Thorneless (Rose of Thorne Series #2) by Mia Michelle – Blog Tour

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 I hate him..I love him..I hate that I still love him but I do. My parents, my life, my happiness, my heart….he has officially taken all of them from me now. Yes, I am the wilting dying Rose that once belonged to Sebastian Thorne. He had given me back my life, but little did I know he was the very one who had taken it all away from me from the start. I hate him…I love him.

 I never expected Lucas Drake to walk back in my life when I was at my lowest and darkest point. He promises that he will help me heal this pain, but in order to do that he says I need to get away from this town. Maybe he is right. There is nothing here for me anymore but painful memories…and Sebastian. Maybe the only way for this Rose to survive is to do the one impossible thing. I Skylar Rose… must become Thorneless.


~ Excerpt 1~

 About twenty minutes later, he is turning onto an old gravel road that leads to a large pasture. He parks the truck and turns off the engine before climbing out and walking out into the field alone. He crosses his strong arms in front of his body and looks up to the star filled sky above him. Moments later, I see his broad back begin shaking and realization hits me hard. He’s crying. My strong, fun filled adventuresome Lucas Drake is now crying, and it’s all because of me.

I open my door and climb out of the truck and make my way to him. I stand behind him and wrap my hands around his body. It comforts me to be near him. We stand like this for a few minutes and I can tell his breathing is slowly returning back to normal.

“You say I treat you like glass. Maybe that’s true. But it isn’t because of the reason you think. Glass breaks, but it also cuts. Maybe I treat you that way because I’m afraid of being hurt again. As much as you think you’re broken Skylar, so much of you remains unbreakable. You think you know me, but you really don’t. If you did, you’d see what’s right in front of you,” he says before he turns and faces me. The night wind blows my long hair astray and he lifts my face up to look at him.

“You’d see just how much I love you. Look, Skylar! Look into my eyes. I love you!! I have always loved you! I’ll always love you! You’re enough for me just the way you are. You’re all I’ve ever wanted and all I’ll ever need.”

With trembling lips he drags his mouth across mine and I taste the perfect sweet blend of our tears. He wraps his arms around me and I close my eyes to savor this.

“I’m so sorry Lucas. I’m so sorry!” I say over and over into his chest. And just like that, the dam that has held back all the pain for all of these months breaks, flooding me with everything all at once. The tears that I can normally shut off, now won’t stop coming. The pain won’t stop stabbing though my body. I just stand there gripping a hold of his shirt and cry like I’ve never cried before in my life.

“That’s it, baby. Let it all out. Let it all go! Let the past go. I’m here now. I’ll always be right here.“


 ~ Excerpt 2~

Michael and my father begin talking about football and the stock market, but I don’t hear a damn word they’re saying. My eyes and ears have never left the angel standing across from me. I remain mesmerized watching her dance back and forth with my niece against her chest. I savor their precious interaction with one another and burn the image in my brain. As I watch her smile down adoringly at my niece, I can’t help but imagine her one day holding our child.

Would our daughter be the perfect miniature version of her? Would our son have her dark hair and blue green eyes? These are the thoughts racing through my mind right now and I silently pray for that to be in our near future.

“Thank you so much for helping me since it seems my worthless lazy husband isn’t!” Stacey shouts loudly and then sends death glares at Michael.

“I’m Stacey, by the way. It’s so nice to finally meet you, Skylar! We won’t be long, I promise,” she says as she walks past us with Josh to tuck him in upstairs. She stops beside me when she sees me watching Skylar with the baby.

She covers up Josh’s ears as she leans in and whispers into my ear, “Lucas Drake, if you let that one get away, you’re a fucking idiot!” I shake my head at her and glance back to still see Skylar dancing around the yard with a giggling Avery in her arms. Before her, I never even wanted a relationship, much less marriage. I adore kids, but I certainly didn’t see me as a father. In one moment, in one meeting . . . Skylar changed all of that. All I can see is the beautiful angel that I want to have as my wife and the mother of my children. I’m okay with as many little miniature versions of us as she wants to have.

