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Release Blitz: Dirty Exes by Rachel Van Dyken


Title: Dirty Exes
Series: Liars, Inc #1
Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: June 5, 2018

Blurb
They’re serving up some red-hot revenge. A sizzling
series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel van
Dyken.
Blaire has never
quite gotten over Jessie Beckett, the ex–NFL star whose kisses were hot enough
to ignite the entire Eastern Seaboard. When he chose work over her, Blaire was
left brokenhearted. Why else would she have married a skeezy two-timer, just to
divorce him less than a year later?
Now Blaire is
getting even by becoming one half of Dirty Exes, a PI firm fully committed to
humiliating cheating jerks. If only the new jerk she’s been hired to uncover
wasn’t Jessie Beckett himself.
Exposing Jessie
isn’t going to be easy, especially when she still daydreams about his sexy
smile. Further complicating matters is Colin, Jessie’s best friend. He’s
gorgeous, a little bit cunning, and willing to help Blaire get the inside scoop
on Jessie—for a price.
Now caught between
two men—one totally right and the other totally wrong—Blaire
will need to decide just how much she’s willing to risk…and whom she’s willing
to risk it for.

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Excerpt
“What’s with you and nakedness?”
“It’s how we’re born.” I smirked. “Easy.”
“I was also born with crooked teeth and no hair, so I should
revert back to that?”
“Actually,” I licked my lips, “You were born without teeth,
unless God made you extra special…” I pushed away from the counter. “Did he?”
She plastered her ass against the door and looked up at me.
“Did he what?”
“Make you extra special?”
“Why are we in the bathroom?”
“It think it was a power move on your part, lock me in here,
tell me how things are going to be, maybe add in a spanking and teach me my
lesson—“
“—why do I even talk to you?” Blaire wondered out
loud. 
“Because I’m not boring. Like some football players…”
“You never played football.”
“Guilty. I was more of a rugby sort of guy, what prick wears
padding?”
She eyed me skeptically, “No offense but don’t Rugby players
have a bit more…” She gulped and looked down past my waist, “Okay this is
coming out wrong but… thicker—“
The more she talked the redder she got like she couldn’t
bring her eyes up any higher without doing permanent damage to her
retinas. 
I grinned so hard my face hurt. “Thicker?”
“Um,” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “Legs, damn it,
legs!”
“Totally thought you were going somewhere else with that,
spy girl.”
She made a face and crossed her arms. “Stop calling me that,
it makes me feel young, stupid, and inexperienced.”
“Like a virgin?” I said helpfully. “Touched for the very
first time?” She muttered
out a dear God what did I do in a past life to deserve him.
I took it as a compliment and pressed my hands against the
door on either side of her head. “I think you’re asking yourself the wrong
question.”
She frowned, “I didn’t say anything.”
“No, but you’re thinking it.” I whispered. “You’re wondering
what the hell you’re doing in here instead of out there.”
She swallowed and looked away. 
I tilted her face back towards mine, my finger and thumb
cradling her chin. “The past always looks better through I got fucked over
glasses.” I got a bit closer, so close I could taste the mint from her gum.
“You think you still want him. You’re wrong.”
She inhaled sharply. “You don’t know me.”
“I know you blush from here,” I tapped her chin then ran my
hand down the slim column of her neck until it pressed against her chest. “To
here, when you get embarrassed,” I leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Or
turned on.”
She blushed immediately. 
I kissed her neck and said. “Told you so.”
She shoved me away so fast I almost got whiplash. “This,”
She took another deep breath. “This is business.”
“This?” I pointed between her and me. “Is more than
business, but whatever helps you sleep at night spy girl… just be sure to let
me know when you want it to get more personal because I’d love to see every
inch of blush infused skin, and I’d love to eat my way—“
“—No.” Shed jammed her finger at me. “When I called you, you
literally had to kick a woman out of bed.”
“Two, actually.” I shrugged, “Not that it matters.”
“See!”
“So? I like women.”
“I’m not them.”
“No,” I said seriously. “You’re not. If you were, this would
already be finished.”
“There is no… this, or us, beyond you helping me get info on
Jessie and Vanessa.”
“Sure.” I nodded. “Fine.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“Because I just lied.” I admitted with a grin, “But at least
you know where I stand.”
“Oh yeah? Where’s that?”
“In front of you.” I smirked. “Obviously.” I walked towards
her again and reached for the door knob, “Look I’m just a guy standing in front
of a girl asking her to—“
“—finish that sentence and I’m going to show you my kung fu
skills.”
Author Bio
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!
You can connect with her on Facebook or join her fan group
Rachel’s New Rockin Readers. And make sure to check out her website.
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Release Blitz: The Consequence of Rejection by Rachel Van Dyken


