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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 22709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)

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Having grown up on the wrong side of town, Jamal is no stranger to facing prejudice and stereotypes. But he never gave up on his dream, and worked hard to achieve it - going from a life of scraping together money to get by, to a position at a prestigious wealth management firm. It isn’t until he meets Geo that he realizes there may be a piece missing from his dream life; someone to share it with. Though Jamal and Geo have lived seemingly opposite lives, they share kindred souls. In one another, they find someone to not only love the skin they’re in, but the hearts that beat beneath it.
**This insta-love, quick-read M/M romance is full of sweetness and steam. It contains no cliffhangers, and a very happy HEA!

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Chapter One

Jamal

“That should do it for the paperwork,” Jennifer, the Human Resources representative, told me as she tucked the stack of sheets into her briefcase. I’d filled out and signed so many papers, I probably killed a poor redwood. “If you follow me to the conference room, I’ll get Geo to show you around the office.”

I stood up from my seat, my legs aching from sitting so long. It felt as if I’d been filling out paperwork for days, even though it had probably only been a couple of hours. But any discomfort or negative thoughts disappeared when we made our way down a carpeted hallway and approached a long glass wall.

Through it, I could see dozens of people tucked behind cubicles, working with their heads ducked down as they typed furiously. But it wasn’t until Jennifer opened the door leading into the large room that the sound of clacking keys and ringing telephones hit my ears. It made my heart race. This is what I had been working towards for so long; what I’d been dreaming of for most of my lifetime.

After twenty-four years of struggling through life, trying to scrape up enough money to get by, I was now living my dream, having accepted a job at the wealth management firm of Smith & Sons.

As I followed Jennifer through the maze of employees, only a few of them acknowledged me with a look or a nod. But I didn’t expect them to; they were busy with their own workloads and deadlines.

We reached yet another glass wall; rather, an enclosed room within the room, surrounded by all glass walls. I loved the open design and floor plan, and that everyone could easily be seen; there was nothing to hide, and everyone was equal.

Jennifer held open the door with one hand, ushering me inside with the other. I passed her and took a seat at the elongated table in the center of the space. Without a word, she left me alone, allowing the door to close behind her.

I was exposed but comfortable; anyone could see inside, but nobody seemed to notice. They were all working diligently. I tapped my fingers against the wooden tabletop, imagining I’d have countless meetings around it. I couldn’t wait to get started. As soon as Geo ‘showed me around’, I hoped to hit the ground running.

I hadn’t met Geo yet, but I assumed he was one of the more senior members of the staff, since he had the responsibility of training me. So I was surprised when I saw a young man approaching - a gorgeous young man.

His skin was fair and creamy, the exact opposite of my dark brown complexion. Even his hair was so platinum blond it was almost white, but it didn’t wash him out. The light color only highlighted his piercing blue eyes. He was exactly the type of man I was attracted to - the type I’d tried to hide from all my life.

He walked into the room, and he did a double take when his gaze landed on me. I was used to it; I could be an intimidating figure. I stood up to greet him, and his pretty eyes widened as he raked them up and down my body.

He was on the tall side, yet my six-foot-four frame still towered over him. My frame was nearly double the width of his slim shoulders and hips. I offered my hand and greeted, “It’s nice to meet you, Geo. I’m Jamal.”

Geo was still and silent for a moment before he cleared his throat and muttered, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting you to be…” his words trailed off, but I didn’t need to hear them to understand; I’d heard them many times before. He shook his head as if realizing what he’d said out loud before extending his hand, but I quickly retracted mine.

Though convinced I already knew the answer, I asked through gritted teeth, “Would this have anything to do with the color of my skin?”

Geo swallowed hard. “That’s definitely part of it.”

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Farming flows through Jersey’s veins. As soon as he could walk, he was planting seeds and harvesting crops, just like generations of his family before him. He loved the land. He knew the land. But he didn’t know what was happening to it. It was quickly dying, and threatening to take his livelihood and family’s legacy along with it.

After hearing news that other demigods had found earthbound mates, Timber (son of Chloris, goddess of flowers and new growth) made the journey from the Elysian Fields with hopes of finding his true love. Upon their meeting, he comes face to face with hardship and danger greater than either of them could have imagined, but also a love that blooms more beautifully than the gardens of the gods.

**This insta-love, quick-read M/M romance is full of sweetness, steam, and a hint of danger. It contains no cliffhangers or cheating, and a very happy HEA!

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Prologue

Jersey

“What am I doing wrong?” I asked myself for probably the hundredth time over the past few weeks. And just like the first ninety-nine times, I had no answer.

I’d lived on this farm my whole life, just like many generations of my family who came before me. For over thirty years, I worked alongside my father, who taught me how to care for the land. As soon as I could walk, I was planting seeds, tilling the soil, and harvesting crops. I knew this land. But I had no name for this.

