Hey guys! I’m super excited to share with you the cover of The Beast Within, which will be part of The Woodland Creek Series. I’ve had a lot of fun with these characters, it’s been nice stepping away from the YA scene and writing a gritty adult story.

Aster sure knows how to make a girl sweat! Phew this is one sexy male 🙂 For now you’ll have to be happy drooling over the cover, as I’ll be keeping Aster all to myself until November! Please comment below, I’d love to chat!

Take care, and happy reading xo


An innovative and collaborative collection of Shifter stories set in one town, with a guaranteed Happily Ever After.

Authors included:

Scarlett Dawn, Aria Kane, Lia Davis, K.N. Lee, Calinda B, Kate Corcino, J. Rose

Alexander, J.M. Witt, Carina Wilder, Sarah Makela, Tasha Black, Emily Walker, Michele

Bardsley, Elle Thorne, Renee George, Nicole Blanchard, Mandy Rosko, J.D. Hollyfield,

Mindy Larson, M.C. Cerny, Xandra James, Raci Ames, Isobelle Cate, April Aasheim,

Cherie Marks, Rachel M Raithby, Eden Butler, Ever Coming, Jenni Moen, and K Webster.


For two years Becca Kian has been in an abusive relationship; leaving could prove deadly, but

when she’s pushed a step too far, Becca has no choice but to flee. After an accident that leaves

her unconscious, Becca wakes to find herself in the cabin of a man as entrancing as he is

dangerous. Because this man makes her want to dream — dream of a world where Alex Scar

doesn’t exist.

Both Minotaur and human, Aster Tavros is a shifter in hiding. Living in Woodland Creek, he’s

made no effort to form relationships; too afraid to allow others to see his true nature. Because

when they do; they run, or worse…die. Yet when Becca comes crashing into his life, he ignores

every one of his rules. Passion ignites between them, but when secrets and pasts collide, Aster

must hide his identity — or reveal his true self, to save Becca, all the while, risking losing her forever…


*Copyright Rachel M Raithby ­ subject to change unedited.

Becca hadn’t had a blessed life. Though recently she thought it was reaching an all­ time low.

Even being tossed from one foster home to the next her entire childhood, was beginning to

seem like heaven compared to the last few months.

Her life drained the very essence from her. Every day she witnessed horrible acts she could

never erase from her mind. Becca was trapped, a prisoner, yet her captor didn’t see it as such.

At seventeen Becca had run away from her final foster home; deciding she’d rather chance the

streets than live with the foster dad with wandering hands. After a year things began to take

there toll, thieving for food wasn’t easy, and no one wanted to employ a homeless woman who’d

not even finished school. The day she met Alex Scar was a turning point in her life. At the time

she’d thought it was for the better, but how very wrong she’d been.

Alex Scar had many talents. His best though; wearing a mask. Alex Scar could turn from safe,

handsome, nice guy to the leader of a drug cartel within seconds. He’d worn his mask for

months, luring Becca into his trap. He gave her a home, a job, and he wanted nothing for it in

return…well for the first six months at least.

Becca knew she was beautiful…sexy even. When she had nice clothes and a place to live, her

dark brown hair glimmered almost black. Her blue eyes shined when she had no worries on her

shoulders, and her smile was infectious and easily given. For six months Alex had only been a

friend, he’d given her a new life, and not once attempted to want anything more. The night he’d

first touched her he’d been gentle and sweet, his kiss had been light, teasing, leaving her

I never do this Bec…The girls I help, I never have any intention of wanting anything from them,

but you Becca, you are the sweetest of them all…I can’t help myself.

His words, and his smooth tone, had captured Becca in his spell, and for a while she’d been

happy. Yet eventually Alex’s mask began to slip. She witnessed glimpses of his real nature, and

his real life. By the time Becca wanted out. She’d seen and heard too much. Becca’s only out

So here she was; just twenty and girlfriend to Alex Scar, leader of the drug cartel in Detroit. Alex

kept her by his side like a trophy. He knew she hated what he did, and it seemed to only please

him more. He loved torturing her mind, loved to make her watch his interrogations. He also

enjoyed hitting her when she stepped out of line.