Title: The Consequence of Rejection
A Standalone Consequence Novel
Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: March 26, 2018

Blurb

You know the
universe is trying to tell you something when you get struck by lightning, but
only after getting hit on by the elderly, almost getting run over by a semi,
and running into the one who got away.
Why do they say it like that anyway?
Like I accidentally lost her when she was the one that got in the car with my
best friend and left me.
The day after I proposed.
We were eighteen.
I wanted forever.
She didn’t.
It’s been ten years.
I tried to move on, tried to get married, had that same wedding crashed by my
now best friend who says the only way for me to stop pissing off the universe,
is to gain closure with the one woman I can’t forget.
So I do it.
I embark on a journey down memory lane that not only lands me in prison but on
the receiving end of a fist fight in front of the entire town, this naturally
happens after drunken pool sex, climbing the same girl’s window, and getting
threatened at gunpoint by her father.
To say the universe is trying to tell me something anything, is a giant
understatement.
I just hope I survive the message.
And then, I hope I survive her—again.
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Excerpt
Full breasts spilled over into a small black bikini that
left nothing to the imagination, it barely covered nipple for that matter, and
the bottoms? Well she had to keep adjusting them lets just say high school
bathing suits ten years later look small. 
In the best way possible. 
Head held high she walked right by me to Max, grabbed a
shot, took it, then sucked the lime he held out in front of her. 
I growled. 
Max winked at me. “Something wrong, man?”
I reached for the non existent gun at my side, which just
made him grin harder as he kept handing out alcohol to parents of
toddlers. 
Because thats the type of party it was. 
Almost everyone started talking about their kids,
retirement, stock portfolios, vacation time, and babies. 
It was almost too depressing for words. 
I had all those things but what I’d always wanted. A family.
Babies. 
Maddy. 
She shared a sideway’s glance with me. 
I reached for her, but she pulled away and ran full speed
towards the pool and did a giant canon ball. 
People cheered. 
While I watched as wet cold water ran down her curvy body,
my gaze was so tranfixed on her erect nipples I’m surprised nobody pulled me
aside about my current situation of arousal. 
Cold water. Fast. 
I chased after her, jumped in. 
And felt the warm buzz of alcohol fill my veins just as I
popped up and saw Max follow, balls first, in my face. 
I ducked just in time so I didn’t get a fist full of
balls. 
The guy only laughed once we both popped up. 
I swam towards Maddy, and tugged her against me. “Stop
running.”
“I’m not.” Her breath came out raspy. “I’m just…reliving old
times, isn’t that what you wanted? So we could have closure?”
Why did it feel like she was turning the tables on me. 
“Yeah,” I said slowly, “But—“
Her kiss was swift. 
Hard. 
Fast, and oh so very punishing as I gaped into her mouth and
pinned her against he side of the pool. 
Music filled the air out of nowhere from somewhere outside,
it pounded into my ears the way I wanted to pound into her. 
I grinned against her mouth as she wrapped her legs around
my waist. 
And then Reid cast a shadow over us and started pouring
vodka over our heads. 
Maddy tilted her head back and opened her mouth while I
leaned in and licked it off her chin. 
People cheered. 
“Guys!” Someone yelled. “Keep it down, someones going to
call the cops!”
“Cops?” Max laughed loudly. “I am the law, bitches!” The
music blared. “Plus, we already got our cop here.” He pointed while I took
another shot. 
People cheered. 
And then Maddy squeezed her thighs. 
Yeah the cops were coming alright. 
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Author Bio
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!
You can connect with her on Facebook or join her fan group
Rachel’s New Rockin Readers. And make sure to check out her website.
Author Links

Release Blitz: Fraternize by Rachel Van Dyken

Title: Fraternize
Series: Players Game #1
Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2017

