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Release Day Coming Soon- Eternal by Rachel Van Dyken
by Taylor Dean Irvin
*This is a crossover novella featuring characters from both
the Seaside and Ruin series* Lead singer of AD2 Demetri Daniels only wants one thing...
To marry the love of his life and make the day perfect for
But perfect isn't exactly happening, not with his
sister-in-law going into labor, or with rabid fans discovering their wedding
location, or birds suddenly attacking the rehearsal dinner.
It doesn't help matters that his bride to be is starstruck as
singer Ashton Hyde makes a drop in appearance to start recording his new album.
night before I’m going to get married a freaking bird was going to break into
my room and kill me.
had a good run with her.
else flew by.
why were seagulls out this late?
have a curfew? Like all spawns of Satan?
making it up. Something else flew by and then landed on the windowsill.
to not scare it into attacking me, I turned on my side.
Another animal to add to my hate list.
waved my hand at it.
bats. Who knew? Or maybe this one had flown all the way up from South America
just to haunt me. No really. If it could happen, it would happen to me.
called. “You need to go.”
I needed a
giant-ass Tonka trunk to throw at it.
I held my hands in front of my face. “…this is the moneymaker, all I got. Well,
that and the voice. You ruin this, you disappoint women everywhere.”
The bat was
unfazed. Maybe it was friendly? Like Dracula from Sesame Street?
back just far enough for me to pull the window shut.
pointed at it and stuck my tongue out just as it took a dive toward the window.
fell backward on my ass.
jerked open. “Hey, you okay in here? I could have sworn I heard yelling… and
why… are you on the floor?” Jaymeson cocked his head to the side.
“Why are you
at my house?”
shrugged. “I live next door in that giant-ass beach house during filming,
doesn’t explain why you’re in my bedroom.”
“I watch you
while you sleep then eat chocolate over your quiet body and take Polaroids to
stash under my pillow. Why else would I be here? We’re out of popcorn.”
because that first explanation sounded way too detailed to be a lie.” I pushed
up to my feet. “Now go home.”
are hanging out… watching movies. By the way, why are you in bed so early? It’s
so sexually frustrated and keyed-up. I figured a Nyquil-induced state would be
the only thing to keep me from breaking down Lyss’s door across the hall.”
seriously. She said she trusts you so much she’s leaving it open all night
long…” Jaymeson did a little jig in front of me. “…all night long. All night.”
you’re just being annoying and saying words that people don’t even use in real
Jaymeson thrust his hand into the air. “One time—“
“I have an
idea, though.” He shrugged. “Let’s have a bro night while the girls watch
sexually frustrated, and you want to sit next to me?”
“The man has
a point.” He huffed. “Well then, good luck with...” He pointed at my body.
“…that. And if all else fails, cold showers, friend.”
“Want me to
sing you a lullaby with my accent? Does it for Pris every time. Then again,
it’s not hard to—“
he lifted his hands into the air and backed up. “Fine. See you on the other
And I was
left more wide awake than I was before.
I was just
getting ready to jump back into bed when my door slammed open and Alyssa launched
her tiny body in my direction like a lion attacking a zebra.
was on mine.
touching my tongue.
pressed against my naked chest.
pushed her away.
again… I dare you,” I whispered against her lips.
three fish meant for seals today.”
I kissed her
again. “I also sang One Direction. Give me my prize, woman.”
come tonight too?” I joked.
me on the shoulder. “Goodnight, Dem!”
love of my life, sexiest woman on the planet. Oh, and PS, Jaymeson offered to
sing me a lullaby. He was going to fix the problem, and here you go…” I pointed
down in exasperation. “…and stir things up again.”
her head, a seductive smile curving around those lush lips. “Mad because I’m
good with my hands?”
I croaked, not so sure I wanted to hear the answer, considering I was ready to
explode on the spot.
dripped with sex. “Wanna see?”
mouth dry. Hell yes.
With a saucy
grin, she waved them in front of her face and winked.
like sign language for the lion to come out and play. Do it again. See if I
don’t chase you down the hall and claim any prize I can get my hands on. Go
ahead. Run antelope, run!”
threw her head back and laughed. “I’ll see you in the morning… Just think. This
is the last night you have to sleep all by your lonesome.”
“There was a
bat!” I said in desperation.
narrowed as she peeked under the covers. “In your bed?”
coughed, swatting her hand away. “At the window. It taunted me, said… mean
talked to you.”
I scratched my head. “…tt communicated with its eyes.” Yeah, that so wasn’t
helping my case.
said… ‘I’m going to kill you in your sleep’?”
could have really done without the cheesy Count Dracula voice.
her arms. “Dem, was there really a bat?”
went over to the window. “It was right here.”
and walked over. “Wow, look at that bat-filled sky. It’s just… insane.”
excuse, a bat. Didn’t see that one coming.” She laughed. “Love you.”
curse, I glanced back at the window, only to see the bat sitting there again,
freaking glaring at me like some demon-possessed creature. Swear, it’s eyes
were even red.
you,” I vowed.
should have been my cue right there. Seeing a bat was like seeing a black cat, right?
Because the next day… though I was convinced was going to go as planned…
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 and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com