Steal, an all-new sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller Rachel Van Dyken is available now!!

Steal by Rachel Van Dyken Release Date: July 3rd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Steal, the follow-up standalone rockstar romance to the #1 NYT 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.

Steal stole my heart, stomped on it, shattered it and crushed it to bits of pieces but in the end healed it in the most heart warming and fulfilling way possible. Ahhhh Rachel Van Dyken, how can I love you even more? You woman rocks always! You rocked my world with this beautiful story of Will and Angelica.

Ask me again why I love Rachel Van Dyken and I will tell you over and over that it's always her words that got me, Steal included. First word and I was drawn and hooked with the story. It was addicting, mind numbing and heart wrenching. The fact that it's a second chance romance seal the deal. And she nailed it with flying colors. Will and Angelica's story is not something you just can forget in a matter of days. It will stay in your heart and mind for a matter of time because aside from the beautiful plot, it will give you all the feels. And it's what I love the story most. I was not just given something to read, I was given a book I could savor, ponder and made me feel. I read it with my mind and heart at stake. I have Kleenex in handy the moment the first tear was shed and even then I wasn't prepared for what awaits me.

Will and Angelica are two broken souls that owned my heart the moment I met them. Broken and in need of love, these two made me fell in love with them even more. I was pained with them, hurt to the core yet I have rooted on them because honestly, their chemistry is just intense and more than anybody else, they needed each other. I must say that the issue was kinda heavy-ish but it did not deter me from loving the two of them especially Angelica. In fact, I love this woman's guts and strong nature. She owned her past no matter how it pained her and made her longed to be love even more. Will, is another story. Driven by his hate and sadness, it's undeniable that his love for Angelica is as strong as it was before. He's may be hurt but Ang is his weakness. I could feel his longing and love for her but just like anybody else, He was just afraid to be burned again. Will love conquer all for this two? Will they be able to trust each other again? Is forgiveness enough for a HEA? Well, It's for you to find out. Read this book with an open heart willing to accept the flaws of each of the characters. In the end, it was their flaws that made them imperfectly perfect.

Overall, I will definitely recommend this book. Steal is the reason why I love second chance love story. Steal is also the reason why I love RVD's writing. It's more a reason why right now, even hours after reading the book I am excited to reread it. It's just so beautiful and angsty and it has all the feels. With the gang present? Laughters and tears shed? And a love so deep left with me? How could I not love and recommend it? Yes. Read this book and enjoy the beautiful ride of Will and Angelica's story. It's raw, it's deep and it's addicting. They could be your brother and sister. They could even be you.

Excerpt:

I blinked up at the white ceiling, willing the tears to dry. Praying they wouldn’t slip free — because once they were loose there was no stopping the onslaught of emotion that would follow, the devastation, the earth-shattering realization that nothing would ever be the same between us. Not if he could help it — and not with me constantly pushing him.

But at least pushing him got me a reaction that proved he wasn’t a complete indifferent sociopath.

I refused to let him get to me.

With a sigh I turned onto my side and stared out the window imagining a different time a different place, where he was by my side — and promised to never leave.

That and the way his hands ran down my skin like he was getting ready to worship me the way he used to.

Only his face hadn’t been filled with wonder — disgust was more like it.

I clung to the anger like a blanket. It was the only way to sleep, the only way I was able to close my eyes and pray the sickness in my chest away.

Anger forced me to focus on doing my job and getting as far away from my past as possible.

Weakness would just make me sad.

It would make me that — weak;

And I knew where that road led.

It led me directly back to all the things that turned me down that road in the first place.

Not being good enough.

Pretty enough.

Funny enough.

Weakness led me to a false sense of strength.

And my number one weakness had always been Will Sutherland.

It was possible — to give so much of your heart and soul to a person that you lost who you were.

I became a different person with him — a person I thought I needed to be in order to compete in our world. A person our world told me I had no choice but to become in order to stay relevant.

I punched my pillow one last time and attempted to sleep.

Two hours later, when sleep still wouldn’t come, I padded my way into the kitchen and made coffee, then laid my head against the couch and thought about the way his lips felt on my ear.

Inches from my neck.

Breaths from my body.

I ached for him in ways I never knew existed.

And I relished in the ache just like I relished in the anger, because at least that meant it had happened, and at least that meant I knew he was a bad choice I wasn’t willing to make again.

A weakness that wouldn’t just hurt me.

But kill me.

Sometime around one in the morning when the clock on the microwave blinked at me with an intensity that started a pulsing headache to form — I stumbled over to the couch and face planted — the last thought in my head was of the Sutherland Sunset — and how it had once been my anchor until it turned into my hell.

What a joke.

What a cruel joke.

“You made coffee.” Will’s smooth voice interrupted what had been a completely dreamless sleep.

I didn’t have the energy to respond with anything other than a grunt.

“Still not a morning person,” he commented. His footsteps might as well be sledgehammers drilling into the wood floor.

“Why?” I croaked.

The walking stopped. Lights flicked on. I shivered and cursed him to Hell as he poked his head over the couch and had the audacity to smile. “Why what?”

My eyes narrowed. “Talking.”

“Why talking?” He took a sip out of the blue mug I’d been drinking out of earlier that morning; he must have reheated the coffee. “Still really eloquent in the morning I see.” Another annoying sip. The terrorist didn’t even offer me any! Just kept loudly sipping while staring at me with a stupid ass grin on his face like it was a joy to be awake at… wait, what time was it?

I jolted to a sitting position, my pounding headache still wasn’t gone, in fact it was worse, probably brought on by Will’s cheerful demeanor and loud walking. “What time is it?”

“You have twenty minutes until you’re expected on set.” His voice was calm behind me, warm. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine his body was about to wrap around me like a blanket, I’d tuck my feet under my body and rest my head on his shoulder, we’d share a cup of coffee like we used to and watch the news before work.

It took us one date to become inseparable.

Our trailers side by side.

Cohabitating.

Finishing sentences.

Eating off each other’s plates.

Sharing inside jokes.

Not to mention, Will had been my first.

I shivered as his footsteps moved away from me taking his body right along with them.

That was the past.

It needed to stay there.

With a sigh, I shot up to my feet and started making my way back to my room.

I only made it about one foot before Will started cursing.

Panicked, I froze and then turned around. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes narrowed over the rim of the blue cup, “I’m just trying to decide if you’re doing it on purpose.”

“Doing what?” Okay now I was getting annoyed. And the man wouldn’t stop slurping his coffee as though he didn’t know how to sip like a grown up!

He shrugged one of his shoulders. “Wearing no clothes.”

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Meet 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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