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With 2 days to go until the final installment of Rose’s story hits kindles, I’m dropping in to share an exclusive excerpt of this explosive, angst filled ending!

If you haven’t read book 1 The Destruction of Rose now is the time.

The Destruction of Rose (Book 1)

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The Resurrection of Us (Book 2)

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What people are saying so far…

The Destruction of Rose was absolutely one of the best starts to a new series I have read in such a long time! ~ Goodreads reviewer

I have never felt so many gut wrenching emotions in one book! ~ Goodreads reviewer

This book was nothing like I expected. It was 10 million times better! It’s bloody brilliant! I absolutely loved this book! This book is vicious and you love every second of everything that happens.

If you are looking for a high school bully romance, this is your book. It has everything plus some. ~ Crazy Book Lady

Wow. What an emotional roller coaster ride that was… Brilliantly told story that will leave you wanting more.~ Stayc’s Book Obsession

 

Read on for an excerpt of The Resurrection of Us…

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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,

Rach XO

New Year. New Goals. New Genre. It seems a fitting start to 2020.

We’re halfway through January and I have my first release out of the year to share with you today. The Destruction of Rose is a step away from fantasy for me, but the men are still, sexy and the woman are still fierce… and maybe a little wicked in this one

The Destruction of Rose: A High School Bully Romance
Albany Nightingale Duet
Book 1
Release Date – 11th January 2020

Hey guys, I’m so excited for you to see the cover for my next release! It was so much fun exploring this genre and I really hope you like this bully romance as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Please let me know what you think to in the comments below and be sure to read the prologue further down and one click your copy,

Happy reading

Rach xo

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Blurb

If I’d known then what I know now, I’d never have tried to reclaim my crown.

After fleeing London and the scandal that tore my family apart, I’m left broken, confused, and mourning a life I never realized was so fragile. I’m used to being on top. I’m used to being admired, and now I’m desperate for a way back in.

I think I’ve found it when I see Aston Cole—my first crush, my first kiss—at my new school. But Ash isn’t who he used to be. He’s the king. And me… well, I’m not going down without a fight—even with the lies and secrets filling the school halls around us.

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The Destruction of Rose was absolutely one of the best starts to a new series I have read in such a long time! It captures what teenagers are dealing with in this day and age to another level. Do you remember high school? Bullying, popularity contests, lying to reach the top… Well Rose’s experience are on a whole other level. Do your self a favor and pick up Book 1, you will not be disappointed!

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Prologue

I had my first kiss at age thirteen. It was during the one and only summer I spent with my grandparents in Manhattan, on the Upper East Side… a summer I remember anyway. When I was four, my parents left New York to fly across the pond and set up home in London. My memories before London are hazy, flickers of a story I can’t remember living.

On the summer of my thirteenth year, my parents went on a luxury cruise and I was put on a plane and sent to the grandparents I barely knew. Sure, they sent birthday cards and a ridiculous amount of money for my birthday and Christmas each year, but I didn’t know them. I can recall maybe two phone conversations with them over my entire childhood.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I arrived, but it certainly wasn’t being put in my own suite at one of the hotels my grandparents owned and more or less being left to fend for myself. With room service on tap and my own personal slave, I wasn’t going to starve, and the first few days of ordering her around and having her organize trips and drivers and whatever else my immature thirteen-year-old brain could think up was fun. But then it wasn’t, and I was left with over three weeks of nothing but mindless boredom.

It was on the third day into my boredom, when I was contemplating attempting to book myself a flight home to my friends, that I met him—Ashton Cole. My first real crush and the boy I’d have my first kiss with. You know, the real kind, with tongue and these feelings that rush through your body and make you want to do irresponsible, crazy things. I bumped into him, while trying to read a street sign and got knocked on my arse. He took pity on the poor British tourist and offered to show me around and from then on, we were inseparable.

