Cover Reveal: Steal (Seaside Pictures #3) by Rachel Van Dyken

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Cover Reveal: Steal (Seaside Pictures #3) by Rachel Van DykenTitle: Steal
Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Series: Seaside Pictures #3
Published by EverAfter Romance
Release Date July 3, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult Romance, Rocker Romance
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Steal, the follow-up standalone rockstar romance to the #1 New York Times bestseller Keep...

It's easy to lose yourself in someone you love.

Easier to lose yourself in someone you hate...

I didn't think it could get any worse than having to babysit a bunch of spoiled musicians on set ― keeping them out of trouble is a cakewalk compared to seeing my ex every day.

Seaside, Oregon isn't big enough for the both of us.

She hates me.

I loathe her.

The plan was simple ― stay the hell away and make sure she gets to set on time.

What I didn't expect was to be faced with our past in front of an audience ― and be forced to face it again.

It's torture.

The way she looks at me.

The way I try to look through her.

Words left unsaid.

The lingering aftermath still as powerful as ever.

I feed the chasm between us, for fear that she'll make me feel again ― and steal the last shred of heart I have left.

We have everything but each other.

It's not enough.

Not when you've lost love.

And replaced it with the only thing left ― hate.

Title: Steal

Series: Seaside Pictures #3

Genre: Contemporary Rocker Romance

Author: Rachel Van Dyken

Release Date: July 3, 2017

Excerpt

Angelica

I finally understood what prison would be like.

By way of my agent.

After his pep talk where I imagined kissing him about a million times before he gave me a pat on my shoulder and helped me to my feet, he walked me back to set and watched each scene.

When I was done and Lincoln asked if I wanted to go out with the rest of the cast for drinks, Will stepped in. “She can’t.”

Did I call him a babysitter earlier?

The man was like a parent.

A prison guard.

A hot one.

One that oozed sexuality with a swagger that refused to go away every time he walked in any direction. Hell, the guy was going to be eighty years old and still turning heads when he walked into restaurants.

“I should have gone,” I said once Lincoln walked off with Dani and Jay. “It’s good for the cast to bond.”

“He’s your brother. You’ve had your time.” Will shrugged.

I clenched my teeth and followed him to the parking lot, but instead of going to his shiny car, he walked right past it.

Shit, he was going to make me walk back to the beach house again, wasn’t he?

“Come on,” he called over his shoulder. “Keep up.”

“You’re twice my size!” I yelled in a struggle to keep up with him in the flip-flops I’d packed into my bag that morning. “Hey, wait up!”

If anything the bastard picked up his pace until he reached the sidewalk then stopped.

My flip-flop got stuck on the sidewalk sending me into his arms. I braced myself on both of his biceps. My fingers tingled with the need to squeeze and swoon into his embrace.

Instead, I shoved away and crossed my arms. “So? What now?”

He licked his lips, drawing my attention to his mouth. I licked mine in response. Like an idiot.

“You did good today, Ang.” He held out his hand.

I narrowed my eyes. “Is this a trick?”

“No.” He smirked. “This is a hand. You take it in yours, see?” He demonstrated by lacing our fingers together. A shiver erupted down my right arm, goose bumps popped up.

People didn’t touch me.

But Will did.

I forgot what warmth had felt like.

Until he held my hand.

“Dinner.” He squeezed my hand and let it fall against my side before he nodded to the busy main street of Seaside where families ran back and forth between ice cream and taffy shops like sugar addicts. “It’s the least I can do.”

“For?”

He grinned. “For actually not sucking today.”

I smacked him in the shoulder. It was a kneejerk reaction. He laughed harder and rubbed the spot.

“I see you still know how to hit pretty hard.”

“And you’re still a sarcastic ass,” I said sweetly.

“Always will be.” He winked.

My diaphragm refused to work.

I nearly stopped breathing.

Why did he have to remind me how easy it had been between us? Because in a life full of harsh realities — he’d always made me realize one thing about love.

In the beginning, it should be easy.

Involuntary.

Like sucking the sweet salty air through my teeth and exhaling in the same breath.

Love was as simple as the air surrounding us.

And between us, it had been more than natural; it had been effortless. Love shouldn’t start out hard, the struggles happen once you’re together long enough to realize that the other person isn’t perfect, and the anger comes when you blame them for not living up to expectations.

I knew it well.

Because it had been easy.

Until it was so hard that I bailed.


Capture (Seaside Pictures #1)

Amazon US

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?


Keep (Seaside Pictures #2)

Amazon US

My name is shouted on rooftops.

It’s written on bras, on the inside of bathroom stalls, hell my name is everywhere.

To say my name is to experience an orgasm without ever leaving your damn house.

My name is Zane “Saint” Andrews.

I’m sex.

I’m a rock god.

I’m also… a virgin.

What they don’t know won’t kill them right? Give the people what they want. And what they want is the idea of me; the pleasure they gain at listening to my song and knowing without a doubt I’m talking about them and only them.

It worked for a while.

Until a nerdy girl with glasses falls at my feet, literally, and suddenly I don’t want to be Saint anymore, what I want? What I really need?

Is to be kept.

By her.

About Rachel Van Dyken

Rachel Van Dyken is the #1 New York Times Bestselling, Wall Street Journal, And USA Today bestselling author of over 80 books ranging from contemporary romance to paranormal. With over four million copies sold, she’s been featured in Forbes, US Weekly, and USA Today. Her books have been translated in more than 15 countries. She was one of the first romance authors to have a Kindle in Motion book through Amazon publishing and continues to strive to be on the cutting edge of the reader experience. She keeps her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, adorable son, naked cat, and two dogs.

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