From
#1 New York Times Bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes the third book in
the bestselling Eagle Elite Series...
“As
burns this saint, so burns my soul. I enter alive, and I will have to get out
dead.”
Chase
Winter let the love of his life slip through his fingers and into the hands of
his best friend and mafia boss of the Abandanato family. Now that he's been
given a second chance to right a wrong--he refuses to let his own selfishness
stand in the way. The only problem? He's not fully in possession of his heart,
so when Mil De Lange, the girl who's innocence he stole, and heir to the worst
of the worst mafia families in the US, asks him for a favor. He actually says
yes, not realizing that that one yes has the power to destroy them all.
Mil's
been in love with Chase as long as she can remember, but as the years went by,
the love turned to hate, and now that he's agreed to help her, she's wondering
if she made a fatal error. Because Chase isn't a teenager anymore. He's a hot
blooded male, bent on owning every part of her body and soul, and willing to
kill anyone in his path who dares stand in the way.
It's
time for secrets to finally be revealed...but make no mistake, it's going to
take a lot of bloodshed for those truths to be discovered.
You've
never read a New Adult Mafia story like this before...loyalties will be tested,
lovers reunited, and friendships obliterated. Welcome to the Family. Blood
in--No out.
This series just keeps getting better and better. Entice is by far
my favorite book in this series. Let me take a moment to sigh over Chase Winter.
*SIGH*
Chase keeps getting better with each book. I have a soft spot for
the underdog, and next to Nixon, when it came to Trace, he was definitely 2nd
place. My heart broke for him in book 2. It was still a bit broken at the
beginning of this book, but Rachel Van Dyken put it back together. I absolutely
love that Chase is bad ass, but he can also be tender, loving, and A LOT
possessive. He slowly and steadily climbed my bbf list and is now one of the
top ones. He is perfect for Mil and she for him.
Mil is the new boss if the De Langes and gets Chase to marry her
to secure her position and to protect her. She wants to rectify the wrongs that
her family has committed and revamp the whole family all together. However,
she's scared. She knows secrets that are directly tied to her past. These
secrets come out to plague them all.
While Chase is mending a broken heart, Mil is busy trying to
protect hers from him. If you'll remember from book 2, these two have a past
and Mil has yet to get over him. It was great how they gradually came together
and realized their love for each other.
This book has a bit of everything from some darkness and action to
tenderness and love. It's just a well rounded book, which is what I've come to
expect of this author. She sets the stage for Tex's story coming in book 4,
Elicit. I can't wait!
By the
time I got back to the room, Chase was in the bathroom. The shower was running,
and I could have sworn I heard him singing some sort of Frank Sinatra song, but
it’s entirely possible I made it up. Trace hadn’t been the only one drinking
wine.
With a flourish I fell across the bed and let out a huge sigh — the type of
sigh a girl lets out when she’s trying to let the person next to her know that
something’s not right.
Lucky me. All I had was a wall.
Right, so I was sighing at a damn wall.
I sighed again.
Well, no time like the present. I wasn’t sure which side of Chase I was going
to get tonight. The hot-as-hell arrogant asshole, who made me want to slap him
almost as much as I wanted to kiss him? Or the funny, easy-going, hormonal
teenager, who had left earlier this evening after staring at my boobs like he
was twelve?
I smirked at the thought. Me and my sigh would take either one. The water
turned off in the bathroom. The door swung open. I glanced and almost fell off
the bed.
Chase naked.
Chase. Was. Naked.
Clearly he wasn’t aware that I was in the room. He didn’t turn, just ran the
fluffy white towel around his dripping body. Licking my lips, I felt my pulse
jump as he wiped a few droplets that streamed down his face. Damn, I wanted to
run my tongue along the trails the water created. My breathing picked up — and
I swore under my breath as that same towel ran down his ridiculously tight abs.
I was completely wrecked, my body strung so tight I was afraid to keep
breathing — afraid that it was too loud — and I didn’t want the show to end.
Aw, crap. Embarrassed, I cleared my throat and scolded my eyes for continuing
to remain on his muscled body. Just one more look, I promised myself, and then
I’d be fine.
“Good.” I continued my bold stare. His ass was fine. Seriously. Fine.
“Yup,” I squeaked, my voice sounding all kinds of immature.
“I, uh—” Laughing, I scooted away from him toward the pillows. “I was going to
say something, but—”
“Cut the shit, Mil.” Chase smirked. “You were ogling.”
“Girls don’t ogle.”
“Oh?” That gorgeously perfect idiotic face mocked me with every ounce of
hotness. Damn Chase Winter. Damn beautiful man. God should have at least taken
pity on the female race and made him short or fat or anything but what I was
staring at. A muscled god with dark skin, bright green eyes, and a smile that
made a girl immediately want to do anything she could to trap him into
marriage.
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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