Losing your ability to speak at the age of seventeen; it’s not normal or fair.
But trauma, has a way of throwing normality out the window.
Dani lives anything but a normal life.
Her sister is married to one of the biggest names in Hollywood.
Her best friends are rockstar duo AD2.
And she has more love around her than most people experience in a lifetime.
But that doesn't change the fact their parents are dead.
Or that it's her fault.
It seems her new normal is being a mute, living on the inside, unable to actually communicate on the outside.
That is until Hollywood’s newest heartthrob Lincoln Greene hires her as his assistant for the summer.
He's gorgeous, completely unavailable, and unobtainable.
But that doesn't stop her from wondering...if things were different...would he want her?
If she was whole, would he be the other half?
ARC received for an honest review
Rachel van Dyken has done it again with Capture.
That is exactly what it does. Right from the first word to the last, it captures your heart, mind and soul.
Note that I have not read the Seaside series yet - so many books, so little time - but that did not detract from Capture. In fact, Capture inspired me to go back and read them sooner!
Dani's life has turned to crap in the past year, and I just wanted to hug the heck out of her. I can't imagine going through what she has at my age, let alone as a teen.
Lincoln Greene, huge Hollywood star, but no ego in sight really. Always saying the wrong thing.
I love how they are together; Linc brings out the best and the worst in Dani, when she is "forced" to become his PA by her sister and her Hollywood Hubby Jaymeson.
But he also brings out her best, draws her out of the shell she has been in for the past year, brings out her sassy and snarky mouth.
I think I spent most of Capture with a smile on my face or with a giggle escaping - well, not in the sad bits, which there are a couple.
What a "family" Dani has around her. Family is not just blood, and the way hers surrounds her, helps her, guides her - and also at times smothering her with good intentions - man those boys truly are swoonworthy. And what seventeen year old girl wouldn't want rock stars as her best friends and movie stars in her family?
From the first word to the last, I did not want to escape the wonderful world of Seaside, and I can't help to fall back into that world - hopefully not too far into the future.
Now, I find myself with a hankering for marshmallows....
EXCERPT:
“Finally!” Jaymeson pointed at
both of us. “Lincoln, show her to her
mark. Dani, for this scene you’re simply staring at him like you want to eat him. Think
you can do that?”
I nodded.
Any woman could do
that.
Most men too.
“Cue music!” Jaymeson called
out. “Action.”
A techno mix of AD2’s latest song filled
the air as the extras started dancing around us. I stayed glued to the wall
while Lincoln delivered his lines
to Pris, and then he lifted his head, meeting my gaze.
It’s just a movie. It’s just a movie.
The breath left my
chest on one slow exhale as he moved toward me, his body making fluid
purposeful movements through the crowd.
My lips parted; my
entire body felt heavy as he approached.
He stopped in front
of me, his forehead grazing mine as he leaned in a few inches. Our breath
mingled as the music and scene faded around me.
“Cut!” Jaymeson yelled.
Holy crap on a
cracker. I almost experienced my first stroke — at seventeen.
“You okay?” Lincoln’s eyebrows knit
together in concern.
I licked the
lipstick from my lips and nodded quickly.
Jaymeson approached.
“Time for the kiss,
remember kissing, not hockey. Clearly, you were confused earlier.”
Lincoln gritted his teeth
and let out a little groan.
I patted his arm and
grinned, my way of encouraging him. He seemed to pale more.
My stomach sank.
Maybe it was me.
I was the problem.
Not the kiss, but
me. If he’d had trouble kissing my gorgeous sister, how was he going to be
able to kiss me?
“Hey…” Lincoln cupped my cheek. “… focus on me, nothing
else, alright? It’s only us.”
I nodded.
“You ever been to a
party?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Ever made out with a
guy at a party that wasn’t your boyfriend?”
I thought about it
then slowly shook my head.
“So that’s what this scene is
about. It’s about a guy seeing a girl from across the room and wanting her
so badly that he’s willing to cheat on his own girlfriend for just one taste.
