Blog Tour: Empire by Rachel Van Dyken

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Today is my stop during the blog tour for Empire (Eagle Elite #7) by Rachel Van Dyken. I share my review of this book in today’s post and there are some teaser images and an excerpt.

empire smash cover artTitle: Empire
Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Series: Eagle Elite #7
Rating: 3.5 stars
Genres: Dark Contemporary Romance

I have lost everything.
My purpose
My love
My soul
Death knocks on my door, I want to answer, but every time I reach for the handle — the promise I made her brings me back.
So I breathe.
I live.
I hate.
And I allow the anger to boil beneath the surface of a perfectly indifferent facade. I am broken, I don’t want to be fixed.
But the Empire is crumbling and it’s my job to fix it.
My job to mend the pieces that were scattered over thirty years ago.
A trip to New York, only one chance to redeem a lost part of our mafia family.
The only issue is, the only way to fix it, is to do something I swore I’d never do again.
An arranged marriage.
Only this time,
I won’t fall.
Or so help me God, I will kill her myself.
My name is Sergio Abandonoto, you think you know my pain, my suffering, my anger, my hate?
You have no idea.
I am the mafia.
I am the darkness.
Blood in. No out.

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My Review:
My heart was shredded after finishing Elude and I was so happy that I had an ARC of Empire to jump straight into.

To say Sergio is in a bad way after the tragic events in Elude is a massive understatement. The guy is heartbroken and barely existing but life must go on, and it’s what Andi wanted for him. Ironically, he ends up in a situation where he is expected to enter into another arranged marriage. Only this time it’s to sweet, innocent Val who has led a very sheltered, protective existence under the nurturing watch of her Mafia uncles and her hot-headed brother, Dante.

My heart bled for Serg in this book as he struggled to come to terms with his devastating loss while doing what needed to be done for the family business. I felt everything along with him and his emotions and feelings were so well-written. It was raw and credible and I wanted to consume the grief on his behalf.

However, he acted appallingly toward Val and there really was no excuse. I won’t mention specifics for fear of spoiling the story for anyone, but there were certain scenes that were outrageous and I wanted to jump into my Kindle and throttle him for scaring her so badly.

Val is a little sweetheart who I really warmed to. That said, I found her character transformation far too quick and unbelievable, and it was inconsistent. She didn’t know any of this world existed and while there were some great scenes that showcased her fear and unhappiness overall I felt it was downplayed too much.

I also didn’t ship Val and Serg. Perhaps it’s because I had just read about Andi and Serg, but I couldn’t /didn’t buy into it which took away from the story for me. For me, Andi and Serg were the true partnership, true soulmates, and I didn’t get the attraction between Val and Serg. I was also slightly uncomfortable with the age gap between them. Not that I have any issue with age-gaps per se, but she was young, sweet and innocent and he is the polar opposite. It didn’t sit well with me, but, hey, that’s probably just me.

I adore this world that Rachel has created, and the cast of characters are all interesting and unique (and a bit cray-cray it has to be said.)

It’s written in Rachel’s usual inimitable style and it flowed beautifully.

I am very invested in this series now, and as soon as I can find some down time, I plan to gorge on the first five books in the series.

In summary, this was a good read and if you are a fan of this series or this author then it’s a must read. However, for me, this wouldn’t be one of my favorite RVD reads.

Actual rating 3.5 stars.

Thanks to the author and Inkslinger PR for providing an advance copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.


