Blog Tour...Dirty Exes by Rachel Van Dyken

Dirty Exes by Rachel Van Dyken Publication Date: June 5th, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance

They’re serving up some red-hot revenge. A sizzling series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel van Dyken.

Blaire has never quite gotten over Jessie Beckett, the ex–NFL star whose kisses were hot enough to ignite the entire Eastern Seaboard. When he chose work over her, Blaire was left brokenhearted. Why else would she have married a skeezy two-timer, just to divorce him less than a year later?

Now Blaire is getting even by becoming one half of Dirty Exes, a PI firm fully committed to humiliating cheating jerks. If only the new jerk she’s been hired to uncover wasn’t Jessie Beckett himself.

Exposing Jessie isn’t going to be easy, especially when she still daydreams about his sexy smile. Further complicating matters is Colin, Jessie’s best friend. He’s gorgeous, a little bit cunning, and willing to help Blaire get the inside scoop on Jessie—for a price.

Now caught between two men—one totally right and the other totally wrong—Blaire will need to decide just how much she’s willing to risk…and whom she’s willing to risk it for.

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It ended there. Right. Forget about his mouth. Or the way I sighed when he touched my shoulder. The way my body quivered when his skin pressed against mine in the car. “Stop!” I gritted my teeth and searched the kitchen. Cheaters often hid things in places that their spouse wouldn’t expect, like pantries and junk drawers, places that seemed obvious but weren’t. I’d once found a second cell phone in a cereal box. Cheaters were like drug addicts. They knew the perfect place to hide the drugs. I shuddered. Dirty. Toilets. Not the best day I’d ever had, but marginally better than the sewer. I spent the next thirty minutes with plastic gloves searching every crevice of that kitchen, patting down the inside of drawers, digging through trash. Nothing. The guy was either a saint . . Or we had a serious Dexter situation going on, and he knew exactly how to dispose of incriminating evidence. Sexy male laughter jolted me from my search. I freaked, ran into the pantry, and shut the door just as Jessie’s face came into view. Sweat trickled down my back. Shit, shit, shit! Oh, this was bad, so bad. What man didn’twant to eat after coming home from the gym? “Nice, man, she keeps the book on the bar?” Colin’s mocking voice at least made me feel like I wasn’t the only one who thought it was strange. “Fams always so classy.” “Yeah,” Jessie agreed. “I think maybe it’s her way of reminding me how happy we were that one year.” He hesitated. “You know, the one where we actually did normal things like stay home and make dinner, and watch movies instead of going out all the time. That went to hell fast.” Colin sighed. “She writes a book about our best year, and then turns into this greedy person I don’t recognize and dream about murdering in her sleep.”

• “Hey,” Colin warned. “I get it, I do, but she’s still my—”

