Friday 27 July 2018

✪ Envy (a 1001 Nights Novella / Eagle Elite 9.5) ✪ Rachel Van Dyken ✪ Release Blitz and Excerpt ✪

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes a new story in her Eagle Elite series

Every family has rules, the mafia just has more....
Do not speak to the bosses unless spoken to.
Do not make eye contact unless you want to die.
And above all else, do not fall in love.
Renee Cassani's future is set.
Her betrothal is set.
Her life, after nannying for the five families for the summer, is set
Somebody should have told Vic Colezan that.
He's a man who doesn't take no for an answer.
And he only wants one thing.
Somebody should have told Renee that her bodyguard needed as much discipline as the kids she was nannying.
Good thing Vic has a firm hand.

**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, its an introduction to an authors world. And for fans, its a bonus book in the authors series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**

ARC Received for an honest review

I am a fan of these 1001 short stories - it gives us a glimpse into where some favourite characters are now, or gives us a story of characters that were only minor players in other books.

If you have read  Rachel Van Dyken's Eagle Elite series (and if you haven't, you should!) you have met our main man Vic.

We know what Vic is capable of from previous stories, however we don't know Vic.  He plays by the rules, no matter what it costs him.

Renee is sweet and adorable, however we soon come to learn who and what she is and how strong she can be.

My heart hurts for Vic as he sets about doing his "duty".  I love the guys of Eagle Elite, but boy I really do kind of hate them in this at the same time.  Expecially that Dick-son - oops, I meen Nixon.  

I love the Vic and Renee go for what they want.  And oh my do they steam up my kindle!

I love getting to see a little of all the family and the "families" in Envy.  I have been invested in their lives for a lot of years now, and I always want to know more.  And my Chase plays quite an important part in Envy woohoo!

This was a great little read, just enough to tide me over until we get more full length EE.  

I can't wait to see what Ms Van Dyken brings me next.



I tasted his fear.
It mingled with his lust.
His desire.
I wanted him.
So I took him.
Because waiting for him to snap was like watching someone slowly burn from within until they lash out at everything around them. He felt the attraction. We were heat, we were untamed, we were greedy.
He reached for the front of my shirt and ripped it with his right hand. I gasped as he exposed my bra and then ripped that too, like I could go out and find another one just like it.
It would be easier if he was clumsy
If he didnt know exactly what he was doing when his tongue slid past my lips and teased every inch of my mouth.
He knew.
He knew my body better than I did.
I arched into him wantonly.
He responded by lifting me with one arm and bracing me against the tree, running his wicked mouth down my neck and licking one nipple, only to go to the other like hed been waiting to do it all day.
Each moan was swallowed by more deep kissing.
More, more, more.
Youre bad for me, he whispered against my neck. I want you anyways.
Youre bad for me, I admitted. Ill take you any way I can get.
He growled against my mouth, and the vibration of it sent shivers down my spine. Abruptly he pulled away.
I wanted to protest, to tell him not to run.
I didnt have to.
He threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing and carried me into the house, slamming the door behind him, locking it to keep bad guys outor maybe to keep the baddest of them all
He tossed me onto the nearest couch and attacked. His mouth came down hard, next his body, until all I knew was him.
Vics scent.
His taste.
The weight of him pressed against me.
I opened my mouth to him as he deepened the kiss. His rough hands cupped my breasts, weighing them, squeezing, as he sucked my tongue with his lips, bit down with his teeth.
Heart racing, I couldnt even form a logical thought beyond how good he tasted and how hot his skin was.
This happens once. He pulled away abruptly. Promise me.
I gulped.
Renee. It was his tone, the sound of my name falling from his lips like he was tortured by my nameby me. I knew that kind of torture, I knew what it was like to kiss my enemy and want him in my bed.
To hate myself for wanting the murderer.


Rachel Van Dyken is the New York TimesWall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When shes 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!