DEBASE (Elite Bratva Brotherhood #1 / Eagle Elite #11) by Rachel Van Dyken-Review & Excerpt Tour
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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date April 30, 2019
From #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Rachel Van Dyken, comes the final book in the Eagle Elite Series and the first new book in the Elite Bratva Brotherhood…
With blood on my hands, I held her.
With death in my soul, I took from her.
With the devil in my heart, I coveted her.
There’re many definitions of Hell.
My list was exhaustive, my definitions tragic.
Tonight I was adding something new to the very top.
Girl number six thirty-two.
She arrived on my birthday, the same day, every year, I play Russian Roullete and pull the trigger.
She was my omen.
My end game.
She made it personal.
And for the first time in my life, I gave in.
A virgin mob boss with no soul.
My name is Andrei Petrov.
They call me the devil.
All I want is for the pain to end.
All she wants is for me to share it.
I am the last remaining heir to a dynasty that should burn in Hell.
And my last wish remains for it to die with me.
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REVIEW: DEBASE is the first instalment in Rachel Van Dyken’s contemporary, adult ELITE BRATVA BROTHERHOOD dark and violent, mafia romance series-a spin off from the authors Eagle Elite series. This is Russian Mafia head of the Petrov family, twenty-two year old, Andrei Petrov, and twenty-one year old, Alice De Lange, whose family has been ex-communicated from the Cosa Nostra. DEBASE can be read as a stand alone without any difficulty. Any important information from the previous series is revealed where necessary but I recommend reading the original series for back story. Several characters and couples cross over for cohesion.
WARNING: DEBASE contains scenes of graphic violence, torture, killing and abuse, as well as exploitation, corruption and sexual slavery which may not be suitable for all readers.
Told from three first person points of view (Andrei, Alice, Phoenix) DEBASE follows in the aftermath of Alice (aka #632) De Lange’s forced imprisonment when she is sold to the Petrov Dynasty in a back room deal made between the two warring families of the Cosa Nostra. Current head of the Petrov family, Andrei Petrov struggles with his place, his direction, and the memories from the past, a past that has shaped a violent, uncaring and tormented man. Unaware of all of his predecessor’s back room deals, Andrei will have to face the reality of the Petrov family heritage, a heritage he battles with every waking moment. Discovering one of the new ‘slaves’ is none other than a member of the ex-communicated De Lange family Andrei makes it his mission to break the woman with whom he will fall in love. What ensues is the building relationship between Andrei and Alice, and the fall-out as sins of the family, and of the past, force the painful and heart breaking reality that reparation for a debt must be paid in blood.
Alice De Lange is an innocent pawn in a war that will see many lives lost, and the possibility of the loss of her own. Falling for her captor means issues of trust continue to grow when sins of the past are brought to the forefront of family negotiations. A kill order for all De Lange family members places our heroine in the direct line of fire. Andrei Petrov is both dangerous and dark; without emotion, and without the ability to feel love or be loved. Execution and torture are his only mode of expression, something taught to Andrei at an early age.
The relationship between Alice and Andrei begins as master and slave; warden and prisoner; enemies up close and personal. In order to save Alice, Andrei must claim the woman as his own, a claim that threatens the stability of the Petrov Dynasty. The $ex scenes are limited, passionate and intense.
There is a large ensemble cast of colorful and energetic secondary and supporting characters including many from the author’s original Eagle Elite series focusing on ruthless members of several Mafia families. As the Russians and Italians work together against a common enemy, many more secrets are revealed that could destroy them all. The author adds a guide to the families, their members both living and gone.
DEBASE is a story of family, blood, cruelty and love; of lies and lessons; of betrayal and revenge. The premise is dark, gritty and raw; the characters are dark, dangerous, and deceptive; the romance is tragic and heart breaking. DEBASE is a dramatic, intense and emotional story of hate, vengeance and hope.
