Well, I know I already said this one time (over on Rachel's FB group- Rachel's Rockin' Readers), but it stands to be repeated--- I cannot decide if I laughed more while reading Colton's book- or Max's!! These guys are freaking hilarious!!! Rachel just may have outdone herself in the humor department with this series- and that is saying a lot after having read all of Grandma Nadine's antics!!!
Max, who we all met and fell in love with in Colt and Milo's story, was bound to have to get his own HEA. I mean, come on, he just had to. We could not leave him hanging!! So, when Jason (Milo's brother and Max's newfound BFF), along with the rest of the gang, decide to meddle in his love life (in order to give his life a sense of direction)- you can bet your butt that you are not going to want to miss out on it. They decide, unbeknownst to Max, to sign him up for a "Bachelor" style dating game show- set upon an island in the tropics. Twenty five women vying for his love and affection. You would think that Max would be in heaven, right? Wrong, just oh so wrong. Come on guys- this is Rachel we're talking about!!! Of course there are going to be curveballs galore in this book!! Did I mention that the majority of these 25 women are insane?? Like really, don't turn your back on them, crazy? But, you know- totally in a hilarious way.
Plus, you get a goat and a gecko. I mean, come on- what more can you ask for? Oh yeah, you can ask for a kick ass heroine- that would be the amazing Becca- Starbucks barista extraordinaire. Becca is, without a doubt, the most perfect match that could have ever existed for Max, and she is one of the best things about this book. Love her- just totally love her. Add into the mix, Reid (Max's brother) and the rest of the gang, and this is without a doubt one of my new faves of the year. Rachel is already one of my top five authors, but she constantly finds a way to continue to keep herself in that spot. 5 huge stars!!!
RELEASE DAY: June 9
After losing his best friend to another guy, the notoriously
too-confident Max Emory suddenly feels lost. He may have devastatingly good
looks, an abundance of charm, and a claim to one of the biggest hotel empires
around, but he has no ambition anymore. So when his fed-up friends decide
they’ve had enough of his moping, they sign him up to be the next bachelor on
the reality series Love Island. And between his pride and his forged signature
on an ironclad contract, Max just can’t say no.
Now he’s stranded in paradise with twenty-four women, one
terrifying goat, and Becca, the breathtaking barista who already turned him
down back home. The closer Max gets to Becca, the more determined he becomes to
win her over. As she gets to know him better, things start heating up. But is
Becca really after Max’s heart—or is she after the cash prize she could claim
once the cameras stop rolling?
AMAZON: http://amzn.to/1LiOvv4
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Publisher: Skyscape
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Language: English
Excerpt
Son of a possessed goat. I was screwed. Oh, wait, no, that’s
what I would have been doing had my satanic brother not knocked on my door and
barged in.
Becca moved slightly, her face planted against my stomach.
Her breath hot on my skin. Shit, I was in a bad place, a very bad place. She
would be the death of me and the last thing I needed was for Reid to think I
was getting all hot and bothered because Hades had eaten another pair of my
underwear.
“’Sup, Bro?” I tried to act casual as I placed my hands
behind my head and exhaled.
Reid’s eyes narrowed. “You look funny.”
“I just woke up.” I faked a yawn. “You’re no perfect male
specimen in the mornings either, my friend.”
“Right.” Reid looked around the room, his eyes wildly
searching for something. “Have you seen Becca? I went to her hut to remind her
about the morning confessional and also make sure she knew what time her date
with you was, but she was gone.”
I shrugged. “Maybe she died.”
Becca pinched me in the ass.
My body jerked.
“Maybe. She. Died.” Reid repeated, his eyes narrowing more
and more by the second.
“I was kidding!” I laughed nervously. “She’s probably just .
. . swimming. You know.” My throat was drier than the desert. “With the fish.”
“Becca hates fish.”
“She hates sharks,” I corrected. “Fish aren’t sharks. Do you
even watch the Discovery Channel when I turn it on?”
“Swimming, huh?”
“Yeah, she loves swimming, one of her favorite things to do,
next to, you know . . .” Me, HA! “Art.”
