Thorne: Rose’s Dark Awakening
Author: R.B. O’Brien
Title: Thorne Rose’s Dark Awakening
Series: Thorne Book 3
Genre: Erotica Romance Suspense
Release Date: June 17, 2017
Cover Design: Lilah E. Noir
Purchase Link: mybook.to/ThorneAwakening
“In the small hours
we are unadorned
no more veiled intuition
we know who we truly are.” ~Sebastian Nox
At last, the highly-anticipated conclusion to William and Rose’s story is here!
When William Thorne meets the unassuming but beautiful Rose (Victoria) Wellington, he begins to unmask the true man he has buried for years under hired personal assistants and obsessive work behavior fighting the tobacco industry. But after another tragedy shakes him, all his demons resurface, awakened with ferocity. This time, he will leave Rose behind to protect her, and he will embrace the William that has kept him stable all these years.
With a confession about to go public in seeking atonement for his past deeds, deeds that very likely will land him in prison, William marvels at his Rose’s growth personally but saddens as she moves on in her love life and her career without him. He, too, tries to move on by hiring a beautiful, submissive personal assistant to fulfill all his salacious needs. Each time he sees Rose, his fight to stay away from the beauty becomes unbearable, but his impending future leaves little to change it.
The Thorne Series is a sensually erotic and deeply emotional story with twists that will make you go back to read from the very first page of the series all over again.
I removed her hands from her face and when I looked in her eyes, I saw so much pain in them, I realized I was acting irrational, like a jealous scorned lover. Jesus.
“Go. Or I’ll go. My behavior is unacceptable. I’m glad you’re happy. I’m sorry, Rose. It’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”
She began to cry. “William. No. That’s not what I meant. That’s not what I mean. I love you. I will always love you. But you don’t love me. What do you expect? You can’t have it both ways.” She wiped her nose and her eyes and I grabbed a few tissues from the box on the sink.
“Here.” I passed them to her but she wouldn’t take them. “Here,” I said again.
She took them. “Thank you.”
“Look,” I said and ran my hands through my hair. I couldn’t look in her eyes. “The condo. I want you to have it. I really do. If after three months you can stand on your own two feet and you want to get something else, go somewhere else, whatever you need, do it. But just give it three months.”
“Three months, huh?” she said sarcastically through sniffles.
“Is everything always three months with you?”
“Come on.” I helped pull her up. Her scent drew me in as it always did, her blonde hair, the only true sparkle left in my life. I marveled at the shimmer of it as the tiny window let in a ray of light that fell on it just so.
Jesus, I wanted her. And Jesus did I know I couldn’t have her. Here she was, moving on, and I almost wouldn’t let her.
“Well,” I finally said before I kissed her for fuck’s sake.
“William,” she tugged at my shirt. “This hurts.” Another tear escaped her eye.
I wanted to admit that it hurt me too. It was as if the only time I felt anything in my adult life, anything at all, was with her. Even my mother’s death, nothing compared to this.
“So,” I changed the subject and unclasped her hands and pushed her away from me. “The condo? A deal?”
She pushed her hands down her cotton dress, looking down to pick at it and my smile spread. I couldn’t help it. Her eyes peeked up through the strands of her hair questioningly.
“What?” she asked shyly.
“You,” I said with a smile.
My eyes left hers to follow her neck down onto her chest, her dress, a rounded, scooped neckline, teasing me with the faint tan-line of her breasts.
“You’ve been out in the sun.” My fingers stretched out to lightly touch the top of one of her breasts and she sucked in a breath. “Beautiful,” I said and lifted her chin. “Kiss me, Rose. And then I’ll let you go for good. One last kiss.”
My lips met hers first lightly and then I grabbed the back of her hair and yanked. Our mouths met, tongues thrust, and we both lost our breath into the moment. I bit her lip in a passion I couldn’t control and then licked the tiny trickle of blood from it.
“William.” She panted my name and pulled away. “Tell me you love me. Tell me. Stop this. Now.”
I can’t remember not reading. Even now, I constantly toggle between two to five books on my Kindle in all genres. But I have always been drawn to the more taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from my strict Catholic parents as a tween, to getting lost in the erotic section of my favorite bookstore for hours as a college student, discovering such greats as Henry Miller and Pauline Réage.
In my own writing, which I can’t describe as anything but a “trance-like compulsion,” I like to explore the darker nature of relationships, those riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly. I am drawn to expose the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion.
I hold a degree in English literature and my writing comes from some hidden, unrecognizable place, very different from the reality of my waking world. I am in love with E.E. Cummings and Anais Nin who continue to inspire me when I write.
“To write is to descend, excavate, to go underground.”—Anais Nin.
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