ELECT by Rachel Van Dyken (December 2, 2014; Forever Trade Paperback, $12.00)
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 . . .
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“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.
About Rachel Van Dyken:
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of 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.rachelvandyken.com
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