“Sorry, man.” “It’s fine, like I said, I get it.” I plastered my ear to the door to listen harder. What did Colin mean? Why was he defending her? Why was Jessie saying sorry? I made a mental note to purchase the book and torture myself by reading it cover to cover. “You contemplate murdering her while she sleeps,” Colin said in a weird tone, “and yet she’s still living here in this house with you? Tell me how that makes sense? You say she’s not the same person, but she never really was the person you thought she was. When are you going to get that?” “She was different then, man. She was.” Jessie came to her defense so quickly I almost fell backward. He sounded like—he still had feelings for her. I turned my attention back to the door as footsteps neared the pantry. Oh hell. Not good. I needed to get out. Fast. I grabbed my cell and texted Colin. And seconds later heard a ping. “Another one of your sex buddies?” Jessie teased. Colin paused and then, “Oh yeah, but this one’s been really hard to tame. You know the type, a bit schizo but so hot you don’t care that she asks to twist your nipples while she licks your nose.” “Seriously?” Jessie choked. “She likes noses. And snake tattoos, loves them.” “Lucky for you.” “I think it reminds her of the size of my dick, you know?” I made a gagging noise, shifted on my feet, then texted again. Me: Seriously! Trapped! And your dick can’t be the size of that python on your arm because that would mean you actually impale women on a daily basis. Colin: Just call me Dracula. I frowned. Colin: Get it? The impaler. Me: Look at that, basement dweller can joke! He’s got jokes! Meanwhile I’m going to starve to death in this pantry. Colin: You mean around all that food? “Wow, this girl must have skills if you’re that focused on your texts . . .” Jessie trailed off. “She’s . . . unique,” Colin finally said. My eyes narrowed. Was that a compliment? Did it matter? Why did I care? And why the hell did Jessie have ten different kinds of cereal—and all the boxes were full. And alphabetized? Starting with Apple Jacks? Really? Not that I’d resorted to more snooping. Okay, so I’d resorted to more snooping. But the fact that they were full was emotionally distressing. A full cereal box at my house lasts about one hot minute before I get a craving for Cheerios that even wine can’t cure. “Hey”—Colin cleared his throat—“I need a favor.” “Anything,” Jessie said quickly. “I need a nice shirt for a date tonight, something . . . classy.” Jessie laughed. “What? You can’t wear your own clothes?” “You know I like your style better.” I rolled my eyes, has he seen that man’s closet? His white shirts are all ironed to within an inch of their lives. “Plus I want to impress this girl and I don’t have time to go grab a new shirt, we’re going on a late lunch date and I’m sweaty as hell, so please? Let me borrow a shirt, I’ll go home and shower, pair it with some nice jeans, and be inside her in no time.” I glared at the door. Like I could actually see Colin’s smug expression. Why was my heart thumping? Why was I breathing like I was having trouble sucking in air? He could date whomever he wanted. I shifted on my feet as my face heated. He was an attractive, successful man. I crossed my arms. Then uncrossed them nervously. “Yeah, yeah,” Jessie finally said. “I’ll be right back, try not to burn down the kitchen or set the book on fire.” “Shit, you read my mind,” Colin joked. The sound of footsteps faded as Jessie walked toward the bedroom. And then pantry door was jerked open. I blinked up at him. “Thank you.” “People . . . they pay you,” he said, leaning his large frame against the door while his muscles bulged beneath his sweat-soaked shirt, “for this?” My eyes narrowed. “Yes! And I’m good at it.” His smirk was wicked as he glanced behind me and then locked eyes. “Obviously.” I shoved his chest. “I miscalculated the time, that’s all.” I tried squeezing past him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the pantry and closed the door. “What the hell are you doing?” I hissed as he pressed me against the wall. “He’s going to find me!” “A favor for a favor, spy girl.” Colin’s grin turned menacing. “I got Jessie out of the house, gave you my car, and saved your sorry ass. I get a favor.” “I’m not sucking your nose and licking your tattoo, you psycho,” I said, repeating what he’d said earlier. “Don’t knock it, you may love it.” He winked, and then stood his ground. “One favor.” I sighed and gritted my teeth. “Fine.” “A date,” he said triumphantly. “I want a date.” “A date,” I repeated in a slightly panicked voice. “Like to dinner?” “No, I was thinking the drive-in, we could make out, eat popcorn, I’d feel you up a bit—yeah, dinner.” I smirked. “If I go to dinner with you . . . you’ll get me out of this godforsaken pantry with the full boxes of cereal?” “Noticed that, did you?’ “He’s clearly not human.” “I steal his Cocoa Puffs every chance I get.” I nodded seriously. “I think my respect for you grew just now.” “Ah, she likes cereal.” “She’d also like to not get caught!” “Go.” He shoved me toward the pantry door. “Run out the back and try not to trip and ruin your escape.” “I don’t trip.” Of course, at that moment, I tripped over my own feet and almost face-planted into his lips. He sighed, his expression worried and a bit stunned as Jessie’s voice carried to the kitchen. “Black okay?” “Go.” Colin shoved me again. “Oh, and you’re picking me up. It seems I’m down a car.” He winked. “I’ll text you.”

