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Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Blog Tour: ELECT by Rachel Van Dyken (Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway)


I am very pleased to host an exclusive excerpt of best-selling author Rachel Van Dyken's ELECT, book 2 of her Eagle Elite series. 

** Rachel is hosting a giveaway of a Kindle Fire, an $25 Amazon GC, Team Chase/Nixon tattoo pack and an ELECT cup for 1 winner

About the book:
Nixon Abandonato made his choice. And now he has to pay the price. Tracey is the love of his life, but being with him has made her a target of his family's enemies. The only way to keep Trace alive is convince the world she means nothing to him. 

Trace Rooks has fallen irrevocably in love with the son of her family's sworn rival, and she knows in her bones nothing can tear them apart. Until Nix suddenly pushes her away and into the arms of his best friend... But Trace isn't ready to give up on a future with Nix--and if he won't fight for them, she will. 

In the end, a sacrifice must be made. A life for a life. For what better way to cover a multitude of sins than with the blood of a sinner . . .

Buy Links: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iTunes
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Exclusive Excerpt: 
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Trace asked, pulling off her sunglasses.

“What?”

“‘Sir’?” Her eyebrow arched. “It makes you sound so old and…just old.”

“It’s a respect thing.” I shrugged.

“No,” she argued. “It’s an old person thing.”

“What?” I pulled to the front of the mansion and turned off the car. “You’d rather they call me Dude? Or Homie?”


“I vote Homie. It sounds—”

“I’m an American-born Sicilian,” I interrupted. “It sounds like an easy way to get shot; that’s what it sounds like.”

Trace rolled her eyes and unbuckled her seat belt. As she reached for the door, I grasped her wrist and pulled her toward me. “What would you call me?”

“You mean other than your name?” Her eyes narrowed.

“Yeah.” I licked my lips. My tongue touched the metal of my lip ring. I could almost taste her hot mouth on mine.

“Perfect.” She sighed. “I’d call you perfect.” Her hands reached out to cup my face as her tongue touched my lip ring and then slipped into my mouth.

I groaned in frustration when our lips met in a frenzy. It really wasn’t the time or place to be kissing her, or nearly exploding with frustration that I couldn’t just jump across the console and maul her. Reluctantly, I pulled back.

“As much as I’d love to finish that…conversation…” I chewed hard on my lower lip and literally had to look away from her so I wouldn’t say what the hell and drive her back to my house and lock her in my bedroom. “We’re here for a reason.”

“Oh yeah?” Her eyes were dilated as they looked me up and down. “What’s that?”

I smirked. “You’ll see.”

Thankfully, the air was crisp, so when I stepped out of the SUV I wasn’t still so aroused that I was ready to shoot something.

“What is this place?” Trace put her hand up as a shade over her eyes and looked up at the mansion. It was an impressive four stories, with over three hundred rooms. I’d loved this place, loved visiting. It had been my safe haven when my dad beat me. “My cousin Sergio takes care of the place while his father serves out the rest of his sentence.” I led her toward the back of the house.

“Sentence?” Trace repeated. “As in prison sentence?”

“We like to think of it as an opportunity for a family reunion,” a voice interrupted. I laughed when Sergio winked at Trace and held out his hand. “It’s been a long time, Nixon.” His dark wavy hair was tied at the nape of his neck. He was clean-cut, one of the rare sons who didn’t rebel against the formality of being in the mafia. His blue t-shirt fit tightly across his chest as he stood in front of Trace.

“He doesn’t call you ‘sir,’” Trace interjected, then clapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry; it slipped.”

“It slips often,” I added.

Sergio laughed. “So I hear.” He held out his hand. When she gave him her fingers, he kissed her knuckles and smiled. “Guess the rumors are true.”

“Rumors.” Trace pulled back her hand and rubbed it.

“Of your beauty…” Sergio stepped closer to her and sighed. “Too bad I did not discover you first.”

“Yeah, that lament is already taken by another cousin.” I slapped him on the back. “Don’t make me threaten you, too.”

Trace rolled her eyes and fell into step beside us.

“Sergio.” My cousin cleared his throat. “My name is Sergio.”

Trace examined his face. “Of course it is.”

“Pardon?” He stopped walking.

She looked between us and shrugged. “The way I see it, every Sicilian name either sounds like something out of a mafia movie or a—”

“A…?” we said in unison.

“Never mind. So, nice house.” Trace tried to change the subject.

“Oh no, sweetheart.” I tugged her arm and made her stop. “Let’s have it. Or what?”

“Promise not to shoot me?” she whined.

“He’s threatened to do that before?” Sergio yelled.

“No.” I rolled my eyes. “She’s being dramatic.”

Trace turned back toward Sergio. “I’m a girl.”

“I noticed.” His eyes darkened as he licked his lips and looked about one minute away from devouring her where she stood.

“Trace…” I nudged. “What do Sicilian names sound like?”

“I need to learn when to stop talking.” She put her hands over her face. “A porn star name. Okay?”

Sergio and I burst out laughing. Damn, I loved that girl. The tips of her ears burned bright red as she covered her face in her hands.

“You know,” Sergio said in a serious voice, “not to brag but you aren't too far off with your assumptions I—”


“No.” I shook my head. “You’re not going to finish that sentence. You. I will shoot.”
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
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.

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Website: http://rachelvandykenauthor.com/
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ELECT Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18210033-elect
Rachel Van Dyken Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4882127.Rachel_Van_Dyken

** Rachel is hosting a giveaway of a Kindle Fire, an $25 Amazon GC, Team Chase/Nixon tattoo pack and an ELECT cup for 1 winner

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4 comments:

  1. Of course I would!! I don't remember seeing hot guys like Nixon at my college!

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  2. I think so, as long as I could call people dude every once in awhile. ghwasd at gmail dot com

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