But I broke her, and now we both have to pay the price.
I'm her nightmare.
I'm her savior.
And now that I have her signature on an ironclad contract, I own her body and soul.
She doesn't remember me.
She will.
It's inevitable.
Because as much as I know I need to stay away, for fear of unlocking the memories I helped her father bury--I can't.
She was the apple in the Garden, dangled in front of me, her core so tempting and sweet. A voice whispered. Just. One. Bite.
I bit.
I tasted.
I fell.
Welcome to the world of the Russian mafia, where death, is your only future.
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RIP is a totally new animal for Rachel Van Dyken. Although it is still within the mafia wheelhouse that she has become known for, RIP takes you on a dark road that she hasn't ever traveled down before. In RIP we get to see a dark and twisted side to our beloved Rachel... and I loved every minute of it.
RIP is a spin off of the Eagle Elite Series. It is a complete standalone and can be read without ever having picked up an Elite book.
Maya Petrov finds herself in front of the notorious and reclusive Nikolai Blazik. Nikolai is known for his works in medicine and Maya has been trying to gain an interview with him forever. So when she is finally summoned to his offices, she's more than a little surprised. Before she can blink, she has been shown a contract signed by her father, basically selling her to Nikolai for the next year. She's trapped, there is no way out, at least without losing her life.
What comes next takes you on a roller coaster ride through secrets that keep you guessing at every turn. You know that Nikolai and Maya have a past, but as it unfolds along with Nikolai's family history, you don't know who to trust.
RIP is a mind game you don't mind playing. I really hope that Rachel continues with this spin off series, as there is still so much to explore!
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“You are your father’s daughter.” His
lips curved into a delicious smile, “You resemble each other, not in looks, but
definitely in attitude.” His gaze was unapologetic as he tilted his head and
started raking his eyes from my feet up my legs until finally settling on my
face. I clenched my legs together tightly and forced a smile.
“If you don’t mind, Mr. Blazik, I’d
really like to get on with the interview, I know your time is precious.”
As was mine, I wanted to stress, but
didn’t, just barely restraining myself and clenching my teeth to keep from
giving him a much-needed verbal lashing.
“I blocked out my entire day.”
Did he want applause? “Right, well, I
assure you I can be fast.”
His dark laugh had me shivering and
wanting to lean forward all at once. Men that good looking shouldn’t be blessed
with chuckles like that—a freaking sirens call that’s what it was.
“Amazing… You truly don’t know why
you’re here, do you?”
How many times did I need to repeat
myself and why was I getting the sudden impression that the guy was on some
seriously hard drugs? I looked closer; didn’t pinpoint pupils mean he was high
or something?
“I assure you I’m not drunk, nor high,
if that’s what you’re thinking.” He chuckled again and rubbed his hands
together. “Though the idea does have merit, all things considering.” A muscle
clenched in his jaw.
Oh good, so he was a doctor who liked
drugs and had more money than God. That should go over well for addiction
problems.
I scooted back against the leather
and clicked my pen for, oh, I don’t know, the tenth time. “If you aren’t going
to answer my questions, I should probably go.”
“You won’t be going anywhere,” he
said in a quiet voice. “And for that I’m truly sorry.” His eyes met mine, and
they seemed… apologetic.
“Pardon?” Was he threatening me?
Warning bells went off in my head as adrenaline shot through my system.
“Your father…” He tilted his head.
“He owes me a debt… of gratitude… I asked for something irreplaceable,
something that’s been owed to me for a very long time.”
My stomach sank as my heart started
hammering against my chest.
“What exactly did my father give
you?” I choked out, hating that I probably knew the answer, because my father
was ruthless, he was a business man after all, and he never backed out of a
deal. It was business over family and our business was darkness itself,
horrible, something I blocked out because it made me feel better when I woke up
in the morning and fell asleep at night.
“Well…” Mr. Blazik stood. “I thought
that would be obvious.” He turned his back to me and walked over to his
desk then pressed a button causing blinds to creep down all the windows. When
he turned, the room was already starting to blanket in darkness, making it so
that his teeth practically glowed. “He gave me you.”
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