Rachel Van Dyken Libri

Per due anni, è come se non avessi vissuto; ero persa in un baratro di dolore, da cui credevo non sarei più riemersa. Poi ho incontrato Wes Michels. Lui è il raggio di sole che ha squarciato le tenebre della mia esistenza, la luce che mi ha ridato la speranza e la forza di ricominciare. Mi sono affidata ciecamente a lui, anche quando tutti mi dicevano di non farlo: Wes è troppo ricco, troppo impegnato a diventare la nuova stella del football e, soprattutto, troppo corteggiato per rimanere fedele a una ragazza come me. Non sanno quanto si sbagliano. Non conoscono il suo cuore e sono all’oscuro del suo segreto. Su una cosa però avevano ragione: non avrei dovuto innamorarmi di lui. Ho paura che, se resterò ancora una volta sola, sprofonderò di nuovo nel baratro. Perché adesso so che ogni giorno passato con Wes potrebbe essere l’ultimo…

"Ho cercato di rifarmi una vita. Sono fuggita nel cuore della notte dall'altra parte del Paese e mi sono iscritta al college sotto falso nome. Per un po', ha funzionato. Sono diventata Lisa, l'allegra e vivace studentessa sempre pronta a divertirsi. Eppure, ogni volta che qualcuno si avvicinava troppo a me, sentivo l'impulso di scappare di nuovo. Ogni volta che un ragazzo mi sfiorava, provavo solo una paura disperata. Perché non si può cambiare la propria anima. Non si può cancellare il passato. E gli errori che ho commesso mi tormentano come spiriti inquieti. Poi però ho incontrato Trevor. Lui è completamente diverso dagli uomini che ho conosciuto. È onesto, leale, buono. Ed è convinto che tutti meritino una seconda occasione. Vorrei potergli credere. Vorrei confidargli il mio segrero. Ma temo che così lo trascinerei nel mio abisso..."

Da quattro anni, Gabe Hyde vive in una menzogna. I suoi amici lo conoscono come un ragazzo allegro, sfacciato, che ama divertirsi e tornare a casa ogni sera con una conquista diversa. Nessuno sa che quella è una maschera che Gabe si è cucito addosso per nascondere la verità al mondo, lo stesso mondo che un tempo lo adorava come un idolo e che adesso, se scoprisse il suo segreto, lo trascinerebbe nel fango. E tutto per un unico, terribile errore che ha distrutto ciò che aveva di più caro. Dilaniato dal rimpianto e dal senso di colpa, Gabe è convinto di non avere più diritto di essere felice. Almeno finché non incontra Saylor. Sorriso innocente e luminosi occhi azzurri, Saylor è la classica brava ragazza cui di solito basta un'occhiata per capire che Gabe è un poco di buono dal quale è meglio stare alla larga. Invece lei è la sola in grado di leggere nel suo cuore. E a credere che meriti una seconda occasione. Ma l'amore che li lega darà a Gabe la forza necessaria per ricominciare o trascinerà anche Saylor nell'abisso?

I have lost everything. My purpose. My love. My soul. Death knocks on my door, I want to answer, but every time I reach for the handle--the promise I made her, brings me back. So I breathe. I live. I hate. And I allow the anger to boil beneath the surface of a perfectly indifferent facade. I am broken, I dont want to be fixed. One last trip to New York, one last chance to redeem a lost part of the mafia family. The Empire is crumbling and it's my job to fix it, my job to mend the pieces that were scattered over thirty years ago. The only issue is, the only way to fix, is to do something I swore I'd never do again. An arranged marriage. Only this time. I won't fall. Or so help me God, I'll kill her myself. My name is Sergio Abandanoto, you think you know my pain, my suffering, my anger, my hate--you have no idea. I am the mafia. I am the darkness. Blood in. No out.

Set against a backdrop of organized crime, this mafia romance delves into the complexities of love and loss. The story intertwines intense relationships with the dangerous world of the mafia, exploring themes of loyalty, betrayal, and the sacrifices made for love. Rachel Van Dyken, a bestselling author, brings her signature emotional depth to this gripping tale, promising readers a blend of passion and peril that will keep them captivated.

