Before Single Ladies returns to our TV screens in January, a three-part e-book series written by New York Times bestselling author Ashley Antoinette is hitting stores so fans can get their fill of their favorite women from the ATL. The series is set between the finale of season two and the premiere of season three and focuses on the individual lives and loves of the show’s leading ladies. Today we bring you an exclusive, free excerpt from the second book in the series which is all about Raquel, entitled Trois.
Dismal. Lonely. Overwhelmed. Raquel stood in the middle of her living room, staring at the mess that surrounded her. The disarray was a perfect reflection of the current state of her life. Everything was in utter chaos. Shattered glass crunched beneath her feet as she made her way around the room. The plastic trash bag that she clutched was no match for the disaster zone that her apartment had morphed into. Every odd sound made her jump out of her skin as she looked around, intimidated, a stranger in her own home. Her nerves were frayed. The fact that Keisha’s stalker had invaded her home left Raquel feeling completely uneasy. The beautiful apartment that she had fallen in love with upon first glance, now felt…
“Unsafe,” she whispered.
A chill ran down her spine causing the delicate tendrils on the back of her neck to stand. Goosebumps appeared on her arms. “Just like you, Keisha, to leave me here to clean up your mess,” she mumbled. She was livid, but she couldn’t pinpoint exactly where the anger originated. Was she mad at Keisha because she just disappeared into Malcolm’s world of money and luxury without even a goodbye? Or was she pissed at Charles for allowing his ex-girlfriend, Padma, back into his life? Better yet, was she upset at herself for not locking Charles down when she had the chance? She had poured her heart out to him days ago and she hadn’t heard from him since. Maybe it was a combination of all these things that had her feeling out of sorts. All Raquel knew for certain was that she was emotionally drained. All it would have taken was three little words to get Charles to commit. I love you. That’s all he wanted to hear from her but, instead, when he expressed his sentiments she froze, leaving him standing there, feeling stupid. That had been an epic fuck up. Now she was bitter and lonely, the knots in her stomach so crippling that it was hard to function. Lovesick. That was her self-diagnosis. Whoever said it was better to have loved and lost had gotten it all the way wrong. Losing the love of her life sucked and she felt like she was spinning into a downward spiral of endless misery. She had felt it before. Every woman who had ever loved a man was familiar with the sinking feeling that remained once that man was gone. Her experience with Charles however, cut deeper than anything that she had ever felt before. Now she was throwing herself the ultimate pity party.