Thursday, October 9, 2014

Blog Tour & Review: Shame by Rachel Van Dyken

Synopsis: Release day 10/6
Everything done in darkness, will eventually be brought into the light.
I ran, but all it did was keep me one step ahead of my past. I tried to start over; new name, new 
identity. But you can't change your soul.
A fresh start at college was just what I needed. For a while, it worked. I was the party girl, the one 
that seemed confident, but it was a lie.
When guys kissed me--I felt only pain. 
When they touched me--Nothing but fear.
Deep inside, every girl wants to be the beauty in the story, to find someone that will see you as their 
But the truth? I was the beast. And as much as I wanted redemption, I wasn't fool enough to think I'd 
ever get it. 
Until he walked into my life.
I wasn't prepared to fall for someone. My scars were too deep, the wounds too raw. But he offered me peace, he offered me security. I should have known it was just another lie--I should have known that 
falling in love with my professor was a bad idea.
But I was powerless to stop myself from falling. 
And he was powerless to catch me.
Because the darkness finally caught up to me, and as fate would have it, a cruel twist almost bled me 
dry. But I'm stronger than I knew. I'm stronger than you think.
You think you know my story, but you don't....after all everyone has Shame in their lives-- and I'm no longer afraid to show you mine.

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Shame was an incredible book in the Ruin series!! I absolutely loved it!!
This book is Lisa's story & what a heartbreaking and emotional one!! I love the direction Rachel went with this! 
Lisa is not her real name. Her past is told in such a way that you really feel for what she went through, I know I certainly did! What happened with Taylor & how Lisa blamed herself, we now understand why she keeps her distance from the idea of Love and all that goes along with it.
I love how Gabe & Wes are there for her & Gabe is her protector!! You will get to know why that is the case!  Tristan’s part in the book was well done too. I thought he was a wonderful person, who eventually saw Lisa for who she really is. Who he actually is, well you will just have to read it to find out.
I was very shocked at reading who was harassing Lisa albeit I had somewhat of an idea of who it may be. Then  something happens that I just know will have you saying OMG OMG OMG, really???!!!!!!
 I was rather speechless towards the end. My heart was beating so fast. I had no idea that that dramatic part would happen. I am really glad Lisa was able to get closure and for her to be able to have a normal life again. She needs that just as much as all the other characters do.
Such an incredibly intense book that was a wonderful addition to this series. Well done on another amazing book Rachel!!!

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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 
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 

I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against hers. A shaky breath escaped her lips. 
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Are you trying to prepare me or ask permission?” she whispered, her voice beckoning 
me like a siren’s call.
“Both.” My lips hovered near hers. “I figure it’s only fair.”
“Fair?” She pulled back slightly. “How so?”
“Ten thousand.” I angled my head and watched the pulse jump on her neck. “That’s 
how many nerve endings, on average, are in your lips. Consequently, when your body 
anticipates pleasure, the build-up is the best part. Imagine, those ten thousand nerves 
are swelling, allowing blood to surge through them in anticipation of... what?” I swept 
my tongue across her lower lip and whispered, “Of being touched. I ask permission, not 
because I’m being a gentleman. It’s actually the complete opposite. I ask permission so 
your brain anticipates the pleasure before I’ve ever even touched you.”
I tasted her lower lip again and abruptly dipped my tongue into her mouth. Then just 
as quickly retreated. “The human body is an instrument. Know how to master it... and 
well...” I let my voice drop as I moved my hands slowly to her shoulders and tugged her 
body flush against mine. Our mouths met softly at first. I deepened the kiss, memorizing 
her taste, knowing I wouldn’t experience a kiss like this again in my lifetime. The way 
her scent, her soft moans destroyed my body, wrecked me from the deepest part of me, 
was nothing short of life-altering.
And I’d like to think I’d kissed a lot of women.
I’d studied the psychology of sexuality.
I was an expert in pleasure.
But she was schooling me, absolutely wreaking havoc on every logical thought as her 
soft whimper cascaded over me. Blood surged through my body as it tightened with 
awareness at her proximity.
She pulled back, her lips swollen. “That was... not a good enough warning.”
Laughing softly, I cupped the back of her head and gently drew it toward mine and 
kissed her again, angling my lips differently, searching her, consuming her, drawing 
pleasure from her lips as if it was my life goal to discover every single secret she owned.
Her arms wrapped around my neck. She was shy; she didn’t push against me, didn’t 
wrap her legs around me or moan into my mouth like I was having sex with her rather 
than kissing her.
My hands moved down her corset to her hips, and I lifted her into the air and walked 
her backward toward the brick wall. The whole time, our masks collided. In frustration, 
I ripped hers off, then mine. The shadows of moonlight hid our faces as I kissed her 
harder, losing myself in her.
Her nails dug at the back of my neck as she jerked my head harder. Groaning, I let her 
fall to the ground as I placed my hands on the brick wall to keep myself from ripping the 
dress from her body.
Shouting started from the ballroom.
“Ten, nine...!”
“Eight,” I whispered against her mouth. “Seven.”
“Six.” She sighed, her breathing labored as her tongue found mine again. “Five.”
“Four, three.” I pulled back and trailed kisses down her neck.
We broke apart, both breathing heavy. “One.”
People burst out onto the balcony as the fireworks started, lighting up the sky. And our 
And the only thing I could say as she gasped in horror was “Oh, shit.”

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