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MY REVIEW -
Can you watch the one you love in the arms of another man? Can you watch her kiss him, hold him, fall in love with him?
It’s heart-wrenching. I can feel my heart being squeezed in pain, and I wanted to smack Nixon for being noble. He did exactly what was needed to save her life, and to save his family – but at the expense of his heart, and hers along the way.
Nixon and Tracey had been to hell and back – but this time, he needed her to trust him. And he needed all the control he can find to allow Chase to come near her, more so touch her. He knew his cousin loves his girl, there was no question about that because Chase wears his heart on his sleeves. Trace may love him, but not as much and as intense as she loves Nixon.
See, it’s all complicated! What makes it more complicated is when the family’s security has been breached, and Phoenix isn’t talking about the important things he knows. The next thing Nixon knew was that he decided to pair off his cousin to his girl. It wasn’t a wise decision, he might lose Trace. But he’d rather see her alive with Chase than dead.
I wanted to hate, at the same time, love Nixon. At a young age, he was forced to lead one of the most powerful mob families. He was too responsible and too noble for his own good. Everything was perfect – he has the girl, the men, the money, but all of a sudden, everything is about to be snatched away, when a rat starts to infest in their family. All that he knew since he was young is about to be refuted, as a secret, old and dark is about to unfold. And he’s going to die first to find out what it is…
I don’t know whether to hate or pity Chase. He had loved her like he loved no one else. Yes, he may have taken advantage of the situation – he may have made her choose between the two of them, but it’s only because he was taking his chances. He loves Tracey so much, and he would do everything for her. Too bad, Tracy doesn’t love him the way she loves him. I hope Tracey left enough piece of his heart unbroken – for this guy deserves to be given the same love as he gave. I think we will see more of him in the next book – OMG. I can’t wait to read what is in store for the feisty Mil and him.
My heart goes to Trace – I wished they could have told her rather had her figuratively blindfolded. I hated that she was being ‘played’ – her emotions are not toys. Thank goodness she has a kind heart and is able to forgive both men after they have broken her heart.
“And how does she look at Chase?”
“Like he’s her savior.” Phoenix said softly.
“Like you’re her oxygen.”
Set in an alternating POV between Nixon, Chase and Phoenix – we are treated inside the complicated world of the mob. The suspense is killing me – I swore my heart stopped beating, I may have a little inclination about the twist, nevertheless, the whole package still brought a surprise. You will fall in love, you will break your hearts, and you will love the heart-pounding search for truth. Rachel Van Dyken had made a heart-stopping novel. I can’t wait for the next one in the series. (And I’m sorry, I’m just about to read the first one!)
★ARC Copy was given in exchange for an honest review.★
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.
“Hey.” Trace was sitting at the table eating some toast.
“Hey.” I waved. Idiot. She was sitting right in front of me.
Her eyes didn’t leave mine. I was frozen in place and could literally hear every beat of my heart in the silence.
“You’re wrong, you know.” She stood and walked toward me. “About a lot of things—everything, actually. And you’re an ass.”
“I’m talking, you’re listening.” 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.
“I. Want. You.” She took off her shirt. What the hell? “Only you.” 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.
“This. What you see? What’s in front of you, it’s not just about me wanting you. I want all of you. I want to be vulnerable with you, exposed. But you have to let me…maybe the reason I don’t want to open up that part of myself to Chase is because he isn’t you, Nixon. He doesn’t have this.” 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?
“He doesn’t have our history, our past, our drama. I love him, you’re right. I love him so damn much that I can’t imagine life without him. But he and I—we aren’t this. So tell me, Nixon. Tell me if you want me to forget. I’ll forget what we have, if that’s really what you want. If you want me to jump into his arms without looking back, I will. But know I’ll hate you forever for giving me up.”
“I’m not,” I interrupted her. “You can’t give up something you never had.”
She slapped me hard across the face. “You promised, Nixon. You promised me.”
I kissed her hard on the mouth, clenching her wrists in my hands as I pinned her against the door. “You’re right,” I growled and pulled away. “And I’m sorry for hurting us, for hurting you, but Trace…next time you trap me in a closet, in nothing but your underwear. I will take advantage of you. I’ll screw you until you forget your own name. Don’t play with fire, and don’t mess with me. I’m still terrible for you; he’s 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.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared as I sidestepped her and walked out of the pantry and directly into Tex.
“Whoa!” Tex looked at my face and then lower. His smile widened. “Taking care of business in the pantry or Mrs. Butterworth just make you horny?”
“It’s cool! She’s naked, I get it!” 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.
AUTHOR BIO -
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!
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