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Being with Ailee would be like a fairytale.

Too bad I'm no fucking prince.

One of my favorite stories I've ever written is finally live in the Amazon store! Be with Me is a reverse age-gap, angsty, dark romance that all started when I went down a YouTube rabbit hole one day. I'm not sure exactly how I got onto these videos, but they were fascinating to me, and within hours the hero of our story, Tyler, was coming to life inside my head.

I really hope you give this one a chance, you guys. But it's an emotional one, so hang on tight!

Be With Me is available for purchase on Amazon for $6.99 or read for FREE in KU!

Love,

Angel

I'm not her knight in shining armor. I'm her downfall. She just doesn't know it yet.

When I'm not in school, I make extra cash working as a model.

My favorite photographer to work with?

Ailee Walsh.

And not just because she's so sexy she should be in the shots with me.

Although that reason is definitely up there.

With her dark hair and white skin, Ailee reminds me of a princess.

The woman makes my head swim and my stomach tangle up in ropes.

Not to mention what she does to other parts of me…

The last time I saw her, she was married. So I did my job and left.

However, I never stopped thinking about her. Not once.

Now, a year later, the ring on her finger is gone.

There's nothing stopping me from going after what I want.

Not even the destructive road my life is on…

Being with Ailee would be like a fairytale.

Too bad I'm no fucking prince.

Tyler and Ailee's story was one of those books that was a complete passion project that came about one afternoon when I went down a rabbit hole on YouTube when I was supposed to writing. I actually wrote this a few years ago and released it under my paranormal romance pen name. A few of my die hard readers picked it up and loved it, but for the most part it wasn't being seen by the right audience, so I decided to re-release it under my Contemporary pen name with the sincere hope that this time, Tyler and Ailee will get they love they deserve.

Tyler is one of my favorite characters I've ever written. And there's a lot of me in Ailee, which makes her very close to my heart. I hope you'll give these two a chance, and please let me know what you think!

Be With Me is available for PreOrder now, and is releasing on August 18, 2022!

So you may have noticed that His Game, book 1 of the His Obsession trilogy, did not go live in January as planned. I tried, I really did, but some things came up that postponed the release until April 14, 2022.

The book is done and has been for a while. As a matter of fact, His Stakes, book 2 of the trilogy is also finished and just waiting on my editor, and I'm working on book 3. So why isn't it out yet? I have three very good reasons...

Because this trilogy is my debut for my dark romance pen name, I want it to be as perfect as I can make it, and that took me a little more time and a few more beta readers than I had originally planned for His Game. And that leads me into reason number two. I found an awesome new editor who specializes in this genre, and to be able to book her, I had to push the dates back to when she was available. I hired a PR company to help me do all the things to prepare for this release, which saved me a lot of time. Time that I could use to write. However, in order for them to earn their money, they need to have time to prepare for the release, which meant I had to push the dates back.

And because I want to release all three books within a few weeks of each other, because...you know...cliffhangers, I pushed back the release dates. So, the new release dates are:

His Game (His Obsession Trilogy Book 1): April 14, 2022

His Stakes (His Obsession Trilogy Book 2): May 5, 2022

His Win (His Obsession Trilogy Book 3): May 26, 2022

It's killing me to wait this long. I'm so nervous and excited to hear what you guys think, but April will be here before we know it! And to everyone who's already preordered, thank you so much for your patience!

Love,

Angel

Book 1 of my new dark mafia trilogy is finished and ready to publish! However, this book ends on a major cliffhanger, and I wouldn't be so mean to put it out there now and then make you wait for weeks or months until I finish book 2. So, I'm holding onto it until I get the complete trilogy written, and then I'll release them all within a few weeks.

But if you'd like a sneak peak, check out this excerpt from chapter two of His Game...

Copyright © 2021 by Angel Rayne

I turned from the wall of glass that made up the back of my home and watched as Enzo--one of the only two people I trusted most in the world--carried in Mario’s new fiancée and laid her carefully on my black leather couch. Anyone who saw how gently he handled her would think he actually had a heart beating in that chest, but I knew better.

