RELEASE DATE: FEBRUARY 19
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I am a Killer. A Rapist. A Monster.
I know only pain and survival.
That is until the Cappo's sister walked into my life.
And changed everything.
She's a light who makes my darkness darker, her smile makes
my heart turn to ice, and I can't escape the fear her seductive looks
instill--knowing it's only a matter of time before I fail--again, and take her
for myself.
This is the story of my redemption.
But it's not pretty...I died, and now I'm alive, but not
living, breathing but not surviving. I am Phoenix De Lange, son to a murdered
mob boss, estranged brother, horrible friend, monster in the making, newest
leader to one of the most powerful families in the Cosa Nostra.
And I will have my vengeance.
Or die trying.
I am Phoenix De Lange.
Death is all I know.
Until she offers me a piece of life--I can't resist taking.
Excerpt from Ember:
I wasn’t
sure how to act. Wasn’t sure if I should apologize for attacking him or thank
him for not laughing in my face. Embarrassed and irritated that he was most
likely going to ignore whatever it was between us even if it killed him, I
stared hard at the cement floor.
“How are you
feeling, little girl?”
“I’m not
little.”
“You want me
to call you fat?”
“No.” I
lifted my head. “Call me gorgeous like you did last night.”
“Well,
shit.” Phoenix ran his hands over his face then grabbed my arm and dragged me
down the hall into a darkened corner. “You remember?”
“You kissed
me.”
“Prove it.”
“What’s
wrong with you?” I pushed against his chest. “You like me! Admit it!”
Phoenix made
a face. “You were drunk, launched yourself at me, and I caught you. Did we
kiss?” His eyes went completely black. “Yeah, we did, but it meant nothing.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He
hissed out a breath through his teeth.
“Prove it.”
“What?”
I pushed him
against the wall. “Prove it meant nothing. Let me kiss you now, and if it meant
nothing it will be like… what? Kissing your sister.”
“I’ve sworn
off women.”
“So this
should be an easy test then, right?”
“Bee…”
Phoenix’s face was pained, as if I was holding a gun to his head rather than
offering to kiss him. Was the idea so abhorrent? “Please…” His voice had a
pleading tone I’d never heard before. “Don’t do this.”
“One.
Little. Test.” I rose up on my tip toes and kissed him full on the mouth.
His lips
refused to move against mine.
I wrapped my
arms around his neck.
He stiffened
even more.
Irritated, I
bit his lower lip. He gasped, and I slid my tongue inside his mouth. He pushed
me away with a curse then wiped his lips. “Done. Your little test is done. I
didn’t respond. Happy now?”
His eyes
were furious; the blue flashed like lightning against his skin. His fingertips
shook as he made a fist.
“You like
me.”
“Bee…”
Phoenix pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. “…find someone your
own age, someone who’s interested in you in the way you deserve, alright?” His
tone was gentle, and maybe that was what hurt the most.
It was like
he was letting me down slowly, hoping I didn’t break.
But the joke
was on him.
Because I
was already broken.
I didn’t
want boys my age — I wanted him.
“You’re a
good liar.” My eyes narrowed. “And you’re lucky I’m patient.”
“Lucky?” He
sputtered out a laugh. “That you like toying with me?”
“No, lucky that
even though you constantly push me away…I keep coming back for more. But,
Phoenix… everyone’s time eventually runs out.”
“Go to
breakfast, Bee.”
“Go to hell,
Phoenix.”
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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 and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com
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