Blurb

New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van
Dyken kicks off a brand-new series in which romance is a game and love is a
touchdown.
Emerson just made
her dream come true as a professional cheerleader for her favorite pro football
team. But even though the plus-size athlete is breaking down boundaries, she
still has to contend with the massive rulebook. Carbs? Nope. Chocolate?
Definitely not. Still, Emerson loves her curves, and she’ll rock the hell out
of this job even if it kills her. Except for one mandate that is easier read
than done…
No fraternizing
with the players.
Problem one is
Miller Quinton: Emerson’s first love, first sex, and the guy who still ignites
her daydreams and R-rated fantasies. Thrown back together,
Miller and Emerson feel the undeniable pull of passion again, even if the
conflict that tore them apart seems insurmountable. Then there’s way-too-sexy
Grant Sanchez. He has a serious reputation with the ladies, and when it comes
to winning someone he wants, he doesn’t let anyone stand in his way.
Now Emerson is
breaking every rule in the manual. But what she doesn’t know is that she’s part
of a wicked little game—one that could steal both her dream and her
heart.
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Excerpt
“The day,” he finally said, “when you can’t take it
anymore.”
“Take what?”
“This.” He slid his hand down my thigh. “The heat between
us, the way it feels when we touch. Damn, just being near you drives me insane.
And humans are only gifted with so much patience before they snap. I hope to
God that I’m around when you do.”
“You think I’m going to go crazy for you, huh?” My voice
sounded way too excited about the idea, and my heart decided to skip a few
beats while my body cheered yes!
Sanchez shrugged. “I admire self-control, Curves. After all,
this isn’t going to be a one-night stand, and I have a feeling that you’re
going to make me work for it in bed. But don’t worry. I’ve been really focusing
on my own self-control. I’ll take care of you long before you have a chance to
take care of me. So yeah, do I think you’re going to go crazy? I’m counting on
it. Betting on it. Praying for it.”
“Be honest. Is that why I’m staying with you?”
“Hell yes.” He laughed. “I’m not letting you lose your shit
around Miller, proximity and all that. It’s going to be me, all me.”
“Selfish much?”
He took the exit and pulled up to the stoplight. His gaze
burned into mine. “When it comes to you? Yes. I fucking am.”
Author Bio
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!
You can connect with her on Facebook or join her fan group
Rachel’s New Rockin Readers. And make sure to check out her website.
Author Links

Release Blitz: Steal by Rachel Van Dyken

 

Title: Steal
A Standalone Seaside Pictures Novel
Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Genre: Second Chance/Rockstar Romance
Release Date: July 3, 2017

Blurb

Steal, the follow-up standalone rockstar romance to the #1NYT Bestseller Keep…

 

It’s easy to lose yourself in someone you love.

Easier to lose yourself in someone you hate…

 

I didn’t think it could get any worse than having to babysit a bunch of spoiled musicians on set — keeping them out of trouble is a cakewalk compared to seeing my ex every day.

 

Seaside, Oregon isn’t big enough for the both of us.

 

She hates me.

I loathe her.

The plan was simple — stay the hell away and make sure she gets to set on time.

What I didn’t expect was to be faced with our past in front of an audience — and be forced to face it again.

It’s torture.

The way she looks at me.

The way I try to look through her.

Words left unsaid.

The lingering aftermath still as powerful as ever.

I feed the chasm between us, for fear that she’ll make me feel again — and steal the last shred of heart I have left.

We have everything but each other.

 

It’s not enough.

Not when you’ve lost love.

And replaced it with the only thing left — hate.

 

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Excerpt

Angelica

 

I finally understood what prison would be like.

By way of my agent.

After his pep talk where I imagined kissing him about a million times before he gave me a pat on my shoulder and helped me to my feet, he walked me back to set and watched each scene.

When I was done and Lincoln asked if I wanted to go out with the rest of the cast for drinks, Will stepped in. “She can’t.”

Did I call him a babysitter earlier?

The man was like a parent.

A prison guard.

A hot one.

One that oozed sexuality with a swagger that refused to go away every time he walked in any direction. Hell, the guy was going to be eighty years old and still turning heads when he walked into restaurants.

“I should have gone,” I said once Lincoln walked off with Dani and Jay. “It’s good for the cast to bond.”

“He’s your brother. You’ve had your time.” Will shrugged.

I clenched my teeth and followed him to the parking lot, but instead of going to his shiny car, he walked right past it.

