Final Touch (Rayne Tour Series #3)

Final Touch (Rayne Tour Series #3)

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by Brandilyn Collins, Amberly Collins

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The day Shaley O’Conner has dreamed of all her life is shattered by a nightmare.

On a lavish estate in California guarded from the media, Shaley’s mom, rock star Rayne O’Connor, is marrying her teen sweetheart and Shaley’s father, Gary Donovon. It’s a dream come true for Shaley, who has always longed for the father she never knew.


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The day Shaley O’Conner has dreamed of all her life is shattered by a nightmare.

On a lavish estate in California guarded from the media, Shaley’s mom, rock star Rayne O’Connor, is marrying her teen sweetheart and Shaley’s father, Gary Donovon. It’s a dream come true for Shaley, who has always longed for the father she never knew.

But minutes before the wedding, Shaley is kidnapped. Who is this man who has taken her—and why? As Rayne and Gary race against time to find their daughter, Shaley’s abductor eludes the FBI at every turn. Fearing for her life, Shaley wills herself to stay strong. But as the days pass, she realizes that no one can save her but herself.

Editorial Reviews

A Freudian would have a field day with the basic setup of the latest in the popular Rayne Tour series. On the very day of the sumptuous wedding celebration of Rayne O’Connor, rock star and mother of teen
Shaley, Shaley steals the show by getting kidnapped by a man determined to make her his bride.
Despite---or maybe because of---this sexual strangeness, this is a riveting read featuring a tense, protracted hostage situation that forces Shaley to outwit her captor. Fans of this book will be drawn back to the first two in the series. --- Connie Fletcher – Booklist
School Library Journal
Gr 8–10—The series concludes in this novel with the promise of a fairy-tale ending: Shaley's mom, a famous rock star, is preparing to marry her high school sweetheart, Gary Donovan, who is the teen's father. After many years apart, the couple was reunited. The wedding day dawns, and things run smoothly until Shaley is abducted by a stalker recently released from prison. The majority of the novel follows her attempts to escape. The narration switches between Shaley's account of the ordeal and a third-person account of the family's response. This format maintains suspense and creates quick pacing likely to entice reluctant readers. The writing is clunky at times, and the novel's religious themes sometimes feel heavy-handed. Students who appreciate a good thriller will likely forgive these flaws, though, and breeze through this page-turner.—Lindsay Cesari, Baldwinsville School District, NY

Product Details

Publication date:
Rayne Tour Series, #3
Product dimensions:
5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range:
13 - 16 Years

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Final Touch



Copyright © 2010 Brandilyn Collins
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-310-71933-5

Chapter One

I've been dreaming of this day my whole life!"

My mom and my long-lost father were finally marrying. For the first time, we'd be a family-a real family, living under the same roof. From now on I could come home from high school to a mom and a dad. How I'd begged God for this. How I'd yearned for it, ever since I was little and wondered where my father was. Who he was. Now I wanted to shout and sing and dance.

And I would, except, as maid of honor, I was dressed to the nines in beautiful coral silk, and I didn't dare get sweaty.

Instead I gently cupped my hands around Mom's cheeks. We smiled at each other. Then my throat started to tighten. Uh-oh. My mouth wavered, and so did Mom's. Tears filled our eyes.

"Oh, no!" I pulled back and waved my hands in the air. "No, no, no, I do not want to cry!"

We both were fully made up, as were the other bridesmaids in the room, Brittany and Kim. The wedding would start in forty-five minutes. This was not the time to mess up our mascara.

"Here, Shaley." My best friend, Brittany, thrust a tissue into my hand, then gave one to my mom. That's Brittany-always ready. "Blot. Carefully."

Mom and I smiled lopsidedly at each other as we pressed the tissues to the corners of our eyes.

