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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)

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FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE AMAZON TOP THIRTY BESTSELLER THE NAUGHTY LIST

Ella Edwards has been left in broken pieces after her ex-boyfriend, Connor’s latest atrocity.

Still, the professional entertainer who has made her career fulfilling clients’ filthy fantasies, is determined to get back up on her feet.

In traditional Naughty style, this tale brings an extreme and explosive set of proposals, leading to the final outcome of Ella’s Agency journey.

Be prepared to buckle up and enjoy the many rides.

There are a lot of them.

TV stars, businessmen, men in workshops seeking a thrill… this book has it all. A varied selection of jobs that will put Ella back on the hardcorer map she adores.

It ends with a very Merry Christmas to all of ‘The Naughty List’ readers out there.
It’ll sure be the climax you’ve been waiting for

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CHAPTER ONE

The days have blurred into a bleak mess of torment over the past five weeks, and my former life of filthy clients and smoking hot fantasies feels light years away.

Since my asshole ex Connor used his newfound fame to reveal me as the ‘hooker love of his life who betrayed him’, I’ve been back in the shell I used to crawl into before I worked for The Agency.

Ella Edwards is now a search term used by hundreds of thousands, known only as a spiteful whorish piece of shit. And that’s putting it nicely.

All the online drama chewed me up and spat me out, and I feel nothing like the Ella Edwards I’d blossomed into. I feel nothing like me anymore.

I’m no longer the proud professional hardcorer who built my reputation at The Agency. All I’ve been doing since Connor’s grand announcement is retreat further and further inside, desperate for numbness.

It’s ironic really.

I spent so many years hiding inside myself while I was with him, pursuing his drive for glory and not my own. Retreating into a shell was second nature to me.

I still struggle to believe that the arrogant asshole managed to fuck my life up, all over again.

As a result, my boyfriend Josh and I are now holed up in an Airbnb on the outskirts of London, far from our luxury Belgravia apartment. Far away from home.

I thank my lucky stars every day that I still have Josh beside me. He’s my rock in the storm. My shining light, no matter how dark I feel inside. When the shit hit the fan and the pieces went flying, he was there for me, every step of the way.

Just a shame I’m not taking very many steps at all right now.

I’ve only been outside this little backstreet apartment once, on a mission to get some ice cream from the local store – the only time I built up enough courage to face the outside, dressed in a baggy hoodie with no makeup on. My heart pounded so hard I felt my pulse in my temples.

As soon as Connor blurted out my identity and set the wave of public hate alight, I deleted all of my social media accounts, changed my phone number, and blocked myself off from the world.

I hate this new reality I’m living in.

I hate being here in this Airbnb. I hate missing out on the career I loved and built from nothing. I hate binge watching reality TV while Josh is out on his proposals, working hard.

Goddamnit, how I miss proposals of my own. I miss all of my clients, but there is one massive loss in particular. One that brings tears to my eyes just thinking about him.

Heath.

My favourite client of them all.

The main character in my favourite TV show, Nighttime Whispers, and a man that dreams are made of. Too bad mine are now nightmares. I can’t bring myself to watch even a single episode and see even a hint of his beautiful vampiric smile.

Heath holds a piece of my heart after our week in Cannes together, and I know Josh misses him as badly as I do. Probably worse. He’s just better at keeping a lid on it. Like he is with everything else.

My amazing boyfriend has been determined to keep things as steady as possible to get us through this, going back to work as soon as he knew I was safe to be alone.

My Agency profile is currently listed as temporarily unavailable. Still on pause like it was while we were away in Cannes. I’m aching to log back in and see if I have the option of setting it back to live, but I’m scared. At the top of the Agency’s priorities is keeping confidentiality and anonymity, both for clients and entertainers. Connor gave that the middle finger, well and fucking truly.

I’m curled up on the sofa yet again tonight when I hear the front door. Josh steps inside fresh from a high-end proposal, and his suit looks divine.

“Hey, you.” He sits down next to me and pulls me in for a hug. “How are you doing?”

“Same old.” I fake smile. “I’ll survive. I’ve got another eighteen episodes to watch of Cake Baker before the season ends.”

Josh normally buys into my humour, but this time he doesn’t smile along.

“It was five weeks this morning, Ells. Five whole weeks since we’ve been here.”

“Yep. I know. It’s practically ingrained into my soul.”

He reaches for the remote and turns the volume down.

“Honestly, we’re going to have to tackle this. We can’t stay trapped in here for ever, and there is only so much Cake Baker you can watch. You’re missing out on so much, baby. So damn much.”

Oh, don’t I know it. That knowledge is rife in the very air.

Josh has the undeniable scent of sex about him, and up close he’s dishevelled from his proposal. The purple streak at the front of his gorgeous dark hair looks like it’s been tugged. Hard. The top button of his shirt is still undone, tie not in position. Fuck, how I miss that kind of dishevelment. Crazy wild nights with clients, serving their fantasies and raking in the cash for it.

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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)

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She needed a break from her life. She found the love of her life instead.

