nannying for the five families for the summer, is set
Somebody should have told Vic Colezan that.
He’s a man who doesn’t take no for an answer.
And he only wants one thing.
Her.
Somebody should have told Renee that her bodyguard needed as much discipline as the kids she was nannying.
Good thing Vic has a firm hand.
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REVIEW:
I am a HUGE fan of Rachel and I am obsessed with this series. Vic was a man of few words in Eulogy, yet he revealed himself in Envy. I LOVED the connection between he and Renee. Vic set his sights on her and he would stop at nothing till he had her underneath of him. When her life is at risk, Vic will stop at nothing to keep her safe. I loved seeing all of my favorite Mafia men, and Chase of course had me laughing as I turned the pages. Although this is listed as a Novella, you are not slighted and Rachel delivers a their story in detail. Rachel sure knows how to take you on a ride that you do not want to get of.
EXCERPT:
Heat wrapped itself around my body. It soothed my
soul. I think I took my first deep breath in those seconds, my first big
exhale, followed by another deep breath. I pressed my hand against the heat,
and came into contact with a hard chest. I didn’t even care that it was the
chest of my father’s murderer.
I was sick.
Sick that my murderer made me well.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and breathed him
in. We were walking. I didn’t want to spoil the moment by speaking, so I kept
my eyes closed, my voice silent as he walked and walked some more.
A door opened and closed.
It smelled like cigars and Christmas spices.
Gently, I was being set down. My body came into
contact with something deliciously soft, and it wrapped around me.
And then whatever I was on moved, dipped under the
weight of the one carrying me. Maybe if I just kept my eyes closed I could
imagine that it was Vic without the word murderer hanging over his head like a
blazing red sign.
Maybe I could give in to the fantasy that he was
just a guy, I was just a girl. Spending the night in each other’s arms, using
each other’s heat for energy.
Blankets were piled over my body, pushing me into
the mattress with their weight. And then bulky arms pulled me back against the
rock-hard chest again.
“Sleep.” His voice carried like a gunshot in the
dark; it was a harsh whisper, a command I wasn’t allowed to say no to.
Sometimes, you just need to be forced into rest—and when he’d walked in, I’d
been tossing and turning in that stupid chair trying to get comfortable for
hours.
But now? Now my body was heavy. My mind was silent.
“Did you kill anyone tonight?” I asked the dreaded
question. I wanted to know if the hands that were holding me were hands that
had washed off blood. I’d tortured myself with ideas of what he was really
going to do tonight. Tortured myself with visions of my dad’s face begging for
death.
His body was rigid as he bit out, “No, Renee. I
didn’t kill anyone tonight.”
“Are you going to kill anyone tomorrow?”
He sighed. “Well, it is a Friday, those are my
favorite days to take a life. What do you think?”
I smiled even though it wasn’t funny. “Sorry, stupid
question.”
“Which earned an equally stupid answer.”
“Hey, Vic?” I turned to face him. His eyes were so
bright in the darkness that it startled me a bit before I could gather my
thoughts. “Did he really beg you?”
“Don’t make me talk about it. Not now. Not when
you’re tired and upset. Not when you look at me like you’re disappointed. I can
handle a lot of things, Renee, your disappointment in me is not one of them.”
I nodded. “I don’t want to be.”
About Rachel Van Dyken:
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, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
Website:http://rachelvandykena
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