While there had been some lean years when production wasn’t what we hoped for, I had never seen anything like what lay before me; huge sections of blackened earth, as if it had been charred by fire.

But I knew that was impossible; living on this farmland, I would have seen the flames and smelled the smoke. I would have had to take action to put the flames out. A fire causing this damage was out of the question, as was everything else I could think of.

All I had was a mystery, and ever-growing concern. If I didn’t figure out the cause soon, it would be too late. All of my crops would die, and I would lose my home, my livelihood, and my family’s legacy. I need help.

Chapter One

Timber

I sighed as water trickled from my watering can to the soil of the fern hanging from my porch. Sure, I could enrich the dirt and grow my plants with a simple snap of my fingers, but something about caring for them by hand soothed my soul. Or at least, it usually did.

But today, and for the past couple of weeks, I just felt…off. Like I had an itch at the back of my brain that I just couldn’t scratch. At first, I thought it was my body signaling to me that it was time to move on. Since I’d come to Earth from the Elysian Fields, I rarely stayed in one place longer than a few months. It was impossible for someone to find what they were searching for if they weren’t actually moving and searching.

But for nearly a year, I’d called Rose Valley my home. I was surrounded by beautiful rolling hills, rich soil, plenty of sunshine, and smiling faces when I went into town. There was nothing here not to love. The only thing I was missing was the thing that brought me here in the first place, and that was love. Like many other demigods, after hearing news that the sons of Poseidon, Hades, and Ares had found earthbound mates, I rushed here myself in hopes of finding the same.

And so, I traveled the world, helping the land and people who cared for it along the way, all while searching for my other half. As much as I loved this area, I craved my soulmate more, and I knew it was time to move on. But for some reason, the thought caused sourness in my stomach. And that feeling is what kept me here for so long.

I emptied the rest of my water onto the beautiful red hibiscus flowers that lined my porch. When I first moved into the rental home, the garden was neglected, lifeless, and shriveling. With some tender loving care, I’d brought it back to full blooming glory. I didn’t take the easy way out by using my gifts or powers. There was something special about using patience and gentility to assist the earth to do what it does best. Seeing the flora reawaken and thrive was the greatest reward I could imagine.

But reviving flowers by hand took time. So why were these red petals now becoming more vibrant before my eyes? Why were they fully unfurling, nearly doubling in size? It wasn’t just the hibiscus; all of the plants surrounding me brightened, vibrating in the soil.

My ears perked at a crunching sound in the distance. I looked towards the noise to find a blue pickup truck coming down my gravel drive. I didn’t know anyone who drove that kind of vehicle. I didn’t recognize the license plate or the face behind the windshield. My brain didn't know this person, but my soul did.

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Pretty in Pink Read Online Jayda Marx http://www.ilovenovels.com/pretty-in-pink-read-online-jayda-marx-2 Mon, 12 May 2025 18:28:02 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/pretty-in-pink-read-online-jayda-marx-2 Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Jayda Marx Advertisement

Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)

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I’ve been truly blessed in life. Professionally, I have a job I enjoy, and which also pays the bills and then some. Personally, I have the best son anyone could ask for. Henley is sweet as pie, and the best moments of my life have been spent raising and caring for him. But Henley is grown now, and though he’ll always need his dad, he has found the most incredible partner in his Daddy, Amir.

I couldn’t be happier for the pair, but I also can’t deny the void I feel when watching their interactions; especially during Henley’s “little time”, which I’ve only seen on a few occasions. The love and care between them make my heart ache with desire.

If it weren’t for witnessing his and Amir’s relationship, I may have thought my desire was to father another child. But I felt way too fucking old for that. I was forty three and the thought of starting over with a made my head ache.

Besides, I now understood I didn’t want to be a father again. What I actually wanted was to be a Daddy. I wanted to care for my special someone in a special way; to meet their needs how only a Daddy could. I wanted to give snuggles and advice. I wanted to prepare dinners and warm baths, and buy fun toys for playtime.

Once the realization sunk in, it was relentless. It became a persistent thought that demanded attention; an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. One evening when Henley and Amir were visiting, my son fell asleep on the couch. Amir and I were sharing random conversations when I looked him in the eyes and blurted out, “I think I’m a Daddy.”

The words surprised me; not just because of the way they flew out of my mouth, but the fact I said I am instead of I want to be. Maybe deep down and subconsciously I already knew. The words didn’t seem to shock Amir, though; he simply smiled and nodded.

Amir did appear somewhat surprised when I told him about my sexuality. I’d been “out” as bisexual for over a decade. It wasn’t something I tried to hide, but it also wasn’t something that came up in conversation often. Plus, I had a son, so I could see why he’d assume I was straight.