I finished the whiskey in my hand and set the glass down on the small coffee table in the center of the group of chairs that made up the sitting area, ignoring the twinge of disloyalty in my chest. "Did anyone see you?" I asked him.

Enzo took off his sunglasses--his way of showing respect--and shook his head. "Nah. We're good."

"Are you absolutely sure about that? Not even our own guards outside? Or Mario's? No one can know she's here just yet."

He gave me a sharp nod. "I made sure of it."

"And Tristan..."

"Took the car to get cleaned."

I grunted my approval. When Mario figured out she was gone, he would stop at nothing to find her. Not because he loved her, but because he hated having anything he considered his taken from him. We were much alike in that way. And I had no doubt he'd eventually figure out exactly where his precious bride-to-be had gone, but not until I wanted him to. Not until I was ready. Not until Nicole Calbert was loyal to me.

And only me.

I pulled my cell phone out of my inside jacket pocket and called my father, the only other person who knew about my plan as we didn’t want this to get out to the rest of the family just yet. He answered on the second ring. "I've got her," I told him before he could say anything.

"Any witnesses?"

"No."

"Good." He hung up.

I slid my phone back into my pocket and picked up my whiskey glass, raising it halfway to my lips before I remembered it was empty and set it back on the counter, the underlying tone in my father's voice ringing in my ears. Running my finger along the rim of my glass, I was careful not to show my emotions to Enzo, although he knew me well enough that hiding anything from him was near impossible.

My father expected me to fuck this up. And after what had happened the last time I'd dealt with Mario, I didn't blame him. But what he didn't know was that I'd been planning this revenge for years. Fucking years. Watching. Waiting. Biding my time and planning every single tiny detail.

I would not fail my father again.

My jaw began to ache and I rolled my head on my neck to ease the tension, then turned back to the woman on the couch. My eyes traveled down her body, exposed as it was by how little she was wearing, the jean shorts and grungy T-shirt looking like she'd pulled them out of a donation bin. She was just as I remembered from the last time I'd seen her, only five days before, small compared to myself and Enzo, tan, curvy...all legs, hips, and tits. A body that deserved to be wrapped in the finest silks and cashmere, not cheap, threadbare cotton.

Her hand twitched, and a muffled moan come from beneath the hood obscuring her face. Curious if she was really as stunning as the recollection of her that had haunted me this last week, I walked over and grabbed a handful of the material and yanked it from her head, thinking I had to be wrong. Women with bodies like that rarely had a face that matched.

Long hair the color of pale wheat tumbled about her face in static-y waves, sticking to her forehead and cheeks, and all I could really see were her pink stained lips stretched wide around the gag. Blood rushed to my groin as I imagined those lips wrapped around my cock. Reaching beneath my suit jacket, I pulled my favorite knife from its shoulder holster. But just as I got the tip near her face, her eyes fluttered open, shades of gray peeking between the strands of her hair. They focused on me, then the knife, and widened in horror. Before I knew what she was about, she knocked my arm away and rolled straight into me, landing on the floor at my feet.

I cursed beneath my breath as she hit my legs, making me stumble backwards and giving her just enough room to get her feet underneath her and stand up. Shoving her hair out of her face, she looked around with red, watering eyes, still disoriented from the ether, then yanked the gag from her mouth and spit out the cloth handkerchief.

Dammit. They should've tied her up. Enzo quickly moved between her and the door as I held both hands out in front of me. "No one's gonna hurt you, Nicole." The room was large, and she had a lot of room to get around him, but Enzo was faster on his feet than he appeared.

She blinked hard a few times as she tried to focus on me, her gray eyes still hazy. With her naturally light skin and pale hair, you'd think she'd be all washed out without a ton of makeup to make her features more interesting, but that wasn't the case with this one. She was a rare beauty. Young, petite, with just the right amount of curves to keep a man busy, and it was easy to see why Mario wanted her for his arm candy, and why he'd kept her identity secret from everyone.

