For Tracey Rooks, life with her grandparents on a Wyoming farm has always been simple. But after her grandmother's death, Tracey is all her grandfather has. So when Eagle Elite University announces its annual scholarship lottery, Tracey jumps at the opportunity to secure their future and enters. She isn't expecting much-but then she wins. And life as she knows it will never be same . . .
The students at Eagle Elite are unlike any she's ever met . . . and they refuse to make things easy for her. There's Nixon, gorgeous, irresistible, and leader of a group that everyone fears: The Elect. Their rules are simple. 1. Do not touch The Elect. 2. Do not look at The Elect. 3. Do not speak to The Elect. No matter how hard she tries to stay away, The Elect are always around her and it isn't long until she finds out the reason why they keep their friends close and their enemies even closer. She just didn't realize she was the enemy -- until it was too late.
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Holy bejesus! WOW. I have many addictions when it comes to books. I love me some rockstars, bikers, millionaires, billionaires and cowboys. I'm sure there is many more but I have NEVER come across a mafia book that has hooked me so bad that I neglected everything...and I do mean everything. The hubby had a great day cleaning and cooking lol.
I was hooked from page one. I didn't stop reading all day until I finished, not only Elite, but also book 2, Elect.
Tracey has lived a very sheltered life and is finally going to live her life per her late grandmothers request. She's very vulnerable in a lot of way but some of the ways she's vulnerable she is unaware of. She's being thrown to the wolves although she doesn't know who all the wolves are.
She doesn't know the dangers she faces from going to Eagle Elite University. The dangers she is being used to flush out just by not being sheltered anymore.
I can't even begin to tell you how this book made me feel. It was like a huge mystery that I had to solve. A mystery that is so far from what I thought it would be. The twists and turns just blew me away.
Elite has the start of a great love triangle. A love triangle that went on to break me. One where I knew who had me the most but also one that made me wish I felt differently.
The minute Nixon first walks into the book I was all him. Yes he was an arrogant ass, but aren't all the greatest book boyfriends asses to start off with. The difference is that Nixon has reason to act the way he does.
If you lovelies listen to any of my reviews at all then this is one series I will shout about. YOU NEED TO READ THIS BOOK! If you can read just one book before the end of this year then I highly recommend Elite!
I am team Nixon... who are you?
I am team Nixon... who are you?
It's truly the BEST mafia book EVER!
I give Elite 5 stars- I wish I could give more!
“Why?” I crossed my arms. “So you could send in the next shift? Who’s it gonna be this time? Tex? Phoenix?”
When I said Phoenix he scowled.
“Thanks, Chase, see ya later.” Nixon pulled me down the hall like a bat out of hell.
“Where are we going? And why are we in a hurry?”
Nixon didn’t answer. He swiped his card and the elevators opened. The minute they closed he hit the button for it to stop.
Holy crap. This was how I was going to die.
“Nixon, what the—”
He had me pushed back against the wall before I could finish my sentence. His mouth pressed against mine and his hands lifted me into the air, pressing our bodies tighter together. The metal of his lip ring sent electrical shocks through my system as it rubbed against my bottom lip. Good lord, I’d never kissed a guy like this before. Ever.
With a groan, he released me. I didn’t mean to touch him, I just did it. I grabbed his hand but he jerked free. “Please, no touching.”
Not okay.“Nixon, you can’t just—”
“—Yes, I can.”He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the opposite end of the wall. “And I did.” He pushed the button again causing the elevator to continue its descent.
Son of a whore. I wanted to punch him in the face. I think he could tell too, because he kept smiling. Who the hell did he think he was? So, what? People were afraid of him because he was rich? Because his big bad daddy owned everything? That didn’t mean you could make out with a girl just because you felt like it. It didn’t mean you never had to make excuses for your behavior. And it sure as hell didn’t mean you could kiss a girl senseless then order her not to touch you.
“So is that how this works then, Nixon? You take, but you can’t receive?”
He bit his lip and stalked toward me just as the doors opened. “Funny. I didn’t think I was taking.”
“Oh yeah?” My eyebrows shot up.
“Yeah.” He grabbed my hand before I could pull it free. “I was giving.”
I stuck out my tongue.
“Do it again, see what happens,” he threatened.
