Infraction, an all-new sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller Rachel Van Dyken is Available NOW!!
Infraction by Rachel Van Dyken
Release Date: January 9th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken proves that everyone scores to win. But off the field, a fumble can change the entire game.
Pro footballer Miller Quinton would do anything for his best friend and teammate—including “fake dating” his friend’s sister. What no one knows is that seven months ago in Vegas, Miller and Kinsey did a whole lot more than just kiss. Miller knows that this cheerleader is off-limits to him and any guy on the team. Still, he can’t stop himself.
Kinsey’s whole world is on the verge of crumbling. Her dad has cancer. Her overprotective brother is falling apart. Dating Miller may be a fake-out, but he’s the one guy who can make her forget about everything—including all the reasons she stayed away from football players. With each heated moment, Miller feels more like a safe place…even though he’s not safe at all.
Now temptation is testing every rule in the game of love. But how long can they go on playing when winning is a harder goal than either of them imagined?
I had beautiful women surrounding me on a daily basis, but for some reason, this one, this off-limits little firecracker—had me.
Quinton Miller may not have gotten the girl he thought he was meant to be with but what he did get was one hot night with Kinsey Romonov, his QB, Jax’s, very off-limits sister. Things may not have ended well for them after that night but when Jax asks Miller to fake date his sister in order to protect her from her horrible ex it may be the opportunity he needs in order to make things right with the woman he couldn’t stop thinking about – even if he is risking the wrath of Jax if he ever finds out what happened that night in Vegas. Jax is only one of the many obstacles standing between them and a happily ever after – ex’s, secrets, and loss all threaten to tear them apart before they even get a real chance at starting.
“Maybe I just want to savor you.”
Tears filled my eyes. “You say things like that, and I may just get attached to you, Quinton Miller.”
“That’s kind of the point, Kinsey Romonov.”
This book picks up right where Fraternize leaves off and while it technically can read as a standalone, I would recommend reading them in order because the first book is where you really get Miller’s backstory and it’ll really help you better understand what’s going on in this book. After reading Fraternize and seeing how that all turned out, I was looking forward to this book because I really liked Miller and felt bad for him with how everything turned out. I liked the idea of him and Kinsey and for the most part, I really enjoyed them together, they definitely had great chemistry. I found myself annoyed sometimes with Kinsey, it was clear she’d always been coddled and I appreciated her wanting to be allowed to live her own life, but then she would do something where she’d practically admit she could never handle life on her own and it basically negated her desire for independence. When she would have one of her rare strong moments, though, I did like her and I was rooting for her and Miller.
If you’ve read Fraternize then you already know how overprotective Jax was when it came to Kinsey, so it was no surprise that he would have such a big role in this book. But it was surprising to see several chapters from his POV, it almost read like a novella within a novel and I wonder if that was just a way to give him a love interest without actually giving him a book. I guess time will tell on that. I will say, I was a little weirded out over the level of Jax’s protectiveness over Kinsey at times and that made me sad because I really liked his character and didn’t want to feel that way. I don’t think it was RVD’s intention to make readers feel that way either, but that’s just how it came off to me. It isn’t until pretty late in the book that we get an explanation that does help some, but I just wish that aspect had been toned down some. I think she could have made the same point without it being so over the top.
I don’t mean to sound negative because really I did enjoy most of this book and there were some delightfully emotional parts that were really unexpected. Plus we got to see Emerson and Sanchez, and if you’ve read the first book, you know how much fun that is! I really do like this group and was glad about how everything turned out, there were just some bumpy parts that I had to get through in order to get there.
With a chuckle, I pressed a kiss against her mouth and whispered, “I never stood a fucking chance, did I?”
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“I didn’t say I wanted a one-night stand.”
“Wow, changing your spots?”
I gripped her hand; she tried to jerk it away. “What if I want two? Maybe three? What if I want four?”
“Then I’d say you’re greedy.”
“When it comes to you?” I growled, pulling her to her feet. “Yes.”
Everyone was dancing around us but it felt like we were alone. Jax had since walked to the other side of the room. I backed Kinsey up against one of the walls, a potted plant guarded us, but not by much.
“I’ll just keep asking.”
“I’m not ready to move back in with my brother,” she huffed. “And if we complicate things, and it goes bad, which it will, what happens then?”
“So take a risk.”
“You’re asking me to trust you?”
“No.” I shook my head bitterly. “In every area of your life, your safety, your happiness, your health—you can trust me. Just don’t give me your heart, not when I’m not even sure I still have mine.”
She snorted. “So it’s going to be about just sex.”
“Distraction from your dad, distraction from Jax, let’s call it a mutual distraction between really good friends . . . the best of friends.” I kissed her temple then snaked my hand around her rib cage, lightly tickling her skin with my fingers as I raised her shirt, my knuckles grazing her belly button as I went higher and higher until I cupped her breast. She sucked in a breath, and I moved my hand back down her stomach until I came into contact with the front of her jeans.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
“Nothing,” I whispered against her ear, kissing the hollow of her neck while my hand cupped her and then lifted her hips onto my leg, bracing it against the wall. I moved just enough for her to buck against my leg, and press her hands on my chest. “Nothing at all. You get to decide what happens.”
She huffed out a curse and pressed down on my leg again. “You’re a very bad friend.”
“I’m the best damn friend in this room.” I kept peppering light kisses against her mouth. “Come on, Waffle, time for the syrup.”
“Bad.” She rode me slow, she rode my leg hard, I imagined pulsing inside her, the walls of her body squeezing me into a slow painful death. “This is . . . so inappropriate.”
“You drive a man to want a hell of a lot of inappropriate, Kins. You’ve been driving me fucking crazy for two weeks. And since it’s all about your terms, I’m giving you the keys—you know you like to drive—so give yourself a ride, sweetheart . . . take it.”
I gripped her hips and guided her just enough so she could get a rhythm, then slowly scooted us into the shadow behind the plant and the chair to my right. We were hidden, but not enough that we couldn’t get caught.
“I need . . .” She let out a little moan and punched me in the chest, and then gave her head a shake and started mauling me with her mouth.
I grabbed her hips, slamming her tight little body against mine, and she climbed all over me, her body meeting my thrusts like we were two horny teenagers skipping class.
It felt so good, I was seconds away from getting her naked against the wall. She slowed her movements, arching against my leg, then pressed her palm to my dick; the touch set me off so hard that I drew blood against my bottom lip.
Meet the Author:
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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