Title: Steal
A Standalone Seaside Pictures Novel
Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Genre: Second Chance/Rockstar Romance
Release Date: July 3, 2017
Release Date: July 3, 2017
Blurb
Steal, the follow-up
standalone rockstar romance to the #1NYT Bestseller
Keep…
It's easy to lose
yourself in someone you love.
Easier to lose
yourself in someone you hate…
I didn't think it
could get any worse than having to babysit a bunch of spoiled musicians on set
— keeping them out of trouble is a cakewalk compared to seeing my ex every day.
Seaside, Oregon isn't big enough for the both of us.
Seaside, Oregon isn't big enough for the both of us.
She hates me.
I loathe her.
The plan was simple
— stay the hell away and make sure she gets to set on time.
What I didn't expect
was to be faced with our past in front of an audience — and be forced to face
it again.
It's torture.
The way she looks at
me.
The way I try to
look through her.
Words left unsaid.
The lingering
aftermath still as powerful as ever.
I feed the chasm
between us, for fear that she'll make me feel again — and steal the last shred
of heart I have left.
We have everything
but each other.
It's not enough.
Not when you've lost
love.
And replaced it with
the only thing left — hate.
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Review
5 Stars
There is a reason why I love this author so damn much. She never goes
wrong. Rachel Van Dyken is amazingly talented and can write from humor to
romance to sexy ass mafia men and then she gives you these precious gems that
tears at your chest. Let me tell ya, I don't know what it was about this book
because I can't relate to shit all that happened in here but I fucking cried
like a little bitch. Like almost sob crying. I didn't think it was possible
because Angelica was very much on my can't stand that bitch list but holy
hell...... Wow! My heart hurt for her. I felt her anguish and loneliness. I
felt her inner turmoil. I just had all the feels!!!
Angelica and Will's story absolutely gutted me. I have to say that this
is my favorite of the Seaside Pictures Series. Hands down! And of course, it's
always a beautiful thing when you get the whole gang. The bond, love and
support between these friends is one of the things I love most about RVD books.
But this book. Holy FUCK....Good god, Rachel! You are a genius. This
story was absolute perfection. The emotions and the build up to the history
between these two had me sitting at the edge of my seat clutching at my pillow
for extra security and comfort. Flawless, beautiful, sexy, and an emotional
read that should not be passed up. If you haven't read any other RVD books (which you totally should cuz she da BOMB!) you definitely want to read this
one. Kuddos, Rachel! I think this is one of your best books to date and highly
worthy of more than 5 Stars!!!!
**ARC provided by the author in exchange for an honest review**
Excerpt
Angelica
I finally understood what prison would be like.
By way of my agent.
After his pep talk where I imagined kissing him about a
million times before he gave me a pat on my shoulder and helped me to my feet,
he walked me back to set and watched each scene.
When I was done and Lincoln asked if I wanted to go out with
the rest of the cast for drinks, Will stepped in. “She can’t.”
Did I call him a babysitter earlier?
The man was like a parent.
A prison guard.
A hot one.
One that oozed sexuality with a swagger that refused to go
away every time he walked in any direction. Hell, the guy was going to be
eighty years old and still turning heads when he walked into restaurants.
“I should have gone,” I said once Lincoln walked off with
Dani and Jay. “It’s good for the cast to bond.”
“He’s your brother. You’ve had your time.” Will shrugged.
I clenched my teeth and followed him to the parking lot, but
instead of going to his shiny car, he walked right past it.
Shit, he was going to make me walk back to the beach house
again, wasn’t he?
“Come on,” he called over his shoulder. “Keep up.”
“You’re twice my size!” I yelled in a struggle to keep up
with him in the flip-flops I’d packed into my bag that morning. “Hey, wait up!”
If anything the bastard picked up his pace until he reached
the sidewalk then stopped.
My flip-flop got stuck on the sidewalk sending me into his
arms. I braced myself on both of his biceps. My fingers tingled with the need
to squeeze and swoon into his embrace.
Instead, I shoved away and crossed my arms. “So? What now?”
He licked his lips, drawing my attention to his mouth. I
licked mine in response. Like an idiot.
“You did good today, Ang.” He held out his hand.
I narrowed my eyes. “Is this a trick?”
“No.” He smirked. “This is a hand. You take it in yours,
see?” He demonstrated by lacing our fingers together. A shiver erupted down my
right arm, goose bumps popped up.
People didn’t touch me.
But Will did.
I forgot what warmth had felt like.
Until he held my hand.
“Dinner.” He squeezed my hand and let it fall against my
side before he nodded to the busy main street of Seaside where families ran
back and forth between ice cream and taffy shops like sugar addicts. “It’s the
least I can do.”
“For?”
He grinned. “For actually not sucking today.”
I smacked him in the shoulder. It was a kneejerk reaction.
He laughed harder and rubbed the spot.
“I see you still know how to hit pretty hard.”
“And you’re still a sarcastic ass,” I said sweetly.
“Always will be.” He winked.
My diaphragm refused to work.
I nearly stopped breathing.
Why did he have to remind me how easy it had been between
us? Because in a life full of harsh realities — he’d always made me realize one
thing about love.
In the beginning, it should be easy.
Involuntary.
Like sucking the sweet salty air through my teeth and
exhaling in the same breath.
Love was as simple as the air surrounding us.
And between us, it had been more than natural; it had been
effortless. Love shouldn’t start out hard, the struggles happen once you’re
together long enough to realize that the other person isn’t perfect, and the
anger comes when you blame them for not living up to expectations.
I knew it well.
Because it had been easy.
Until it was so hard that I bailed.
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, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
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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