Shit, he was going to make me walk back to the beach house again, wasn’t he?

“Come on,” he called over his shoulder. “Keep up.”

“You’re twice my size!” I yelled in a struggle to keep up with him in the flip-flops I’d packed into my bag that morning. “Hey, wait up!”

If anything the bastard picked up his pace until he reached the sidewalk then stopped.

My flip-flop got stuck on the sidewalk sending me into his arms. I braced myself on both of his biceps. My fingers tingled with the need to squeeze and swoon into his embrace.

Instead, I shoved away and crossed my arms. “So? What now?”

He licked his lips, drawing my attention to his mouth. I licked mine in response. Like an idiot.

“You did good today, Ang.” He held out his hand.

I narrowed my eyes. “Is this a trick?”

“No.” He smirked. “This is a hand. You take it in yours, see?” He demonstrated by lacing our fingers together. A shiver erupted down my right arm, goose bumps popped up.

People didn’t touch me.

But Will did.

I forgot what warmth had felt like.

Until he held my hand.

“Dinner.” He squeezed my hand and let it fall against my side before he nodded to the busy main street of Seaside where families ran back and forth between ice cream and taffy shops like sugar addicts. “It’s the least I can do.”

“For?”

He grinned. “For actually not sucking today.”

I smacked him in the shoulder. It was a kneejerk reaction. He laughed harder and rubbed the spot.

“I see you still know how to hit pretty hard.”

“And you’re still a sarcastic ass,” I said sweetly.

“Always will be.” He winked.

My diaphragm refused to work.

I nearly stopped breathing.

Why did he have to remind me how easy it had been between us? Because in a life full of harsh realities — he’d always made me realize one thing about love.

In the beginning, it should be easy.

Involuntary.

Like sucking the sweet salty air through my teeth and exhaling in the same breath.

Love was as simple as the air surrounding us.

And between us, it had been more than natural; it had been effortless. Love shouldn’t start out hard, the struggles happen once you’re together long enough to realize that the other person isn’t perfect, and the anger comes when you blame them for not living up to expectations.

I knew it well.

Because it had been easy.

Until it was so hard that I bailed.

Author Bio
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!
You can connect with her on Facebook or join her fan group
Rachel’s New Rockin Readers. And make sure to check out her website.
Author Links

Release Blitz: Cheater by Rachel Van Dyken

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Cheater by Rachel Van Dyken is NOW LIVE!

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Blurb

Lucas Thorn wasn’t born a cheater. All it took was a single moment—say, a certain disastrous incident on the night before his wedding—and boom. Reputation destroyed forever and always. So now he owns it. He has a lady friend for every night of the week (except Sundays—God’s day and all), and his rules are simple: No commitments. No exceptions.

 

But a certain smart-mouthed, strawberry blonde vixen is about to blow that all to hell.

 

Avery Black has never forgiven Lucas for cheating on her sister. And suddenly being forced to work with him is pretty much a nightmare on steroids. Of course, it does afford her the opportunity to make his life as difficult as possible. But no good revenge scheme comes without payback. Because he didn’t become the Lucas Thorn without learning a few things about women.

 

Now Avery’s lust for vengeance has turned into, well, lust. And if Lucas stops cheating, it’s definitely not because he’s falling in love…

 

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Excerpt

 

One night.

It was all I needed anyway, right? It’s not as if he was going to really commit to me, marry me, offer to impregnate me and father all our children.

“Are you sure about this, Avery?” He cupped my face with his rough hands. “You still have a choice. You can turn that cute ass around and march out that door—hell, you can even slam it on the way out. I’ll even let you keep the steak.”

“Are you offering me an out?”

He nodded.

“Do you offer that to every girl?”

Another nod.

“Do they ever take it?”

“Sometimes.”

“What do you want me to do?”

He paused. “You know, nobody has ever asked me that before.”

Probably because nobody cared about what else he had to offer besides what was dangling between his legs.

“I’m asking. Right now.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “What does Thorn want?”

“You didn’t full-name me.”

“It seems to make you even more arrogant, God forbid.”

His grin made me weak, so weak that I had to hold on to him for strength. Funny how things come full circle. How he’d always been my rock.

Dependable.

Loving.

And now?

He held all the power. Lucas Thorn . . . could destroy me.

