Release
Date: August 20, 2015
Losing
your ability to speak at the age of seventeen; it’s not normal or fair.
But
trauma, has a way of throwing normality out the window.
Dani
lives anything but a normal life.
Her
sister is married to one of the biggest names in Hollywood.
Her
best friends are rockstar duo AD2.
And she
has more love around her than most people experience in a lifetime.
But
that doesn't change the fact their parents are dead.
Or that
it's her fault.
It
seems her new normal is being a mute, living on the inside, unable to actually
communicate on the outside.
That is
until Hollywood’s newest heartthrob Lincoln Greene hires her as his assistant
for the summer.
He's
gorgeous, completely unavailable, and unobtainable.
But
that doesn't stop her from wondering...if things were different...would he want
her?
If she
was whole, would he be the other half?
Dani
has the most unusual life! Her sister is married to one of the biggest
directors in Hollywood! Her two best friends are in one of the most popular
rock bands. But 17 year old Dani is suffering; after losing her parents in a
car accident, when a drunk driver hit their car, causing injuries to Dani too.
But the biggest damage was done to Dani emotionally and because of that she has
become mute.
But
her sister is not allowing her to stay trapped, and has her husband Logan suggests
that she becomes the assistant to the leading man of his current movie; Lincoln
Greene.
As
soon as Linc meet Dani sparks fly and then he puts his foot in it, time and
time again. And no matter how many times Dani rejects him or he messes up, the
attraction grows. But how can they overcome their biggest obstacle…her age.
So
we all know I absolutely hate New Adult romances, so I know you are all
wondering, why I read this book…well it is simple, because the blurb enticed
me. I have to say that the book was an extremely pleasant read, even though
some bits were completely unbelievable.
The
writing was very smooth and the plot line was intriguing, and even though I
dislike New Adult books, it doesn’t promise happily ever after! And I like
that.
Overall
I give Capture 8 out of 10.
“Finally!”
Jaymeson pointed at both of us. “Lincoln, show her to her mark. Dani, for this
scene you’re simply staring at him like you want to eat him. Think you can do
that?”
I nodded.
Any woman could
do that.
Most men too.
“Cue music!”
Jaymeson called out. “Action.”
A techno mix of
AD2’s latest song filled the air as the extras started dancing around us. I
stayed glued to the wall while Lincoln delivered his lines to Pris, and then he
lifted his head, meeting my gaze.
It’s just a
movie. It’s just a movie.
The breath left
my chest on one slow exhale as he moved toward me, his body making fluid
purposeful movements through the crowd.
My lips parted;
my entire body felt heavy as he approached.
He stopped in
front of me, his forehead grazing mine as he leaned in a few inches. Our breath
mingled as the music and scene faded around me.
“Cut!” Jaymeson
yelled.
Holy crap on a
cracker. I almost experienced my first stroke — at seventeen.
“You okay?”
Lincoln’s eyebrows knit together in concern.
I licked the
lipstick from my lips and nodded quickly.
Jaymeson
approached. “Time for the kiss, remember kissing, not hockey. Clearly, you were
confused earlier.”
Lincoln gritted
his teeth and let out a little groan.
I patted his arm
and grinned, my way of encouraging him. He seemed to pale more.
My stomach sank.
Maybe it was me.
I was the
problem.
Not the kiss,
but me. If he’d had trouble kissing my gorgeous sister, how was he going to be
able to kiss me?
“Hey…” Lincoln
cupped my cheek. “… focus on me, nothing else, alright? It’s only us.”
I nodded.
“You ever been
to a party?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Ever made out
with a guy at a party that wasn’t your boyfriend?”
I thought about
it then slowly shook my head.
“So that’s what
this scene is about. It’s about a guy seeing a girl from across the room and
wanting her so badly that he’s willing to cheat on his own girlfriend for just
one taste. Granted, he’s supposedly drunk and high, but that just takes the
romance out of it, doesn’t it?”
