Exclusive Excerpt - RIP by Rachel Van Dyken

Rachel Van Dyken brings you RIP a complete stand alone novel that fans of the Eagle Elite series will devour! Make sure you check out the exclusive excerpt we have for you today!  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. ADD TO GOODREADS “You,” I said simply. “It all leads to you. Everything. And I think, for now…” I leaned up, brushing my lips across his. “That’s all that matters.” “And if I’m the key to both your survival and your destruction, what then?” “You mean what if your water is poison?” I asked. He didn’t answer. “Then I want to drink.” There were two seconds. Two brief moments in time. When I felt my heart race and wondered if it matched his as Nikolai took a steadying breath… then swallowed hard. One beat against my chest, and his lips were touching mine. Two beats as my heart picked up speed, and I could feel the heat of his mouth as he slid his tongue across my lower lip. I moaned in response, reaching around his neck, grasping fistfuls of his hair and tugging as his body moved against mine. Without breaking the kiss, Nikolai found the hem of my cotton T-shirt, lifted it and pulled it over my head, our mouths parting for seconds before, with a sizzle of heat, they met again, and again. Each time our lips grazed it felt new, and yet familiar, like we’d shared hundreds of kisses, thousands of embraces. He leaned back and helped me to a sitting position, his muscles flexing from holding his own weight. Moonlight shone across the planes of his firm chest. Something about Nikolai’s masculine beauty was lethal, so dangerous that my heart raced even harder. He frowned, pressing his palm to my chest as if trying to calm me down. I wasn’t safe. Not in his arms.  Amazon || iBooks  || Barnes & Nobles || Smashwords  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 readers!  Want to be kept up to date on new releases? Text MAFIA to 66866!  You can connect with her on Facebook www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel's New Rockin Readers. Her website is www.rachelvandykenauthor.com  NEWSLETTER   FACEBOOK   TWITTER  GOODREADS  AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE