A Review and Excerpt of THE CONSEQUENCES OF SEDUCTION by Rachel Van Dyken

 

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seductioncoverFrom New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken.

Reid Emory has never had reason to question his luck with the ladies. As the owner of a lethal set of aqua-blue eyes and a devastating grin, this Hollywood heartthrob always brings his A game…but lately his luck seems to have run out. The actor is in need of some help, and there’s only one person he can trust to take his love life—and his career—to an explosive new level.

Jordan Litwright’s newest client is trying her patience. As a publicist, she’s more than content to stay in the background and let others shine. But when a publicity stunt backfires, she suddenly finds herself thrust into the spotlight—as Reid’s new love interest. And while other men usually overlook her, Reid is focusing in with laserlike intensity. There’s no denying they have serious chemistry.

But once Reid breaks into the big time, can they turn their made-for-the-media romance into a forever love?

 

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A 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Review of THE CONSEQUENCES OF SEDUCTION by Rachel Van Dyken

By Amy at Pages Abound

The Consequences of Seduction is Rachel Van Dyken’s continuation of a laughable sitcom woven into a romantic and swoon-worthy love story. This is a true Rom-Com in Rachel Van Dyken fashion! If you have not read the first two books in the series, don’t worry. You can start your introduction to Reid and his outlandish and downright unique group of friends with this release. I promise Reid will keep you highly entertained and provide enough background to draw you in and have you declaring dibs on your next book boyfriend. And Max…well, he will have you cheering on the calamity that ensues when sibling rivalry is tested.

 

For those of you who have read the other book, don’t worry! Max has brought his A-game. In fact, I think you will find that he is even more diabolical in his scheming, showing the power he wields.

 

 

I had no clue I’d be sealing my fate. No clue that the plain girl twisting the straw between her pretty little fingers would destroy me.”

Reid finds himself at the cross roads in life where he realizes that the playboy lifestyle just doesn’t seem to be working, and Max has determined that Reid’s “intervention” is to pull his head out of his ass and forget about the “Grandma Incident”. No longer allowed to hide himself away, Reid needs to learn the art of seduction and… Max has just the plan.

 

“One, two, three, manhood!”

 

When Reid finds himself face to face with Jordan—the woman who turned him down at the bar and the woman who is to be his new publicist, tasked with making sure Reid keeps an impeccable reputation during the filming of his show—sparks fly, banter ensues, and lines blur…especially when Reid’s meddling brother Max gets involved.

 

“From here on out, I’m your girlfriend, your wife, the best friend you never had, your sister from another mister. I am your world.”

 

As fate would have it, Jordan’s words to Reid on their first day seem to be prophetic as Jordan and Reid find themselves forced together, faking a relationship in order to work through a PR nightmare set up by the infamous Max.

 

Such dynamic characters, Reid and Jordan challenged each other not only within their careers, but also with their hearts, their thoughts, and their outlooks for the future. I appreciated the strength and determination Jordan had while carrying around a hurt from her past. She was real and genuine, a plain girl who ended up stealing the show. And Reid, he brought the romance. Once he discovered his true feelings, he embraced them and found a way to help bring to light the breathtaking view and pleasure that can be found in something others may regard as plain. A true love story!

 

 

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Max jumped onto the couch and held up his hands. “Before you do this, remember, our mother has a Jesus sticker on her car. What would she say?”

“Must you bring her into everything?” Reid roared, stopping in front of the couch, chest heaving.

Max shrugged. “It’s not my fault I’m her favorite son.”

“Says who?”

“Mom. This morning.”

“Was this before or after you added vodka to her coffee and slipped her a pill?”

Max gasped.

Becca made her way around the brothers and motioned for me to walk with her toward the kitchen. No words were spoken. She simply popped the cork from the wine bottle and poured what looked like three servings into a glass and slid it toward me. “Believe me, it helps.”

I took the glass and sipped while she drank straight from the bottle. “Does he ever . . . stop being . . . Max?” I asked. “Curious minds want to know.”