I've seen my mom glamoured up for countless concerts and interviews. But I've never seen her so beautiful. Mom's designer wedding gown fit tightly at her slim waist, with beading all over, even on the long, satiny train. Coral-colored pearls rimmed the edges. Mom's blonde hair swept upward, a flower-topped veil hanging all the way to the floor as a gossamer layer over the train. She looked stunning. And not just because her makeup and hair were perfect. Because she was so happy on the inside. Gary Donovon, the high-school sweetheart who'd been wrenched from her life eighteen years ago, would become her husband today.

"Looks good." Kim, keyboard player for Mom's rock band-named Rayne after Mom-smiled as she took the tissue from my mother's hand and threw it away. "No more tears now."

Mom shook her head, her face lit with joy. "No more tears."

"What time is it?" Kim checked the clock in the huge bedroom, and my eyes followed. Three twenty. Forty minutes seemed like forever to wait.

We were in an incredible castlelike house and property covering eleven lush acres outside Santa Barbara, California. It was a second home belonging to movie producer Ed Schering, a friend of Mom's. The ceremony would take place in the house's seventy-foot-long great room. The reception would spill out to the gardens.

Ed had offered the estate as a secure, gated place for the wedding. No media could get near the place-unless they tried by helicopter. Which I wouldn't put past them, once they sniffed us out. The media had dubbed Mom and Dad's upcoming ceremony the "wedding of the century," but so far the date had remained secret from the public.

"Dad's ring had better come." I sidled to a window overlooking the rear gardens of the estate and nudged back a curtain. The person delivering the ring was supposed to swing around the driveway to the kitchen's back door, where I'd meet him. That ring was my responsibility. During the ceremony I'd carry it until giving it to Mom to put on Dad's finger.

Mom sighed-a quick breath of nervousness and excitement. "I don't want to go through a honeymoon without a wedding ring on my husband's finger." She faced herself in a full-length mirror and patted her already-perfect hair.

I moved to my cell phone, sitting on a dresser. "Maybe I should call the store."

Dad's custom wedding ring had been made too small-a surprising mistake for such well-known jewelers. We'd only discovered the mistake yesterday, when both wedding rings were delivered to our house in Southern California and Dad's didn't fit. We were just about to leave for the rehearsal at the estate, and the only thing we could do was contact a jewelry store in Santa Barbara this morning for a last-minute sizing. Wendell, one of Mom's bodyguards, had taken the ring to the store. The owners promised to resize it and send it back with a driver before the ceremony.

Which was now in thirty-five minutes.

Just as I picked up my cell phone, it rang. I checked the ID. Gary Donovon.

I pressed the button to answer. "Hey, Dad."

Seeing my dad's name felt good. For years he'd gone by a legal alias to protect himself and my mom. Since coming to Southern California, my father had taken back his original name. My mom liked that-it was the name she'd always known him by.

"Hi. How're all my girls over there?"

"Over there" meant on this side of the two-story great room. The men's dressing area was in a bedroom on the other side. Twin curving marble staircases rose to this second level, with a balcony and gilded railing running all the way around, providing a downward view into the magnificent great room. For the ceremony the men would go down the set of stairs on their side and line up below. We women would use the staircase on our side.

"We're fine. Mom's getting nervous. And we're still waiting for your ring."

"No sweat, we've still got plenty of time."

That sounded like my dad-laid-back, hard to rattle.

"Hear the noise out there, Shaley? I've peeked out. People are gathering, wanting a show."

Friends had come from all over, and I knew there would be quite a few recognizable faces from the music industry. All had been asked not to tell anyone where the wedding was taking place.

I smiled. "Rayne never fails to give 'em a show."

"Don't I know it."

"The guys all ready?" Morrey, the drummer for Rayne, and Rich, the bass player, were Dad's two attendants. Morrey, Kim's boyfriend, was best man. Ross, Rayne's manager, was also in their room, as well as Stan, Rayne's lead guitarist. Ross and Stan would meet Mom at the bottom of the stairs, one on either side, and give her away.

"We're ready and bored," Dad said. "Let's just start now, get this thing over with."

"Dad!" I pulled the cell from my ear and gave Mom a look. "He says he wants to get this thing over with."

