After losing his best friend to another guy, the notoriously
too-confident Max Emory suddenly feels lost. He may have devastatingly good
looks, an abundance of charm, and a claim to one of the biggest hotel empires
around, but he has no ambition anymore. So when his fed-up friends decide
they’ve had enough of his moping, they sign him up to be the next bachelor on
the reality series Love Island. And between his pride and his forged signature
on an ironclad contract, Max just can’t say no.
Now he’s stranded in paradise with twenty-four women, one terrifying
goat, and Becca, the breathtaking barista who already turned him down back
home. The closer Max gets to Becca, the more determined he becomes to win her
over. As she gets to know him better, things start heating up. But is Becca
really after Max’s heart—or is she after the cash prize she could claim once
the cameras stop rolling?
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t's official. I'm obsessed with Rachel Van Dyken's Consequences Series. The Consequence of Loving Colton is one of my all time favorite books, so I had unattainable expectations for The Consequence of Revenge. Well, never doubt the magic of Van Dyken's words. Max's story was every bit as hilarious and I may even love it more than Colton and Milo's story. This book can be read as a stand alone but there are plenty of inside jokes readers will only understand if they read both novels.
The gang signs Max up to be the next bachelor on Love Island. Shenanigans ensue. That's it. That's all I can reveal without giving away plot spoilers. I absolutely laughed hysterically throughout this entire story. My body shook as I tried to keep in the laughter to not make fool of myself in public. Getting inside of Max's mind was fun and at times slightly disturbing. He's a hero that I will never get enough of. If you have a friend who loves to laugh, this is the perfect book for her. If your friend hates humor...yikes...recommend this book anyway. Maybe it'll soften her frigid heart.
The Consequence of Revenge is bursting with hilarity but also has tender romance and a few moments that keep you in suspense. I cannot wait to see whose story comes next, but for now I'll admit Max is my favorite. Once you go Max you don't go back. Rachel Van Dyken has definitely delivered with this book and it's a MUST READ NOW! for me.
Son of a possessed goat. I was screwed. Oh, wait, no, that’s what I
would have been doing had my satanic brother not knocked on my door and barged
in.
Becca moved slightly, her face planted against my stomach. Her breath
hot on my skin. Shit, I was in a bad place, a very bad place. She would be the
death of me and the last thing I needed was for Reid to think I was getting all
hot and bothered because Hades had eaten another pair of my underwear.
“’Sup, Bro?” I tried to act casual as I placed my hands behind my head
and exhaled.
Reid’s eyes narrowed. “You look funny.”
“I just woke up.” I faked a yawn. “You’re no perfect male specimen in
the mornings either, my friend.”
“Right.” Reid looked around the room, his eyes wildly searching for
something. “Have you seen Becca? I went to her hut to remind her about the
morning confessional and also make sure she knew what time her date with you
was, but she was gone.”
I shrugged. “Maybe she died.”
Becca pinched me in the ass.
My body jerked.
“Maybe. She. Died.” Reid repeated, his eyes narrowing more and more by
the second.
“I was kidding!” I laughed nervously. “She’s probably just . . .
swimming. You know.” My throat was drier than the desert. “With the fish.”
“Becca hates fish.”
“She hates sharks,” I corrected. “Fish aren’t sharks. Do you even watch
the Discovery Channel when I turn it on?”
“Swimming, huh?”
“Yeah, she loves swimming, one of her favorite things to do, next to,
you know . . .” Me, HA! “Art.”
“Art?” Reid looked confused. “What kind of art does she do?”
I can neither confirm nor deny that Becca was actively squeezing
something that should never be squeezed in that way. Ever. And I do mean. Ever.
Ever. Ever. “Er . . . she does nude art.”
And the squeeze just got worse. I kicked my feet, hoping to land one on
her, but she kept squeezing.
“Nude art?” Reid laughed. “Wow, that’s kind of hot.”
“Everything about Becca’s hot.” I shrugged.
The squeezing stopped. Hey, I’d done something right!
“You really like her, don’t you?”
“Yeah, man, I really do. She’s . . . incredible.”
Was it wrong to be a bit sad at the loss of her hand?
“Hmm.” Reid scratched his head. “Hey, what’s Hades have in his mouth?”
I followed the direction of his gaze and felt my face pale. Becca’s
dress. Hades had somehow grabbed it in the middle of the night and was now
apparently trying to find the best way to deface it, if the way he was sitting
on it was any indication.
“My dress!” I blurted. “I brought one just in case . . .”
“Dude!” Reid held up his hands. “What? Is there something you need to
tell me? I mean you’ve always been sort of, like, metro, but . . .”
Damn it!
While trying to think of a great comeback . . . I nearly seized. As
what had once been a hand was replaced by something a lot more inviting.
Damn that woman.
Damn that tongue!
I shuddered.
“You okay?” Reid got closer to the bed. “You look a little sick.”
“Stop!” I gasped. Holy shit, I didn’t know my name. What was my name?
Reid, most likely sensing my distress, chose that moment to sit, yes,
SIT on my bed. The same bed that I planned to purchase and send home and put in
the middle of my living room and stare at. I would refer to it as the miracle
bed. Because what was taking place? Miracle.
I clenched the sheets in my hand and swallowed as sweat trickled down
my face, “No, man, hell.” I trembled. “I’m just . . .” Breathing ragged, I
licked my lips. “Not feeling, right . . . shit, right there.”
“What?” Reid’s concern quickly turned to suspicion.
“Er . . .” I shook my head. “I’m going to puke!”
Reid jolted off the bed. “Dude, you know how I feel about puke!”
“Then”—oh look, heaven!—“go away!” I clenched my teeth together,
snapping them as my entire body went rigid.
“Fine!” Reid held up his hands. “Just don’t forget about your
confessional.”
The door slammed behind him at the exact same time I saw a billion
stars give birth to tiny planets. It was also the same time that I saw the
secrets to the universe and waved at a unicorn as it floated by me.
I lifted up the sheet. Becca looked at me innocently, then shrugged.
“Can I keep you?” I asked.
“That depends . . .”
“I’ll sell Reid.”
“You don’t have to sell Reid.”
“Really, I don’t mind. He can go live in Alaska for all I care, just
tell me I can keep you. I want to freaking wrap you up, put you in my pocket,
and never let go. Don’t make me beg.”
“Yeah.” Becca laughed. “You can keep me, but we may have to do something
about the goat.”
Hades stomped and then promptly peed on Becca’s dress.
“So naked art, huh?” She winked.
The
Consequence of Loving Colton
It’s all fun and games…until someone’s heart is broken.
They’re not kids anymore, but Milo Caro is certain that Colton Mathews
will only see her as his best friend’s little sister for the rest of their
lives. After all, he made that clear the night before she left for college. But
four years later, her brother is getting married and Colt’s the best man—and
guess who is the best man’s last-minute date?
Milo vows to use the wedding to either claim the smoldering
firefighter’s heart or douse this torch for good. When Max—her best friend from
college, who may be carrying a torch of his own—crashes the party, they devise
a plan to make Colt see what he’s missing. But after Colt catches on, he
decides to cook up his own revenge.
Now it’s personal. Colt and Milo are at war, and between Max’s
questionable acting methods, an unfortunate trip to jail, and a maniacal
fiancée, what could possibly go right?
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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
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