Blog Tour: The Consequence of Seduction: Rachel Van Dyken

by - Tuesday, February 09, 2016

The Consequence of Seduction
(Consequence #3)
Rachel Van Dyken
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Expected February 9, 2016

From New York TimesUSA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken.
Reid Emory has never had reason to question his luck with the ladies. As the owner of a lethal set of aqua-blue eyes and a devastating grin, this Hollywood heartthrob always brings his A game…but lately his luck seems to have run out. The actor is in need of some help, and there’s only one person he can trust to take his love life—and his career—to an explosive new level.
Jordan Litwright’s newest client is trying her patience. As a publicist, she’s more than content to stay in the background and let others shine. But when a publicity stunt backfires, she suddenly finds herself thrust into the spotlight—as Reid’s new love interest. And while other men usually overlook her, Reid is focusing in with laserlike intensity. There’s no denying they have serious chemistry.
But once Reid breaks into the big time, can they turn their made-for-the-media romance into a forever love?
I wasn’t nervous. Please. The nervous guy was always played by a dude who had no fashion sense, had never kissed a girl, and thought that foreplay was an actual play—in baseball.
I had killer fashion.
Had kissed tons of girls—even secured my first by the age of four from a six-year-old riding the bus to school.
And foreplay was my specialty. I like to think that some men are just gifted in that area—not to boast, but I’m one of them.
Oh, and I was a hell of a baseball player.
So that weird, shaky feeling currently residing in my stomach, slithering its way up my chest? Heartburn.
I popped two Tums.
“Hey, you okay?” Jordan asked. Her big brown eyes were makeup free—making them look even prettier—more natural. She’d given up on her hair so it was wildly cascading in every direction known to mankind, giving her a sex kitten look I wasn’t at all comfortable her sporting outside my apartment.
“Yeah.” I coughed. “Heartburn.”
“Weird. I wonder why you have heartburn after all those shots, five slices of pizza, and three glasses of red wine?”
I grinned. “Beats me.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed the remote from my hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked calmly, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
“Changing the channel?” she answered without looking at me. “The movie ended an hour ago and you usually go to bed at eleven, so . . .”
“But this is date night.”
“Uh-huh, and now date night is over. I’ll tell you what.” She turned and tucked her legs beneath her. “Since you’re new at this whole dating thing, I’ll give you a free pass and let you in on a little secret.”
“I’m listening.” Okay, so I was trying to listen while my eyes zeroed in on her low-cut blouse and fringes of the black lacy bra that was peeking from beneath. Focus. Focus. Focus. Did she have pizza sauce on her breast?
“When girls come home from a date, they don’t take a hot shower and run their hands all over their body moaning and groaning and replaying every touch, every caress, every kiss.”
Can’t. Look. Away. I leaned forward. Yup, definitely pizza sauce. “Well, that’s disappointing.”
“Usually, they pour themselves a glass of wine, toss off their tall heels, turn on the TV, put on their sweats, and read while New Girl plays in the background.”
How was it possible she wasn’t aware she had food on her chest?
“Reid, are you listening?”
“Of course I am!” I nodded. “Wine, heels, TV, books, New Girl.” I know, neat trick, right? Just pull the details out of what they said and repeat them. Works nine times out of ten. Unless you’re Max. If you’re Max, you usually just get punched, because he tends to brag about the fact he remembered in the first place.
“What?” Jordan looked down. “What are you staring at?”
“Sauce.” I pointed. “Right there.”
Jordan rolled her eyes. “I’m not falling for that trick where you point and I look down and you hit me in the face. How old are you, ten?”
“No, seriously.” I moved forward. “You have pizza sauce right here.” I swiped it with my thumb and then licked it off.
“That should be gross,” she breathed.
“I know.”
“But it was kind of sexy.”
“I know.”
“Stop saying ‘I know.’”
I smirked. “Sorry . . . oh, look, you have something right here too.”
This time she did look down. And my ten-year-old self cheered as I knocked her in the chin and said, “Gotcha.”
Defeated, her shoulders slumped forward. “I deserved that.”
“I couldn’t help myself.” I watched in a hypnotic trance as her tongue sneaked out and teased her lower lip. It was the perfect moment for a kiss, but the line had been . . . skewed. I wasn’t sure if it was okay, in the privacy of my apartment, to actually kiss her. I mean, I’d kissed her, but this felt different, more intimate.
“This is the part”—Jordan leaned forward and gripped my shirt with both hands—“where you either kiss me or cough awkwardly, make an excuse, scratch your balls, and cower back in your bedroom.”
“Wow, so many choices,” I mused, meeting her halfway. “Eenie, meenie, minie—” Our mouths met in a frenzy. She tasted like wine and pizza.
Holy shit, it was hotter than it should have been.
My hands moved to her hips as I tried to pull her onto my lap. But her skirt was too tight.
“Damn it.” I tugged harder and heard a split.
Jordan reared back. “Did you just rip my skirt?”
“Small tear.”
“No.” I gripped the fabric until it gave with a scratchy tearing sound. “That’s a rip.” With a grin I tossed the discarded remains onto the ground.
Jordan stared at the skirt for a few seconds before wrapping her legs around my torso and fusing her mouth with mine. “You owe me a skirt.”
“Can I rip you out of that one too?”
She laughed against my mouth. I stood, lifting her with me, and walked her backward toward my bedroom.
We looked good. She was half-naked, sexy, I was carrying her around like a badass, and then things went . . . south.
And not a good south.
“Watch out for my shoes—”
I tripped over two spiked heels, sending Jordan flying into the wall. She slid down said wall and landed on the plant—yes, the plant, the one she’d kept alive for all those years.
“My plant!” she yelled. I burst out laughing as remnants of dirt and plant sifted through her hands. “You killed it!”
“Whoa!” I held up my hands and backed up, tripping over the damn shoes again and stumbling to the floor.
I shit you not, Jordan giddyup crawled toward me, faster than lightning, straddled me, and started fighting.
“We’ll get you a new plant!” I yelled as she smacked my chest. I gripped her wrists and flipped her onto her back. “Don’t you think—”
She bucked beneath me.
“—it was probably time to let the plant go? You know, cut the apron strings!”
“It’s not my child!” she wheezed, tuckering herself out.
“Exactly.” I nodded, then released her hand and patted her cheek.
Her eyes went wild.
Reid Emory is being forced by his brother Max and his friends to get back in the game--dating, sex, anything to get his mind off being recently stalked by an amorous grandma. His usual easy going, devastating charm seems to be misfiring after his traumatic experience.