"She left. Two words I can't really get out of my head. She left us. Three more words that make it that much worse. Three being another word I can't seem to wrap my mind around. Three kids under the age of six, and she left because she missed it. Because her dream had never been to have a family, no her dream had been to marry a rockstar and live the high life. Moving my recording studio to Seaside Oregon seems like the best idea in the world right now especially since Seaside Oregon has turned into the place for celebrities to stay and raise families in between touring and producing. It would be lucrative to make the move, but I'm doing it for my kids because they need normal, they deserve normal. And me? Well, I just need a break and help, that too. I need a sitter and fast. Someone who won't flip me off when I ask them to sign an Iron Clad NDA, someone who won't sell our pictures to the press, and most of all? Someone who looks absolutely nothing like my ex-wife. He's tall. That was my first instinct when I saw the notorious Trevor Wood, drummer for the rock band Adrenaline, in the local coffee shop. He ordered a tall black coffee which made me smirk, and five minutes later I somehow agreed to interview for a nanny position. I couldn't help it; the smaller one had gum stuck in her hair while the eldest was standing on his feet and asking where babies came from. He looked so pathetic, so damn sexy and pathetic that rather than be star-struck, I took pity. I knew though; I knew the minute I signed that NDA, the minute our fingers brushed and my body became insanely aware of how close he was-I was in dangerous territory, I just didn't know how dangerous until it was too late. Until I fell for the star and realized that no matter how high they are in the sky-they're still human and fall just as hard."--Publisher

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes a new story in her Seaside Pictures series…The music industry called me a savant at age sixteen when I uploaded my first video and gained instant fame. And then Drew Amherst of Adrenaline became my mentor, and my career took off.Everything was great.Until tragedy struck, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to perform again. I fought back, but all it took was a falling light to bring it all back to the fore. So, I walked away. Because I knew it wasn’t just stage fright. It was so much more.The only problem?Drew and the guys are counting on me. If I can’t combat the crippling anxiety threatening to kill me, I might lose more than I ever dreamed of.Enter Piper Rayne, life coach, with her bullshit about empowerment, rainbows, and butterflies. She smiles all the damn time, and I'm ninety-nine percent sure there’s not a problem she can’t solve.Until me.She was given twenty-one days to fix me. To make me see what’s important. What’s real. The problem is, all I can see now is her. The sexy woman who pushes me. Provokes me.Only time will tell if she’s able to do her job—and I can make her mine.**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**

"I release you..." were the last words Rosalind remembered before her world went black. Stefan, the future duke of Montmouth, no doubt thought his words were welcomed, but he couldn't have been more wrong. Oh, he was handsome as a Norse god, but that was unimportant when her life, as well as those of her family, hung in the balance. With less than six weeks left, Rosalind has stopped believing in the fairy tale, the prince on the white horse, and the stolen kiss that would awaken her from her worst nightmares. Resigned to her fate, she waits for the inevitable curse to run its course. "We must marry at once!" Stefan declared, fully expecting Rosalind to be delighted that he had come to save her, but he was sorely mistaken. Rosalind was no simpering docile female; she was a fiery temptress with a stubborn streak only matched by his horse, Samson. Insulting, infuriating, intoxicating, and alluring enough to drive a man mad. Stefan found himself thankful for the curse that required him marry her, thankful for the betrothal contract he had so recently tried to release her from...With the fortitude of a sailor shipwrecked, abandoned, and a solider warring for his life, Stefan decides to lay siege to the greatest prize, Rosalind's heart.

#1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken delivers a sexy three-book enemies to lovers, new adult, angsty romance with a Dirty Dancing twist! Spoiled Princess is what he used to call me. We were an inferno of hate and passion wound up with a dash of chaos. For four years, I watched him mow my lawn. For four years, I watched my friends make fun of him. For four years, I hated myself for wanting him, but even more for the way I treated him. And then I had him. For one night, we put all labels away, and I spent the best night of my life in his arms. Then the next day, with my secret night under lock and key, I looked the other way while my friends shamed him. But now the joke's on me because the scrawny lawn boy who I secretly loved from afar is now the director of Hollywood's most exclusive summer camp. And I'm on his staff. Now it's his turn to punish me. His turn to make me pay. His turn to take his revenge after years of humiliation. He's no longer a boy you can ridicule. But a college graduate who can have any woman he wants. I want him to look at me the way he did that one night we had together, but right now, the look in his eyes tells me he's going to enjoy having me under him for two straight months. I don't know where his hatred ends, and his passion begins. All I know is he wants revenge. And I'm his lucky target.

"Twenty-four hours before we were to be married-- I offered to shoot her. Ten hours before our wedding-- I made a mockery of her dying wish. Five hours before we were going to say our vows-- I promised I'd never love her. One hour before I said I do-- I vowed I'd never shed a tear over her death. But the minute we were pronounced man and wife-- I knew I'd only use my gun to protect her. I'd give my life for hers. I'd cry. And I would, most definitely, lose my heart, to a dying girl-- a girl who by all accounts should have never been mine in the first place. I always believed the mafia would be my endgame--where I'd lose my heart, while it claimed my soul. I could have never imagined it would be my redemption. Or the beginning of something beautiful. The beginning of her. The end of us"--Page 4 of cover.