“Stay.” He brushed a soft kiss across my lower lip. “I want you to stay.”

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About the Author:

 

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!

 

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Release Blitz: The Bachelor Auction by Rachel Van Dyken

 

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Are you ready to Meet Brock Wellington?

The Bachelor Auction is NOW AVAILABLE!

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Blurb

Jane isn’t entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough start, but didn’t she eventually land a prince and a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding, entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a prince in sight. Until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane wondering if princes—or at least, a certain deliciously hunky billionaire—maybe do exist.

 

Except Brock Wellington isn’t anyone’s dream guy. Hell, a prince would never agree to be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder. Or act like an arrogant jerk—even if it was just a façade. Now, as Brock is waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures it’s karmic retribution that he’s tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can’t have. But while they can’t have a fairy-tale ending, maybe they can indulge in a little bit of fantasy . .

 

 

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About the Author:

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!

 

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Excerpt Reveal: The Bachelor Auction by Rachel Van Dyken

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Excerpt

“Bentley!” Brock barked and shook his head.

“What?” Bentley shrugged then smoothly walked over to Jane and pulled out a box of black high-heeled pumps in a size eight and a half. “Your foot, milady?”

Brock rolled his eyes. “Give it a rest, Bentley. She can put on her own damn shoes.”

Bentley completely ignored him. “I love a woman’s foot.” He grabbed Jane’s broken shoe and tossed it to the side while his hands danced along the arch of her foot. His fingertips danced along her skin. Seduction by foot rub? That was new.

“It’s sexy, the arch.” He leaned over her, his lips parting just enough to give her the impression he was thinking about kissing her. “The curve of a woman’s foot reminds me of her body…see? Sexy.” He slid the shoe on a very terrified looking Jane and stood. “Perfect fit.”

Jane’s mouth opened then closed as a rosy flush crept over her face. “Th-thank you.”

“I bought you my favorite brand.”

Her eyebrows arched. How did he know about Manolo Blahnik? “Oh.” And then she nodded and said loudly, “Ohhhh! That makes sense!”

Bentley’s eyes narrowed. “Me buying women’s shoes?”

“You wearing them,” she explained. “That’s great. I mean, good for you. I’m sorry I’m so awkward at things like this, but it’s good you’re…you know…” She bobbed her head and sputtered. “Out and…comfortable with it.”

“Out?” Bentley repeated. “I’m confused.”

“Of the closet,” she said slowly then saw the scowl on Bentley’s face. “Or maybe you just like to dress like a woman?” She straightened her shoulders and tried again. “In either case, congratulations on your choice to wear women’s clothing!”

Brock about died laughing as Bentley’s horrified expression went from stunned to genuine confusion.

“You heard her.” Brock held his laughter in check. “Congratulations, brother. I’ll take care of the press release: Bachelor Playboy Bentley Wellington and his private women’s shoe collection.”

Bentley let out a strangled laugh. “Yes, and while we’re at it why don’t we remind the press that the clock is ticking on that auction of yours? Hmm?”

“Auction?” Jane asked.

“Don’t.” Brock shook his head. “You don’t want to know.”

“But she probably already does.” Bentley pointed out. “Unless she doesn’t read the news…?”

They both stared at her, waiting for an answer.

“I, uh…” She ducked her head, blushing again. “I read books.”

“How pure.” Bentley smiled and sat down next to her. “And just so we’re clear.” He leaned in as though he was going to kiss her. “My bat only swings one way…and I can assure you, every time I get thrown a pitch, I hit it out of the park.”

Are you ready to Meet Brock Wellington?

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THE BACHELOR AUCTION by Rachel Van Dyken

 is coming October 4!

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Blurb

Jane isn’t entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough start, but didn’t she eventually land a prince and a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding, entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a prince in sight. Until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane wondering if princes—or at least, a certain deliciously hunky billionaire—maybe do exist.

 

Except Brock Wellington isn’t anyone’s dream guy. Hell, a prince would never agree to be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder. Or act like an arrogant jerk—even if it was just a façade. Now, as Brock is waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures it’s karmic retribution that he’s tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can’t have. But while they can’t have a fairy-tale ending, maybe they can indulge in a little bit of fantasy . .

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About the Author:

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!

 

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