I am so excited to exclusively share the crazy hot cover of KEEP by Rachel Van Dyken—the second installment in the irresistible upper YA series, Seaside Pictures! This is the second novel in the series, each which can be read as a standalone. Zane’s story promises the kind of sizzle and swoon that will keep you delightfully hooked, so you won’t want to miss it!
Aaaaaannnnnd, not only do you get the cover and the blurb today, you can also read the first ever excerpt from the novel! Check it out below and make sure to pre-order! KEEP is out September 6th!
My name’s shouted on rooftops.
It’s written on bras, bathroom stalls, hell my name is everywhere. To say my name is to experience an orgasm without ever leaving your house.
Zane “Saint” Andrews.
I’m a rock god.
I’m also a virgin.
What they don’t know won’t kill them right? Give the people what they want. And what they want is the idea of me; the pleasure they gain at listening to my song and knowing without a doubt I’m talking about them and only them.
“You must be desperate.”
“I’m always desperate for inspiration of the female variety.”
“I’m not one of those girls.”
“The female kind?”
“The stupid kind.” I clarified. “The ones who would do anything for your attention. You’re hot, but I don’t even know you, for all I know you could be one of those crazy murderers! You know the ones that are really good looking, lure girls into their crazy mansion sand them kill them because their bored with their lives.”
He blinked then frowned. “Holy shit woman, what kind of tv do you watch?”
“Don’t change the subject,” I shoved my finger into his chest. “I’m just…I’m a lady.” Thanks grandma. Thank you very much for engraining that into my head so fervently every day that I just quoted you to one of the hottest superstars on the planet. Real nice. Good. Great. Fantastic. I’m a lady?
“Yes,” Zanes lips twitched with a smile before he grabbed my hand and kissed the top of it. “And thus, I shall treat you so.”
“Did you just British accent me?”
“Depends, did it work?”
“No!” I grinned as a laugh escaped. “That’s unfair.”
We walked a few feet before he pulled out his keys and whispered. “You’re carriage fair maiden.”
He was driving a truck.
I loved trucks.
Truck meant safe.
A truck told me he was trying to fit in, at least a little bit.
“I’m going to need a list of weaknesses in alphabetical order starting with foods, Go.”
“What?” I couldn’t keep up. “What are we talking about?” Thank God at least the British accent was gone.
Zane pulled open the door. I was getting kidnapped, then again I was willing. Did this stuff really happen?
Apparently it did.
Because I found my stupid self getting into the truck.
And this, ladies and gentleman is how Ted Bundy did it. Charm, wit, and a killer smile.
And yet. I was STILL in the truck as he leaned against it and smirked. “I don’t like the word no, it’s short, clipped, and completely negative in it’s effect on the world. Therefore, I need to know what your weaknesses are so I can use them against you. Favorite foods, drinks, songs you sing in the shower, places to go, things to see, tv shows, do you prefer Friends or Big Bang Theory, if I was a super hero which one would I be?”
I shook my head. “Do you ever…pause? Stop? Take a time out? And why do you need to know these things?”
“Because,” he pulled back. “I think they’re right. I’m not finding inspiration in the house. Therefore. I’m bringing you to the house.”
“To kill me.”
“To ravish you, my lady.”
“Oh good, the accents back again.” I said just as much to myself as I did to him.
“It felt right again.”
I sighed. “You’re taking me back to your cave and expect the fact that another female body is in your presence is going to make you spew out words about love and devotion?”
He seemed to think about it and then nodded. “By jolly I think you’ve got it!”
“Are we Scotsman now?”
“Eh, harder accent.” He grinned. “I’ll take you to the house for two hours, and in return I’ll do you a favor.”
“A favor for a favor.” I tossed the idea around in my head. “What about a rain check for a favor?”
“That works too.”
“Do we shake on it?”
“No we kiss. We always kiss. That’s how these things work between boys and girls, four eyes. Just like you always circle yes.”
“When I ask you if you want to skate with me then be more than friends.” He grinned. “Or when I ask to hold your hand then share your mountain dew, you always say yes.”
“Because no is a bad word?”
“The worst.” He agreed.
“You’re a dangerous man aren’t you?”
His eyes did that shutter thing, like a layer of his true self peeled back before he looked down at the ground. “We all have our secrets don’t we?”
“Yeah.” I stared at him blankly before putting on my seatbelt and fully committing to the insanity that was my day. “We do.”
He moved to the other side of the truck then started it. “But first, we mallow.”
“Don’t ask questions four eyes, questions get you killed.”
“Really quick, you aren’t on any drugs are you?”
“Marshmallows are my drug. That’s all you need to know. Everything else? All me.”
“Right?” He winked and then peeled out.
Each can be read as a standalone.
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