Meet the Author:

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!

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Release Blitz...Dirty Exes by Rachel Van Dyken

Dirty Exes by Rachel Van Dyken Publication Date: June 5th, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance

They’re serving up some red-hot revenge. A sizzling series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel van Dyken.

Blaire has never quite gotten over Jessie Beckett, the ex–NFL star whose kisses were hot enough to ignite the entire Eastern Seaboard. When he chose work over her, Blaire was left brokenhearted. Why else would she have married a skeezy two-timer, just to divorce him less than a year later?

Now Blaire is getting even by becoming one half of Dirty Exes, a PI firm fully committed to humiliating cheating jerks. If only the new jerk she’s been hired to uncover wasn’t Jessie Beckett himself.

Exposing Jessie isn’t going to be easy, especially when she still daydreams about his sexy smile. Further complicating matters is Colin, Jessie’s best friend. He’s gorgeous, a little bit cunning, and willing to help Blaire get the inside scoop on Jessie—for a price.

Now caught between two men—one totally right and the other totally wrong—Blaire will need to decide just how much she’s willing to risk…and whom she’s willing to risk it for.

Read Today! FREE in Kindle Unlimited Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2J1J7n6 Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2x6YTIE

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Meet the Author:

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!

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Blog Tour & Review...Co-Ed by Rachel Van Dyken

Co-Ed by Rachel Van Dyken Publication Date: April 24^th, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance

Four guys.

Constant moaning.

And a revolving door across the college suite I somehow ended up in because my first name is Shawn.

They don't discriminate. Girls. Guys. Grandmas. Plants (okay maybe not plants) all walks of life stroll in stressed to the brim, and leave so satisfied I'm wondering what sort of talents lie behind that door.

My roommate calls them the pleasure ponies.

But the rest of the college campus?

They just call them the new face of Wingmen Inc. A paid for relationship service that makes big promises.

Breakup? They'll glue you back together again.

Depressed? They have the magic pill.

Lonely? Just spend a few minutes while they rub you down and you'll forget all about it.

And broken hearts? Well, that's their specialty. They'll fix you

For a price…

I swore I wouldn't get involved.

But apparently they like a challenge, and a girl who doesn't put up with their BS is basically like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

They. All. Charged.

But one holds my attention above the rest.

Knox Turner looks like a Viking — and getting pillaged is starting to look more appealing by the day. Though he's hiding something — all of them are. And the closer I get. The more I realize that some things are left better in the past.

You've read reverse harem books before — but you've never read one like this. It's not what you think, or is it? Dive in and find out…

Knox, Leo, Finn, and Slater are waiting, and they aren't patient men.

Welcome to the new face of Wingmen Inc — You're welcome.

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Excerpt:

It was happening again. The moaning. I put a pillow over my face and screamed. Not because it was too loud. But because I kept wondering who was causing it. One? Two? All three? Leo and Finn had both tried to talk to me in class and at the coffee shop again. I’d brushed them off but been polite. And Knox? Well, let’s just say that Knox had suddenly turned over a leaf that said, “Go out of my way to make Shawn’s life miserable.” He was suddenly everywhere. And with a different female every single day. It drove me insane. Bat-shit crazy. And he wasn’t even mine to go senseless over! The moan happened again. “That’s it!” I got up from my bed, stomped over to the door, and jerked it open. Then I pounded my way over to their room and almost took down the door with my knock . When Leo answered, he grinned down at me. “Come to play?” I gave him the finger. His eyes narrowed. “I’m confused. Is that yes or no?” “Agh!” I threw my hands up in the air. “I have practice tomorrow at five a.m. It’s three. I’ve had one hour of sleep. Can you please keep the moaning to a minimum?” “You seem stressed.” He tilted his head just as Finn joined him in the doorway. “Doesn’t she?” “Very.” Finn nodded then reached out and started massaging my right trap while Leo grabbed my hand and worked my fingers. It felt so damn good that I forgot I was pissed for about two seconds before I pulled away. “No.” I jabbed my finger at each of their chests. “Shame on you. Stop using your skills to make me less crazy. I need sleep.” “I could not agree more.” Leo put his hand over his chest. “If you want, I can come over and—” “No!” I made a fist with my hands. “I don’t need you to help me sleep. I need you to keep your clients quiet so that I can sleep. Big difference.” Knox appeared then and held out a pair of Bose noise-canceling headphones. “You can borrow them every Friday as long as you don’t set them on fire when you’re done.” “Do you think I really want whatever STDs are crawling around the surface?” I hissed. His eyes turned lethal. “Then I guess you won’t sleep.” “Dun, dun, dun,” Finn sang in a low voice, just as a small lady who could pass as my grandmother made an appearance and shoved a fifty-dollar bill in Knox’s pants then patted him on his rock-hard six-pack. She had a full-on red wig perched backward on her head and cherry red cheeks with black glasses that she kept shoving up her nose. And her purse looked like something I would have seen on I Love Lucy. It was this giant black clutch that probably held cough drops and prunes. “Thanks, boys.” “Love you, Edna!” Finn called while Leo brushed a kiss across her hand. She finger-waved at Knox and straight-up waddled out of the suite. I stared after her, my jaw dropping with each step she took until she was out of eyesight. “What…” I shook my head. “…I mean, seriously, guys, what?” Finn’s eyes got serious. “She’s lonely.” “She’s at least eighty!” I yelled, so exhausted I was actually arguing with crazy. Knox got all up in my business and said through clenched teeth, “Her husband died a year ago. She’s not comfortable with internet dating yet. We’re easing her in because she wants a partner for life, someone she can laugh with, so if we can give her that one laugh, that nice touch once a week, we’re going to fucking do it. Now jump off that pedestal, take the damn Bose, and go to sleep.”

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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!

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When Shawn gets paired up with a male room mate she’s hardly surprised. With a masculine name she’s used to people assuming she’s male because of her name. Luckily enough for her, her roommate Slater is fairly easy to get along with. No so lucky for her her neighbours aren’t exactly discrete judging by the moaning that’s coming from their room. Intrigued as to what’s going on in the three guys room, Shawn gets warned by Slater to stay away from the guys. 

Knox, Finn and Leo are unbelievably easy to like. Each character is uniquely different and refreshing in their own way. 

This story wasn’t what I was expecting at all and it blew me away. It sucked me in and I didn’t want it to end. This reverse harem romance with Rachel Van Dyken’s own unique twist to it was everything I was hoping it would be and more.

Release Blitz...Co-Ed by Rachel Van Dyken

Co-Ed by Rachel Van Dyken Publication Date: April 24^th, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance

Four guys.

Constant moaning.

And a revolving door across the college suite I somehow ended up in because my first name is Shawn.

They don't discriminate. Girls. Guys. Grandmas. Plants (okay maybe not plants) all walks of life stroll in stressed to the brim, and leave so satisfied I'm wondering what sort of talents lie behind that door.

My roommate calls them the pleasure ponies.

But the rest of the college campus?

They just call them the new face of Wingmen Inc. A paid for relationship service that makes big promises.

Breakup? They'll glue you back together again.

Depressed? They have the magic pill.

Lonely? Just spend a few minutes while they rub you down and you'll forget all about it.

And broken hearts? Well, that's their specialty. They'll fix you

For a price…

I swore I wouldn't get involved.

But apparently they like a challenge, and a girl who doesn't put up with their BS is basically like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

They. All. Charged.

But one holds my attention above the rest.

Knox Turner looks like a Viking — and getting pillaged is starting to look more appealing by the day. Though he's hiding something — all of them are. And the closer I get. The more I realize that some things are left better in the past.

