#BlogTour Steal (Seaside Pictures, #3) by Rachel Van Dyken #NewRelease #4Stars #Review #SecondChance #Series @RachVD (@jennw23)

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#BlogTour Steal (Seaside Pictures, #3) by Rachel Van Dyken #NewRelease #4Stars #Review #SecondChance #Series @RachVD (@jennw23)Steal by Rachel Van Dyken
Series: Seaside Pictures #3
Published by Rachel Van Dyken on July 3rd 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 283
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I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

Steal, the follow-up standalone rockstar romance to the #1 New York Times Bestseller Keep…

It's easy to lose yourself in someone you love.

Easier to lose yourself in someone you hate…

I didn't think it could get any worse than having to babysit a bunch of spoiled musicians on set ― keeping them out of trouble is a cakewalk compared to seeing my ex every day.

Seaside, Oregon isn't big enough for the both of us.

She hates me.

I loathe her.

The plan was simple ― stay the hell away and make sure she gets to set on time.

What I didn't expect was to be faced with our past in front of an audience ― and be forced to face it again.

It's torture.

The way she looks at me.

The way I try to look through her.

Words left unsaid.

The lingering aftermath still as powerful as ever.

I feed the chasm between us, for fear that she'll make me feel again ― and steal the last shred of heart I have left.

We have everything but each other.

It's not enough.

Not when you've lost love.

And replaced it with the only thing left ― hate.


This is the third and last book in the “Seaside Pictures Series” and it’s a standalone. This is the first book I’ve read in the series and it made me want to read the first and second books to see what I missed.


Will Sutherland is an agent and manages both actors and musicians. He had been the lead singer in what had been at the time the biggest boy band in the world when he was younger. Now he represents some of the same people he was friends with back than and are still his friends now. One of them, Jamie Jaymeson, the director, is filming the third semi-biographic movie based on their careers as musicians and time spent in Seaside, Oregon. The first two movies had been huge Hollywood successes. And several of his friends/clients/ex-bandmates have been cast in the movie, including Angelica Greene, his ex-girlfriend. He met her ten years ago when he was 19 and she was already a young teen phenomenon. Will had been cast to make a cameo in a movie she was staring in. Now Angelica’s career hangs by a thread, and more than her agent, Will is going to be her babysitter. So, instead of staying in the hotel or a bungalow by herself, Will is giving her a guest room in his house, without a door. He wants to be sure she’s not using and stays clean.


“Two years ago I was still in love with her.

Two years ago she broke my heart for a second time without even realizing it and providence brought her back to my agency, my doorstep.

I’d dreamed of that moment. The moment she’d come crawling back and I’d sneer in her face, tell her to drop dead, then laugh while the door hit her in the ass on the way out of my office.

But that was the thing about revenge. Nobody ever warns you about all the other feelings that attach themselves to that one word.

Like regret.

Like what ifs.

So, I wasn’t sad about Angelica.

I was pissed.

I was still pissed.”


Angelica Green started out in the business at the age of two, making a commercial. It seemed like she never quit working, supporting her mother, who took advantage of her. She was a child star and became a teen diva. Then two years ago she was on drugs and had been fired from 3 different movies. Now at 26, she’s out of drug rehab and on the verge of being pushed into retirement, a has-been. So when she’s given a part in the movie, she doesn’t think twice about accepting it. And her role in this movie? She got cast as the most hated girl in America. A role that seems to have been written with her in mind. It seems to be perfect casting.


“I’m too smart for those games, Will. If I stripped naked and begged on my hands and knees for information you’re more likely to steal my clothes and make me walk the streets naked while you follow yelling ‘Shame’ behind me as I make my way through town.”

“Been watching a lot of Game of Thrones, have you?”

“It’s me.”

“The mother of dragons?”

“Ciercy. Let’s just say I identify with her as a character, especially the book character.”


Will has several reasons to hate Angelica. He gave up his career for her. So much history between them, his band mates and friends. So when Jay suddenly decides that Will has to be in the movie, he feels obligated to do so. And he has to act alongside Angelica since the film is based on their true love story. Jay makes sure that his direction brings out everything they went through, good and bad, to make another great movie. This means reliving past hurts and betrayals. And Lord help them when the truths come out.


“I would have fought for you.”

“I should have let you.”

“Ang, there will never be a day in my life where I think I can ever be anything but your everything—and that’s the truth.”


“I will always……Always, want it all.”