But, I had been with both men and women in the past, though I hadn’t been with anyone for quite some time. And when I did, it was more of a fling or hookup. I hadn’t been in a real relationship in two decades. My attention had been on Henley and my career instead.

When it came to my ideal little, gender didn’t matter to me. What I craved was connection. I wanted to guide and care. And I needed to be needed.

**Follow Ford on his journey to becoming a Daddy, and finding his own sweet and sassy little. This angst-free story is full of touching moments, little time, and steamy scenes. It contains no cliffhangers or cheating, and has a very happy HEA!

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Prologue

Ford

“Nope; can’t do it,” I muttered as I pulled into a gas station parking lot. It was the third time I’d stopped already. My drive should have taken around twenty five minutes, but I was already an hour in, and still several miles from my destination.

But that was nothing compared to the time it took me to decide to make the drive in the first place. It had been months since the notion first entered my mind. And it all started with an internet search.

Actually, it wasn’t even a search; it was an accidental discovery. Until recently, my son Henley lived at home with me. He shared my space and also my computer. He wasn’t the best at clearing his browser history, so I accidentally ran across several things; blogs, internet searches, online stores. All of which highlighted his interest in age play.

At first, I wasn’t even sure what those words meant. But after stumbling across the articles and information he’d left pulled up, I gained a better understanding of the lifestyle, and why Henley was drawn to it.

My son was a bit nervous and unsure by nature. He craved a guiding hand and kind spirit to help him through life; someone who would make him feel cared for and protected, and could nurture his playful little side. Henley found that person in his Daddy Amir.

Amir was everything I hoped Henley would someday find. He was protective, honest, and loyal in both his professional life as a police officer, and as a partner to my son. It was a pleasure to watch him care for Henley, both in everyday life and during his ‘little time’. I had only seen those moments on a few occasions, but they were beautiful. I saw Henley’s playful spirit shine through while Amir supported and loved him - every part of him.

Watching their interactions (along with the extended internet searches) stirred something within me; a longing for the type of connection they shared. The happiest times in my life were spent caring for Henley; supporting him and watching him grow into a wonderful young man. If it weren’t for witnessing his and Amir’s relationship, I may have thought my desire was to father another child. But I felt way too fucking old for that. I was forty-three and the thought of starting over with a newborn gave me a headache.

Besides, I now understood I didn’t want to be a father again. What I actually wanted was to be a Daddy. I wanted to care for my special someone in a special way; to meet their needs how only a Daddy could. I wanted to give snuggles and advice. I wanted to prepare dinners and warm baths, and buy fun toys for playtime.

Once the realization sunk in, it was relentless. It became a persistent thought that demanded attention; an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. One evening when Henley and Amir were visiting, my son fell asleep on the couch. Amir and I were sharing random conversations when I looked him in the eyes and blurted out, “I think I’m a Daddy.”

The words surprised me; not just because of the way they flew out of my mouth, but the fact I said I am instead of I want to be. Maybe deep down and subconsciously I already knew. The words didn’t seem to shock Amir, though; he simply smiled and nodded.

With that, the floodgates opened. I told him all about the things I was feeling, and what exactly I was interested in. It wasn’t awkward at all; Amir was kind and easy to talk to. I also knew without a doubt that he was a permanent part of my son’s life, and that made him my family.

Amir did appear somewhat surprised when I told him about my sexuality. I’d been “out” as bisexual for over a decade. It wasn’t something I tried to hide, but it also wasn’t something that came up in conversation often. Plus, I had a son, so I could see why he’d assume I was straight.

But, I had been with both men and women in the past, though I hadn’t been with anyone for quite some time. And when I did, it was more of a fling or hookup. I hadn’t been in a real relationship in two decades. My attention had been on Henley and my career instead.

When Amir asked me how I envisioned my little, I answered with: playful, loyal, and a little sassy. I’d been blessed with a son who was sweet as pie, which made raising him a breeze. But when it came to my little, I craved a touch of spice. Gender didn’t matter to me. What I craved was connection. I wanted to guide and care. And I needed to be needed.

Amir told me about a gay fetish club on the far side of town that hosted ‘open nights’ once a month. He said he’d visited on a few occasions, long before he met Henley. The club was open to men who were looking to explore the lifestyle, but weren’t ready to apply for membership.

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Fight for You Read Online Jayda Marx http://www.ilovenovels.com/fight-for-you-read-online-jayda-marx Fri, 06 Dec 2024 20:22:53 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/fight-for-you-read-online-jayda-marx Genre: College, Insta-Love, M-M Romance Authors: Jayda Marx Advertisement

Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)

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Avery is no stranger to bullying; not only from within his own home, but from his classmates as well. He assumed once he started college, his peers would mature and his worries would be over, but he couldn't be more wrong; rude remarks and hurtful words turn to physical altercations, and Avery needs to learn to protect himself.

