Tuesday, December 17, 2013

BLOG TOUR: Elect by Rachel Van Dyken

Would you die for the one you love?

Nixon Abandonato made his choice. And now he has to pay the price. Tracey is the love of his life, but being with him has made her a target of his family's enemies. The only way to keep Trace alive is convince the world she means nothing to him. 
Trace Rooks has fallen irrevocably in love with the son of her family's sworn rival, and she knows in her bones nothing can tear them apart. Until Nix suddenly pushes her away and into the arms of his best friend... But Trace isn't ready to give up on a future with Nix--and if he won't fight for them, she will. 

In the end, a sacrifice must be made. A life for a life. For what better way to cover a multitude of sins than with the blood of a sinner . . . 


Top 5 best ways to “kill” a character (Elect/Mafia style)
1. Quick shot to the head.  

2. Baseball bat to break bones  and then shot.

3. Cement shoes (cementing the persons legs and tossing them into a deep body of water)

4. Suffocation (to make it look like an accident)

5. The Brazen Bull (light a fire under an iron bull, stick the person inside, and hear them scream, this was actually started by the Sicilians)

6. (bonus!) Hanging

Fun fact, I actually looked this up when I was writing the books and I'm pretty sure I’m now on watch from the US government lol ~ Rachel

“Let’s make a pact.” Chase put his hand on my shoulder.

“A pact?” I sniffled and turned to him. “What kind of pact?”

“One that’s forever. One that protects people rather than hurts them.”

“How do we do that?” I was suddenly interested. What if I could make all the hurt go away? What if I could save everyone!

“We do this.” Chase pulled out his pocketknife and cut open his hand, then nodded to me to do the same thing. Without pausing I cut open my hand and handed back the knife. “Blood brothers. We’re never gonna hurt each other and we’re gonna save those like your ma, Nixon. Ones who can’t save themselves. We’re going to protect them.”

“How?” I watched as the blood dripped from my open palm.

“Rules.” Chase shrugged. “They keep people safe, right? At least that’s what my mom says.” He smiled. “We make rules and we start our own club. That way, we don’t have to listen to anyone but us.”

I liked it. I chewed on my lower lip. “What do we call ourselves?”

“The chosen?” Chase offered.

“No, that sounds lame. We have to sound… more powerful than that.”

My eyes flickered to the road, and a sign poked into the ground. It said election. “Elect.” I pointed. “Let’s call ourselves The Elect.” It made sense; after all, the president was elected, wasn’t he? We weren’t exactly chosen, but we were making the choice, we were electing ourselves protectors. That’s what we were.

“Who else can join?” Chase asked.

“Tex and Phoenix. They’ll want to.” A weight suddenly felt like it was being lifted off my twelve-year-old shoulders. “Should we shake on it?”

“Yeah.” Chase smashed his hand against mine as our blood mixed. “No going back, Nixon.”

“No.” I shook my head. “No going back.”

I pressed my fingers to my temples and watched, replaying that moment over and over again in my head as the outline of Chase and Tracey flickered in the moonlight. Would he really do this to me? After all the shit we’d been through?

I gauged her reaction, hoping that I would be wrong. Praying to God that Trace would just this once listen to me. Her eyes flickered with interest for a few brief seconds before she looked down at the ground.

“Shit.” I waited in the shadows. A part of me knew this would happen. The part that told me to damn my feelings to hell and ignore all the warning signs that I’d been seeing. But now it seemed like it was too late. I stayed, planted where I was, watching, waiting.

“Chase, you can’t…” Trace shook her head. “You can’t be like this. We can’t do this!”

“We aren’t doing anything,” Chase said in low tones, reaching for Trace’s hand. “Don’t you?” He looked directly at me, although all he saw was a shadow. I knew I was well hidden. “Don’t you feel the same way?”

Trace jerked her hand away from Chase’s. “It doesn’t matter what I feel. It’s not about me, Chase.”

“But it is.” Chase reached for her again. This time her hand grasped his in such an intimate embrace I thought I was going to vomit all over the ground. The outside air was cold as hell as little pieces of ice tried to find their way into my wool coat.

“It isn’t.” Trace sighed. “It never was.”

Chase jerked her toward him. She fell against his chest and looked up into his eyes. “What are you doing?”

Chase sighed. “What I should have done a long time ago.” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips touched.

I had to look away.

The only sound in the night was that of my soft footsteps as I walked away… leaving my heart in broken pieces where I’d last stood. She was lost to me; it wasn’t even the Sicilians that had taken her, but my best friend.

A gunshot rang out loud and clear in the night air. I turned back around just in time to see Trace collapse into Chase’s arms.

 This book - THIS BOOK!!! AAAUUGGGHHH! I am just so happy that I got an ARC of this book. The Elite at Eagle Elite University has pulled me in. Hello my name is Becca and I am a total Elite/Elect Addict. First off, if you have not read Elite yet ~ do it now! And if you have read Elite, then you know exactly what I am talking about. 

In Elect, everything starts to come to light for Trace. She finds out about her family, Nix's family and just how in danger they all are. The Sicilians are on their way from Italy to help get the family back in order. This not only scares Nixon but also Chase and the whole gang. Trace's life is in danger, especially if she is found hanging out with Nixon. So what is the boy to do? He of course tries to push Chase on to Trace, hoping that they can pull the wool over the wolf's eyes, saving not only Chase and Trace's lives but his own. But like in any good mafia plot, there are rats and mules and things that look ok on the surface but we all know is not right.
Will Nixon lay down his life to help save Trace's own life? Will Trace fall into Chase or will she fight to keep the love that she suffered so much for already? 

This book had me on edge. I read it straight through. I could not put it down. I have read it over and over again and will probably read it a million times more. And this is not the end! There are still more books to come. So who wants to join me?? Hello....My name is Becca and I am an ADDICT of hot mafia boys :) 5 Shot to the Stars!!

Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times 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 http://rachelvandykenauthor.com/
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