'The Resurrection of Us' is the second book in the Albany Nightingale Duet series by Rachel M Raithby. It is Available Now! This is a Mature YA Bully Romance & it's free on Kindle Unlimited, so what are you waiting for go get your copy today! Keep reading for a excerpt & giveaway!!
Title: The Resurrection of Us
Series: Albany Nightingale Duet #2
Author: Rachel M Raithby
Genre: High School Bully Romance
Release Date: March 27, 2020
The crown is mine. Revenge was dealt. But at what cost? Actions have consequences, and mine have cost more than they should.
After destroying those who’ve wronged me, I’m left with a hollowness that is eating me alive. The boy I love hates me, and I hate him, even as the connection between us burns brighter than ever.
I’m on a road to self-destruction, being manipulated and twisted down a crooked path. When everything comes to a head, will those I’ve wronged save me or leave me to the fate I deserve?
***TRIGGER WARNING: this is a mature YA read and contains scenes that may disturb some people, it includes bullying/sex/bad language.
He smirks, something dark and hungry awakening behind his eyes. Filling the hole inside you with sex is only going to make it bigger, Rose.
His words flow into my brain and become lodged on repeat. He has no right to pass judgment on me. If I am filling a hole, it’s because he damn well put it there to begin with.
Have you ever thought that maybe I’m just horny? I give him a smirk of my own. You know, Ashton, it seems like you’ve been thinking about Gray and I fucking quite a bit. It’s a little unhealthy. I tilt my head. Don’t you think?
We stare, a silent argument surging between us until Ashton snatches out his hand and grips my jaw, his mouth crushing mine in the next breath. The kiss is harsh and demanding, and I don’t even attempt to fight it because it’s the most alive I’ve felt in days.
Releasing me, Ashton steps back, heaving, eyes hooded as he stares at my lips as if he wants more. The life he revived in me, sparks and burns forming into the only emotion I can feel that’s safe. Rage.
Why the hell did you do that?” I demand, shoving him in the chest. To remind you what it should feel like, he rasps, humming with the same violent energy I’m experiencing. It’s in the air between us, a bomb ready to ignite at any moment.
If we were smart, we’d run as fast and as far as we could. You’re so full of yourself, I growl. I felt it. I see it. Arrogant son of a bitch. He makes me want to grab the nearest heavy object and smash it over his head. You can’t deny how I make you feel. Sick.
Angry. Heartbroken. Those are the emotions you make me feel. And Grayson… he took that all away, if just for a moment. You don’t get to judge me. You don’t get to decide how I deal.
Ashton falters, his stance softening as his eyes widen. Rose Forget it, I snap, cutting him off. I don’t want his pity, his regret. I already know what you feel, and you have no right whatsoever to be jealous of me, with any man.
I loved you, Ash, and yeah, shit happened, but you walked away. You chose to give up on us, and now you’re going to have to live with it. Loved? he whispers.
Rose. Ashton. This is not a place for socializing, Miss Spice snaps, interrupting us. Stepping to the side, I look at Miss Spice, then back to Ashton who hasn’t seemed to notice our teacher’s presence at all.
Hurt is lining every feature of his face. Regret. Guilt. Desperation. But it’s all too little too late. I don’t have it in me to help him anymore.
I want him to hurt as much as me. Our eyes meet, sorrow stretching between us, but it’s not enough to silence my words. It’s hard to love someone when they tore out your heart.
Brushing past Miss Spice, I don’t care that my words were weapons thrown with the intent to maim. He had it coming, and if Ashton Cole isn’t careful, I’ll do more than break his heart.
I’ll take his status, his friends. I’ll take everything. And then maybe he might understand what he did to me. Until next time, happy reading.
His words flow into my brain and become lodged on repeat. He has no right to pass judgment on me. If I am filling a hole, it’s because he damn well put it there to begin with.
Have you ever thought that maybe I’m just horny? I give him a smirk of my own. You know, Ashton, it seems like you’ve been thinking about Gray and I fucking quite a bit. It’s a little unhealthy. I tilt my head. Don’t you think?
We stare, a silent argument surging between us until Ashton snatches out his hand and grips my jaw, his mouth crushing mine in the next breath. The kiss is harsh and demanding, and I don’t even attempt to fight it because it’s the most alive I’ve felt in days.
Releasing me, Ashton steps back, heaving, eyes hooded as he stares at my lips as if he wants more. The life he revived in me, sparks and burns forming into the only emotion I can feel that’s safe. Rage.
Why the hell did you do that?” I demand, shoving him in the chest. To remind you what it should feel like, he rasps, humming with the same violent energy I’m experiencing. It’s in the air between us, a bomb ready to ignite at any moment.
If we were smart, we’d run as fast and as far as we could. You’re so full of yourself, I growl. I felt it. I see it. Arrogant son of a bitch. He makes me want to grab the nearest heavy object and smash it over his head. You can’t deny how I make you feel. Sick.
Angry. Heartbroken. Those are the emotions you make me feel. And Grayson… he took that all away, if just for a moment. You don’t get to judge me. You don’t get to decide how I deal.
Ashton falters, his stance softening as his eyes widen. Rose Forget it, I snap, cutting him off. I don’t want his pity, his regret. I already know what you feel, and you have no right whatsoever to be jealous of me, with any man.
I loved you, Ash, and yeah, shit happened, but you walked away. You chose to give up on us, and now you’re going to have to live with it. Loved? he whispers.
Rose. Ashton. This is not a place for socializing, Miss Spice snaps, interrupting us. Stepping to the side, I look at Miss Spice, then back to Ashton who hasn’t seemed to notice our teacher’s presence at all.
Hurt is lining every feature of his face. Regret. Guilt. Desperation. But it’s all too little too late. I don’t have it in me to help him anymore.
I want him to hurt as much as me. Our eyes meet, sorrow stretching between us, but it’s not enough to silence my words. It’s hard to love someone when they tore out your heart.
Brushing past Miss Spice, I don’t care that my words were weapons thrown with the intent to maim. He had it coming, and if Ashton Cole isn’t careful, I’ll do more than break his heart.
I’ll take his status, his friends. I’ll take everything. And then maybe he might understand what he did to me. Until next time, happy reading.
©Rachel M Raithby 2020
I thoroughly enjoyed the twists and turns this story-line offered. It’s a fast paced story and very easy to read. ~ Saucy Reviews On Kinky Korner
a great series with compelling characters that get into your heart and head. ~ Katsindiebookblog
So. Many. Emotions... ~ Rina's Reads
damn I want to be the meat between an Ash and Gray sandwich! ~ Pretty_Book_Whore Narissa
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Rachel M. Raithby started her writing career in 2013 and hasn’t looked back. She draws her inspiration from the many places she has lived and traveled, as well as from her love of the paranormal and thriller movies.
She can often be found hiding out with a good book or writing more fast-paced and thrilling stories where love always conquers all. A Brit who has lived in many places, she now resides in a small town in New Zealand, with her dog, three cats and four children.
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