~ Excerpt 3~

The door of the antique bar in my office shatters, as I furiously shove my fist through the glass. For the past five years, my father’s favorite bottle of Dalmore 64 Trinitas has sat unopened in that case. At $160,000 a bottle, the aged Scotch had been my father’s choice of drink. I had kept it here to remind me of the man I hated and to remind me of the horrific mistake I had made so long ago.

Through the broken glass, I retrieve the bottle of scotch and one of the crystal bar glasses sitting beside it. Ignoring the bright red blood that now pours down my arm, I blow the broken fragments out of the drinking glass and remove the top off of the bottle. The strong smell of aged liquor fills the air in my office and I can instantly feel my father right there next to me…. taunting me.

‘Go ahead, son. Take that drink! She’s left your miserable ass. Drink. Who needs the bitch. Drink!’

I fill the glass halfway full and lift it up to my mouth. Tilting it back, I can taste the whiskey on my lips. I want to forget her. I want this pain to go away. I have lost her forever and without her, I have nothing. I don’t want my company or the money. I never wanted any of it in the first place. It had been tainted from the beginning, corrupted from my father’s sweat, lies and deceit. Right now, all I want is this drink. Right now, all I want is for this excruciating pain in my soul to go away.

I’m dying. I can’t live without her. I can still feel her sweet touch on my skin. Her intoxicating taste is still on my tongue. My cock still aches to be inside her warm tight folds and coated with her wet release. She is embedded in me. There is no surviving this.

Is my heart even beating anymore? Please, baby. PLEASE! Come back to me!

‘Drink! She’s never coming back! You are such a fuck up to the Thorne name! Drink you fucking coward!’

Hesitantly, I open my lips and allow the warm expensive liquid to fill my mouth. My father remains in my head.

Forgetting her will be so easy. Swallow…just swallow! Remember? She told you that she can never forgive you. She’s gone. She’s not coming back this time! It’s over! SWALLOW!

But I can’t… I won’t. I spit the dark fluid out, across the wood floor, and then turn to throw my glass against the stone office wall. I begin violently wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand and then I pick up the bottle of scotch and stare down at it. If this represents everything I hate, then why do I still have it? I certainly don’t need any reminders. Those reminders chase me every night in my sleep, as it is.

“Fuck you, Father!” I roar and with trembling hands, I rare back and toss the bottle against the wall. I stand there and witness the expensive dark brown liquid run down the wall. I wickedly smile knowing just how pissed off that would have made my father.

Grief stricken, I make my way over to my desk and sit in my large leather chair. I remove her ring from my pocket and stare at the infinity symbol of diamonds. Lightly I trace the delicate jewels around the design. Just like the symbol, my love for her has no beginning or end. I can’t remember a time not loving her and I will never know a day that I won’t still.

This ring should still be on her sweet elegant finger.

I glance over at the picture that sits proudly on my desk. It is the picture of me kneeling down on the beach, as I proposed to Skylar.

The picture of the happiest day of my life!

Kylie had perfectly captured this beautiful moment and gave it to us when we returned back from our trip. I think I have looked at it at least a million times since she walked out that door. What I wouldn’t give to move back time to get this moment back with her.

Sweet Jesus! My soul is being ripped in two!


Mia fell in love with the literary world at a very young age and began putting her active imagination to pen and paper by the age of six. Over the years, she has filled up numerous shelves with her notebooks and journals of her favorite stories. Twelve years ago, Mia began drafting The Thorne Series and through encouragement of a close friend, decided to finally take the leap of faith to bring her dream to life. She openly admits to having a hopeless infatuation with her Kindle and suffers from the one-click book addiction (No intervention required).

 Mia is currently a stay at home mom who has mastered the fine art of making a PB&J sandwich in between laundry and shuttling kids to ballet and swimming. In her spare time (“What spare time?” She laughs), she enjoys photography, traveling, and having a girls night out with her pals. She enjoys the simple things in life, such as sleeping more than 3 hours per night and 10 minute showers without being interrupted by children yelling “mommy” from the other side of the bathroom door.

 Mia Michelle resides in Tennessee with her soul mate and husband of 18 years and their 2 beautiful young children. She is currently working on her Masters in Counseling and drafting her new series.



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