Troy, a retired heavyweight boxer, is awestruck when a gorgeous young man enters the gym where he works as a trainer. Troy immediately takes Avery on as a client, and after one lesson, he's drawn to do more than teach and protect him.

But Avery has to protect his heart as well as his body, and has built walls which Troy must climb to discover secrets and surprising shared needs. If they're willing to fight for each other, their love could be a knockout.

This low angst story is full of sweet moments and steam. It contains no cheating or cliffhangers and has a very happy HEA! *Trigger warning - this story contains instances of body shaming and mention of physical and sexual assault.

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Prologue

Avery

I peered out the window as I walked down the long hallway which separated my classes. The campus was beautiful, and it was my favorite time of year; the scorching heat of summer was gone, and autumn’s chill was creeping in.

The leaves on the maple trees around campus were changing from green to brilliant shades of orange and red. A gentle breeze shook them, and some tumbled to the grass below.

I grunted when a force slammed against me, rocking me back on my heels. Thankfully, I was able to stay on my feet, but I dropped the books I was carrying.

“Watch where you’re going, Manorexia,” a familiar voice barked.

I sighed in defeat. I wasn't a stranger to insults. I was on the short side and very slim, partially due to a health condition I'd had all my life. But bullies never cared about the reasons. They only wanted to point out my differences. Unfortunately, I also wasn't a stranger to these particular bullies; Riley Shultz and Brant Ferguson. They'd been a thorn in my dick since high school.

Lord only knew how the two of them made it into college in the first place. They were both as dumb as a box of turds. I assumed it had something to do with their families’ wealth, and the rumored sizable donation they'd made to the university.

“Wow, I haven't heard that one before,” I replied sarcastically with an eye roll, as I bent to pick up my books. “Did you stay up all night thinking of it?”

“Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, Skeletor?” Two heavy hands landed on my shoulders and shoved me back. I fell onto my ass, dropping my belongings once more.

I gulped hard and looked up, finding the two men looming over me. Riley smirked and cracked his knuckles as my heart thumped wildly. These guys had made fun of me for years. They'd shoved me around countless times, but this felt…different; menacing. They were older and bigger, and looked angrier.

Laughter drew my attention to my right, where three young women appeared from around a corner. One of the girls’ eyes widened when they landed on me. “Hey, are you alright?”

“He tripped,” Brant replied before I could say anything. He gripped my shirt collar and roughly yanked me to my feet. Riley collected my books, which he slammed into my chest. To our onlookers, the guys would appear helpful, but I felt the threat bubbling beneath their actions.

The threat became clearer when Riley picked up my pencil and leaned in closer to whisper, “Watch your back.” He snapped the pencil and dropped the pieces to the floor before turning to the girls. “Can we walk you beautiful ladies to class?”

“Sure,” they answered through giggles, and Riley and Brant hurried to their sides.

As they disappeared again, I overheard the women telling them they were “so sweet” for helping me out.

I'd roll my eyes again if I weren't so freaked out. It was obvious that the duo had the desire and ability to beat the hell out of me. They were bigger, stronger, and tougher. I had to do something to protect myself.

Chapter One

Troy

“Great session today,” I told my client Jason as he grabbed his gear bag. “Your form is really coming along. You’ll be fight-ready in no time.”

He slung his bag over his shoulder, and a proud smile crossed his sweat-soaked face. “Thanks, Mac.” With a wave, he headed for the exit.

Jason was my last client for the day, so I grabbed my own bag and started to leave as well, when my attention was snagged by someone standing at the counter in the entryway. I’d never seen the man before; I certainly would have remembered.

The man was short and slim, and didn’t look like the gym’s typical clientele. He did, however, look like just my type, so I sauntered my nosey ass right up to the counter to see what the little cutie was doing.

I reached his side in the middle of his conversation with Caleb, the gym manager. “...So, I would like to sign up for training as soon as possible.”

Caleb flipped through the schedule in front of him. “You’re welcome to sign up for the open gym hours, but all of our trainers are pretty booked up. It’s a busy time of year, but I can probably squeeze you in next month-”

“I…I can’t wait that long,” Cutie replied sadly. He must have been on an upcoming fight ticket, though if that were the case, I was unsure why he didn’t have a trainer already. “Is there another gym closeby?”

There was no way in hell I was going to let him go so soon. I was invested in his story, even though I hadn’t even heard it. I was also invested in the sight of his cute little ass in his gym shorts. Was that a professional thought? No. Did that keep me from having and enjoying it? Also no.