โ€œTaxi.โ€ I held up my hand. โ€œItโ€™s too cold to walk.โ€
โ€œIs it?โ€
โ€œFor those of us who have hearts,โ€ I said under my breath.
He paused and then burst out laughing. โ€œHoly shit, was that a dig at me?โ€
I shrugged as the taxi pulled up.
โ€œDamn, and youโ€™re not even apologizing.โ€
โ€œIt was more of a passing comment under my breathโ€ฆโ€ I got into the taxi and slid across the cold, worn vinyl seat. โ€œBut true.โ€
Sergio slammed the door after him. โ€œAnd here I thought I was making a good impression.โ€
โ€œYou offered to kill me if I kissed you.โ€
The taxi driver frowned into the rearview mirror.
โ€œSheโ€™s kidding,โ€ Sergio reassured him.
I refused to let him get off that easy. โ€œYou also look at me like you want to throw up.โ€
Mr. Taxi Driverโ€™s nostrils flared.
โ€œUh.โ€ Sergio laughed uncomfortably. โ€œI just have a lot on my mind.โ€
โ€œThe wife.โ€
Taxi Driverโ€™s eyes looked like they were going to bug out of his head. Yeah, this was probably the best entertainment heโ€™d had all day.
โ€œI donโ€™t talk about it,โ€ Sergio said in a drop-the-subject voice.
โ€œMaybe you should.โ€
โ€œI have enough money to afford a therapist, thank you,โ€ he said through clenched teeth.
โ€œMoney doesnโ€™t buy happiness,โ€ I fired back.
Sergio released a string of pithy curses. โ€œDid someone spike your milk this morning during show and tell?โ€
โ€œLactose intolerant.โ€
โ€œSorry. Your Kool-Aid.โ€ His eyes narrowed. โ€œItโ€™s like youโ€™re trying to piss me off.โ€
Bingo. I smiled. โ€œFunny, thatโ€™s what Dante says to me all the time. Just think of all the things you get to look forward to. Isnโ€™t that what you said you wanted?โ€
Sergio looked ready to strangle me. โ€œNo. I donโ€™t believe I asked for an annoying little sister, but if thatโ€™s what youโ€™re offering, please donโ€™t let me stop you. Just know, I wonโ€™t hesitate to put you over my knee if you get out of hand.โ€
The minute the words left his mouth. I froze.
He froze.
The taxi driver stared little laser-like holes into the rearview mirror.
And Sergio leaned toward me.
I swallowed as tension swirled around us.
He gripped me by the chin and turned my head to the side, his lips brushing my ear. โ€œItโ€™s like you have a death wish.โ€
โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t do it.โ€
He pulled back as both of his eyebrows shot up, and then he looked down, like something had caught his eye.
I followed the direction of his gaze and let out a little gasp as a gun dug into my stomach.
โ€œItโ€™s been directed at you for the last four minutes,โ€ Sergio said through a practiced smile. โ€œI meant what I said. Listen well. I keep my word. Kiss me, and blood will be spilled.โ€
โ€œY-youโ€™re a crazy person!โ€ I hissed, shoving at his chest. โ€œAnd I wasnโ€™t going to kiss you!โ€
โ€œSure you werenโ€™t.โ€ He put the gun away. โ€œGood talk though, right? Oh look, the movie theater.โ€
To say that I scrambled out of the car like a kid running away from her kidnapper would be a gross understatement, but the minute my feet hit the pavement, I paused.
My body told me to run.
The guy had pulled a gun.
On me.
I didnโ€™t even watch violent movies, Iโ€™d just panicked and said the first thing that popped into my head!
And I was about to go to the theater with a guy who probably showered in blood on a daily basis and by the looks of it โ€” got off on it.
Shivering, I forced myself to take a deep breath and wrapped my jacket tighter around my body.
That was the thing about men like Sergio, or maybe just loyalty in general. Heโ€™d promised he would keep me safe, but I wondered if that promise was only extended until I was more trouble than I was worth.
I was safe, not because of what I was to him.
But because of who my dad had been to him.
I was nothing.
And yet, a part of me still yearned to beโ€ฆ something.
Anything really.
โ€œChange your mind?โ€ Sergioโ€™s smooth voice interrupted my thoughts. He was the type of man you felt even when he wasnโ€™t speaking. His presence was impossible to ignore, kind of like his ridiculous good looks.
Werenโ€™t mafia guys supposed to be old?
Chain smokers who bought Cuban cigars and sat behind large desks while counting money and ordering hits on people who pissed them off?
โ€œNo.โ€ I finally found my voice. โ€œI was just thinkingโ€ฆ.โ€
โ€œAbout?โ€ His hand touched my back, ushering me forward, but not pushing, almost as if he was giving me the option of still saying no.
I increased my pace so that I couldnโ€™t feel the warmth of his fingertips. โ€œPopcorn.โ€ I turned and winked, hoping it would hide the fact that my body was shaking.
Maybe I was the crazy one.
Because he was armed.
The man was armed.
And he had no qualms about pointing his weapon at me whenever I got too close.
Huh, weโ€™d have a happy marriage.
I guess weโ€™d never argue, since I liked living.
And, you know, breathing.
It would suck not to make my twenty-first birthday because I didnโ€™t fold the towels just right.
And again, I froze.
Was he that neurotic? Or was it just the closeness?
โ€œOn a scale of one to tenโ€ฆโ€ I was proud of the way I kept the shaking out of my voice. Why was I so scared? Oh right, because heโ€™d pointed a gun, no, shoved a freaking gun into my stomach and done it with a smile on his face. โ€œHow OCD are you?โ€
An easy laugh escaped him as he glanced around the movie theater lobby and then back at me. โ€œWhat makes you think Iโ€™m OCD?โ€
โ€œThings.โ€ I gulped then forced a smile that I didnโ€™t feel. How was I supposed to go through an entire movie knowing he was one uncomfortable conversation away from losing it? โ€œSo?โ€
โ€œWhat can I get you?โ€ A teen boy looked at Sergio then smiled wider when his eyes fell to me.
Immediately, Sergio wrapped a protective arm around me, basically forcing my body to curve into his warmth. โ€œMy wife and I will have two buckets of popcorn, two packs of Sour Patch Kids, and a bottled water.โ€
I didnโ€™t correct him about the water.
โ€œWait.โ€ Sergio held up his hand. โ€œSorry, Dr. Pepper mixed with Coke.โ€
The teen scrunched up his face then rung us up. His eyes fell to me again then back at the register, like he was trying not to look but couldnโ€™t help it, which was comical, since I didnโ€™t really think I was anything to look at.
When he handed Sergio back his change I could have sworn I heard a growl from my โ€œhusband.โ€
As it was, he jerked the candy so hard out of the kidโ€™s hands that I was surprised he didnโ€™t do a front flip over the counter.
โ€œHeโ€™s a boy,โ€ I whispered under my breath. โ€œNo need to shoot him too.โ€
Sergio glanced down at me, muttered a curse. โ€œHe was staring.โ€
โ€œHe looked about one science project away from solving world hunger via his momโ€™s basementโ€ฆ hardly the type of guy that Iโ€™d date.โ€
โ€œDate?โ€ Sergio said it so loudly the people in front of us waiting to show the attendant their tickets jumped and then turned around. โ€œWhat the hell do you mean date?โ€
Crap. Iโ€™d messed up again.
My palms went sweaty while my face felt numb with fear. Regardless of how pretty he was to look at โ€” I was finally fully aware of how dangerous he was to me.
To everyone around me.
Sweat trickled down my lower back as I gulped down more soda and shrugged. โ€œI just mean, heโ€™s not my type.โ€
โ€œNo shit he isnโ€™t, because you donโ€™t get a type anymore.โ€
โ€œRight.โ€ I licked my lower lip, pretending not to be scared, pretending to be the brave person I wasnโ€™t was wearing on me.
By the time we made it into the theater I was dizzy.
It was too much all at once.
โ€œSoโ€ฆโ€ Sergioโ€™s voice was in my ear. I jumped a foot. He frowned as if he couldnโ€™t figure out why Iโ€™d be so jumpy. โ€œDante sits behind you, right?โ€
โ€œRight.โ€ I exhaled in relief. I forgot. It wasnโ€™t a date. It was a challenge. Heโ€™d called me his sister, so therefore he was my brother, right? Hah. I relaxed a bit as I pointed to a seat a few rows back and quickly stole the goodies out of his hands then made my way to my own seat before he could object.
The credits started rolling.
And I found myself ducking in the chair.
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.
As if I was being watched โ€” because I was.
Ten minutes into the movie, I was so stressed out, I almost burst into tears. My back was to him.
Wasnโ€™t that a big no-no? My back was to the dude with the gun.
Even though he was supposed to protect me with the gun, all bets were off now.
Sweat pooled in the palms of my hands.
The music rose as one of the actresses ran down the stairs screaming.
I couldnโ€™t take it.
And then, a body sat down next to me.
Sergio gave me a suspicious look then put a seat between us.
I exhaled.
But it wasnโ€™t relief.
At least I knew where he was.
And where the gun was, he was right handed, so there was that.
I finally allowed myself to relax enough to watch the movie when I saw Sergioโ€™s right hand duck into his jacket.
I gripped the plastic arm rests, my fingers digging into the cheap sticky plastic material as he slowly pulled something out.
He turned.
And I flinched so hard that there was no mistaking what I thought he was doing.
Even though he had grabbed a black cell phone.
The damage was done.
My entire body shook as a big fat tear escaped, I tried to wipe it away but I wasnโ€™t fast enough.
โ€œS-sorry.โ€ I shoved past him and ran.
But my body was too scared.
Too tired
To make it very far.

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RachelAuthorheadshotAbout 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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