Burned out and fed up with city stress, Zoe Carter escapes to Willow Creek—a quiet town that feels like stepping into someone else’s story. She’s not looking for love. But when she meets Luke Harrison, the town’s handsome, soft-spoken mechanic, everything begins to change.

What starts as a temporary getaway turns into something deeper. Something real. Now Zoe has to return to the high-powered career she’s always known—or build a slower, sweeter future with the man who makes her feel at home.

Forever in Willow Creek is a feel-good small-town romance about finding peace, finding purpose, and finding the kind of love that doesn’t ask you to change—only to stay

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Chapter 1: The Escape

Zoe Carter’s car hummed steadily along the winding road, her eyes tracing the edge of the lush countryside. Willow Creek was supposed to be a peaceful retreat, a brief escape from the frantic buzz of Chicago. But as she passed rolling hills and open pastures, the calmness seemed almost... unnatural. Too quiet. Too slow.

She shifted in her seat, adjusting the air conditioning to blast a little cooler air on her face, trying to shake the anxiety that still gripped her chest. Her thoughts spun in a thousand directions as she passed the sign welcoming her to Willow Creek.

“Welcome to Willow Creek, population 3,500.”

She’d seen the sign countless times on postcards her sister Sarah had sent her, but the reality felt different. This wasn’t the place Zoe had imagined. It wasn’t the perfect little town in the middle of nowhere; it was a far cry from the glamour of city life. Yet here she was—driven by the promise of peace, free from the corporate pressures and the never-ending demands of her job.

Zoe glanced at the clock, it was 3:15 p.m. She was early, just as she had hoped. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the town. She didn’t have an exact plan for how long she would stay here; all she knew was that she needed to reset, get away from her fast-paced, high-stress life.

Her phone buzzed in her lap, and she instantly reached for it, her fingers grazing the screen before she thought better of it. She’d swore she’d leave the phone off for a few hours, but her fingers itched to check the messages. Work had been suffocating her for months now. But this is why you came here, Zoe, she reminded herself.

Taking a deep breath, she turned the phone over, tossing it onto the passenger seat. This time, she would stay off the grid—just for a little while.

As she drove deeper into town, Zoe's eyes caught the charming array of small-town storefronts: a bakery with a hand-painted sign, an old-fashioned Diner with a flickering neon sign, and a few rustic houses lining the main street. There was something quaint about it all, but it also felt like a movie set—picture-perfect but unreal. Zoe wasn’t sure if she could ever belong here.

Her mind wandered as she drove past a dusty mechanic’s shop with a faded sign that read “Harrison Auto Repair.” The shop had a small fleet of old trucks parked outside, all showing signs of age and wear. Zoe’s car wasn’t ancient, but she had no idea how long it had been since it had been serviced. She would need to get that checked before her trip back, she figured.

She slowed her car down and glanced at the shop again. Maybe tomorrow, she thought. But for now, her focus was on finding her rental cottage.

Willow Creek wasn’t as big as the city’s she was used to, so it didn’t take long to find the address of her cottage. It sat on the edge of town, a small, weathered house with a flower garden that looked like it hadn’t been tended to in ages. A perfect getaway. Or maybe the perfect retreat from everything she had left behind.

As she pulled up to the cottage, Zoe parked her car, taking in the view. The cottage had the appeal of a place that had seen better days, but it felt oddly welcoming. The front porch creaked as she stepped onto it, and the scent of pine trees mingled with the fresh, earthy air of the countryside.

She grabbed her bag from the trunk and headed for the door, eager to see where she’d be spending the next few days. The key was in the lockbox, and after a few moments of fumbling, she managed to open the door and step inside.

The place was quaint, with mismatched furniture and floral curtains hanging on the windows. Everything smelled faintly of lavender, a welcome difference to the city’s smog. Zoe dropped her bag on the couch and stood still for a moment, listening to the absolute silence around her. No car alarms. No horns honking. No rushing footsteps. It was almost too quiet.

Zoe closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. For the first time in what felt like years, she allowed herself to breathe without worrying about the next task or deadline looming over her.

Maybe I can get used to this.

A knock at the door jolted her from her thoughts, and she opened it to find a tall, broad-shouldered man standing on the porch. He had tousled brown hair, worn jeans, and a simple gray T-shirt that hugged his frame. His face, rough-hewn but friendly, lit up when he saw her.

“Hey there. You must be Zoe. I’m Luke Harrison.” He extended his hand, his smile friendly but with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

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The Naughty Week – Naughtier and Naughtier Read Online Jade West http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-naughty-week-naughtier-and-naughtier-read-online-jade-west Thu, 12 Jun 2025 17:27:46 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-naughty-week-naughtier-and-naughtier-read-online-jade-west Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Taboo Authors: Jade West Advertisement

Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)

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FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE AMAZON TOP THIRTY BESTSELLER THE NAUGHTY LIST

Ella Edwards is living every 'naughty' girl's dream - sun, sea, and a week-long passion fest in a millionaire’s villa on the French Riviera.

Thanks to The Agency, Ella’s made a name (and a fortune) fulfilling filthy fantasies. But this week isn’t just another proposal. It’s a full-blown seven-day escape with her drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend Josh… and their most infamous, and most utterly irresistible client, Heath Mason.