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Daddy Bear Read Online Jayda Marx http://www.ilovenovels.com/daddy-bear-read-online-jayda-marx Thu, 22 Aug 2024 20:04:40 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/daddy-bear-read-online-jayda-marx Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal Authors: Jayda Marx Advertisement

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Weldon is a homebody who enjoys a simple life. He prefers to spend his time strolling through the woods in bear form, or relaxing in the cabin he built with his own hands. Though he could easily live off of the land, he does venture out into town once in a while to “gather supplies”, though his true hope is to find his fated mate beyond the border of the forest. Weldon never expects a beautiful young man to – literally – fall into his arms one day while he’s out exploring the woods. His mate is in obvious need of tender care from a protective, loving Daddy bear.
A string of mistakes has landed Tatum alone, lost, and hungry. But Fate has a funny way of granting exactly what he needs when he’s delivered into a handsome stranger’s arms. The man immediately cares for him without question, but Tatum worries that will change when Weldon learns what brought them together in the first place. But the secrets he’s been hiding may be exactly what Weldon has been waiting for.

*This fluffy book contains a sexy bear shifter, age play, fated mates, sweet moments, and steamy scenes. My stories are low angst and insta-love. They follow relationships on the fast track, and have very happy HEAs!

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Chapter One

Weldon

Twigs snapped beneath my large paws as I made my way through the forest. I wasn’t traveling along one of the normal paths I’d beaten down over the years, so the ground was overgrown and rough.

But even though I didn't wander this way often, I knew every step of this land I had inhabited for decades. I wasn't exactly wandering, however; I was headed towards a specific location…I just didn't know where it was.

I was following the pull of my keen bear senses, which had never led me wrong. And usually, they led me to a trespasser. Even though my land was marked as private property, hikers still managed to stumble upon it. Most times, it was an honest accident. And very rarely, someone needed assistance.

Which is why I was clutching a backpack between my teeth. The bag held a change of clothes inside. If I ran across a hiker, I would shift back into my human form and get dressed before approaching them. Clothing didn’t fit my animal body, so I was always nude when I shifted. I didn't want to upset anyone, since some people found my bare ass more off putting than my bear ass.

Any time I found someone, if the hikers were up to no good, I would stay in animal form, and they'd receive a menacing growl to frighten them away. But if the trespassers appeared friendly and I was in a good mood, I'd let them take a few photos of me in bear form before I'd slip away and shift to speak with them to give them directions off of my property.

Usually, I had an indication of what awaited me. I could feel in the pit of my gut if someone was in trouble or if they were causing it. But today, I couldn't get a good read. All I knew was that I needed to keep moving.

That need escalated as I climbed a small hill. Something was luring me forward, and putting urgency into my steps. I moved quicker, my heavy paws slapping the ground and my claws digging into the dirt.

My breaths came faster, and a delectable scent hit my nostrils. It was sweeter than anything I'd ever smelled before. My mouth watered. My pulse raced. I had to find its source.

My nose led me to a tall oak tree. Its autumn leaves were beautiful shades of red and orange, but it didn't look any different from the ones surrounding it. It was different though; I could both sense and smell it.

I dropped my bag to the ground and stood up onto my back legs, digging my front claws into the tree's bark. I stretched my neck for a better sniff of the intoxicating aroma. I couldn't see amongst the thick branches and leaves, but something wonderful was up there. I licked my lips and lifted one back leg to begin climbing the trunk when a small voice froze me in place.

“Please,” it begged shakily, “Please don't eat me.”

My ears twitched, funneling in the precious sound. My nose went into overdrive, sniffing the sweet breeze as jubilant realization struck me; I'd been tracking my mate. The man I'd been waiting my whole life for, yet doubted I'd ever find, was mere feet above me. Granted, he was hiding from me in a tree, terrified I was going to eat him, but it was still a magical moment.

I hated to leave him, but not many humans knew of the shifter race. I didn't want to frighten him more by turning from a bear to a man before his eyes. So, I lowered myself to the ground, snatched my bag with my teeth, and hurried off to hide behind a closeby tree with a wide trunk.

My shift began; my claws retracted as my paws transformed into hands. My bones popped as my skeleton realigned and my skull morphed shapes. My wiry fur retreated, though I still had a layer of hair coating my thick body.

I unzipped the backpack and pulled on a pair of dark jeans and a cream sweater to block against the nip in the air. I skipped my socks, and shoved my bare feet into a pair of boots, not even bothering to tie the laces so that I could hurry back to my mate.

I quickly reached the tree once more, peering into the leaves. But before I could say anything, his voice called out to me, “Be careful! There's a bear running around out here. He might try to eat you! He tried to eat me!”

He was sweet to warn me, though he had no reason to fear. That bear would never hurt him, and would take down anyone who tried. “He was probably just curious,” I tried to soothe. “I'm sure he didn't want to eat you.”

“Oh, yes he did! He was big and fat and looked hungry!”