I kept my mouth shut. Something had shifted between us this afternoon. Something big — I just didn’t know what it was. A day ago I was worried he’d look the other way if a car was barreling toward me. Now… well, now it felt like he would do anything to keep me close — almost as if he’d lost me before and knew what it felt like to be without me. But that was crazy. Clearly I’d never been kissed like that before, because my mind was conjuring up all sorts of crazy stories. I needed to stop reading so much.
We went outside and started walking across campus.
“I didn’t know.” He cursed. “About what Phoenix did.”
“I thought you told him to do that, because of our little challenge earlier about you not offering me protection and stuff.”
He stopped and pulled me next to him. “Do you really think I’m that much of an ass that I would really drug you, set you up to look like the school slut, and then take away your key card so you were up a creek with no paddle?”
I shrugged. “You said you wouldn’t protect me anymore, that—”
“Shit. Girls are so dense sometimes.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I was upset, Trace! You’re so damn argumentative and you never listen! I was trying to scare you for a few days. I wasn’t going to throw you to the freaking wolves!”
He grabbed my hand and kept walking. My hand felt so small in his.
“Where are we going?”
And he was officially done talking. We picked up pace when we got behind the gymnasium toward the back side of the fence where a few trees were planted in order to make the place look more like a park than a school, which I guess was somewhat typical for a rich university.
Nixon stopped in the middle of the grass and whistled.
Holy football team.
A few lights turned on almost like a spotlight, and then Tim, the quarterback I supposedly slept with walked out into the spotlight. He looked scared shitless.
I looked behind me. Phoenix and Tex were standing there silently watching. Nixon took off his leather jacket and held it out. Tex slowly walked up and took it from his hands then gave me a wink.
“Tim,” Nixon said in a stern voice. “Do you know why you’re here?”
Tim nodded, his eyes flickering to mine and then back to Nixon’s.
“Words, Tim. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, sir.”Tim’s voice sounded strained.
“Tim, did you or didn’t you have sex with this girl?” He pointed to me. I wanted to disappear on the spot. Crap, for some reason I felt like it was my fault… if I hadn’t taken that drink from Phoenix.
“No… what? I’m losing patience, Tim.”
“No, sir. I did not have sex with Tracey Rooks.”
“Interesting.”Nixon moved closer to Tim and cracked his knuckles. “And who told you to spread the lie about Tracey?”
Tim said nothing.
“You hear that, everyone?” Nixon turned around and lifted his hands into the air. The guy who kissed me in the elevator and the guy in front of me now were two very different people. His muscles flexed in the moonlight. He pushed back a few pieces of fallen hair. “His answer is silence. Well, at least he’s not a rat. Right, Tim?”
Tim didn’t say anything, he just stood there. Head held high.
Nixon laughed and then punched him across the jaw. Hard enough to cause Tim to stumble. Blood oozed from his lip, but he still didn’t say anything.
“How long will this take, Tim?”
Nixon punched him again. This time Tim fell forward, giving Nixon the perfect opportunity to use his knee. Blood spewed from Tim’s nose as he cursed and fell to the ground.“Still silent, Tim?”
Crap, why wasn’t anyone doing anything? Horrified, I looked back to Tex. He shook his head as if giving me a silent message not to do anything, but I was too scared to run. My feet were locked in place.
“More?” Nixon asked and then landed another blow to Tim’s jaw, and another, and another until I thought he really was going to kill him.
Finally Tim cried out. “Phoenix! One of your own told me to! He said you would be pleased.”
“He said I would be pleased?” Nixon laughed. “Tim, do I look pleased?”
“No, what?”Nixon said in a deadly voice.
“No, sir. Sorry, sir. It won’t happen again. It won’t—”
“Damn right, it won’t happen again. Now get off your sorry ass and apologize to Trace.”
Tim slowly got to his feet and stumbled toward me. His left eye was beginning to swell and blood was caked on his face. “I’m sorry for any trouble I may have caused you, Trace.”
Nixon came up behind him and grabbed his arms thrusting him into the crowd of football players in front of us. “Clean him up.”
An abnormal amount of yes sirs came from the guys who helped Tim walk away. People began to scatter. Including Tex and Phoenix.
“One more thing,”Nixon said loudly. Everyone froze in place. “Phoenix… come here. Now.”