Yes, that Heath Mason, the brooding mega TV star from Nighttime Whispers.

The deal is simple - one filthy hot proposal a day. No rules. No safe words. No strings.

Until feelings get involved.

Until secrets threaten to ruin it all.

Until Ella finds herself torn between the job, the fantasy, and something that’s starting to feel dangerously close to love.

Author’s This scorching-hot tale is absolutely not just about cocktails by the pool. This is one wild holiday of power games, possessive men, and pleasure in every position. You’ve been warned. Welcome to The Naughty Week.

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CHAPTER ONE

I have no idea how I managed to pack so much for a week in Cannes, considering that the bulk of my luggage is nothing more than fancy underwear and flipflops. I haven’t even packed any toys, since Heath assured us he’s already stocked up to the max. No metal butt plugs to be worried about showing up on the airport scanners at least.

Not that I’d be all that embarrassed if they did.

My days of reservations and hangups are long behind me. Sex is an open book for me now. It’s my favourite hobby, not just my career, and I’m happy to admit it to virtually anyone – even airport security if it came to it. Having especially filthy fun while I’m earning heaps of cash as an entertainer is nothing but a massive cherry on top.

I’m exceptionally lucky that I’ll be having two very luscious cherries on top of me this week, and one of them is awaiting us at his swanky villa right now.

The other cherry is right here, beside me.

Josh, my stunner of a boyfriend, hoists our hand luggage into the compartments over our heads. His t-shirt has ridden up just enough to see the V of his hips and the dark promise of hair down his stomach. He gets more ripped by the week, I swear it. His six pack will have a six pack at this rate.

“Excited?” he asks, once he’s buckled up in the seat beside me.

“You could say that, yeah. Just a teensy bit. Who wouldn’t love a trip to Cannes? Sun, sea, sex… and a host to die for. It’s going to be amazing.”

Josh nudges my foot with his. “Keep it down,” he says and I have to laugh. Our client confidentiality comes at all costs given we’re high-class Agency performers, but seriously, I’m hardly going to scream that we’re off for a week of hardcore paid sex with one of the hottest TV stars on the planet, am I?

As much as I’d like to.

I look around the cabin, at the people going about their business, flying away on holiday, just like we are. None of them have any idea we’re being paid a token grand each for the honour of a week-long filth fest with the famous Heath Mason from Nighttime Whispers.

I’d love to scream it over the tannoy. I’d jump up and down as I shared the news that I’ll be getting Heath’s dick for seven days straight and enjoying the French Riviera as a bonus.

“Oh, and did you know, folks? He’s even got a Jacob’s ladder!”

I grin to myself. A whole load of people on this flight will be fans of the show, just like me. They’d probably give us a round of applause for getting the chance at seven full days with Heath. I remember when he was just a TV idol to me, before Josh took me on a joint proposal that practically knocked me off my feet. How he ever kept it a secret that the man we watched onscreen together was a client of his is commendable. Such a professional.

And we’ll both be professionals this week. That’s what comes first.

This isn’t just a holiday. It’s a work trip. We are going to Cannes to please Heath, first and foremost. His wish is our command, literally.

I have to remember that. The lines can’t afford to get blurry – not in this industry, and Heath Mason is particularly guarded. His walls of anonymity are sky high in comparison to my tumbling lows.

Heath has no pseudonym, like I do. He’s the famous Heath Mason, instantly recognisable from a mile away, but I’m Holly the whore when I’m working, and sweet Ella Edwards when I’m not.

My ex, Connor never revealed the real identity of the hooker love of his life who broke his soul. How considerate of him.

Yeah, right.

Connor is the most selfish prick I know. He only kept my identity a secret because he knew I’d call his lies out as utter bullshit. Cheating asshole.

I love flying. I’m transfixed when the plane rumbles down the runway and begins our ascent into the sky. I’ve got the window seat and watch as the UK disappears underneath us. Here we go. Up, up and away.

I’m so caught up with the view that it takes me a minute to register just how intently Josh is staring at me.

“What?” I ask him, and he leans over to give me a kiss on the temple.

“Nothing. Just admiring my gothic goddess.”

I’m hardly at my gothic height today in a black cami dress and simple black sandals, but I have still got my regular catflicks and scarlet red lipstick on.

“I’m not the only goth you’ll be admiring today, my sweet prince,” I reply, and Josh gives my foot another nudge with his. The tension in his brows makes me giggle.

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Santa’s Baby Read Online Jade West http://www.ilovenovels.com/santas-baread-online-read-online-jade-west Thu, 19 Dec 2024 11:51:30 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/santas-baread-online-read-online-jade-west Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Taboo Authors: Jade West Advertisement

Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)

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BY THE AUTHOR OF THE NOTORIOUS CHRISTMAS BESTSELLER ‘THE NAUGHTY LIST’.

In real life, I’m Tiffany. In my work life, I’m known as Creamgirl.

I’ve made a fortune at ‘The Agency’ – enacting clients’ dirty proposals for money. I’ve covered every fantasy you could possibly imagine and then some.

Creamgirl is certainly top of the Agency tree. But after four years, I’m yearning for more.