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Off Limits Read Online Jayda Marx http://www.ilovenovels.com/off-limits-read-online-jayda-marx Mon, 27 May 2024 20:57:34 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/off-limits-read-online-jayda-marx Genre: M-M Romance Authors: Jayda Marx Advertisement

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Richmond - The last time I saw Gavin Powell, he was a shy, nerdy kid headed off to college with his best friend Wade (who happens to be my son). Now he’s back four years later and he’s all man. He’s intelligent, confident, hilarious and hot as hell. And totally off limits. He’s my son’s best friend for shit’s sake. So why can’t I stop thinking about him?

Gavin - Ever since I discovered I was gay, I’ve had a crush on Richmond Holt, who happens to be my best friend’s dad. And I don’t mean an innocent school boy crush of blushes and giggles. I mean the raging, wet dream causing, fantasizing about our wedding kind of crush. I’ve always dreamed he would be mine, but he always saw me as the nerdy kid who hung around his son. So, I put those dreams on the back burner and went off to college, where I gained confidence, experience, and hell, I’ll just say it, a smoking hot body. I also got my degree and am starting a great new career. Now I see the way Richmond looks at me from across the room. I see the interest in his eyes...as well as the apprehension. But I know I can make him happy if he lets go of his memories of that nerdy boy and sees me as the man I am today. I’ve got him in my sights and am ready to make my lifelong dream of loving him a reality.

This low angst story is full of sweet moments and steam. It contains no cheating or cliffhangers and has a very happy HEA!

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Prologue

Gavin

I studied my reflection in the mirror once more, making sure my hair and outfit were perfect. I wanted to make the best first impression possible. It had been nearly four years since I last saw Richmond Holt, though not a day went by that I didn’t think of him.

He was the main reason I discovered my sexuality. At first, I wrote off my attraction to him as just being drawn to his charm, charisma, and humor. But it didn’t take long to recognize it was so much more than that. The moment I realized I was gay was the same moment I knew I was in love with Richmond. I pined over him for years, but never told him my secret.

For one, Richmond was my best friend Wade's dad. I did accidentally spill the beans to Wade one drunken night. After his initial shock, a hefty dose of confusion, and then a shit load of teasing, he accepted my feelings. He appreciated my honesty, and I was grateful I didn’t push him away with my admission. His friendship meant everything to me.

After he came to terms with everything, Wade had encouraged me on more than one occasion to tell his dad how I felt, but fear of rejection kept me from doing so. Most of my life, I’d been a scrawny, awkward nerd who had zero game when it came to men. I knew I’d never be good enough for Richmond until I became good enough for myself. I had to grow up and make some changes, so that’s exactly what I did.

Wade and I went off to college together four years ago. We shared a dorm room as we studied, partied, and learned as much about ourselves as our upcoming careers. Though Wade regularly went home on holiday breaks, I stayed on campus, keeping my distance from Richmond.

That didn’t keep me from asking about him; I drove Wade crazy with all of my questions. I mourned every time I heard Richmond was in a relationship, and celebrated his single days. All the while, I was working hard in school, making good grades, and eventually earning my degree in marketing with a minor in business.

But it wasn’t just my mind I was improving. I hit the gym daily, lifting and sweating until my body changed from weak and noodly to a tight, toned machine. Once I was comfortable in my skin and my confidence rose, I began to experiment.

The only experience I’d had up until that point were raging fantasies of Richmond, which usually culminated in wet dreams and sad longing the morning after. I wanted more. Granted, I wanted it with Richmond, but that wasn’t an option. And if it were to ever become an option, I wanted to be ready for him.

So, I had my fill of one night stands with guys who were just looking for a bit of fun. I learned tips and tricks while staying safe and never forming connections. Now I stood confident and ready for my future. I could only hope Richmond would be a part of it.

I nodded at my reflection and headed towards the kitchen to start on dinner. My stomach was tied in anxious knots. My years-long wait was over. I was finally going to see Richmond Holt again. I just hoped he finally saw me.

Chapter One

Richmond

I knocked on my son Wade’s front door, looking forward to seeing him, as well as his place. It had been a couple of months since I last saw the home, when I signed the rental agreement.

Wade had just graduated from college, and I wanted to give him a place to stay which was close to my home…without inviting him back into my home. I loved him dearly, but it was time for him to stand on his own two feet.

I was happy to help him by covering the cost of the apartment. It had been my idea, actually. I’d made a great life for myself, working hard over the years to climb the corporate ladder. I wanted to share my good fortune with my only son, while relieving his stress and giving him the best start at adult life.

Plus, I knew that once he found steady work, Wade would take over the rent payments. I just hoped he found a job he enjoyed, and was qualified for. Unfortunately, he didn’t follow in my footsteps in financial analytics, instead pursuing an art degree. There was nothing wrong with art, of course, but I knew nothing about it, or how to help him with his career path. But I could help him financially until he found his own way in life.