He released my
cheek and stepped back. “Imagine you’re trying to attract me, make your body as
inviting as possible. Hell, just stand there and look at me, and you’ll sell
it.”
Sell it. I
repeated the words in my mind.
I could do that.
Because I wanted
him to kiss me.
It made my heart
beat faster.
My blood pump
harder.
And for the
first time since my parents’ death, I was actually excited about something.
Nervous, but excited.
“Okay,” I
mouthed.
I must have
surprised him again because his eyes darkened, and then he grinned. “One day,
Dani. One day I’m going to hear my name coming from that gorgeous mouth of
yours, and I’m not going to be held responsible for my actions… damn the
consequences.”
My breath
hitched.
“Quiet on set!
And action!”
There was no
warning. Suddenly, Lincoln’s mouth was fused against mine, no teeth, just his
soft lips pushing, prodding, moving slowly back and forth until his tongue slid
through and made contact with mine.
Heart racing, I
opened my mouth enough to deepen the kiss as heat washed over me.
He groaned and
dug his fingers into my shoulders then slid his hands down my back and gripped
my butt. I let out a squeak of surprise as I flicked his tongue with mine.
“Cut!” Jaymeson
yelled.
I kept kissing.
So did Lincoln.
His chest
brushed roughly against mine; my breasts ached at the sharp contact. I let out
a little hiss at the exact time Linc let out a groan and nudged his knee
between my legs.
“Cut!” Jaymeson
yelled again.
Slowly, Lincoln
pried himself away from me, chest heaving.
“Good enough,”
said Jaymeson.
“No,” Lincoln
argued without taking his wild grey eyes off me, “I went off script. We need to
do it again.”
“The hell you
do,” someone mumbled. I wasn’t surprised to see Demetri glaring daggers at
Lincoln’s back. Alec was next to Jaymeson, giving him an earful. I noted the
strong tick in his jaw.
“Fine.” Jaymeson
waved them both off. “We’ll do it again.”
“Take two, and
action!”
This time the
kiss was slow, languid in its movements. Hot waves of pleasure coursed through
my body as his tongue slid seductively pass my lips. His taste, the feel of his
mouth was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Greedily, I moaned, desperate
for more of him as I reached for his shirt then fisting it with my hands and
tugging him tighter against my body, wanting more contact with him. I felt
every plane of muscle as he slowly turned us so his back was semi facing the
camera. His knee nudged my legs apart as pressure increased down the middle of
my body. I hadn’t really looked long at the script, but I was pretty sure that
this wasn’t part of it.
Not that I was
complaining.
He rocked into
me, my back connected with the wall. With a possessive growl, he nipped my
lower lip then started kissing down my neck. Kissing in public had never been
my thing — but maybe that was because I’d never kissed Lincoln.
I would kiss him
anywhere.
All he needed to
do was ask.
Body humming
with pleasure, I let out a little gasp as his warm lips met the pulse on my
neck. Then his tongue licked where his lips had just been.
His knee rose
higher and higher as my body sank onto his; the first contact of his leg had my
body screaming with pleasure — just a little higher, just a little more.
“Cut!” someone
shouted, though it didn’t sound like Jaymeson.
Suddenly,
Demetri was pulling Lincoln away from me and glaring daggers at both of us. “I
think you guys got the scene.”
Embarrassed, I
looked down, tucking my silky hair behind my ear. Did I really almost just dry
hump Lincoln Greene’s leg? In front of about twenty people, including my
sister?
“You sure?”
Lincoln asked, voice hoarse. I glanced up at him, his chest was heaving with
exertion, his lips swollen. “Because I could have sworn I messed up my lines.”
“There are no
lines, you bastard,” Demetri muttered under his breath.
“Damn it!”
Jaymeson shouted. “Hey, guys, I’m going to need you to shoot it one more time.
Remember, Lincoln, you’re supposed to proposition her.”
Lincoln grinned
smugly at Demetri.
Demetri didn’t
move.
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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keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers!
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