We are beyond excited to be sharing this release from Rachel Van Dyken with you today! PROVOKE is part of her Seaside Pictures series and it is releasing as part of 1001 Dark Nights. It just went live today! Check out an excerpt and book trailer from the title below. Click here to grab your copy now.
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About PROVOKE:From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes a new story in her Seaside Pictures series… The music industry called me a savant at age sixteen when I uploaded my first video and gained instant fame. And then Drew Amherst of Adrenaline became my mentor, and my career took off. Everything was great. Until tragedy struck, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to perform again. I fought back, but all it took was a falling light to bring it all back to the fore. So, I walked away. Because I knew it wasn’t just stage fright. It was so much more. The only problem? Drew and the guys are counting on me. If I can’t combat the crippling anxiety threatening to kill me, I might lose more than I ever dreamed of. Enter Piper Rayne, life coach, with her bullshit about empowerment, rainbows, and butterflies. She smiles all the damn time, and I'm ninety-nine percent sure there’s not a problem she can’t solve. Until me. She was given twenty-one days to fix me. To make me see what’s important. What’s real. The problem is, all I can see now is her. The sexy woman who pushes me. Provokes me. Only time will tell if she’s able to do her job—and I can make her mine. **Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
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“Braden!” Mom yelled for me.
I made a face at my computer. “I’m going to be dead if she heard me. Also, hi, Mom. I assume you’re watching my live feed. Hey, we’re out of Pringles so—”
She stormed into my room, swatted me on the head with an empty can of Pringles, then barreled back out.
“Love you, Ma!” I called over my shoulder.
“Love you too!” she yelled.
I put my hand on my heart. “All right, let’s do this.”
I had been singing the shit out of my newest song. Within a day of its first airing, it had garnered over two million views. Actually small by comparison to my biggest hit, which had over forty million.
My channel was doing so well that my mom was able to stay home with my little sisters, which just made me feel like the man of the house—I was somehow contributing since my loser dad stopped sending child support eons ago.
I closed up for the night and headed downstairs just as the doorbell rang.
“Braden, can you get that?” Mom said from the kitchen. “I’m elbow-deep in chicken.”
“Ew, Mom, take your fetishes elsewhere.”
A curse and then, “Braden, I swear I’m going to put naked chickens in your bed if you say something about that on your channel.”
I paused for effect and then said. “I’ll think about it.”
I busted out laughing as the doorbell rang again. “Hold your ass, man.”
I jerked open the door and nearly died when Drew Amhurst, Adrenaline’s front man and all-around A-list rock star stood there, sunglasses low on his nose, and both hands on his ass, smirking. “Like this, bro? Or am I doing it wrong?”
I grinned. “Did we just become best friends?”
“I’d shake your hand but you told me to hold my ass.”
“Brothers don’t shake hands.” It totally slipped from my mouth. Before I knew what was happening, Drew charged me, pulled me in for a tight hug, kissed both my cheeks like we were Italian or something, and then set me down.