A bond with someone who I can adore for real, not just in fantasy. In love.

I only went into Santa’s grotto to appease Ella’s childish glee. I was laughing when I sat my curvy butt on his lap for a picture.

Until I looked into his stunning grey eyes and saw something I shouldn’t have.

Someone I shouldn’t have.

Because Santa isn’t just Santa… he’s the multi-millionaire owner of the mall.

He’s also my boss. A founder of the Agency I work for.

I should run. Fast. Say goodbye, and make sure my career stays safe at all costs.

It’s insane that I want Santa so bad that I can’t stay away from him. Not for anything.

And if I’m honest with myself, truly, I don’t just want to be Santa’s baby…

I want to have Santa’s baby, too.

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PROLOGUE

Tiffany

Iswear Christmas parties come earlier and earlier every year. Just a shame the guys booking me for them don’t.

These three have been going at me for nearly an hour, and they still haven’t found my clit yet. I’d relieve the torment myself if I wasn’t trussed up with a tie around my wrists. I’m glad I’m getting paid over seven grand for this session. If I wasn’t, I’d show them a Wikipedia map of female anatomy and get the fuck out of here.

Once upon a time, this would have been my dream – the filth itself enough to drive me crazy – but after approaching four years as a high-class hooker for the high-class ‘Agency’, I’m losing interest. I never thought I’d say that, but it’s true.

Maybe it’s time playing out its course, or maybe it’s the news that hit me in the gut with a sucker punch earlier.

My best friend’s younger sister is having a baby. Josh told me himself this afternoon.

Caroline – the jealous little cow who has always emulated, irritated and tried her best to outdo me – is pregnant. Loved up, happy, and due to give birth next March.

Guess she got one up on me, for once…

Fuck this. I ban my mind from playing bullshit and funnel my focus back to the scene around me. It isn’t my clients’ fault I’m feeling like a sack of shit tonight.

The naked guy in front of me holds out a bottle of champagne for me to glug on. He’s cute, with mousy brown hair and a decent length dick. Nice enough. Just boring.

His two friends are doing a bit better. They’re hard at work, grunting curses as they use me like a dirty bitch from behind.

That’s it, slut, one of them says, take it like a good girl. He starts working his hand into my pussy while his sidekick fucks my ass, and it’s so much better than a token three fingers. His knuckles feel good as they grate, so I beg him to go deeper, deeper, fucking deeper.

Gentle has no place in my life. It’s go hard or go home.

If only I had someone waiting for me to go home to.

The guy in front of me takes the champagne away and offers his cock as a replacement. I’ll glug on it, sure enough. I stare up at him like he’s the man of my dreams, fluttering my lashes as I smile. I stick out my tongue and take the slap of his cock head, giving him the moans of a dirty bitch who really wants it.

I’ll always suck dick like a tasty lollipop.

My butt cheeks bounce against the dick pounding my ass, and it adds volume to the momentum of the squelching knuckles, still trying to push their way in. I wish the guy wouldn’t be such a pussy when it comes to my pussy. I can take it.

I can always take it.

I frog my legs as wide as I can on the office desk, my thick thighs slippery from his efforts. I love being such a big girl. I love the deep sound of the slap my flesh makes when I’m being banged.

I moan around the dick in my mouth, concentrating on just how good I’m going to be for these guys. The performer of a lifetime. I feel at my best when I have a filthy mind and a horny body, being used by strangers who don’t give a shit about me.

Being a whore is my hometown – being an entertainer is my life.

The guy with his fist half inside me squirts on a load more lube, so considerate, but I don’t want lube. I want the force. The grind. The fucking pounding. The filthy fucking joy.

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The Naughty List Read Online Jade West http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-naughty-list-read-online-jade-west-2 Mon, 08 Jul 2024 20:39:12 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-naughty-list-read-online-jade-west-2 Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Kink, Taboo Authors: Jade West Advertisement

Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)

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Ella, a desperate, newly single goth girl with a mountain of debt, would do anything to see her parents this Christmas… the problem is, her parents live on the other side of the world.

So, when she’s granted access to The Naughty List – a marketplace for dirty proposals from rich strangers – she opts to take everything and anything she can get.

She thinks she’s a good player, getting five-star reviews like a good girl and climbing the ranks – until she stumbles onto The Naughty List’s most daring group of all…

The Hardcorers.

Players who will fulfil any proposal clients ask them to, just so long as the price is right.

Can Ella be one? Can she really climb The Naughty List right the way to the top of the tree?

The idea gets even more thrilling when she meets Weston… the hottest Hardcorer of them all.

As it turns out, maybe it’s not just money that Ella’s truly desperate for this Christmas…

Author’s This spicy, Christmas, full-length standalone novel is jam packed full to the brim of dirty Christmas presents for you. Please proceed with caution. Believe me, this isn’t just about kisses under the mistletoe!

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Chapter One

Ella

It feels so weird, standing at the top of the staircase, fresh back from my trip to Sydney to see my parents, my suitcase by my side as I open my bedroom door. My life here, in this crappy shared house, is almost over. There will be no more piled up pans in the kitchen. No more grimy showers with mould all over the walls to contend with. No more limescale around every single tap and plughole in the place.