Phoenix’s normally smug face paled as he slowly walked toward Nixon, avoiding eye contact. “Yes, sir.”
“Because you never—”
The sound of knuckles hitting flesh almost made me puke as I saw Phoenix hit the ground and Nixon shake his hand.
People gasped. My mouth dropped open. Whispering commenced. I wasn’t sure if it was normal for Nixon to hit his own friend. I mean, he didn’t seem the type. I just… I didn’t know.
“What should your punishment be?” Nixon circled him. “I leave for the night to take care of family business — a business you have interest in — and when I’m gone you betray me by ordering your own hit on the new girl?”
“She was disrespecting you!” Phoenix all but yelled.
Nixon leaned down. “So you thought to disrespect me, is that it? You thought disrespect equaled more disrespect?”
Phoenix said nothing.
“Since when has it ever been okay to drug an innocent girl? Hmm, Phoenix?”
He was silent and then. “Chase took her.”
“He also told me everything tonight and will be carrying out his punishment over the next year.”
I had a sick feeling his punishment had to do with babysitting duty. Kind of like protecting me from what he caused. Oh joy.
“What? Nothing to say?” Nixon asked.
Phoenix shook his head. “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
“You will be,”Nixon mumbled. “You’re out, Phoenix. Broken. You’re a cafone.”
“What?” Phoenix surged to his feet. “You can’t do that to me! My father will—”
“—Son,” came a deep voice. “It’s already been discussed. Just let it go.”
“What?” Phoenix roared. “I gave everything to you! To your family! You promised!” He tried to land a blow on Nixon, but Nixon stepped out of the way. Phoenix was already too hurt to do much damage anyway. “You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!”
A large burly man came up behind Phoenix and whispered something in his ear. Phoenix’s eyes grew. I’ve never seen such hatred behind someone’s glare in my life. I was suddenly afraid for Nixon, afraid for anyone near Phoenix.
“This isn’t over, Nixon. You can’t just break away from this — from us! You’re making a huge mistake. I hope you realize what you’re doing.”
“I do,” Nixon said confidently. “And I hope you enjoy working in fast food. Because it’s the only place that will hire you if you as much as breathe in her direction again.”
Phoenix spat at the ground and jerked away from his dad, disappearing into the shadows of the night.
His dad, the dean to be exact, stood there helpless. “Are you going to… tell—?”
“No.” Nixon cut him off. “This is between us, was between us. Just keep him away, and it won’t go any further.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Nixon nodded. And the dean left.
“What the hell kind of school is this?” I muttered under my breath.
It was Tex who answered. “I thought you’d have known by now. It’s his.” He pointed at Nixon.
“The American dollar.” Tex put his arm around me as I shivered. “A couple billion of them to be exact… well, that and the Abandonato family.”
“So the last name Abandonato covers a multitude of sins, is that it?”
Tex sighed.“The last name Abandonato either covers the sin or gets you killed. Either way the outcome is the same, I guess.”
“And what’s that?”
“You’re never free.”
His answer was silence. Which scared me more than anything. When I entered the lottery to go to this school, all I could think about was how I would be practically set for life.
And now, it seemed like I’d stepped into an action movie where the star has more power than the President of the United States. Just who were the Elect and why was it such a big deal getting kicked out of a clique?
I needed answers, but I wasn’t so sure Nixon would give them to me.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Do I have to say yes sir too?” I said in a shaky voice.
Tex burst out laughing. “She’s all yours, man.” He walked off into the dark still cracking up, and I was left with the Ultimate Fighter.
About 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.
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New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author
Elite (Eagle Elite)
The Devil Duke Takes A Bride
Tear: A Seaside Novel
Upon A Midnight Dream
The Wolf's Pursuit
The Ugly Duckling Debutante
The Redemption of Lord Rawlings
Waltzing with the Wallflower
An Unlikely Alliance
The Seduction of Sebastian St. James
Every Girl Does It
The Parting Gift
Pull: A Seaside Novel
Shatter: A Seaside Novel
Elect (Eagle Elite)
Entice (Eagle Eite)
Elicit (Eagle Elite)
When Ash Falls
Forever: A Seaside Novella
Fall: A Seaside Novel
The Spinster Club