Three weeks were spent with Ash. We hung at his apartment in Brooklyn and he came to my hotel room where we’d order huge amounts of food and stuff ourselves silly. I spent days beside him in Central Park watching clouds pass by while talking about all kinds of things. We played video games and visited New York’s tourist spots, and then on my last week, he rolled over and leant on his elbow above me as I lay on the grass. I remember my heart kicking up speed as his cinnamon-dusted eyes gazed down at me. He didn’t say a word, but I knew what he wanted. It was written right there on his face for me to see. The kiss was sweet and perfect and something I’ve never really forgotten. Of course, the kisses got better over time, less messy and unskilled. But the flutter in my chest, the catch of our breaths, nothing ever really compared after Ash.

Aston Cole ruined me for all the other boys to come, and in my head, I pictured him ruined too. But I should have known better than to think there was a boy in New York comparing me to others over the years. I should have told my stupid heart to shut up as his emails became less and less frequent, until there was none. But as I grew older, I convinced myself he didn’t matter. I became wrapped up in boys and social status. I became a person Ash wouldn’t recognize.

I became the queen of St. Paul’s Grammar.

Becoming the queen took hard work and a lot of scheming. Staying the queen was even harder. My pursuit of a kiss was more for status than the flutter of my heart, and I’d convinced myself it was all that mattered. I was on top. I had a privileged, blessed life unfolding before me. I thought I was invincible. I thought my reign was set in stone. I never realized how fragile it all was until I fell from grace.

When my world tore apart, I recalled my summer with my grandparents. Longing for its simplicity. But it wasn’t until I set eyes on Ash again, I realized he’d never left my mind at all. I’d buried him, but not erased him. And for just a second as I walked on feet that seemed to float, with a heart that fluttered again, I thought life could turn around as fast as it had burned.

But it turned out Ashton Cole had changed too. Only he still wore his crown, while mine… it’s twisted and bent. Never to be worn again…

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Wolf Clash by Rachel M. Raithby

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

READ Chapter 1 BELOW!

