#BlogTour Cheater by Rachel Van Dyken #Excerpt @RachVD

Posted March 1, 2017 by Loredana 0 Comments

by Rachel Van Dyken
Genres: Contemporary Romance

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Lucas Thorn wasnÔÇÖt born a cheater. All it took was a single momentÔÇösay, a certain disastrous incident on the night before his weddingÔÇöand boom. Reputation destroyed forever and always. So now he owns it. He has a lady friend for every night of the week (except SundaysÔÇöGodÔÇÖs 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 didnÔÇÖt 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

At first blush, I was so sure I wanted to hate Lucas Thorn (especially when I understood what it meant to say his full name, like a moniker). ┬áWhat I didn’t expect is my heart to break for him so dramatically. ┬áSure, most of his behavior is of the classic and deplorable player variety. ┬áHowever, I felt as though this were the symptom and not the actual issue at hand when it came to Lucas Thorn. ┬áOf course he’s charismatic, hot, and knows all the right things to say. ┬áBut that was Lucas Thorn, not the Lucas pre-disaster.

Avery Black had so many reasons to hate Lucas Thorn. ┬áHer fiery temper and love of food (especially all things pumpkin spice) seems to be the key to decoding and figuring out why a man who plagued her past is destined to plague her future. ┬áWhat does that mean? ┬áThat things don’t always seem as they appear and sometimes it’s worth the investment of time and effort to discover what lies beneath.

This book is full of wit, snark, big feels, and hope. ┬áIt’s a steady-paced read that will take you by surprise. ┬áThen again, that’s Van Dyken for you…that’s how she rolls. ┬áSo you know you can’t go wrong with one of her books!

Shaking, I ran my hands through my hair and was about ready to have a nervous breakdown when my phone rang.

ÔÇ£Yeah?ÔÇØ I grabbed my coat and headed out of the restaurant.

ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖs a clinger.ÔÇØ ThatÔÇÖs all Thatch had to say before I burst out laughing. ÔÇ£She asked for my phone number.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£How else is she supposed to have another booty call with the good doctor?ÔÇØ I grinned like a smug bastard, enjoying his panic, and then I warned him to stay away. ÔÇ£You know this is your fault, right? You know that inviting a woman to your apartment usually means that sheÔÇÖll start envisioning her shit all over the placeÔÇöand next thing you know, sheÔÇÖs about to have your baby.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£SHEÔÇÖS NOT PREGNANT!ÔÇØ He started cursing again. ÔÇ£Look, you know I have commitment issues.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£No.ÔÇØ I rolled my eyes. ÔÇ£Shocker.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Like you should talk, you selfish bastard.ÔÇØ Thatch sighed loudly. ÔÇ£Break up with her for me?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Not a chance in hell.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£ButÔÇöÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Nope.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Lucas Thorn.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Maybe if you had tits, and even then, that just makes shit weird, Thatch.ÔÇØ

I hit the elevator button and waited while Thatch started complaining about why sex canÔÇÖt just be sex.

ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖre telling me.ÔÇØ I snorted into the phone. ÔÇ£Look, I gotta go. Just remember Austin and Avery are best friends, meaning, you screw her, her friend is most likely going to try to find a way to screw me. Girls go to the bathroom together. If they do the nonserious stuff in teams, you bet your ass theyÔÇÖre going to treat a breakup the same way.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£That really wasnÔÇÖt helpful, not at all, Lucas.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£OrÔÇØÔÇöI shrugged and hit the button for my floorÔÇöÔÇ£you could just make the sex really, really bad next time, say, finishing in like thirty seconds and screaming ÔÇÿPorcupine!ÔÇÖ or something.ÔÇØ

He was quiet, then said, ÔÇ£I canÔÇÖt decide if thatÔÇÖs genius or stupid.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£You never know until you try. Think of Christopher Columbus. Everyone thought he was stupid for sailing toward the New World, and look! He proved them wrong. The earth was in fact round, my friend.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Did you just compare yourself to someone who discovered an actual continent? Because it seems like you did, and this is after you told me to yell ÔÇÿPorcupine!ÔÇÖ when I orgasm.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Well, when you repeat it back like that . . .ÔÇØ I grumbled as the elevator doors opened to my floor. ÔÇ£Look, I gotta go. Leave me out of it though.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£No promises,ÔÇØ he said just as I ended the conversation and greedily searched for Avery.

She wasnÔÇÖt behind her desk.

Nor was she under itÔÇöI had to check because hiding and pouncing was exactly the kind of thing I could imagine her doing, just so she could scare the shit out of me and get it on camera or something. Then again, she wasnÔÇÖt seventeen anymore, but this was still Avery we were talking about. Ergo, I still looked.

Frowning, I turned around in an effort to casually strut into my office and slammed right into Avery, knocking her backward onto her ass.

Folders went everywhere.

Papers scattered across the floor.

And her wedged heels somehow managed to fall from her feet, though they still dangled around her ankles.

ÔÇ£Are you okay?ÔÇØ I leaned down to grab her hand, but she didnÔÇÖt take mine.

ÔÇ£Yeah.ÔÇØ Her cheeks reddened. ÔÇ£Sorry, I was just dropping off some files, and then I saw that these were addressed to another department and thought I could drop them off and . . .ÔÇØ Her voice trailed off as she flashed me a worried look, like I was going to fire her any minute.

Instantly feeling like an ass, I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the air. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm not going to fire you.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Okay,ÔÇØ she huffed, tears welling in her eyes.

ÔÇ£Shit, Avery.ÔÇØ Earlier IÔÇÖd been taking out my frustration with my family on her. Apparently, the distance and years hadnÔÇÖt changed this aspect of our relationship, because this was a familiar pattern. I made her feel bad or guilty about something that wasnÔÇÖt her faultÔÇösomething she had no control over.

Especially the fact that I was extremely attracted to herÔÇöand knew it was wrong then, just like it was wrong now.


About Rachel Van Dyken

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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