Today we are spotlighting Rachel’s Consequences series. The Consequence of Loving Colton released in April and was followed up in June with The Consequence of Revenge. Sit back and enjoy this spotlight and then enter our anniversary contest.
“The Consequences of Loving Colton was sexy, uplifting, and as funny as it was passionate. A must read!” — New York Times Bestselling Author, Melissa Foster
Just when you think Van Dyken can’t possibly get any better, she goes and delivers The Consequence of Loving Colton. Full of longing and breathless moments, this is what romance is about. — USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Layne
“The tension between Milo and Colton made this story impossible to put down. Quick, sexy, witty–easily one of my favorite books from Rachel Van Dyken.” — USA Today Bestselling Author R.S. Grey
RVD never ceases to amaze me with her way with words. The witty banter and amazing chemistry between the characters kept me reading long after my bedtime, unable to put it down until I finished. Absolutely loved every sleepless minute! —- Erin Noelle
“Have you been sexually active in the past six months?” The doctor sniffed and started pulling out supplies, laying them across the table. I watched in horror as visions of getting abducted by aliens danced like sugarplums in my head.
People die from fear.
It could happen.
I read stories where people would just spontaneously combust.
And it was about to happen if the heat in my body and all-around shaking were any indicator.
“I have to—” Jason ran toward the door and slammed it behind him.
“Weak stomach?” The doctor chuckled.
“He’s afraid of my nakedness—makes him feel like less of a man.”
“O-okay.” The doctor laughed again and motioned for me to turn around. “Now, drop your pants to your knees.”
Let it be known that no man. NO MAN should ever hear those words from someone who could pass as his great-grandfather.
The cold air bit my ass as I turned and waited.
“Now, bend over.”
I did as he said, cursing Jason and all his future children.
“Now, this may be cold.”
Just let it be small.
“And a bit painful, it’s totally normal to experience some discomfort.”
“Ha-ha.” I laughed dryly. “Guess we know what it means if it’s comfortable, am I right, Doc?”
Worst thing to say when you have your pants at your ankles and the doctor’s about two seconds away from making you see stars. Where were the drugs?
“Now try not to tense up.”
“Here we go.”
Oh. God. Did he need to count down?
“Turn your head and—cough.”
“Mother of God!” I shouted, hitting my hands against the metal table as the doctor made his intentions perfectly clear.
“Cough!” he shouted.
“Stop yelling at me!”
“I’m not yelling!”
“I want to go home now.”
“Almost done!” The doctor laughed uncomfortably.
I choked when he removed his digits from my special place. I had one of those moments, the kind where you feel so used you’re not sure whether you should cry or laugh.
“All right! You can put your pants back on.”
I felt ashamed. Like I’d just been screwed and not even offered dinner for my gallant efforts in the bedroom. Holy shit, was this what girls felt like after one-night stands?
Where the hell were my flowers?
At least give me a sucker or something . . . maybe a sticker? Saying I got . . . never mind. Those types of stickers were probably illegal.
“Now.” The doc took off his gloves and washed his hands.
Right. LIKE I WAS UNCLEAN!
He put on a new pair.
And the torture train just kept tooting.
Ha, tooting, see, it’s funny because . . . never mind.
“I’ll just need to draw some blood.” He pulled out a giant-ass needle and I had one of those moments that I’m sure every five-year-old experiences right before his mom holds him down while he gets a needle in the ass.
“This won’t hurt a bit.” He laughed nervously.
HOLY SHIT, STOP LAUGHING!
I winced as he pricked my arm and started drawing blood. His lips were moving but I wasn’t really catching anything.
“All donnne.” His voice was low. Why was he talking so slow?
“Youuu cannn gooo noowww.”
I shook my head and tried to go to the door but was met with total blackness before I took two steps.
The last thought in my head?
I was trapped in a room with a man who’d just seen my Mighty Max. I hoped to God he hadn’t liked it.