Mia was in a foul mood. Pete had groped her ass one too many times during training, and it had driven her to the point of breaking. His possessiveness was sign she’d slept with him one too many times. Mia could say the words “this is casual. I’m not looking for a relationship” a million times, and it would never get through. Well, not to the smaller, dumber “second” male brain anyway. She’d give Pete one last chance. Then she’d have no choice but to beat his ass and put him back in his place. A good beating was sure to hurt a man’s pride, and taking away his pride was like castrating him.
It did the trick every time.
But none of that helped improve her mood for her night shift. And to make matters worse, she’d been paired for patrol with none other than Dark Shadow’s renowned playboy.
“In a great mood as always, I see,” Logan said in greeting.
Mia snarled. As the sound left her throat, she realized it was a little too aggressive and a lot unfair.
Logan’s wolf flashed into his eyes, glowing copper peering out, but he also took a step back and lifted his hands, palms out. “Whoa, Mia. It was a joke.”
His response surprised her; Logan was a dominant wolf, and they rarely backed down from uncalled for aggression. “Sorry.”
He raised his eyes as they shifted to their browner human color. “Who’s pissed you off?”
“Just men thinking I’m nothing but a pretty thing to look at.”
Logan smiled. “You’re certainly pretty to look at.”
Mia growled softly in warning, causing Logan’s grin to widen.
“But! That’s not all you are.”
Mia huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. “Not falling for your charm, Logan.”
“Sure? Not melting a little?” He winked.
Mia glared. Damn it. I wanna smile.
“Want to fight away your bad mood?”
Now he’s talking. Mia’s wolf pushed forward, filling her eyes. “Sure, if you want to take on a pissed-off wolf?” she warned, daring him with her gaze.
“Oh, darling.” Logan smirked. “You’re forgetting I’m the more senior here.”
He was right; he was the more senior in rank, but that didn’t mean he was more dominant. Not that she planned on informing him. There was no need to hurt his feelings by pointing out she was top dog. Or top wolf in this case.
Instead, Mia smiled seductively and blew Logan a kiss. “Don’t hold back on me, babe.” She lifted a hand and crooked a finger.
“Not a chance,” he whispered, darting forward, fists clenched, arms ready.
Mia met him halfway, dodged his first hit, deflected his second. Her blood was singing, adrenaline washing away all traces of her previous frustration and anger. As promised, Logan wasn’t holding back. He moved with a grace she hadn’t expected, a lethal beauty that was kind of turning her on.
His foot kicked out, connecting with her middle. He pulled back at the last second—their objective to connect not hurt. But still, the force was enough to have her breath rushing out of her and sliding back a step.
Mia shook her head and laughed. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that one.”
“Do your worst, chick.”
She ignored the sexist term he’d used, deciding it didn’t matter when he was looking at her as an equal and not a piece of skirt. Avoiding his next attack, Mia twisted. Using her smaller frame to her advantage, she got close enough to lay hands on him and brought Logan to the ground.
Her knee met his stomach, as she pinned his shoulders. He struggled once, twice, before managing to flip her. His triumphant expression should have infuriated Mia, but it only made the game sweeter.
“Your move,” he said breathlessly.
There was no way she’d get him off her without playing dirty. Logan was heavier and taller, and she didn’t have the strength to move him. Relaxing just a fraction, Mia allowed her gaze to turn alluring, her lips to lift just a little. Wriggling her hand free, she brought it up and beckoned him toward her mouth.
Lust filled his gaze, but Logan wasn’t so easily fooled. “Not falling for it,” he mused.
Mia licked her lips and held his gaze.
The smile on his face faltered, his eyes focusing on her mouth, and Mia knew she’d won. His head dipped, his mouth brushing hers as she brought her knee up into his gut, pushing him off.
Logan growled, rolling away and jumping to his feet. “Not fair,” he said breathlessly.
Mia too was breathing heavily, and it had nothing to do with the exertion of fighting. The slight brush of his lips had been enough to flood her system with desire.
Maybe there’s more than one way to work off my frustration?
Stalking toward Logan, Mia took him in. She’d noticed him of course; you couldn’t meet him without appreciating his pure male beauty, but that didn’t mean she’d actually thought about sleeping with him. He was part of the Dark Shadow pack after all, but she figured one night wasn’t going to jeopardize the alliance. She was just blowing off a bit of steam with some good old-fashioned adult fun. No harm, no foul.
“I’m not falling for it again, Mia, so you can wipe that ‘get me naked’ look off your face.”
Mia smiled, prowling toward him with intent. He stood his ground and deflected her next few hits. They were panting and sweaty when Mia once again was tumbling Logan to the ground. This time though, the only emotion swirling through her blood was one of need, desire. Logan was hot, single, and she was a grown woman with a healthy appetite for sex; her night shift was looking up.
“Mia?” Logan whispered, confusion and hunger filling his face.
“There’s more than one way to work off a bad day,” she answered, claiming his lips.

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Hey, it’s been a while! And I’m super excited to show you the brand new cover for the next New Dawn novel, Wolf Clash

It’s also on SALE for 99c while on pre-order only so be sure to grab this deal quickly! Mia and Logan’s story is a hot, crazy ride and I’m really excited for readers to have it in their hands.

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Until next time, happy reading XO

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It’s here! Lost Wolf is set for release on March 16th and is the 4th book in the New Dawn world.

I think the cover really fits the title and Tyler and Regan’s story, and I’m so excited for it to be in my readers hands.

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Tell me what you think in the comments below!

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Thanks for stopping by and as always, happy reading. XO

I’ve just completed an epic weekend writing mathron and wrote ‘the end’ on New Dawn book 4

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It feels so good to be engrossed in my work and having words flowing from my fingers like magic.

This is my first blog post of 2019 and I never really did a reflection on 2018 online but I most certainly did in my head.

The end of 2018 was busy, with massive stress and then ultimate highs. I went into the New year marveling at how far my children and I had come. Not just physically(moving across the world) but mentally also.

