Steal
A Standalone Seaside Pictures Novel
By Rachel Van Dyken
Genre: Second Chance/Rockstar Romance
Release Date: July 3, 2017
Synopsis
Steal, the
follow-up standalone rockstar romance to the #1NYT 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.
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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.
Meet 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
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