Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Blog Tour!!! Ember-- Rachel Van Dyken!!!!


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.


Well, once again- Rachel has blown me away and stolen my heart!! Phoenix- holy hell, how that boy breaks my heart. The one member of the family that truly had to strive for his own internal personal redemption, the one who truly suffered through everything- finally, FINALLY, gets his HEA. And what an HEA it was!!
Phoenix and Bee's story is now my solid favorite. Without a doubt. Those two- they slay me. Their constant struggle to overcome their feelings, the pain that they both endured while trying to deny themselves- it broke me. I understood the terrible, utterly horrific things that Phoenix had done in his past- I remember them well. That said, I knew that he had served his penance. Even if he didn't. The pain that he put himself through- it guts you. And Bee- oh how I love her!! What a spitfire- even if she had been sheltered for her entire life. She had such an inner fire, it burned so bright, that there was really nothing that could keep Phoenix from her. It was like a moth to the flame. He never stood a chance. And Bee made sure that he knew it- that he knew that she wasn't going anywhere- no matter how hard he pushed.
Of course, we have plenty of the rest of the family mixed into the saga- because really, it just wouldn't be a story without them!! And finally- we get a sweet little miracle added into the family- from the ones that we all least expected.
To be short- I am in LOVE with this book- I cannot even find another way to describe it. Just pure adoration for Phoenix and Bee, and of course, for Rachel. Her books are insanely phenomenal, and I am honored to be a part of their advance reading and tours. I have given all of Rachel's books (that I have read), 5 huge stars- and Ember is NO exception. This one ranks right up there in my top faves- and as much as I look forward to Sergio's story- it kills me, because I hate to think of the end of this series.




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.” He hissed out a breath through his teeth.

“Prove it.”


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.”


About Rachel Van Dyken:


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


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