Granted, he’s supposedly drunk and high, but that just takes the romance out
of it, doesn’t it?”
He released my cheek
and stepped back. “Imagine you’re trying to attract me, make your body as inviting as possible.
Hell, just stand there and look at me, and you’ll sell it.”
Sell it. I repeated
the words in my mind.
I could do that.
Because I wanted him
to kiss me.
It made my heart
beat faster.
My blood pump
harder.
And for the first
time since my parents’ death, I was actually excited about something. Nervous, but
excited.
“Okay,” I mouthed.
I must have
surprised him again because his eyes darkened, and then he grinned. “One day, Dani. One
day I’m going to hear my
name coming from that gorgeous mouth of yours, and I’m not going to be
held responsible for my actions… damn the consequences.”
My breath hitched.
“Quiet on set! And
action!”
There was no
warning. Suddenly, Lincoln’s mouth was fused
against mine, no teeth, just his soft lips pushing, prodding, moving slowly
back and forth until his tongue slid through and made contact with mine.
Heart racing, I
opened my mouth enough to deepen the kiss as heat washed over me.
He groaned and dug
his fingers into my shoulders then slid his hands down my back and gripped my
butt. I let out a squeak of surprise as I flicked his tongue with mine.
“Cut!” Jaymeson yelled.
I kept kissing.
So did Lincoln.
His chest brushed
roughly against mine; my breasts ached at the sharp contact. I let out a little
hiss at the exact time Linc let out a groan and nudged his knee between my
legs.
“Cut!” Jaymeson yelled
again.
Slowly, Lincoln pried himself away
from me, chest heaving.
“Good enough,” said Jaymeson.
“No,” Lincoln argued without
taking his wild grey eyes off me, “I went off script. We need to do it again.”
“The hell you do,” someone mumbled. I
wasn’t surprised to see
Demetri glaring daggers at Lincoln’s back. Alec was
next to Jaymeson, giving him an earful. I noted the strong tick in his jaw.
“Fine.” Jaymeson waved them
both off. “We’ll do it again.”
“Take two, and
action!”
This time the kiss
was slow, languid in its movements. Hot waves of pleasure coursed through my
body as his tongue slid seductively pass my lips. His taste, the feel of his
mouth was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Greedily, I moaned, desperate for more
of him as I reached for his shirt then fisting it with my hands and tugging him
tighter against my body, wanting more contact with him. I felt every plane of
muscle as he slowly turned us so his back was semi facing the camera. His knee
nudged my legs apart as pressure increased down the middle of my body. I hadn’t really looked long
at the script, but I was pretty sure that this wasn’t part of it.
Not that I was
complaining.
He rocked into me,
my back connected with the wall. With a possessive growl, he nipped my lower
lip then started kissing down my neck. Kissing in public had never been my
thing — but maybe that was
because I’d never kissed Lincoln.
I would kiss him
anywhere.
All he needed to do
was ask.
Body humming with
pleasure, I let out a little gasp as his warm lips met the pulse on my neck.
Then his tongue licked where his lips had just been.
His knee rose higher
and higher as my body sank onto his; the first contact of his leg had my body
screaming with pleasure — just a little higher, just a little more.
“Cut!” someone shouted,
though it didn’t sound like Jaymeson.
Suddenly, Demetri
was pulling Lincoln away from me and
glaring daggers at both of us. “I think you guys got the scene.”
Embarrassed, I
looked down, tucking my silky hair behind my ear. Did I really almost just dry
hump Lincoln Greene’s leg? In front of about twenty people, including my sister?
“You sure?” Lincoln asked, voice
hoarse. I glanced up at him, his chest was heaving with exertion, his lips
swollen. “Because I could have sworn I messed up my lines.”
“There are no lines,
you bastard,” Demetri muttered under his breath.
“Damn it!” Jaymeson shouted. “Hey, guys, I’m going to need you
to shoot it one more time. Remember, Lincoln, you’re supposed to
proposition her.”
Lincoln grinned smugly at
Demetri.
Demetri didn’t move.
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
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