I’ve got an afternoon packed full of apartment viewings tomorrow, now I can finally afford to get out of this shithole.

It’s still hard to take in the reality. My life has changed so much it’s unrecognisable from just a few months ago.

My name is still Ella Jane Edwards. But another character has been added to the mix.

I’m not just Ella anymore. I’m a kinky goth mantrap called Holly, too – a persona I never imagined I’d be taking on.

You see, Holly is a prostitute.

A very kinky, very filthy, very well-paid whore.

That’s right. Me, sweet little Ells, is a prostitute known as Holly now. Or, more politely putting it, an entertainer. That’s what the official job title says. An entertainer working in client PR.

Polite or blunt, though, it doesn’t really matter, does it? I fuck people for money, and I love it. It’s a billion times better than slaving my ass off for minimum wage in a store where nobody gives a shit. My clients appreciate me a hell of a lot more than my managers ever did, and I have a whole load of five-star reviews to prove it.

The memories of before I left for Australia are all still so vivid. The clients I met and performed for. Everything from being chased through a park and bundled into the back of a van, pretending I wasn’t expecting it. Playacting that I didn’t want it, with my pounding heart in my throat. Being worshipped like a goddess by a guy who loves feet, after being beaten into blissful subspace in a dungeon by a Master, to dressing up for a Daddy, and being eaten out right in the heat of my period. So much craziness, and so much fucking fun.

So, why waste any time before getting back to it?

Tonight, Holly will come back to life with a bang. Literally.

I’ve been booking proposals all the while I’ve been away. Being back in London and ready to resume them feels amazing, but I’m already missing Mum and Dad so bad it hurts. Waving goodbye at Sydney airport felt like hell, and keeping my working life secret from them was getting harder and harder every day. So many times they quizzed me on my exciting new job role, wanting to know all about it, and so many times I nearly broke and told them, wanting to blurt out the truth and set it free. But what would I have said?

I don’t really work in PR, I’m a sex worker. I have a filthy profile on an underground website, and a ‘naughty list’ of the services I’m prepared to offer. I have a lot of ticks in the checkboxes, believe me. I’m dirtier than you could ever imagine. They call me Holly when I’m working, not Ella, and they pay me for being a slut, at their service. Don’t worry, though. I’m turning out to be the very best slut and I really do love it!

Sure, I can be as proud of myself as I like in The Agency circle and in my own mind, but in front of my parents… no. They’d never understand. To them I’m still their sweet little darling, with angel eyes – gothic choker around my throat or not.

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The Naughty List Read Online Jade West http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-naughty-list-read-online-jade-west Fri, 15 Dec 2023 11:43:27 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-naughty-list-read-online-jade-west Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, M-M Romance, Taboo Authors: Jade West Advertisement

Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)

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The Man Upstairs Read Online Jade West http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-man-upstairs-read-online-jade-west Thu, 20 Jul 2023 19:20:13 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-man-upstairs-read-online-jade-west Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Virgin Authors: Jade West Advertisement

Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)

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There’s nothing more dangerous than someone who has nothing to live for…
The man upstairs in apartment six doesn’t belong here, in our rundown block on the slum side of the city.
High-class and educated, suited and booted, and at least thirty years my senior.
Yes. Thirty whole years.
But that doesn’t matter, he’s absolutely gorgeous.

What does matter is, they say he’s a disgraced teacher that preys on his college students. A filthy, sick man, who deserves prison.
Other residents are always repeating the same morbid mantra.
Rosie, don’t ever talk to that dirty freak upstairs, no matter what. Don’t you dare!
So, I did what I was told and stayed out of his way, and I never, ever talked to the man upstairs.
Not until one crazy bad night, in total desperation, when I had nowhere else to turn…

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Prologue

Rosie

It was five months ago that our block got a new resident upstairs in apartment number six. The new resident might have been beautiful, without the heaviness of the world on his shoulders.

He was tall, with dark hair stranded with silver, and a sculpted brow over bright green eyes. Well-dressed but unkempt, in tailored suits slightly too big for his lean frame. He looked gaunt, like he’d seen happier days. Much, much happier days…

A man like him shouldn’t be here in block four of Crenham Drive, with its faded green carpet hallways. He was out of place amongst the stale smell and the peeling paintwork.

No. The man in apartment six didn’t belong here, but he’d arrived with a barrage of whispers. Disgusting, seedy, nasty. Fucked up. Perverted. Arrogant, reclusive. Sinister.

They said he was a disgraced teacher, who’d preyed on his students. A sick man, who deserved prison. Someone on the run.

They said a lot of things, in fact.

Other residents would scowl at me with hissed voices, always the same morbid tune.

Rosie, don’t you ever, ever talk to the man upstairs.

You’d better stay the fuck away from the man upstairs, he’s trouble, Rosie.

So I, sweet little Rosie, heeded their advice. I’d shiver whenever I caught sight of him, eyes dropping whenever he passed by me in the hall. I did what I was told and I never, ever talked to the man upstairs.

