My Thoughts
I am such a huge fan of Rachel's Eagle Elite series and I couldn't wait to read this book that is a spin-off of it. She has a way of hooking you into a story from the very first page and not letting you go without wanting more. There's always the promise of the unexpected with her stories and Nik and Maya's story is that promise plus.
Nik is the doc that can erase memories and he did that to Maya. She is beginning to see glimpses of that past as they fight their attraction to each other. Now Nik is one hot doc and they are scorching together, but add to that a fantastic twisty story and it's golden. I loved every bit of it.
I give RIP 5 hearts!
About the Book
Pretty things aren't meant to be broken.
But I broke her, and now we both have to pay the price.
I'm her nightmare.
I'm her savior.
And now that I have her signature on an ironclad contract, I
own her body and soul.
She doesn't remember me.
She will.
It's inevitable.
Because as much as I know I need to stay away, for fear of
unlocking the memories I helped her father bury--I can't.
She was the apple in the Garden, dangled in front of me, her
core so tempting and sweet. A voice whispered. Just. One. Bite.
I bit.
I tasted.
I fell.
Welcome to the world of the Russian mafia, where death, is
your only future.
Excerpt
“You are your father’s daughter.” His lips curved into a
delicious smile, “You resemble each other, not in looks, but definitely in
attitude.” His gaze was unapologetic as he tilted his head and started raking
his eyes from my feet up my legs until finally settling on my face. I clenched
my legs together tightly and forced a smile.
“If you don’t mind, Mr. Blazik, I’d really like to get on
with the interview, I know your time is precious.”
As was mine, I wanted to stress, but didn’t, just barely
restraining myself and clenching my teeth to keep from giving him a much-needed
verbal lashing.
“I blocked out my entire day.”
Did he want applause? “Right, well, I assure you I can be
fast.”
His dark laugh had me shivering and wanting to lean forward
all at once. Men that good looking shouldn’t be blessed with chuckles like
that—a freaking sirens call that’s what it was.
“Amazing… You truly don’t know why you’re here, do you?”
How many times did I need to repeat myself and why was I
getting the sudden impression that the guy was on some seriously hard drugs? I
looked closer; didn’t pinpoint pupils mean he was high or something?
“I assure you I’m not drunk, nor high, if that’s what you’re
thinking.” He chuckled again and rubbed his hands together. “Though the idea
does have merit, all things considering.” A muscle clenched in his jaw.
Oh good, so he was a doctor who liked drugs and had more
money than God. That should go over well for addiction problems.
I scooted back against the leather and clicked my pen for,
oh, I don’t know, the tenth time. “If you aren’t going to answer my questions,
I should probably go.”
“You won’t be going anywhere,” he said in a quiet voice.
“And for that I’m truly sorry.” His eyes met mine, and they seemed… apologetic.
“Pardon?” Was he threatening me? Warning bells went off in
my head as adrenaline shot through my system.
“Your father…” He tilted his head. “He owes me a debt… of
gratitude… I asked for something irreplaceable, something that’s been owed to
me for a very long time.”
My stomach sank as my heart started hammering against my
chest.
“What exactly did my father give you?” I choked out, hating
that I probably knew the answer, because my father was ruthless, he was a
business man after all, and he never backed out of a deal. It was business over
family and our business was darkness itself, horrible, something I blocked out
because it made me feel better when I woke up in the morning and fell asleep at
night.
“Well…” Mr. Blazik stood. “I thought that would be
obvious.” He turned his back to me and
walked over to his desk then pressed a button causing blinds to creep down all
the windows. When he turned, the room was already starting to blanket in
darkness, making it so that his teeth practically glowed. “He gave me you.”
About the Author
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, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from
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