Capture
by Rachel Van Dyken
Release Date: August 20th 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?
I received a copy in exchange for an honest review!
What I say: At 17 Dani has experienced more pain than most people do in a lifetime. The emotional trauma has cost her more than just the ability to speak and she's left broken and struggling. She has a great support network of friends and family, but it is only when she meets Lincoln she starts to come to terms with her losses.
I'm working my way through Rachel Van Dyken's back catalogue, so I haven't read her Seaside series yet. Although Capture is a spin-off (or continuation) of the series it was easy to pick up with the characters and is a standalone.
I found both Dani and Linc to be likeable, they each added something to the story. Dani is a little naive at times, but I actually found this more endearing rather than annoying. I did expect to find the age difference a problem, but mostly it wasn't. This is mainly because Dani is far wiser than most 17/18 year olds.
It's an extremely emotional story with some really heartbreaking moments. As I wasn't familiar with Dani and her family I wasn't expecting the book to be so sad and traumatic. But it's not all doom and gloom as Capture is also sweet and hopeful.
The more cynical part of my brain may have found it hard to believe a Hollywood actor would be into a young woman, but I actually liked the fantasy of the idea here. Plus once I got into the particulars of the story, Linc's feelings for her made even more sense.
3.5 - 4 Stars in my Sky!
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Excerpt:
“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.

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