I wasn’t the only one looking after Wade. Gavin, his best friend since grade school, was going to be living with him. They’d been inseparable for years, even living as roommates as they attended college together.

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Sloan is the son of Ares, who is the god of battle and war. Sloan was raised and trained in Ares's realm, but was exiled when he came of age. His demigod status did not allow him to live amongst the gods - he has to earn his way back. He has dedicated his life to fighting to win his father’s favor, but is yet to earn it. When he finds his missing piece - his mate Lyric - Sloan hopes it is a sign that he is worthy of the life he has always dreamed of.

When Lyric went on a first date to a boxing match with a man he met online, he was hoping for a love connection. What he found was a judgemental tool. But all was not lost; Lyric ends up being swept away…by the boxer in the ring. It is the first in a string of incredible events which will change his life forever.

This low angst, quick read novella is full of sweet moments and steam. It contains no cheating or cliffhangers and has a very happy HEA!

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Chapter One

Lyric

I paced back and forth in front of the convention center, waiting for my date Brice to arrive. He’d told me to make sure I wasn’t late; that he hated tardiness, so I made sure to be half an hour early. But the event started in just a few minutes and Brice was nowhere to be found.

I was growing worried - for his safety, not about potentially missing the event. I wasn’t that excited for the date he’d picked; a boxing match. I didn’t share his love for the sport. I wasn’t much of a ‘sports guy’ to begin with, but I especially wasn’t a fan of fighting. I couldn’t relax while watching; I always worried people were going to get hurt.

But Brice said that if I wanted to go out with him, I needed to do things he enjoyed, so I agreed to meet him here. I hoped that he would want to do something I enjoyed for our second date…if he wanted a second date. I wasn’t sure he was going to show up for our first date.

I hadn’t had much luck in that department lately. I was a member of several different dating sites, and I traded messages with men fairly often, but actually meeting up with them was a different story. It wasn’t that I didn’t try; men just didn’t seem that interested in me.

So, I jumped at the chance to meet Brice in person. I craved a deep, true connection with someone. I hoped this date could be the beginning of something great…if the date had a beginning.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Brice approaching. I recognized him from his dating profile; he was tall and thin, and had shaggy brown hair and pretty green eyes.

I waved excitedly over my head. When Brice saw me, his shoulders slumped. He looked behind him, and I thought for a moment that he was going to leave. But, he turned around once more and approached. I wrote it off as no big deal…until he spoke.

“Lyric?” he asked, and I nodded as his lip curled into a sneer. “You don’t look like your picture.”

Surprised, I told him, “I just took it a couple of weeks ago.” I couldn’t imagine that I had changed in such a short amount of time. I also didn’t remember it being at a strange angle or anything; I thought it was a nice picture.

“Yeah, but you took it from the neck up,” Brice huffed. “It didn’t show all of that.” He waved his hand over my body and I finally understood the issue.

I wasn’t a small guy. I had a full figure and soft curves, which apparently were turn offs for Brice. I didn’t intentionally hide them from my dating profile photo; I was just trying to get a nice picture of my face, while trying to avoid an awkward body shot in the reflection of a mirror.

I thought my build would be obvious from my photo, and the way my round, stubble-covered cheeks overtook my light blue eyes when I smiled. But apparently, I was wrong. Unsure what else to do, I apologized for the confusion and asked Brice if he still wanted to continue with our date.

He gave a long sigh and shrugged. “I’m already here.” I hoped that after we spent some time together, he could overlook any flaws he saw in my body. We’d spoken a few times on the phone and he liked me enough to invite me out, so that had to be worth something.

Brice reached into his pocket and pulled out two slips of paper. I realized they were our tickets when he handed one over to me. “You owe me forty bucks.”

Oh. I was under the impression that the tickets to the fight were his treat, given that was what he told me, but I didn’t mind paying for my own. “I don’t have any cash on me; I usually just use my credit card for everything. But I’m sure there’s an ATM inside. I’ll withdraw forty to give you.”

“Great. In the meantime, can you get snacks at the concession stand? They take cards and I’m starving.”

“Oh…sure,” I replied with a smile. I was hoping he would join me for dinner after the fight, but I didn't want him to be hungry until then. “I can grab us something.”

“Us?” Brice moved his gaze up and down my body. “Do you really think you need the extra calories?”

My cheeks heated as I looked down at my soft body. Snacking surely did add to my figure. Maybe if I put a little more effort into my appearance, Brice would be more interested in a relationship with me. “You’re right, I probably don’t need anything. I’ll just get something for you.”

He nodded and we joined the line of people waiting to get into the venue. The queue was short, since the event would be starting soon and most people had already entered.