Max jumped off the couch, and naturally he made his own swish sound effect before landing on his feet, thrusting his hands into the air, and turning toward Reid. “I’ve been her favorite ever since I won at gymnastics.”

“You don’t win at gymnastics,” Reid said through clenched teeth. “You get scored.”

“Perfect ten.” Max winked back at us, then covered his mouth and said, “Zero,” while pointing to Reid.

“We were six!” Reid argued.

“Dude!” Max held up his hands. “I’m just saying, it’s not your fault you’re not the favorite. Let it go, man, just like Rose let go of Jack.”

“Who’s Jack?” I whispered.

Becca choked on her wine. “Oh, well, uh, last year Reid had a momentary breakdown because of Max peer pressuring me to shoot Reid in the ass with a tranq gun . . . he spent an hour singing ‘My Heart Will Go On.’” I winced. “Off-key.”

“Damn you!” Reid turned on his heel and thrust his finger in our direction. “What did I ever do to you!” I think he was talking to Becca. “I hit on you once, one time—”

“—thrice.” Max coughed.

“And the only reason was so that I could get back at this one.” He jerked his hand back to Max, nearly hitting him in the face. “Because he told Grandma the lock on my door was broken. I was taken advantage of!”

“Well, it was!” Max rolled his eyes.

“Because you took a sledgehammer to it, you bastard!”

Max grinned. “Guilty.”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure what they were talking about. So I did what any sane girl would do. I drank.

And when my glass was nearly empty, Becca very kindly refilled it while Reid and Max continued pacing around the living room.

“You think if we chant fight, they’ll take their shirts off?” Becca asked.

I eyed Reid’s near perfect physique. “One can only hope.”

“Dirty girls,” Max shouted. “Both of you! Jezebel! I won’t have you poisoning her mind!”

“Oh, please.” I rolled my eyes. “And stop calling me a whore!”

“Term of endearment when Max says it.” Becca patted my hand. “Next time just say thank you. It’s easier that way.”

I glanced back at the guys just in time to see Reid launch himself at Max, hands wrapped tightly around his neck, holding him against the couch while Max screamed. “Help, help!”

“We should probably intervene.” Becca took a long sip of wine and set her glass down on the table, then yawned.

“Yeah.” Max started turning purple. “We probably should. What do you normally do? Take off your top? Blow a whistle? Call the cops?”

“Cops refuse to come when Emorys call—believe me, it’s like the whole McDonald’s thing. Public service refuses to help them now.”

“Makes sense.”

Max made a choking noise while he tried to kick Reid in the shin.

“Oh, well.” Becca walked slowly toward the guys. I followed. I expected her to gently ask them to stop fighting and separate them.

Instead, she punched Reid in the face and then separated them.

He stumbled back.

I caught him and fell backward against the other couch while he rubbed his face and whispered, “My hero.”

“My lungs broke your fall,” I wheezed.

Max gasped for air. “You know my biggest fear is not breathing!”

“Not breathing?” I had to ask, I just had to.

Reid chuckled. “For six years Max was convinced every food was going to cause him to go into anaphylactic shock because Oprah did a segment where some chick nearly died after eating a kiwi!”

“A kiwi!” Max repeated hoarsely. “Who dies from kiwi? That chick.” He shook his head vigorously. “I refuse to go down eating.”

Reid moved off me and sat back on the couch. “He took Benadryl every time he ate fruit.”

Max narrowed his eyes. “Make fun now, but we both know that watermelon gave me hives! My throat closed, you bastard!”

“Maybe if you took smaller bites . . .” Reid said helpfully.

Max lunged again.

Becca grabbed him by the shirt and tugged him back onto his own couch. “No more fighting, we have engagement pictures tomorrow.”

 

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rachelborderRachel 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!

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You can connect with her on Facebook www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel’s New Rockin Readers. Her website is www.rachelvandykenauthor.com .

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