Monday, October 19, 2015

Blog Tour: Rip by Rachel Van Dyken

RIP Release Day – October 20, 2015
Pretty things aren't meant to be broken.
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.


4 Star Review by Lisa Kane

"You can't break me," I hissed. "And I've done nothing wrong."
"You're right about one've done nothing wrong. Except, you were born, and that...according to your a problem."

Maya Petrov is the daughter of the most powerful of the Russian Mob families. Her father Alexander Petrov is a bad man, and has never been a loving father to her. All her life she has wanted her freedom to go to college. While her father isn't going to pay for her school, he won't stand in her way. One of the things she needs to do before she graduates is her thesis. Once she has met her graduation requirements she can graduate and start to pay back all the debt she has accumulated. 

She needs to land an interview with Nikolai Blazik . She has been trying for the last year. He's something of a wonder. Graduated while in his teens from Harvard he is a renowned physician and one she needs to interview about her topic of her paper. She's had to call in a favor from her father in order to score the interview. But when she gets to his office, she quickly realizes something is seriously wrong. It seems her father has made a deal with the devil and the price to be paid is Maya's freedom for the next year. 

Maya Petrov had been my game changer, but I still wasn't sure if I was going to make her pay, atone for my sins, or destroy us both. 

At the same time that this is happening, there are gruesome murders occurring all over Seattle. Someone is cutting up women and removing their female organs. There are few clues and the bodies are piling up. 

What is Nikolai's motivation for keeping Maya prisoner? What is his connection to Petrov ? It's obvious that he has knowledge that gives him bargaining power over him. As Maya and Nik share close quarters the chemistry between them becomes more apparent. But Maya becomes more entangled in a dangerous game and nothing is as it seems. 

All our lives we're told that ugly, deformed, is bad-but it's a lie. Sometimes the most terrifying things you will ever encounter are also the most beautiful. 

This story is so multi-layered. Nik has ties with the Italian mafia which brings us to our favorite bad boys. Yes, Nix, Chase, Phoenix, Sergio and Tex are all in this one. And they do what they do best-they swoop in, take care of the bad guys and swoop out. But the connection between them and Maya takes a few strange twists. Oh what a tangled web we weave!

"If you own someone's past, you own their future." 

I loved this storyline. It is convoluted and complicated and messy. But at its core, it remains a love story between a girl who is a mystery and a man who just may be a monster. 

"One of the greatest lies you will ever believe is that you can sin in silence and get away with it. Because most of the time silence is the loudest, it demands to be known, to be heard."


“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.”

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, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers! 
Want to be kept up to date on new releases? Text MAFIA to 66866! 
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