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The Dark Prince of Albany - Release date November 22nd 2020
Blurb
Please note to best understand Grayson's story you need to read books 1 & 2 in the Albany Nightingale Series.
THE DARK PRINCE OF ALBANY ~ BOOK 3 IN THE ALBANY NIGHTINGALE SERIES
You first met him in The Destruction of Rose, and now Albany Nightingale’s sexiest bad boy gets his own say. Events from the first two books changed Grayson, but the road to redemption isn’t always easy and as Grayson is about to find out—Neither is the road to love.
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Teasers
Extract 1
Grayson
I don’t register my surroundings or the
students of Albany staring as they walk past. All I see is her—her
too-sad eyes, her fire dying a little more each second, and I’d needed to do
something to fan the flames.
I’d kiss her for eternity if it were the
only way to breathe life back into her soul.
Because her light can’t die. The world
needs Sierra’s untamed spirit.
I need her untamed spirit.
She has wrapped her fire around my heart,
thawed it from its frozen sleep and without it, I’ll be right back at the
start.
A dark prince sitting on his lonely throne,
never truly understanding what it means to live.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Sierra whispers,
her gaze flickering to those around us.
“Why not?” I’ve never said the words, but I
know Sierra knows I feel them. I don’t care if the entire city knows she’s
mine. In fact, I’d rather they know; it will save me having to dig up dirt on
the hundreds of guys who will think they have a shot with her.
“Because everyone is staring,” she hisses
below her breath. “And I was hoping to get through my time here under the
radar.”
“Baby, you messed up that plan the second
you rolled through those gates on a skateboard looking like every guy’s secret
wet dream.”
She looks over my shoulder. “We should go.
Ashton and Rose are waiting for us.”
Shifting my stance, I slide my hand into
Sierra’s, pleased she doesn’t pull away, and greet my stepbrother’s cocky smile
with one of my own. Rose’s expression is harder to read though. It’s not
jealousy on her face… protectiveness maybe… concern.
What happened between us before she got
together with my brother has been left permanently in the past. There are no
more sexual ties between Rose and me, yet our time together bound us in a way
not many would understand.
Rose was the first person I lowered my
guard down with. I let her have a little of my heart. She’s my best friend, and
I know if I ever need her, she’ll be there.
But I’m beginning to worry she doesn’t see
my relationship with Sierra as a good thing. And while I trust Rose with many
things, she also has a tendency to take matters into her own hands.
She is queen of this school, after all, and
ruling those who’ve been brought up to see everyone else as beneath them isn’t
a job for the weak.
I flash her a smirk, get an eye roll in
return.
I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.
Sensing Sierra’s apprehension as we
approach our table, I give her hand a gentle squeeze. Looking up, she meets my
eyes, silently asking me not to let go, and as the others surround us, I lean
forward, kiss her cheek before whispering my reply in her ear, “I’ve got you,
baby, always.”
“So, Sierra, tell me, how did you manage to
do what no other girl has achieved before?” Rose’s friend, Camilla asks, much
to the delight of the other girls around her.
Narrowing my gaze at Camilla, a threat is
about to slip from my lips when Rose steps in—the ever-dutiful
queen keeping peace in her kingdom.
“Now, Now, Cam. Play nice. We all know I
was the one who house-trained the dark prince. Sierra’s just reaping the
benefits.”
“I’m not a freaking pet,” I grumble.
Sierra watches our exchange with quiet
confusion.
“Do you talk?” Porsha scoffs, her friendly
smile doing nothing to mask her words.
I cast Rose a pleading look for help. Her
mouth opens to answer when Sierra shocks us into silence.
“I was waiting for the conversation to
become worth my attention. And for the record, Grayson isn’t house-trained.
Let’s just say my tastes tend to veer on the side of bad not good.” Shifting
toward me, she turns my face to meet hers. “Cafeteria this way?” she asks,
pointing behind her.
I’m so shocked all I can do is nod
stupidly.
She kisses me, rough and possessive. “Good,
I’m starving.”
Watching as she saunters away, I swallow
loudly, sure I’m hallucinating. It’s one thing knowing your girl is no pushover
but seeing her in action is a whole different story. It’s captivating and one hell of a turn on,
but underneath that lives worry, because while Sierra put on a good show, I
know beneath all that spunk she’s slowly crumbling. Desperately holding onto
the fraying threads of her sanity.
Extract 2
Sierra
I’m not sure what it is about him that made
me pause. The way he’s dressed makes him stick out like a sore thumb, but it
wasn’t the expensive-looking suit or shiny shoes which drew me near. It was the
way he seemed totally unaware of his surroundings, how he was 100 percent
focused on the gate in front of him. The haunted shadows in his dark eyes were
obvious as I’d skated out behind a car leaving the cemetery. He didn’t notice
when I stopped or hopped off my board and stepped up onto the pavement. He was
aware of only the gate and the secret demons he was battling.
I have enough problems of my own to contend
with; I don’t need to take on a stranger’s troubles as well. Yet my mouth had
opened as I’d paused, gaining his attention, and when he smiles, all cunning
and mischief, I know in my gut the guy before me is bad to the bone. He’s the
type to charm his way into my pants and leave me pleasured and drunk on lust.
The kind I like the most.
He wants only one thing, and it has nothing
to do with my heart.
“Want to get lost, huh? I could maybe help
with that.” I eye him from head to toe. From his dark,
chocolate eyes, to his styled almost-black hair, he’s the devil pretending to
be an angel.
He eyes me with wicked intent, and
anticipation swirls through my blood as I envision the fun we are about to
have. Grayson Bishop has no idea what he’s getting himself into. He’s in my
playground now.
After all, I spend every minute of every
day waiting for my next hit of adrenaline. Waiting for that moment when I’m
airborne, a board beneath my feet, heart in my throat, or when the ocean is
roaring in my ears and I’m riding a wave lost in a land of blue. From sunset to
sundown I live for these moments, for when the realities of my crappy life seem
nothing but a speck on the horizon.
“Really?” He eyes my mouth and wets his
bottom lip. Heat pools in my stomach; I know exactly what he wants but first
I’m going to make him work for it. There’s nothing I love more than shaking the
foundations on which bad boys live.
Running a finger down his cheek, I ask
softly, “Do you know how to skate, city boy?” Leaning back, he eyes me
skeptically, before taking in the skateboard under my arm with a fearful gaze.
Laughing, I take his hand and tug him forward down the street. “Grayson, baby,
I’ve so much to show you. But first we need to get you out of that stuffy suit.”
About the Author
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 left the UK in 2008, she resides in a quiet town in New Zealand, with her 4 children.
Connect with Rachel here:
www.rachelmraithby.comHer books include best-selling YA Fantasy
New Dawn novels & Adult Paranormal Romance
The Deadwood Hunter series.