Becca often wondered whether she had a limit. When would the point arrive when she couldn’t

take anymore? What would finally make her snap?

Becca glanced up plastering a smile on her face as she gazed at Alex. There was a new

shipment in, and Alex and his crew where sampling the goods. Becca never touched the stuff,

and Alex had never forced her too…yet.

“Yes?” she asked sweetly, as she approached. Pulling the hem of her dress down, Becca felt

eyes on her. Alex chose her clothes, he told her what to wear.

“Stop fiddling,” Alex scolded, slapping her thigh. “Come, sit on my lap.”

Swallowing her revulsion, Becca complied. She hated nights when Alex got high; he always got

“My sexy sweet thing,” Alex cooed, taking hold of her breast and squeezing tightly. “Show me

how grateful you are Becca.”

Sliding her hands up his body, Becca’s mind went blank as she retreated deep into herself, and

performed an act she’d done many times with no thought. She didn’t feel anything when she

kissed, and touched Alex Scar. It was like she wasn’t home; she’d left her body, and it acted on

its own accord. Becca felt dead on the inside, with each time she died a little more, yet she

could see no way out.

Feeling extra hands on her, Becca snapped back to herself and pulled away as Tony, Alex’s

right hand man groped her.

“Get off!” Becca yelled, venom in her tone.

Tony looked shocked she’d even spoke. His eyes narrowed, anger filled his features. She

wasn’t quick enough to miss his strike, he clipped the side of her face and she fell back onto the

floor and scrambled away. Her eyes met Alex’s, pleading him to say something, to stop this, but

Alex laughed, delighted with this new game.

“Get back here Bec,” he order patting the hard bulge between his legs.

“What?” Becca whispered, her eyes looking from Tony to Alex. “But I’m yours?”

“Yes you are. I own you Becca, and I want you here on my lap, and you’ll let Tony do as he

Her legs moved on their own. Her mind screamed in protest but nothing seemed to respond.

They pulled at her, touching her, and stripping her body of her clothes. She felt their damp skin

rubbing against her but saw none of it, registered none of it.

Her back met the floor, as Alex loomed above her, ripping the last shred of clothing from her

body. A tear rolled from her eye as Tony’s cock hovered above her face.

“Now be a good girl and open up,” Tony sneered.

With one last pleading glance at Alex, Becca complied. I really do have no limit…

The door burst open.

“I’m busy!” Alex growled.

“I’m sorry Boss but this is urgent.”

Alex’s hands dug painfully tight into her thighs. “I’ll finish with you later… Enjoy Tony.”

For one hopeful second Becca had thought she’d been saved. Yet Alex stood, pulled on his

jeans and then left, closing her in the room with Tony.

“At last I have you all to myself.” Tony smiled.

Becca snapped. Scrambling away she turned to escape, only to be pulled back. Her head hit

the coffee table painfully and the stack of cocaine tumbled to the floor, sending white puffs of

clouds into the air.

“Bitch, you’re going to pay for that.”


Her begging only enticed him more, and as he neared her entrance, Becca turned her head

away unable to watch. Her eyes focused on the contents she’d knocked from the coffee table;

bags of cocaine, cigarettes and a gun, half hidden under a newspaper.

Becca had always wondered if she had a limit. What vile act would send her over the edge?

She knew there was a high probability she’d not leave the warehouse alive, and even if she did,

Alex would never stop hunting her, yet her hand clasped the gun. The metal felt oddly right in

her hand, her finger found the trigger and as she aimed. Tony laughed not expecting her to

shoot, but whether she lived or died, Becca wouldn’t allow herself to be loaned out to Alex’s

men…She’d reached her limit, and she fired.