Not until one night, in total desperation, when I had nowhere else to turn…

Chapter One

Rosie

Mum’s scream was so loud, I heard it over my earphones, my audiobook drowned out by her terror. Fuck, how I ran.

Dinner plates were crashing from the draining board as I raced into the kitchen, smashing into jagged chunks over the floor. There was Scottie, slamming Mum into the oven as she lashed out and battled against him. She screamed obscenities in his face until the vicious, stumpy weasel clamped his hands around her throat.

“You’d better shut the fuck up now, Bev, you stupid, fucking bitch!”

I screamed before I charged, set to wrestle him to free my mum, but he elbowed me away like I was a scrawny wisp, knowing I wasn’t strong enough to stop him.

“FUCK OFF, ROSIE! KEEP OUT OF IT!”

Mum was choking, her eyes wide as she struggled, and I didn’t know what to do. Then he slapped her and shook her and slapped her some more before he was at it again, hands back crushing her windpipe. I was shaking too bad to try to put a knife into him, so I bolted out of the apartment and down the corridor to hammer at Martha’s door.

“MARTHA, IT’S ROSIE! HELP! HELP! IT’S SCOTTIE! HE’S GOT MUM!”

I could hear the roar of the TV from her living room as I hammered. Thank fuck she was in there.

“MARTHA, PLEASE! OPEN THE DOOR!!”

The TV went quiet, and I could hear Rolo barking. I heard her approach the other side, but she didn’t open up for me.

“Call the police!” she shouted, but I didn’t have time.

I slammed my fists against the wood.

“MARTHA, PLEASE! HE’S CHOKING HER!”

“CALL THE FUCKING POLICE!” she screamed back.

Fuck it, she wasn’t going to open the door.

I ran to the end of the corridor, but Trisha ignored my screams, even though I could hear Ramsay crying in her hallway.

I ran down to the floor below, but I knew nobody there would help me. Everyone hated Scottie Barnes, and they didn’t like my mother much, either. I was alone and petrified, and there was no way the police would show up in time.

So, fuck it.

I grabbed hold of the handrail and ran upstairs.

Gerald and Eveline in number eight were in their 80s, and Bertie in number seven was on crutches from a fall, so there was only one option left, and I took it. I raced to the end of the upstairs corridor and I hammered on number six’s door.

“PLEASE! WILL YOU HELP ME! PLEASE! I NEED HELP!!”

I prayed, still hammering, trying to scream out through my sobs, because I was sure Scottie was so fucked up tonight that he was going to kill my mum.

“PLEASE! I NEED HELP!”

I could barely see through the tears when the door of apartment six opened, and there he was. The tall, sinister man upstairs. He was in one of his suits, his striped navy tie hanging limp as he towered high. His eyebrows were pitted for a moment as he looked down at me through hard green eyes. I pushed my glasses up my nose to meet his stare, and managed to suck in enough breath that he could hear my words.

“Scottie has got my mum in the kitchen, and he’s choking her. PLEASE, please, come and help me. Please, save my mum!”

I was so relieved when he stepped out and raced ahead of me. He took the stairs three at a time, on a mission as he ran, already storming through our open front door by the time I got back to our floor. I’d only just made it to our hallway when Scottie came sailing across into the living room, clattering over the coffee table. It bust underneath him as he hit the deck, and I hoped his rotten legs were broken too, but unfortunately not. He hitched up on his elbows, unscathed.

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I had a dirty secret… Since I was a little girl, I dreamt of being bitten by a vampire.

I had always been desperate to feel cold, hard fangs in my neck, and have the blood sucked out of me by a beautiful creature of the night.
But when a vampire chased me through dark London streets, my bare feet pounding along mossy cobblestones as I ran, I quickly realized just how dangerous my fantasies were.

Hans Jacob Weyer was faster than me, and he didn’t care that my body wasn’t willing to be his victim. He pinned me to the wall that night and presented me with my first choice of many.

Choices that would tear my soul to the core and open trapdoors in my mind I never knew I had.

Family chains with a twisted path of torment and beauty. Openings to a new world I never knew existed; a world of witches and sages, and spirits of the dead.

And vampires…

Author’s note: As always, this is a Jade West novel – only this time it’s a paranormal one. Turns out vampires have some very filthy traditions. Please proceed with caution.

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Chapter One

I’d always loved Halloween. There was something about the scary costumes, the eerie thrill in the air, and the nights drawing in through the autumn that drove me wild. I loved cauldrons and broomsticks and ghost stories, but more than that – more than anything else – I loved vampires.

Yes. I, Katherine Jane Blakely, at eighteen years old, was still absolutely crazy about vampires. Just as I had been from a little girl.

I was pouring a wine for Frederick Brust when a group of the younger members came in through the main entrance. They were out on a guys’ social after a polo game earlier, and usually I’d have given them little more than a polite hello as they got seated and ready to order some drinks, but tonight was different. They were dressed up in Halloween costumes, even though there was still a whole week to go, and Max Eggerton, the very hottest young guy of the bunch, was dressed up as Dracula.