Mom cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. Brittany shot me an oh, good grief look.

"Hey." Dad's voice filtered through the phone. "I didn't mean it like that!"

I laughed. "Then you're just going to have to wait."

"Okay, okay. But I'm tired of pacing around. I'm about to call Wendell to bring up a deck of cards."

"Believe me, once you see Mom come down those stairs, it'll be worth the wait."

He made a sound in his throat. "I bet she's gorgeous."

"Double gorgeous. You're gonna fall over just seeing her."

"You're killing me! That's it, no more waiting. Let's do this thing now."

I rolled my eyes at Mom. "I'm hanging up on you, Dad."

My finger punched the end button. I set my cell phone back on the dresser.

"Hey, Shaley." Brittany pointed to the flowers in her hair. "You still have to put yours on."

"Oh, I forgot." I hurried to the table we'd set up along the wall. All of our bouquets lay upon it, resplendent in shades of coral and white. My hair accessory lay beside them. Each bridesmaid's hair piece was made of three rosebuds, one coral to match our dresses, and two white-a special symbol between Mom and Dad of their love.

"Want some help?" Brittany asked.

"No, I've got it."

As I fiddled with attaching the flowers to the right side of my swept-up hair, I could see Kim and Brittany in the mirror's reflection. "Might as well save our feet," Kim said. She and Brittany sat down on the oversized bed. "You want to sit, Rayne?"

Mom spread her hands. "In all this?"

"We'll help you. Take that big armchair."

Kim and Brittany moved to help Mom back up to the chair. They lifted her veil, lowering her slowly down to sit on the train without wrinkling it. The veil they draped over the back of the chair. Satisfied, they sank back down on the bed.

There. The flowers felt secure in my long brown hair. The beautiful rosebuds were the final touch. I surveyed myself in the mirror. My eyes, blue like Mom's, were clear now, and the makeup hadn't smeared. The dress, hitting just above my tanned knees and with a bow in back, fit great. I still had to put my matching coral heels on, but I'd do that last minute.

Nothing more for me to do. But I couldn't sit. Like my dad, I could only pace and check the clock.

Twenty-five minutes.

Excitement pinged around inside me. And worry. Where was that ring?

My cell phone went off. I snatched it up and checked the ID. Frowned. "Who's this?" I read off the number.

"That's local," Mom said. "Maybe it's the ring."

I answered the call. "Hi, this is Shaley."

"This is Luke Walsh, security guard down at the gate. We just let Pogh Jewelers' van through with the ring. The guard up at the house will wave him around to the back."

"Oh, thanks!" I tossed my phone onto the bed and turned to Mom. "The ring's here!"

Relief showed on her face.

"Want me to go?" Brittany slid off the bed.

"No, it's okay. I'm getting that ring and then not letting it out of my sight." Still barefoot, I headed for the bedroom door. "Back in a flash."

Once in the hall I veered left, toward a back staircase that led down to a maid's quarters and the huge kitchen. I wound my way through the kitchen and the busy catering crew preparing for the reception. "You lost?" a woman asked me.

"Nope." I smiled. "Just picking up something."

Off the kitchen sat a pantry and a short hall leading to a back door, through which all party supplies were unloaded. Apparently Ed Schering threw a lot of parties.

I stepped outside to a sunny afternoon, the driveway pavement warm beneath my feet. At that moment a white van with Pogh Jewelers on the side appeared around the corner. It stopped about twenty feet away from me. At first I waited, thinking the driver would come a little closer. But when he opened the door, engine running, I went out to meet him.

"Hi. Thanks for coming." I half squinted at him, the sun in my eyes.

"No problem." The driver wore a baseball cap pulled low over his forehead. He dipped his chin in a nod but never raised his eyes to mine. I caught the merest glimpse of his face as he strode past me toward the rear of the van. "I got it back here."

A little ring box stuck in that big back area? Odd, but whatever. I just wanted to get it and go back inside. "Okay."

