I’m so excited to participate in the release day blitz for Elect, book 2 of the Eagle Elite series! I am actually hoping to read both books this week! There are a total of 4 books in the series: Elite (#1), Elect (#2), Entice (#3) and Elicit (#4). Books 3 and 4 will be released in 2014.
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 . . .
I woke up with a killer hangover. My fault. Grumbling, I took a shower and went downstairs to get some breakfast before I went over to the Space to see if Phoenix would change his tune.
βHey.β Trace was sitting at the table eating some toast.
βHey.β I waved. Idiot. She was sitting right in front of me.
Her eyes didnβt leave mine. I was frozen in place and could literally hear every beat of my heart in the silence.
βYouβre wrong, you know.β She stood and walked toward me. βAbout a lot of thingsβeverything, actually. And youβre an ass.β
βIββ
βIβm talking, youβre listening.β She smirked and grabbed the front of my shirt and pushed me toward the pantry. She slammed me against the door, pretty forcefully, I might add, and then opened it and shoved me in. I mean, I could fight her but I was too damn turned on and curious to do anything except stare at her.
βI. Want. You.β She took off her shirt. What the hell? βOnly you.β Her jeans were next.
The pantry immediately became my number one favorite spot in the house.
Facing me in nothing but her scandalous white lacy underwear, she whispered in my ear. βThis. What you see? Whatβs in front of you, itβs not just about me wanting you. I want all of you. I want to be vulnerable with you, exposed. But you have to let meβ¦maybe the reason I donβt want to open up that part of myself to Chase is because he isnβt you, Nixon. He doesnβt have this.β She placed my hand on her bare skin right above her breast. Shit, I was slowly dying inside. Did she even realize what the hell she was doing to me?
βHe doesnβt have our history, our past, our drama. I love him, youβre right. I love him so damn much that I canβt imagine life without him. But he and Iβwe arenβt this. So tell me, Nixon. Tell me if you want me to forget. Iβll forget what we have, if thatβs really what you want. If you want me to jump into his arms without looking back, I will. But know Iβll hate you forever for giving me up.β
βIβm not,β I interrupted her. βYou canβt give up something you never had.β
She slapped me hard across the face. βYou promised, Nixon. You promised me.β
I kissed her hard on the mouth, clenching her wrists in my hands as I pinned her against the door. βYouβre right,β I growled and pulled away. βAnd Iβm sorry for hurting us, for hurting you, but Traceβ¦next time you trap me in a closet, in nothing but your underwear. I will take advantage of you. Iβll screw you until you forget your own name. Donβt play with fire, and donβt mess with me. Iβm still terrible for you; heβs better, and I stand by what I did. Now move out of the way before I truly lose control and steal your virginity next to the damn Cheerios.β
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared as I sidestepped her and walked out of the pantry and directly into Tex.
βWhoa!β Tex looked at my face and then lower. His smile widened. βTaking care of business in the pantry or Mrs. Butterworth just make you horny?β
βShut up.β
βItβs cool! Sheβs naked, I get it!β Tex called after me, while I raced back up the stairs, grabbed my phone and keys, and then ran out of the house. Away from Trace, away from everything.
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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