Max’s fangs were shitty white plastic, and the fake blood dripping down his chin was almost as cringeworthy as the flimsy red satin cape around his shoulders, but that didn’t matter. The very sight of fangs gave me tingles right the way up my arms. He looked twenty times better to me as an immortal vampire than he did as the young, hot kid on the block. Even in a cruddy costume.

He stepped up to the bar along with Stephan as soon as I’d handed the merlot to Frederick.

“What can I get you?” I asked them.

Stephan leant forward, checking out the selection of spirits despite the fact he already knew them by heart. The people here at Regency Gentlemen’s Club were the same crew of posh guys every single weekend. I almost laughed out loud at Stephan when I got to check out his costume in greater detail. He was clearly supposed to be a mummified corpse, but in reality he was swirled up in shabby toilet roll.

I was dressed in white myself, but my outfit was the total opposite of shabby. I was in a barmaid’s uniform of the highest calibre, fitting me nice and neatly. My hair was up in a tight, dark bun to make the most of the neatness. Understated, but nicely natural.

I always needed to look prim and perfectly proper in this role. A little mascara would do ok, but that was about all. Even my lipstick was nothing more than a natural sheen.

“I’ll go with a gin and Coke, please, Katherine,” Stephan told me.

I got another tingle as I looked at Max standing beside him. His teeth appeared even worse up close, but that made no difference. Plastic fangs still made my heart race.

My eyes were on Max’s mouth as Stephan ordered drinks for the rest of their group, on autopilot as I presented the bottles and glasses on the counter. My fingers were jittery on the bar tab screen as I tapped in their totals, still eyeing up the crappy red cloak around Max’s shoulders as he disappeared with their tray of drinks.

I was so caught up in the approaching Halloween air that I hadn’t noticed Hans appear at the bar. He was a pale, tall figure with the most glorious dark hair I’d ever seen. Way, way more worthy of my attention than Max Eggerton ever could be, fake fangs or not.

Hans Jacob Weyer was his full name.

When I noticed him there I knew I’d fucked up – ignoring a club member who was waiting to order drinks. Inadvertently or not, it made no odds. It was incompetent. If my manager Eliza caught me, I’d be getting a stern telling off when the night was through.

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It’s been three years since I set foot in Club Explicit, and three long years since I set eyes on Andy Morgan.
He doesn’t want me here, doesn’t want to know me, doesn’t want to even hear my name.
But I’m back on his doorstep, in his office, in his life… with a suitcase full of dirty bad secrets.

Faye Devere is out to claim her old life back. Three years in Italy have come at a heavy price, and she’s running back to the only anchor she has left: her fifty-fifty share of Club Explicit, and the man she left to pick up her pieces.
But Andy Morgan’s long over it. Long over her.
Club Explicit is his baby now. His club, his rules, his way.
Andy’s not a man who shares easily. And certainly not with the woman who upped and left without so much as a goodbye.

When your battlefield is London’s horniest playground, and sex is the sole weapon left in your arsenal, it’s only a matter of time before the fight gets dirty… and the secrets get dirty bad.

WARNING: As is always the case with Jade West novels, please proceed with caution. The book contains hardcore BDSM and sexual practices that may offend some readers. Please use your own discretion. Most definitely 18+ on

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Chapter One

Faye

Club Explicit’s double wooden doors looked surprisingly innocent in the daylight. For me they were always in darkness, illuminated only by the sombre glow of dull street lighting and the seedy reflection of red neon. My fist hovered in mid-air. No. Knocking wouldn’t do. I ferreted around my handbag until my fingers closed around the jangle of keys. I remembered the one I needed, but the doors didn’t. They held firm. New locks.

Shit.

I took a step back to stare up at the unmarked facade. No signs of life, but that was to be expected on a Friday afternoon. I skirted the building, weaving through the wheeled bins and beer boxes until I found the staff entrance.

Bingo. My staff key still worked. My nerves jangled louder than the keys. I took a breath. Just like old times. No big deal.

The door opened with a familiar creak, and I was in the same old side hallway. Drinks signs and cleaning supplies, sex toys in boxes, and the same old kitchen with the same old kettle. Some things never change, but some things do.

I didn’t recognise the girl with the green hair at the kitchen counter. She was scrubbing out a couple of mugs, a heavy thump of bass sounding from her plugged ears. Pierced brows rose high as she turned to grab a towel, and she jumped backwards, sending the coffee jar tumbling.

“Jesus Christ!” She yanked the cords and her earplugs fell loose. I recognised the tune, one from Explicit’s regular playlist right back from when we opened. “You scared the jeebies out of me!” She swept up the coffee grains with a tut. “We’re closed. If you’re after membership you’ll have to apply online.”

It really had been a long time. “I don’t need membership.” I smiled. “I’m Faye. Faye Devere.”

The girl’s green eyes widened, and I admired the way they matched her hair. Her lip ring glinted as she struggled for words. “He’s upstairs. Through to the back, past the playrooms, third door on the...”

“On the right. I know.” I gestured to the coffee pot. “I take mine black, two sugars.”

Her hands skittered for another mug. “I’ll bring one up with Mr Morgan’s.”

“Please do.” I held out a hand, and she shook it well. “What’s your name?”

“Topaz. I work the bar.”