Little did he know getting tipsy and flirting with Jordan Litwright was going to change his life and his career. After an awkward initial meeting that sent her running, they find themselves working closely together since she is the actor's new publicist. So they need to focus on their new professional relationship. But it is a challenge. She strives to be immune to his charms, but he enjoys trying to use them against her.

Reid's wild brother Max cannot seem to stay out of his business and causes a PR nightmare that leaves Reid and Jordan suffering the consequences and having to act as a couple. Soon their careers rely on each other and they must survive the continued meddling of Max, his friends, and public scrutiny. As they deal with the media in their fake relationship they alternate between sexual tension, flirting, taunting, and sometimes disgust. They push, they challenge and they piss off each other. Every once in a while a hot kiss gets thrown in. They are living and breathing the lie they perpetuated in the media...that Reid is going to "tame the shrew." But at the same time she is trying to keep both of their careers on track and not succumb to his persistent charm.

It's a confusing mix of a little seduction (some fake and some more real), some rejection, a definite attraction but one that should have professional boundaries. Lines are a bit blurred. Their communication is not always effective. She's always been plain and invisible while he is magnetic and popular. But he truly sees her and  likes to bring out her wild side.

This is another over-the-top absolutely crazy, chaotic, frenzied comedic romp. It is hilarious, awkward, and downright insane. It had me both laughing and cringing at times. It was also actually sweet. Reid was a charismatic hero despite his somewhat cocky demeanor. Jordan was awkward, but spirited. She was not used to being in the spotlight and was determined to keep fixing all of the problems as they came up. 

Max, Oh my, Max...He was so whacked in this one...totally off the rails when dealing with his brother and causing more and more complications. And if the craziness of having their friends Max and Becca, Colt and Milo, and Jason involved in their daily lives is not enough...throw in Vegas. Yes, Vegas! Crazy people in crazy town...yes I know I am using the word crazy a lot but it truly fits.

This is full of adventures, miscommunication, mistakes, drama, dares, threats, taunts, and near killing episodes. It is frantic, frenzied, and funny.

I really liked Reid and Jordan. I loved how he saw the real her and he made her feel pretty. The banter and rapport they had was sweet and infectious even when they were so unsure. Reid was adorable despite his issues. And Jordan was likable despite her insecurities. I loved that she could stand up to Max...poor Reid could use a buffer with his brother.

I felt sorry for solitary, accident-prone, sad-sack Jason. I am looking forward to his book next.  We got a little tease into it.

As with all of this series, this is slapstick comedy, sarcasm, and fun romance. It sucks you in, makes you roll your eyes, laugh out loud,  and truly be thankful this is not your family or friend group that you have to deal with on a daily basis. 

ARC provided by author in exchange for an honest review. 
Reid Emory has never had to work to get a woman. Flashing his aqua eyes usually does the trick, but ever since he was traumatized by a lusty grandma his game has been off. The last thing Reid expects is for his brother to step in and help, and Reid knows when Max gets involved, there is no telling what might happen.

Jordan Litwright feels invisible, which works in her career as a publicist: she can sit back and let her clients work the spotlight. She never expects to find herself in that spotlight, nor does she expect to share it as half of a Hollywood couple. Somehow her newest client has become a PR storm she can’t control, and she begins to wonder just how much of the show is staged and how much is real.

As they build their PR relationship and the media frenzy that follow, they begin to break down walls between them, walls they didn’t even recognize they had around them.

*sigh* This man. Though he had no clue how to pick up a woman if he tried, his natural charisma was so hard to fight. He had some fantastic lines that had me falling in love with their honesty and emotion, but it was so hard to find those moments behind the humor and slapstick.

This was just as comedy filled as I have come to expect from this series. If something can go wrong, it will. If a scheme can be cooked up that is bigger than intended, it will. And when the main couple falls, they will do it in such a way that they laugh, hurt, and love all at once.

The entire group of friends and family are back to scheme and meddle their way into Reid’s relationship, even if they have to create the relationship in the first place. Max is so crazy that I couldn’t help but shake my head along with Jordan as she discovered just how off the wall his ideas can be (and just what happens when they start to make sense).

And poor Jason. As the only single member left, I have a feeling when attention points to him and the tease granted in the epilogue, there will be even more shenanigans than we’ve ever seen before.

ARC provided by author in exchange for an honest review.

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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 and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at

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