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Seaside Pictures

Rachel Van Dyken is the #1 New York Times Bestselling, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of over 80 books ranging from contemporary romance to paranormal. With over four million copies sold, she's been featured in Forbes, US Weekly, and USA Today. Her books have been translated in more than 15 countries. She was one of the first romance authors to have a Kindle in Motion book through Amazon publishing and continues to strive to be on the cutting edge of the reader experience. She keeps her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, adorable son, naked cat, and two dogs. For more information about her books and upcoming events, visit www.RachelVanDykenauthor.com Welcome to Seaside Oregon, where star sightings are as common as Malibu. It's Hollywood's biggest known secret, the place where rockstars and actors alike go to get away from it all, only now that filming has started on what's said to be the newest blockbuster hit, it's getting harder and harder to get some privacy. Capture: All Dani wants to do is survive the summer on set as Lincoln Green's newest assistant. The only problem? She's a selective mute and the guy won't stop talking or flirting. Keep: Zane "Saint" Andrews is known for a lot of things, mainly his music and sexual appetites, when he stops in Seaside for a much-needed break, he latches onto Fallon, a girl he thinks could be his new muse. What happens when she finds out that the sexy superstar hasn't actually ever had sex? Steal: Ex-boyband member Will just got assigned to represent his ex-girlfriend and ex-love Angelica Greene. Babysitting an actress that high maintenance wasn't part of the plan but he's her only hope, and when they start to blur the line between love and hate, they realize that maybe the past can't just stay there, not when there's so much left to explore in the present.

Rachel Van Dyken · Urban
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Chapter 41

BOOK TWO: KEEP

Zane

My palms slid against the guitar, slick with sweat, I tried to wipe them across my jeans, but it was no use. The noise was deafening. I had to remind myself why I was up there. "Saint! Saint! Saint!" Stomping ensued while I knelt down and made the sign of a cross in the air in front of me. "We want Saint! We want Saint!" With a muffled curse, I stood, then reached into my tight jeans to pull out a smashed marshmallow.

I popped it in my mouth and closed my eyes, allowing myself to be transported back to a simpler time, a time when things were easy, when decisions weren't all on me. When life was about making mud pies and carrying around miniature marshmallows in a measuring cup.

"You don't have to save the world," she whispered. "You know that, right?"

"Right." I furrowed my brow. "But why is it wrong to try?"