“Thank you, Topaz.”

I smirked as I made my way upstairs. Topaz. Crystal. Lady fucking Scarlet. So many made up names to so many faces. I’d be Faye from now on. Just Faye.

Magpie, my pretty girl. One for sorrow, two for joy. Three for a girl, and four for a really hot fucking time, sweet bird of mine.

Magpie no more. Only Faye.

The staff door swung open at the side of the bar and the sight knocked my breath. He’d replaced the lights. They were now neon blue and violet, reflecting from the mirrored bar top. The floor was different, too. Black polished marble with flecks of silver. The seats were the original burgundy brocade in the swatches I’d picked out; the same tables, too.

The main floor had been kitted out in posh lights. Spots and strobes from the looks, with a mechanised hoist system for the shackles. The St. Andrew’s bondage cross was the one I’d chosen, and so were the drapes behind it, the rest was alien. New.

Three years suddenly seemed a bloody long time.

I didn’t knock on Andy’s office door. After all, it was my office, too.

His head was buried in paperwork, and he didn’t even look up.

“Thanks, Topaz.” He gestured at the desk top. “Just drop it here.”

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It’s an amazing thing, being a wedding planner, when you’ve been dreaming of a big day of your own since being a little girl. But it’s not so amazing when the love of your life leaves you for another woman. My dreams have all deserted me, and I’m alone in a new town when I meet him. The stranger at the bar. Anthony Bradstone is everything I ever wanted. A prince, right from the start. A shining star, successful and loving. Committed, brilliant, generous. Mr Perfect. But the brightest stars have the darkest shadows, and Ant’s love comes with… conditions. That’s how one stranger in my bed turns to several, and those several turn into a whole lot more. **** Warning: This is a very dark romance. There are themes of coercion, conflicts of emotions, and difficult situations from the past. Please proceed with caution.
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The first dance is always so magical to watch. Georgie’s arms are around Kieran’s neck, both of them swaying to the beat with eyes full of love. She looks glowing in her gorgeous white dress, rhinestones sparkling under the lights.

My eyes tear up as I watch them from the side of the dance floor, only this time it’s not with joy for the happy couple. I’m smiling as best as I can, but I can’t help the pain inside me tonight, wishing it was me up there sharing my first dance with the man I love. But no. The man I love left me for another woman just under a year ago. And he’s marrying her today.

I try not to think about the parallel of Jack and Susie sharing their first dance right about now. Picturing my ex’s face as he looks at his new wife like she’s a goddess is enough to make me feel sick, it hurts so bad. I spent almost a decade at Jack’s side with promises and dreams of a one day that never came, yet Susie got hers less than twelve months after he left me to be with her. It still chews me up and keeps me awake at night.

I loved him. I wanted him. I lost him.

The whole town I grew up in knows about it, too.

It’s hard not to feel like shit about yourself when everyone else is speculating on why you got dumped by the man who was your everything. So many people whispering rumours of how great Susie is in bed, and how loudly Jack sings her dirty praises to his friends.

The sorry thing is that a sad little part of me believes every nasty word they said.

Thank God I took the opportunity of the relocation at work, and upped and left for somewhere new. And here I am, now. Just a few weeks into starting over. A new life all on my own.

I collect my thoughts, pushing myself back into the job at hand. Georgie and Kieran should be the only ones on my mind tonight. Jack and Susie should be nothing to me. Not anymore.

I’m not expecting Georgie to head my way after the first few dances, but she does. She takes my hand in hers and squeezes tight with a grateful smile. It makes me feel guilty and ashamed for not being genuinely happy for her.

“Honestly, Cass, thank you so much! I was so worried when you stepped in and took over from Beverley, but you’ve been amazing. AMAZING!”

It’s a relief to hear. Transferring to another branch was always going to be risky. Introducing myself to clients already in the process of planning their big day and gaining their trust was a daunting task, but I’m succeeding. It’s one thing I have to be proud of, at least.

Georgie doesn’t stay with me long, grabbed by one of her sisters who pulls her back to the dance floor. I let my smile drop, thankful that I don’t have to keep up the happy for you act, because I’m struggling with every minute.

A waitress passes by and offers me a glass of prosecco. I wouldn’t usually drink on a work night, but fuck it, I take one. My wedding planner tasks are pretty much finished, everything having gone perfectly to plan.

The fizz of prosecco doesn’t help my mood all that much, but I finish my drink and take another glass anyway. Screw it. Everyone is caught up in the party, and I’m redundant from here on in.

I always stay until the very end in case of emergencies, so tonight I kick my own inner demons in the face and make the most of it. It only takes a few minutes before I finish up drink number two and take a third glass of prosecco from a waitress, despite the fact I rarely drink. I’m already a little way past tipsy, but I’m losing the ability to care. My senses are hazier than they should be, small talk becoming more and more distant as the room empties, even though the party lights are still going strong.

It’s when Georgie and Kieran make their exit for the passion of their wedding night that I truly relax and take a seat at the bar, promising myself I’ll finish my glass of prosecco and head off to my hotel room, and I mean it, until a man comes and takes a seat at the bar beside me.

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