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A review by kara_hildebrand
Elicit by Rachel Van Dyken
5.0
I've been a fan of Rachel's for years and if it's even possible her books are getting better! Elicit is a darker, edgier addition to the series and the writing is awesome. I have been Team Chase since the beginning, but there was something about Tex that was intriguing to me. This is Tex's story. It's sad, harsh, dark, heartbreaking and deep. He's not the funny Tex from the previous books. His intensity is extremely captivating. I felt like I was sitting at the table watching them interact. Tex has some major decisions to make. He has to decide between his family and his "family." He knows what the right thing to do is, but can he do it? Does he have the strength to push away the memories and do what has to be done? Mo is a shell of her self. She's sad and withdrawn and can't stop thinking about Tex even though they are not together. I cried for her. I cried for Tex. I cried a lot while reading this book. Everyone needs a hug. Even Sergio. This book is such an amazing continuation of the series. I think it might be the best one yet! It was more emotional and more explosive! It's just more Mafia! I got worried a few times that something really bad was going to happen and I tried to remember that Rachel wouldn’t do that to me :) Do not miss this new book in the series. All of the Eagle Elite are back in full force and I found myself holding my breath and whispering "Oh No!" a few times.
"Easy," Nixon whispered from next to me. "We don’t want to have to buy a new one."
"A new Sergio or a new table?" I said through clenched teeth.
"One's irreplaceable."
"What? I looked down. "This is an antique?"
Nixon smirked. "I mean Sergio, you jackass."
"What?" I shivered again, cuddling closer to him, my back pressed so tightly against his chest I could feel his heartbeat.
"Nothing," he choked out. "I just hate that I'm that freaking turned on my talks of violence."
"It's the knives. " I swallowed. "Guys like sharp things."
"Guys like big things." Tex ran his hand down my left arm, his fingertips dancing against my skin. "Shiny things too. Ones with dark hair, and bright eyes. Things that have dirty little mouths and kick ass habits toward gory acts of violence."
"I'm sorry, I know you hate me"
"I could never hate you as much as I love you. That type of hate? That depth of hate? Doesn't exist baby, believe me, I search for it every night that you lay next to me and I refuse to touch you. I crave it every minute of every day when I see your beautiful face."
"I think a good old fashioned family dinner is in order."
"Please tell me you're drunk." I rubbed my face with my hands.
"I'll cook." Chase rubbed his hands together.
"Fantastic. What? DO we pat them down at the door?"
"What's a family dinner without a little gunfire?"
"Easy," Nixon whispered from next to me. "We don’t want to have to buy a new one."
"A new Sergio or a new table?" I said through clenched teeth.
"One's irreplaceable."
"What? I looked down. "This is an antique?"
Nixon smirked. "I mean Sergio, you jackass."
"What?" I shivered again, cuddling closer to him, my back pressed so tightly against his chest I could feel his heartbeat.
"Nothing," he choked out. "I just hate that I'm that freaking turned on my talks of violence."
"It's the knives. " I swallowed. "Guys like sharp things."
"Guys like big things." Tex ran his hand down my left arm, his fingertips dancing against my skin. "Shiny things too. Ones with dark hair, and bright eyes. Things that have dirty little mouths and kick ass habits toward gory acts of violence."
"I'm sorry, I know you hate me"
"I could never hate you as much as I love you. That type of hate? That depth of hate? Doesn't exist baby, believe me, I search for it every night that you lay next to me and I refuse to touch you. I crave it every minute of every day when I see your beautiful face."
"I think a good old fashioned family dinner is in order."
"Please tell me you're drunk." I rubbed my face with my hands.
"I'll cook." Chase rubbed his hands together.
"Fantastic. What? DO we pat them down at the door?"
"What's a family dinner without a little gunfire?"