I’m in such a better place all around and this reflects on my craft, giving me the time and metal capacity to write.

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My author goals for this year are to write 4 books and publish 3 (1 down 3 to go

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The bestselling saga continues!

Title: Surrender

Series: The Deadwood Hunter #4

Genre: Paranormal romance

Hey guys, well here I am, release day! The first novel I have written since my life went to hell and changed irreconcilably. Honestly there were many months I thought I would never write again. Surrender means more to me than just another release. It was the start of my recovery, the moment I found a little bit of me again. Alice in a way is as lost as I felt, and there are parts of this book that were pulled right from my soul.

I hope you love being back in this world as much as I did.

Happy reading folks, it’s good to be back!

Until next time XO

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Blurb

Cured and returning to her own life, Alice remains damaged. Two years later, and in her mind, she’s still there—caught in a war she had no place in. When her worst fear turns into reality, instead of seeking help, Alice heads down the road to self-destruction, running from all she’s known and loved.

As soon as lion shifter Jared meets Alice, he’s compelled to help her. What he doesn’t realize is that he’s as lost as she is. Their chance meeting leads them to a path of danger, love, and self-discovery.

Blood will be spilled, friendships reborn, and buried emotions will be unearthed.

Read this next installment of the Deadwood Hunter series and find out if life really can go on after war.

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Excerpt

She didn’t belong. Not truly. And as more pack members gathered, it became even more apparent. While she’d been away drinking herself to death and running from herself, her friends had become part of a family. Marcus, Miles, Belinda, and Mellissa weren’t just hunters; they were pack, and Alice realized she could have been too, if she’d have not been so stubborn.

Urgh, enough of the self-pity, Alice! Sometimes she wanted to slap herself. I didn’t want this anyway. Yet as she watched the room, she wondered if she’d ever had any idea what she’d wanted. Sure, at one point in her life—before Lincoln had ever come along—she’d pictured her and Lexia at college, living by the beach, partying, ogling boys, and enjoying everything else that came with being young, carefree, and stupid. But life changed. It changed so fundamentally that Alice had never caught up. She’d tried going back. Tried running away. Maybe it was time for her to accept that shifters were real, the government was corrupt, and life wasn’t at all what she thought it was.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually wanted something that wasn’t some form of a quick fix or escape, yet standing in Lexia and Lincoln’s home, listening to the people Lexia called family formulate a plan, she did. She wanted to belong, to fit somewhere, to just be herself, ugly parts and all. Alice made a decision. She was done with running. It was time to face reality, even if that meant accepting there was a darkness inside of her, one that had maybe always been there, even before she’d ever heard the word hunter.

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The sun warms my face, the smell of jasmine fills my lungs, and I watch my children play. There’s a tightness in my chest, a churning in my belly. I’m light and heavy all at the same time, and as I breath in a deep, shaky breath, I know. I know this feeling. It comes to me more and more as time passes. Happiness.

For a split second in time I don’t fear the monster in my dreams, the man I ran from. In those moments I’m free. It’s bliss. It’s what I live for. And with each moment my battered soul heals. With every smile, with every innocent squeal of laughter I grow stronger.

I know there’s a fight on the horizon. Most likely the most important of my life, but as the light returns to my children’s eyes I swallow my terror, and soak up these moments knowing I was right. Knowing there is no hill too high to climb, if it means freedom. If it means their happiness.

I’ll push through fear. I’ll battle every hurdle. For freedom, for happiness, there is no other choice.

Until next time xo

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Well here’s the cover reveal for Surrender (Deadwood Hunter series Book 4) Only a bit late lol

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The last few weeks have been a bit full on, with writing the last third of the book in a couple of weeks. Then snapping my wrist in 2 and cutting the blood off to my fingers… Those presious things I need to type! Then to top it off my daughter decided to hurt her foot on the trampoline and she’s now out of action. So yeah full on