We welcome Rachel Van Dyken via the blog today to celebrate the upcoming release of Enforce, Book 1.5 of the Eagle Elite Series. Out December 18th.
There’s
two sides to every story...
And
ours? Isn't pretty...
Then
again, what's pretty about the mafia?
Trace
Rooks, that’s what.
But
she only wants one of us, and I'll kill him before I let him have her.
The
only problem?
We're
cousins.
And
she may just be our long lost enemy.
Whoever
said college was hard, clearly didn't attend Eagle Elite University.
Welcome
to hell also known as the Mafia where blood is thicker than life, and to keep
yours? Well, keep your friends close, and your enemies?
Even
closer...
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Rachel took us back to were it all began however through different eyes.
Me personally, I love a male characters POV but from multiple men we have all grown to love, it certainly met my exceptions and more.
Without giving away the storyline for those yet to read this fabulous series, Rachel has this way with her writing that makes you turning the pages with excitement and intrigue to find what the story will unfold next. After the ending of each book, it always leaves you wanting more. I felt that there is always more to everyone's story and Enforce certainly covers it from all angles. From Nixon's cruel ways I just wanted to throttle him but still love him at the same time, to Chase, well his view CRUSHED me. With Phoenix's POV, Rachel cleverly set our minds in readiness for the upcoming book of his own.
Considering the storyline through Elite, is based on Trace's Female POV, Enforce brought further light to situations from just seeing it from their view. Another brilliant book of the series. Bring on Pheonix's story
5 Sassy Stars
Chase :
I grabbed the girl’s arm and practically dragged
her down the hall. The rest of the students followed because, hey, who doesn’t
like a free show? Hell, it wasn’t like I was going to hurt the girl. I didn’t
hit girls. That wasn’t my specialty. I would never hit a girl unless I had no
choice, my life or hers.
“So…” I gently pushed her away. “…what’s your
name?”
“B-Brit.” She wrapped her arms around her
stomach.
“How old are you, Brit?”
“Twenty.”
“Major?” I sighed, shoving my hands in my pockets
while it went deathly silent around me.
Her blue eyes flickered with uncertainty; she
tucked a piece of red hair behind her shoulder. “Business.”
“Father’s name?”
People whistled.
She pressed her lips together.
“Father’s name? Don’t make me ask again, Brit.”
“Arnold.”
“Ah…” I snapped my fingers. “Ben Arnold,
Independent. Was elected into the House of Representatives a few years back.
Loves to golf, has a dog named… Henry and a goldfish named Stu. Cheated on his
wife of twenty years with a stripper and was caught embezzling money from the
State of Iowa but wasn’t penalized or taken to prison. Good ol’ Ben.” I
chuckled. “Loves his little girl. I mean, he really does. After all, that was
his plea, “Don’t do this to my family.” I sighed. “It’s just too bad.”
“Wh-what?” Brit gasped, tears streaming down her
face. “What do you mean?”
“Prison… is not for the faint of heart.” I sighed.
“Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
Brit shook her head.
I pulled out my cell and dangled it in front of her
face. “One phone call from me and your father will be behind bars so fast you
won’t even get to say goodbye. One phone call, Brit, and I suck every possible
future from your pathetic life. You’ll be lucky to be working as a prostitute
once I’m finished with you. Because let’s face it, even prostitutes need to
have some class, am I right?”
People around me started whispering.
“So here’s what’s going to happen…” I cleared my
throat and approached her until she could feel the heat from my body. “You talk
to Trace again? I make that phone call. You talk about her, and I hear about it
from one of your ugly friends? I make the phone call. Daddy goes to prison, all
the family money gets taken, and, just because I love making people suffer that
much, I tell the freaking world about your mother’s little… problem. Got me?”
Her lips trembled as tears cascaded down her puffy
cheeks.
“Great.” I smiled and turned. “Anyone else want to
tempt fate today, or are we good?”
Nobody spoke.
“Awesome. Then go back to class, make good choices,
don’t do drugs, and— Go Eagles!”
I sent Nixon a quick text to let him know the
situation had been dealt with, though I was kind of irritated at him. He’d been
the hero while I’d had to take care of the dirty work. It was what I did, but
for the first time… ever, I wanted to be Nixon. I wanted to be the guy who took
care of business, not the second-in-command.
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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 and their snoring Boxer, Sir
Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing
journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com
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