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Reviewed by Sandy
With death in my soul, I drank from her.
With the devil in my heart, I coveted her.
I wanted closer.
More.
My gloves felt too hot for my hands.
My hands too big to contain the weeping leather as I pulled away from Alice and stared into her big blue eyes.
“You don’t want this,” I whispered.
She bit down on her swollen lip and reached for me, I stood still as her warm hands touched both of my cheeks. “Lie.”
I let out a hiss of air at her touch. “Walk. Away.”
“Kiss me again.”
“I can’t do that.” I needed to stop doing that.
“Can’t or won’t?”
I told myself one more kiss, one more touch. I told myself it would be okay, that I was still in control.
That I was above this.
That no woman had ever owned me.
No woman had ever taken everything.
My chest heaved as I stared at her mouth, unable to move, completely rooted to the floor.
Alice moved her hands to my jeans and slowly unbuttoned them. I didn’t stop her, I needed to fucking stop her, but it was like I’d drank this paralyzing poison from her lips and couldn’t function, could only watch her as my soul floated above my body, mocking my inaction, telling me that this would be the end of me.
The very end.
Letting her in.
Keeping her there.
I would give her everything.
And then I would lose control.
Lose my mind.
Lose my heart.
I would lose.
So would she.
“Alice…” My voice cracked. “I wish…” Her hands stilled on my jeans like she was ready to pull them down. “I can’t. I wish I could. I can’t.”
How could she possibly understand?
How could I explain the gut-wrenching fear of looking in the mirror and knowing that one choice kept me sane. One choice.
And that was sex.
He’d made that choice.
I wouldn’t.
I couldn’t.
I couldn’t trust myself, couldn’t trust it wouldn’t happen to me too, and hurt someone like her.
Someone so very… perfect.
Without blinking, Alice gripped my jeans, indecision etched on every pretty part of her face.
She was beautiful.
So damn beautiful.
I gripped her wrists with my hands and pulled them away from the very real temptation of getting completely naked and sinking into her, feeling her clench around me, her tight heat.
Shit.
I pulled her into my arms, and she rested her head on my shoulder. Just because I couldn’t let her touch me, couldn’t cross that line, didn’t mean I couldn’t make her happy, I would kill to watch her face in the throes of multiple orgasms.
I quickly gripped her by the hips and put her up on the cold granite countertop.
“Andrei what are you doing?” She looked down at me uncertainty in her blue eyes.
I moved my hands to her ass and pulled down the black leggings she’d been wearing, all the way down to her ankles, right along with a pair of lacy underwear that were bright pink, and perfect.
“Andrei?”
“Yes?”
“Seriously, what are you doing?”
I gripped her knees with my hands and then spread them wide. “What’s it look like I’m doing?” I smirked. “I’m feasting.”
Her eyes widened.
Never underestimate a virgin with an extremely vivid imagination and heightened sexual appetite.
I wasn’t a fucking monk.
I would like to think I knew more than most men, because I’d seen it all, watched it, inadvertently studied it.
If someone gave me a diagram of a woman, I could point out over twenty-two ways to get her off — with my tongue, a feather, my fingers, take your pick.
“You don’t have to—” She let out a gasp, gripping the edge of the granite, turning her hands white.
I chuckled darkly against her right thigh and bit. “I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t have to?”
“I’ve never, nobody has ever… done. This.”
“Tell me,” I asked gently before I dipped my tongue inside her and flicked.
Her entire body jerked.
“Tell me he never touched you like this, tell me nobody has ever touched you like this.”
“Never,” she rasped. “You.” That word was like a gunshot going off in my soul. “Only you, Andrei.”
“Me.” I flicked my tongue again, and gripped her by the ass, pulling her almost completely off the counter while I sat beneath her and sucked her off in the most primitive aggressive way I knew how.
With every ounce of energy I had in my physical body.
With my soul.
I used every weapon in my arsenal.
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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!
