Genre: NA Contemporary
Series: Eagle Academy #2
Publication Date: December 10th 2013
Synopsis: 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 . . .
I confess, I was sorta on the fence after I finished the first book in this series (Elite). I mean, I liked the story and the characters, but I wasn't 100% sure the Eagle Elite series and I were going to be the pals I hoped we would be - and the only way to figure it out was to read book 2. This book, to be precise. So that's what I did. I read Elect, and in just a few chapters, I made up my mind.
I can sum it up in three little words: YES. HELL YES.
Told entirely from male POV's - specifically, Nixon, Chase, and even Phoenix (yes, that Phoenix!) - Elect erased any lingering doubts I had and filled me with more warm and fuzzy reader feelings than I knew what to do with. Was it because I am such a sucker for the male POV? Was it getting an up close and personal view of the "family business", as seen through the eyes of the young men who are just trying to survive it without losing their souls and their loved ones along the way? Or was it the raw emotion these rough and tough guys displayed on the page? Honestly, I don't know what the magic ingredient was. I only know that it worked. Doubts, what doubts? I have none left.
The story itself wastes no time getting off the ground. The events of book one finally catch up to Trace and Nix when word arrives that the Sicilians are coming. That fast, the honeymoon is over, and suddenly, all Nix can think about is how to keep Trace alive - and not just her. His twin sister Monroe and her boyfriend Tex, his cousin and best friend Chase...one wrong step and they could all find themselves at the bottom of Lake Michigan.
I'm itching to give you more details about the plot, to dish all the dirt about certain decisions that are made and the consequences thereof, but...but...I CAN'T! There are too many ways to spoil the book, and I flat-out refuse to do that. So I'm going to have to content myself with gushing over the characters, and fortunately, there's a lot to gush over!
Nixon. Oh sweet mercy, Nixon. I am absolutely ashamed of the reservations I had about you in book one. I wasn't convinced you were worthy of wearing a hero's crown, but you sure proved me wrong, didn't you? You were the backbone of this entire book, and I will never second-guess you again.
Chase, you sure drew the short stick, didn't you? I didn't envy you, and I am sorry that circumstances forced you between a rock and a hard place. If it makes you feel any better, I was right there in emotional hell with you, gnashing my teeth, pulling my hair, and wondering how it was all going to work out without everyone suffering major heart breakage. But you held true, and you held fast, and for that, I give you major props.
Phoenix....oh, my dear boy. Who would have thought I would feel any sympathy for you after what you did in book one? But I did, and I am so glad your POV was included. You really brought something extra (and special) to the story - as did your stepsister, Mil. She was awesomesauce and I had better read more about her in the future! (*gives Rachel Van Dyken THE LOOK*...lol)
Bottom line, lovelies, Elect is a great book. It's got drama, crime and violence, intrigue, sweeping romance, and just plain ol' good storytelling. But it's the boys that really made it special. They rock this book in every way, and because of them, I am definitely continuing with the series. Bring on the next one, I'm ready!
4.5 Stars ★★★★1/2
ARC provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
“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.
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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