“Art?” Reid looked confused. “What kind of art does she do?”
I can neither confirm nor deny that Becca was actively
squeezing something that should never be squeezed in that way. Ever. And I do
mean. Ever. Ever. Ever. “Er . . . she does nude art.”
And the squeeze just got worse. I kicked my feet, hoping to
land one on her, but she kept squeezing.
“Nude art?” Reid laughed. “Wow, that’s kind of hot.”
“Everything about Becca’s hot.” I shrugged.
The squeezing stopped. Hey, I’d done something right!
“You really like her, don’t you?”
“Yeah, man, I really do. She’s . . . incredible.”
Was it wrong to be a bit sad at the loss of her hand?
“Hmm.” Reid scratched his head. “Hey, what’s Hades have in
his mouth?”
I followed the direction of his gaze and felt my face pale.
Becca’s dress. Hades had somehow grabbed it in the middle of the night and was
now apparently trying to find the best way to deface it, if the way he was
sitting on it was any indication.
“My dress!” I blurted. “I brought one just in case . . .”
“Dude!” Reid held up his hands. “What? Is there something
you need to tell me? I mean you’ve always been sort of, like, metro, but . . .”
Damn it!
While trying to think of a great comeback . . . I nearly
seized. As what had once been a hand was replaced by something a lot more
inviting.
Damn that woman.
Damn that tongue!
I shuddered.
“You okay?” Reid got closer to the bed. “You look a little
sick.”
“Stop!” I gasped. Holy shit, I didn’t know my name. What was
my name?
Reid, most likely sensing my distress, chose that moment to
sit, yes, SIT on my bed. The same bed that I planned to purchase and send home
and put in the middle of my living room and stare at. I would refer to it as
the miracle bed. Because what was taking place? Miracle.
I clenched the sheets in my hand and swallowed as sweat
trickled down my face, “No, man, hell.” I trembled. “I’m just . . .” Breathing
ragged, I licked my lips. “Not feeling, right . . . shit, right there.”
“What?” Reid’s concern quickly turned to suspicion.
“Er . . .” I shook my head. “I’m going to puke!”
Reid jolted off the bed. “Dude, you know how I feel about
puke!”
“Then”—oh look, heaven!—“go away!” I clenched my teeth
together, snapping them as my entire body went rigid.
“Fine!” Reid held up his hands. “Just don’t forget about
your confessional.”
The door slammed behind him at the exact same time I saw a
billion stars give birth to tiny planets. It was also the same time that I saw
the secrets to the universe and waved at a unicorn as it floated by me.
I lifted up the sheet. Becca looked at me innocently, then
shrugged.
“Can I keep you?” I asked.
“That depends . . .”
“I’ll sell Reid.”
“You don’t have to sell Reid.”
“Really, I don’t mind. He can go live in Alaska for all I
care, just tell me I can keep you. I want to freaking wrap you up, put you in
my pocket, and never let go. Don’t make me beg.”
“Yeah.” Becca laughed. “You can keep me, but we may have to
do something about the goat.”
Hades stomped and then promptly peed on Becca’s dress.
“So naked art, huh?” She winked.
The Consequence of Loving Colton
It’s all fun and games…until someone’s heart is broken.
They’re not kids anymore, but Milo Caro is certain that
Colton Mathews will only see her as his best friend’s little sister for the
rest of their lives. After all, he made that clear the night before she left
for college. But four years later, her brother is getting married and Colt’s
the best man—and guess who is the best man’s last-minute date?
Milo vows to use the wedding to either claim the smoldering
firefighter’s heart or douse this torch for good. When Max—her best friend from
college, who may be carrying a torch of his own—crashes the party, they devise
a plan to make Colt see what he’s missing. But after Colt catches on, he
decides to cook up his own revenge.
Now it’s personal. Colt and Milo are at war, and between
Max’s questionable acting methods, an unfortunate trip to jail, and a maniacal
fiancée, what could possibly go right?
AMAZON: http://amzn.com/B00P9QJVSW
About 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 and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com
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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