Monday, December 16, 2013

Elect by Rachel Van Dyken




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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Jewelz' Review~
Before I say anything else about Elect, I have to give my personal warning about this book:

Before reading please make sure you have the following items nearby: LARGE box of kleenex, several items you can throw or hit, your phone for texting or calling your best friend during emotional highs & lows! 

If you thought Elite was an emotional rollercoaster, you are in for the mother of all rollercoasters with Elect! No matter what - remember to KEEP READING!!! You can't judge the book until you read the final sentence 

Elect is Rachel Van Dyken and New Adult at its most intense. If you haven't read Elite yet - READ IT FIRST! You can't possibly grasp everything that's going on in this book if you haven't read the first one. 

Nixon, Chase, & Tex are back and they mean business. They have a bit of mystery to solve, yet more importantly - they have a woman to protect - Trace. Nixon places Trace in the trusted hands of his best friend and right-hand man, Chase Winters. Problem is - Chase is in love with Trace just as much as Nixon is. Will a woman come between the two best friends?

Elite introduced us to a hidden world - a secret world of power, money, and lies. Elect delves even further into the mafia world and into the minds and hearts of three of the Elect: Nixon, Chase, and Phoenix. There is an added depth and perspective this time that is gained by utilitzing 3 points of view. While Phoenix's POV is very different than the others, it gives the reader much-needed knowledge and background into what is TRULY going on.

This book had me running the entire emotional gamut. I experienced anger, fear, sadness, passion, confusion, pity, scorn, and empathy - just to name a few. This book is intense. It is not a light read, so if that's what you're looking for - go pick up one of Rachel's books that are not New Adult (she has historical & contemporary romances, even some dystopian!) BUT... if you want a gritty and exhileratin read - I highly recommend Elect, by Rachel Van Dyken.

Tifferz Take~
Elect is written from three male points of view. Nixon, Chase and Phoenix. I liked getting into the guys heads and seeing how they thought. I will say I would love to read this story from Trace’s point of view. I want to know what was going through her head. Elect is filled with love, friendship, loyalty, betrayal, hurt, lies, mystery and the unexpected. I savored it in one sitting as I could not bring myself to stop till the last word was read at 2:30am. It was worth every moment. The web of lies, deceit and danger is spectacular. Nixon is place is a tough situation and makes some very difficult decisions with the thought of Trace alone. Remember that!! Chase is put in some compromising situations and he takes advantage of them. I was surprised how much I liked getting into Phoenix’s head. It really helped me understand him and why he did the things he did. Not to excuse his behavior. The roller coaster of action, anxiety, emotions and stress was an exciting ride. I felt a part of the story. I could feel the pain, love and urgency to protect those we love. The cast was brilliant along with the plot and character development. Lucas is a pretty creepy guy. I think you don’t want to mess with the Sicilians. Mil was a new character and vital to this story. How Lucas resolves an issue, with Mil as the answer, was a bit of a shock to me. I thought it was a stellar move. I am eager to read Chase’s story as we are left speechless at the end of this book. I truly love this amazing mafia series Ms. Van Dyken has out done herself! This is a must read book.
FYI ~ this is a New Adult book and contains violence, intimate situations, and strong language. Not recommended for readers under 18.

Honest Disclosure - I received an ARC from netgalley in exchange for my honest review


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/



~EXCERPT~
“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.


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