You've read reverse harem books before — but you've never read one like this. It's not what you think, or is it? Dive in and find out…

Knox, Leo, Finn, and Slater are waiting, and they aren't patient men.

Welcome to the new face of Wingmen Inc — You're welcome.

Read Today! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2HoyB5c Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2qV9eRM Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2Jk0PPm iBooks: https://apple.co/2nWbFjk B&N: http://bit.ly/2u1cEXR Kobo: http://bit.ly/2u208ap Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/CoEdGR

Meet the Author:

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!

Connect with the Author:

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Release Blitz & Review...The Consequence of Rejection by Rachel Van Dyken

Title: The Consequence of Rejection

A Standalone Consequence Novel

Author: Rachel Van Dyken

Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: March 26, 2018

Blurb

You know the universe is trying to tell you something when you get struck by lightning, but only after getting hit on by the elderly, almost getting run over by a semi, and running into the one who got away.
Why do they say it like that anyway?
Like I accidentally lost her when she was the one that got in the car with my best friend and left me.
The day after I proposed.
We were eighteen.
I wanted forever.
She didn't.
It's been ten years.
I tried to move on, tried to get married, had that same wedding crashed by my now best friend who says the only way for me to stop pissing off the universe, is to gain closure with the one woman I can't forget.
So I do it.
I embark on a journey down memory lane that not only lands me in prison but on the receiving end of a fist fight in front of the entire town, this naturally happens after drunken pool sex, climbing the same girl's window, and getting threatened at gunpoint by her father.
To say the universe is trying to tell me something anything, is a giant understatement.
I just hope I survive the message.
And then, I hope I survive her—again.

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Full breasts spilled over into a small black bikini that left nothing to the imagination, it barely covered nipple for that matter, and the bottoms? Well she had to keep adjusting them lets just say high school bathing suits ten years later look small. 

In the best way possible. 

Head held high she walked right by me to Max, grabbed a shot, took it, then sucked the lime he held out in front of her. 

I growled. 

Max winked at me. “Something wrong, man?”

I reached for the non existent gun at my side, which just made him grin harder as he kept handing out alcohol to parents of toddlers. 

Because thats the type of party it was. 

Almost everyone started talking about their kids, retirement, stock portfolios, vacation time, and babies. 

It was almost too depressing for words. 

I had all those things but what I’d always wanted. A family. Babies. 

Maddy. 

She shared a sideway’s glance with me. 

I reached for her, but she pulled away and ran full speed towards the pool and did a giant canon ball. 

People cheered. 

While I watched as wet cold water ran down her curvy body, my gaze was so tranfixed on her erect nipples I’m surprised nobody pulled me aside about my current situation of arousal. 

Cold water. Fast. 

I chased after her, jumped in. 

And felt the warm buzz of alcohol fill my veins just as I popped up and saw Max follow, balls first, in my face. 

I ducked just in time so I didn’t get a fist full of balls. 

The guy only laughed once we both popped up. 

I swam towards Maddy, and tugged her against me. “Stop running.”

“I’m not.” Her breath came out raspy. “I’m just…reliving old times, isn’t that what you wanted? So we could have closure?”

Why did it feel like she was turning the tables on me. 

“Yeah,” I said slowly, “But—“

Her kiss was swift. 

Hard. 

Fast, and oh so very punishing as I gaped into her mouth and pinned her against he side of the pool. 

Music filled the air out of nowhere from somewhere outside, it pounded into my ears the way I wanted to pound into her. 

I grinned against her mouth as she wrapped her legs around my waist. 

And then Reid cast a shadow over us and started pouring vodka over our heads. 

Maddy tilted her head back and opened her mouth while I leaned in and licked it off her chin. 

People cheered. 

“Guys!” Someone yelled. “Keep it down, someones going to call the cops!”

“Cops?” Max laughed loudly. “I am the law, bitches!” The music blared. “Plus, we already got our cop here.” He pointed while I took another shot. 

People cheered. 

And then Maddy squeezed her thighs. 