I love Second Chance romance! A good one always includes a little heartache and Steal doesn’t disappoint. Some very painful secrets are revealed and things that were assumed to be true turn out to be anything but the truth. I’m sorry I hadn’t read the first two books, a mistake I intend to remedy soon

By Dora



I blinked up at the white ceiling, willing the tears to dry. Praying they wouldn’t slip free — because once they were loose there was no stopping the onslaught of emotion that would follow, the devastation, the earth-shattering realization that nothing would ever be the same between us. Not if he could help it — and not with me constantly pushing him.

But at least pushing him got me a reaction that proved he wasn’t a complete indifferent sociopath.

I refused to let him get to me.

With a sigh I turned onto my side and stared out the window imagining a different time a different place, where he was by my side — and promised to never leave.

That and the way his hands ran down my skin like he was getting ready to worship me the way he used to.

Only his face hadn’t been filled with wonder — disgust was more like it.

I clung to the anger like a blanket. It was the only way to sleep, the only way I was able to close my eyes and pray the sickness in my chest away.

Anger forced me to focus on doing my job and getting as far away from my past as possible.

Weakness would just make me sad.

It would make me that — weak;

And I knew where that road led.

It led me directly back to all the things that turned me down that road in the first place.

Not being good enough.

Pretty enough.

Funny enough.

Weakness led me to a false sense of strength.

And my number one weakness had always been Will Sutherland.

It was possible — to give so much of your heart and soul to a person that you lost who you were.

I became a different person with him — a person I thought I needed to be in order to compete in our world. A person our world told me I had no choice but to become in order to stay relevant.

I punched my pillow one last time and attempted to sleep.

Two hours later, when sleep still wouldn’t come, I padded my way into the kitchen and made coffee, then laid my head against the couch and thought about the way his lips felt on my ear.

Inches from my neck.

Breaths from my body.

I ached for him in ways I never knew existed.

And I relished in the ache just like I relished in the anger, because at least that meant it had happened, and at least that meant I knew he was a bad choice I wasn’t willing to make again.

A weakness that wouldn’t just hurt me.

But kill me.

Sometime around one in the morning when the clock on the microwave blinked at me with an intensity that started a pulsing headache to form — I stumbled over to the couch and face planted — the last thought in my head was of the Sutherland Sunset — and how it had once been my anchor until it turned into my hell.

What a joke.

What a cruel joke.

“You made coffee.” Will’s smooth voice interrupted what had been a completely dreamless sleep.

I didn’t have the energy to respond with anything other than a grunt.

“Still not a morning person,” he commented. His footsteps might as well be sledgehammers drilling into the wood floor.

“Why?” I croaked.

The walking stopped. Lights flicked on. I shivered and cursed him to Hell as he poked his head over the couch and had the audacity to smile. “Why what?”

My eyes narrowed. “Talking.”

“Why talking?” He took a sip out of the blue mug I’d been drinking out of earlier that morning; he must have reheated the coffee. “Still really eloquent in the morning I see.” Another annoying sip. The terrorist didn’t even offer me any! Just kept loudly sipping while staring at me with a stupid ass grin on his face like it was a joy to be awake at… wait, what time was it?

I jolted to a sitting position, my pounding headache still wasn’t gone, in fact it was worse, probably brought on by Will’s cheerful demeanor and loud walking. “What time is it?”

“You have twenty minutes until you’re expected on set.” His voice was calm behind me, warm. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine his body was about to wrap around me like a blanket, I’d tuck my feet under my body and rest my head on his shoulder, we’d share a cup of coffee like we used to and watch the news before work.

It took us one date to become inseparable.

Our trailers side by side.


Finishing sentences.

Eating off each other’s plates.

Sharing inside jokes.

Not to mention, Will had been my first.

I shivered as his footsteps moved away from me taking his body right along with them.

That was the past.

It needed to stay there.

With a sigh, I shot up to my feet and started making my way back to my room.

I only made it about one foot before Will started cursing.

Panicked, I froze and then turned around. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes narrowed over the rim of the blue cup, “I’m just trying to decide if you’re doing it on purpose.”

“Doing what?” Okay now I was getting annoyed. And the man wouldn’t stop slurping his coffee as though he didn’t know how to sip like a grown up!

He shrugged one of his shoulders. “Wearing no clothes.”



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.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

You can connect with her on Facebook www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel's New Rockin Readers. Her website is www.rachelvandykenauthor.com.


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