I followed him behind the van and stood back as he opened the double-wide doors. He glanced to the right, then left. I caught a quick look at his profile. He was ... maybe in his fifties? Low-hanging jowls and pudgy. His eyes were small, his lips full. Something about him looked familiar.

Have I seen this guy before?

Quickly, he leaned into the van and picked up something. Swung around.

He jumped toward me and hooked an arm around my neck.


His arm tightened.

I struggled. Opened my mouth to scream.

A large cloth smashed against my nose and lips. "You're mine now, Shaley." His words spit like fire.

No. No! I gasped in moist air and choked. Tried to hold my breath. My feet kicked, my arms swung.

The world wavered and dimmed.

Terror shot through me. My eyes opened wide. I fought with all my might. The man pressed the cloth harder against my face.

In a flash I saw the back of the van-empty. No ring box.

My muscles turned to water. I sank against the man's chest like an unstrung puppet.

Then blackness.


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Final Touch (Rayne Tour Series #3) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 26 reviews.
ChristysBookBlog More than 1 year ago
Final Touch by Brandilyn & Amberly Collins is the final book in the Rayne Tour series. Shaley O'Conner is on the brink of having all her dreams come true. Her parents are finally going to be married after years of forced separation. Moments before the wedding, Shaley is kidnapped by a strange man insisting that she will become his wife and form a new colony of Christians in a remote area, far away from the terribly influence of rock music, like what her mother Rayne, sings. Her parents are forced to play a waiting game, following the advice of the FBI and making television appearances in hopes of someone finding their daughter, while Shaley travels from state to state with a madman who thinks he is doing the will of God. Shaley is a bright, strong heroine in the previous books, and she only gets better here. Her attempts to leave behind evidence to leave a trail for her rescuers to follow as well as working to earn her kidnapper's trust makes for incredible tension. Rayne and the rest of the crew from the previous novels are mostly bystanders, as this novel is all about Shaley trusting in God to carry her through. I didn't feel it was as strong as the first two in the series, but it's a quick read with plenty of suspense and faith.
Janna6 More than 1 year ago
My daughter and I have been waiting for this book! Third in a YA suspense series, we couldn't wait to see where this book was going to take us. My daughter snatched it up as soon as I opened it and I had to wait my turn... it was worth it! This book starts about a year after the last one ended and there is going to be a wedding, except there is a kidnapping instead and then a cross country chase and close calls and excitement and I read it in one sitting! So good! This whole series is just a great intro into the thrilling world of suspense for YA. I highly recommend all three of them.
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CaraPutman More than 1 year ago
Though I'm not a YA reader normally, I love Brandilyn Collin's adult suspense and gave this series a go. Final Touch is a great conclusion to this series. It's the kind of book that has the tension you would expect in suspense, but at a level that works for younger readers. Yet, once I picked up Final Touch, I literally couldn't put it down until I reached the end. It brings the other two books full circle, but can be read on it's own. The authors sprinkled in just enough about earlier books to have it all make sense. This book is perfect for high schoolers or advanced middle school kids. But don't deny yourself the pleasure of reading it either. Two thumbs up.
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Novel_Teen_Book_Reviews More than 1 year ago
Review by Jill Williamson It's wedding day for Rayne O'Connor and Shaley's father, Gary Donovon. Shaley couldn't be happier. She has longed for this day all her life. But minutes before the ceremony begins, Shaley is kidnapped! She tries to do all she can to leave a trail, in hopes that the police will find her, but Shaley's kidnapper is always one step ahead. Will Shaley's life as she knows it end forever? Just when we thought it was happily ever after for the O'Connor family! Here is every mother's nightmare in book form! Shaley is taken by a man who intends to keep her! This whole thing reminded me of the Elizabeth Smart story. I was terrified for Shaley and thrilled with how wise she was about trying to leave a trail of evidence. This book plugs right along and you won't be able to put it down until the end! Well done, Brandilyn and Amberly! Highly recommended.