Yeah the cops were coming alright. 

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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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This is the first book I’ve read from the Consequence series and it can definitely be read as a stand-alone. 

Let me start by saying the characters in this book are nuts. Max has to be one the most random, hyperactive and craziest characters ever. I loved him. STEAK SAVES LIVES! The guy killed me. 

Jason had his heart broken ten years ago when the love of his life walked away from him. While he’s tried to move on, he’s never actually succeeded in getting the closure he needs. So when the woman who crushed him years ago suddenly turns back up in town it messes with Jasons head big time. Jason’s battling a lot of emotions when it comes to Maddy, mainly anger, so when Max tells him he needs to get his closure while Maddy is here, Jason decides to go with it. 

I loved Jason. He’s hurt, angry but he still carries some of the love he once had for Maddy. Maddy did what she thought was best when she left ten years ago. Now she’s back and prepared to face the full force of Jason’s anger but when they start reliving the past, their old feelings start reappearing. 

The main and supporting characters in this book are absolutely fantastic. From accident prone Jason to his friends and their wives, every single one is extremely likeable. I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I laughed so much and didn’t put it down once. 

Release Blitz...Fraternize by Rachel Van Dyken

Title: Fraternize

Series: Players Game #1

Author: Rachel Van Dyken

Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2017

Blurb

New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken kicks off a brand-new series in which romance is a game and love is a touchdown.

Emerson just made her dream come true as a professional cheerleader for her favorite pro football team. But even though the plus-size athlete is breaking down boundaries, she still has to contend with the massive rulebook. Carbs? Nope. Chocolate? Definitely not. Still, Emerson loves her curves, and she’ll rock the hell out of this job even if it kills her. Except for one mandate that is easier read than done…

No fraternizing with the players.

Problem one is Miller Quinton: Emerson’s first love, first sex, and the guy who still ignites her daydreams and R-rated fantasies. Thrown back together, Miller and Emerson feel the undeniable pull of passion again, even if the conflict that tore them apart seems insurmountable. Then there’s way-too-sexy Grant Sanchez. He has a serious reputation with the ladies, and when it comes to winning someone he wants, he doesn’t let anyone stand in his way.

Now Emerson is breaking every rule in the manual. But what she doesn’t know is that she’s part of a wicked little game—one that could steal both her dream and her heart.

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“The day,” he finally said, “when you can’t take it anymore.”

“Take what?”

“This.” He slid his hand down my thigh. “The heat between us, the way it feels when we touch. Damn, just being near you drives me insane. And humans are only gifted with so much patience before they snap. I hope to God that I’m around when you do.”

“You think I’m going to go crazy for you, huh?” My voice sounded way too excited about the idea, and my heart decided to skip a few beats while my body cheered yes!

Sanchez shrugged. “I admire self-control, Curves. After all, this isn’t going to be a one-night stand, and I have a feeling that you’re going to make me work for it in bed. But don’t worry. I’ve been really focusing on my own self-control. I’ll take care of you long before you have a chance to take care of me. So yeah, do I think you’re going to go crazy? I’m counting on it. Betting on it. Praying for it.”

“Be honest. Is that why I’m staying with you?”

“Hell yes.” He laughed. “I’m not letting you lose your shit around Miller, proximity and all that. It’s going to be me, all me.”

“Selfish much?”

He took the exit and pulled up to the stoplight. His gaze burned into mine. “When it comes to you? Yes. I fucking am.”

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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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Blurb

Lucas Thorn wasn’t born a cheater. All it took was a single moment—say, a certain disastrous incident on the night before his wedding—and boom. Reputation destroyed forever and always. So now he owns it. He has a lady friend for every night of the week (except Sundays—God’s day and all), and his rules are simple: No commitments. No exceptions.

But a certain smart-mouthed, strawberry blonde vixen is about to blow that all to hell.