Or so he'd thought.

I slid my knife back into the holster. "See? The knife is gone. I was only gonna use it to take the gag off. That's all." I kept my voice low and calm. I didn't care if she was scared. It wouldn't change my plans for her. But if she tried to run right now, I'd have to catch her and force her into submission, and although I would enjoy the fight, it wouldn't really get us off on the right foot.

Enzo took a step to the side and his shoe squeaked on the marble floor. She whipped around, her back stiffening when she saw him standing only a few feet behind her. My eyes dropped to her ass, barely covered by washed-out jean shorts, then down her classic Hollywood legs. I noticed she only had one sandal on, and my eyes went to Enzo.

"Her shoe is right outside the door," he answered my unspoken question. "It fell off when I was carrying her in. I'll get it as soon as we get this situation under control."

In the split second my attention was diverted, Nicole kicked off her other sandal and surprised me by running barefoot around the couch--and me--toward the French doors that led out to the back deck. She was quick, I had to give her that, but I was more so, and I easily intercepted her before she touched the handle. Ducking down, I threw my shoulder into her waist and used her own momentum to lift her up and over my shoulder.

She hadn't made a sound up until then, other than a small gasp of fear when she saw my knife coming at her. But now, after a moment of shock to find herself ass up, she let loose. "Let me go, you fuckin' prick!"

Enzo's lips twitched as I passed him, heading toward the stairs. "She doesn't look like an Italian girl," he mused. "But she sure as hell sounds like one."

The "she" in question landed a hard kick with the ball of her foot right above my knee and I hefted her higher on my shoulder then smacked her ass with my free hand, leaving it there when I felt the rounded fullness of her flesh. "Do that again, and you'll fucking regret it, Nicole."

With a screech, she doubled her efforts, kicking and punching and trying to lift herself off my shoulder. Gritting my teeth, I hung on tight to her smooth legs until I made it up the curved stairway, down the hall, and into my room, where I dumped her unceremoniously onto the black comforter of my king-sized bed. Before she could gather herself enough to jump up, I had her held down with the weight of my body and the sharp edge of my knife pressed against the side of her face. "Don't do it," I gritted out. I was fucking exhausted, and in no mood for this shit, which was one of the reasons I'd sent Enzo and Tristan to get her for me. The other reason was that I couldn't have my face anywhere near the scene of her kidnapping. However, that didn't mean I was going to let this bitch go psycho and wreck my lake house.

A bead of blood appeared where the tip of the knife dug into the skin right below her eye. I held her still with my forearm pressed against her chest as I licked it away from my knife, the steel of the blade cold on my tongue compared to her warm skin, the metallic taste of steel mixing with the hint of copper. "Or hell, maybe you should," I goaded. "Scars are sexy."

I'm so excited for you to read Luca and Veda's story!! (Yes, I realize he's calling her Nicole in the excerpt above. There's a reason for that. *wink) I hope you enjoyed this little sneak peek of His Game. Let me know what you think!

Talk to you soon!

Love,

Angel

Coming in January 2021- A new dark mafia trilogy by Angel Rayne

His Game

The Stakes

His Win

I've actually been publishing under a different pen name for quite a few years...

Hello! And welcome to my blog. I honestly don't know how often I'll be posting here as I prefer writing books over writing blog posts, but I'll try to drop in once in a while and answer questions and keep you updated on the books and that. So, first question!

“Are you a brand new writer?”

The answer to that would be no, but I am new to #darkromance and #mafiaromance. However, as I'm keeping this pen name on the down low for the time being, I can't tell you my other pen name or what I write under it. (I know...I know...) But, it IS romance, I'll tell you that much. And if you happen to read both genres and guess, all I ask is that you please keep it on the down low too. For now. I would greatly appreciate it!

“Want to get to know me better?”

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Happy Reading!

Love,

Angel