Blogiversary Excerpt: The Resurrection of Us by Rachel M Raithby

by Rachel M Raithby

The Resurrection of Us: Albany Nightingale Duet (Book2)

Releasing March 27th 2020

Pre-order: Amazon

The crown is mine. Revenge was dealt. But at what cost?

I’ve destroyed those who have wronged me, but lost a piece of myself along the way.

The boy I love, hates me and I hate him. We’ve both done things that can’t be forgiven and as much as the connection between us burns, I’m not sure it’s enough to fix what we broke.

I’m a broken queen, in a tainted kingdom and maybe I got what I deserved…

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Making my way out, I’m passing the back of the bleachers, the exit up ahead when someone wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me off my feet. A scream leaves my throat, but it’s blocked by the hand over my mouth, and as I fight, a voice whispers in my ear, causing goose bumps to break out over my skin.

“It’s me, Rose.”

Going slack, Ashton carries me away from the crowd and under the darkness of the bleachers. The moment my feet hit the ground, he’s turning me around and pressing his lips to mine. I melt into him, pulling him closer as the desire that’s been building the entire football game rushes to the forefront of my mind. His mouth demands all I have to give as he roams my body, until his hands come to a stop under my short skirt, squeezing my arse. Ashton’s moan fills my mouth, vibrating through my body and tightening my nipples.

If he’d have stripped me bare and tried to have sex with me, I don’t think I would have stopped him. After all that’s happened between us—the betrayal and hate and disappointment—not once has any of those dark emotions quenched the fire between us. Our bodies were made for one another. They sing the same tune, and as he releases me and slides his hands to my waist, I find it difficult to breathe.

“Damn.” He huffs in a breath.

“What was that for?” I ask, panting as I struggle for control.

“You’ve watched me the entire game, Rose. I felt you on me like a fist around my dick.”

I gasp, need pooling between my legs.

“There might be shit between us and I haven’t fixed everything yet, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.” Bending, he kisses me—quick, hot and completely. Holding my face in his hands as he releases me, he says, “When you’re with him tonight, remember this is what it should feel like. Our hearts pounding, our bodies desperate for one another. This magic, Rose, this is what makes us us. This is what makes you mine.”

“And yet I’m not,” I reply softly, wishing beyond anything that I was. That I didn’t have to play this game, that I could trust him enough to quit my role and fall into his arms. But I don’t. He broke my trust. Broke me.

Cupping my cheek, Ashton smiles. “Not yet.”

And then he’s gone. A ghost blending into the shadows. The only evidence he was there the last pulse of pleasure coursing through my veins as a reminder that Ashton Cole will always own my heart.