Avery Black has never forgiven Lucas for cheating on her sister. And suddenly being forced to work with him is pretty much a nightmare on steroids. Of course, it does afford her the opportunity to make his life as difficult as possible. But no good revenge scheme comes without payback. Because he didn’t become the Lucas Thorn without learning a few things about women.

Now Avery’s lust for vengeance has turned into, well, lust. And if Lucas stops cheating, it’s definitely not because he’s falling in love…

Excerpt

Shaking, I ran my hands through my hair and was about ready to have a nervous breakdown when my phone rang.

“Yeah?” I grabbed my coat and headed out of the restaurant.

“She’s a clinger.” That’s all Thatch had to say before I burst out laughing. “She asked for my phone number.”

“How else is she supposed to have another booty call with the good doctor?” I grinned like a smug bastard, enjoying his panic, and then I warned him to stay away. “You know this is your fault, right? You know that inviting a woman to your apartment usually means that she’ll start envisioning her shit all over the place—and next thing you know, she’s about to have your baby.”

“SHE’S NOT PREGNANT!” He started cursing again. “Look, you know I have commitment issues.”

“No.” I rolled my eyes. “Shocker.”

“Like you should talk, you selfish bastard.” Thatch sighed loudly. “Break up with her for me?”

“Not a chance in hell.”

“But—”

“Nope.”

“Lucas Thorn.”

“Maybe if you had tits, and even then, that just makes shit weird, Thatch.”

I hit the elevator button and waited while Thatch started complaining about why sex can’t just be sex.

“You’re telling me.” I snorted into the phone. “Look, I gotta go. Just remember Austin and Avery are best friends, meaning, you screw her, her friend is most likely going to try to find a way to screw me. Girls go to the bathroom together. If they do the nonserious stuff in teams, you bet your ass they’re going to treat a breakup the same way.”

“That really wasn’t helpful, not at all, Lucas.”

“Or”—I shrugged and hit the button for my floor—“you could just make the sex really, really bad next time, say, finishing in like thirty seconds and screaming ‘Porcupine!’ or something.”

He was quiet, then said, “I can’t decide if that’s genius or stupid.”

“You never know until you try. Think of Christopher Columbus. Everyone thought he was stupid for sailing toward the New World, and look! He proved them wrong. The earth was in fact round, my friend.”

“Did you just compare yourself to someone who discovered an actual continent? Because it seems like you did, and this is after you told me to yell ‘Porcupine!’ when I orgasm.”

“Well, when you repeat it back like that . . .” I grumbled as the elevator doors opened to my floor. “Look, I gotta go. Leave me out of it though.”

“No promises,” he said just as I ended the conversation and greedily searched for Avery.

She wasn’t behind her desk.

Nor was she under it—I had to check because hiding and pouncing was exactly the kind of thing I could imagine her doing, just so she could scare the shit out of me and get it on camera or something. Then again, she wasn’t seventeen anymore, but this was still Avery we were talking about. Ergo, I still looked.

Frowning, I turned around in an effort to casually strut into my office and slammed right into Avery, knocking her backward onto her ass.

Folders went everywhere.

Papers scattered across the floor.

And her wedged heels somehow managed to fall from her feet, though they still dangled around her ankles.

“Are you okay?” I leaned down to grab her hand, but she didn’t take mine.

“Yeah.” Her cheeks reddened. “Sorry, I was just dropping off some files, and then I saw that these were addressed to another department and thought I could drop them off and . . .” Her voice trailed off as she flashed me a worried look, like I was going to fire her any minute.

Instantly feeling like an ass, I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the air. “I’m not going to fire you.”

“Okay,” she huffed, tears welling in her eyes.

“Shit, Avery.” Earlier I’d been taking out my frustration with my family on her. Apparently, the distance and years hadn’t changed this aspect of our relationship, because this was a familiar pattern. I made her feel bad or guilty about something that wasn’t her fault—something she had no control over.

Especially the fact that I was extremely attracted to her—and knew it was wrong then, just like it was wrong now.

About the Author:

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!

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