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Unchained Read Online Jayda Marx http://www.ilovenovels.com/unchained-read-online-jayda-marx Thu, 08 Feb 2024 08:24:28 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/unchained-read-online-jayda-marx Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Jayda Marx Advertisement

Total pages in book: 36
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Over one hundred years ago, Viggo was betrayed, cursed by dark magic, and buried alive. He’s been chained inside a small, dark box, fueled only by his hope that one day, his fated mate will hear his cries for help through their bond. He calls out constantly, receiving only silence in return…until one day, a voice answers back.

On his 21st birthday, Skyler is dealing with disappointment when he is stood up by a date (again). Men always want the fire he brings to the bedroom, but claim his fiery personality is too hot to handle. Time and time again, he ends up feeling used and discarded. But everything changes when he hears a desperate cry. Instead of unlucky in love, he finds himself eternally bound to a centuries-old, cursed vampire. What could go wrong?

*This low angst, insta-love paranormal story is for readers 18 and up! It is a blend of humor, heat, and heart. It contains no cheating or cliffhangers, and a very happy HEA!

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Chapter One

Skyler

I pulled my ringing phone from my pocket and groaned at the name Josh that flashed across the screen. The douche canoe was supposed to meet me at the restaurant, but had left me sitting there like a dumbass for hours waiting for him. But he never showed, and now that I was walking to my car alone and embarrassed, he had the audacity to call.

My thumb hovered over the ‘decline’ button, but I couldn’t press it. What if something had happened to him? What if there had been an emergency, and he was reaching out to apologize?

Hope danced in my stomach as I pressed the ‘accept’ button. “Hello?”

I could barely hear his reply of, “Hey, Sky,” over the music and laughter in the background.

I plugged my finger in my other ear and asked, “Where are you? It’s so loud.”

“I’m at my buddy Dave’s house. He throws killer parties.”

“A party? You blew me off for a party? We were supposed to have a date!”

“Yeah, I uh…I didn’t make it.”

“No shit,” I snapped, glaring at my phone and hoping he could feel the heat.

“But listen, I’m getting ready to leave here and thought you could swing by my place for…you know.”

Rage bubbled in my gut as realization struck. “That’s all you want me for, isn’t it?”

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised; Josh and I met on a dating app known for hookups. When we first met up, I was insanely attracted to him and we did end up going to bed together, but when he agreed to an actual date, I thought my luck was turning around. I thought I’d finally found someone who was interested in more than a romp before throwing me to the curb.

“Look, I’m not interested in anything serious with you. I didn’t even want to go on the date. I only agreed…”

His words trailed off, but I didn’t need them to understand. “You just wanted to get me in bed again.”

“Can you blame me? You are fire in the bedroom, but you’re too much to deal with for a relationship.” My eyes prickled at his blunt words. Even though I’d heard them before, they still stung. “So, are you coming over or not?”

“No,” I answered sternly. I never wanted to see him again. I wished I’d never met him in the first place, and I wished I’d never let him touch me.

“Fine. If you’re ever in the mood, feel free to drop by. Otherwise, good luck and take care, I guess.”

“You too,” I blurted out on instinct before I realized what I’d said. It was better than the shit wagon deserved. “And by ‘good luck’, I mean go fuck yourself. And by ‘take care’, I mean go fuck yourself.”

“Wow. That attitude of yours is why you’re going to die alone.”

The call cut off and I rubbed my aching chest. His words hurt; even worse than him ditching our date, which hurt a whole hell of a lot. I’d been used up and tossed away by countless guys, but this felt even worse. I had asked Josh out to dinner to celebrate my birthday because I didn’t want to spend another one alone.

My phone buzzed in my hand and I growled, “He better not be fucking calling again!” But when I looked down at the screen, I saw an alarm I had set to go off at this time; 11:59PM.

Technically, my birthday wasn’t until the following day, but I wanted to celebrate at midnight. I thought it would be fun for Josh and me to count down together, and maybe even share a kiss when I turned twenty-one. I thought it could be a fun, special moment for us.

But now it was just me, as usual. I sighed and rested my back against my car door as I watched the clock. I thought for a moment about going to a bar or club; to drink (legally) for the first time, and try to turn the night around.

But I quickly dismissed the idea. I’d just paid for a sympathy meal I could barely afford; I was trying to impress Josh with a fancy restaurant, which only backfired. It didn’t help that I ordered two desserts to dull my pain. I was broke, tired, and just wanted to go home, go to bed, and forget everything.

The moment my clock changed to 12:00, a piercing scream made me drop my phone as I slapped my hands over my ears, even though it didn’t dull the sound. I collapsed to my knees and whipped my head all around, but found that I was utterly alone in the alleyway.

I quickly realized the sound wasn’t coming from around me; it was ricocheting around my skull, coming from inside my own head. It blocked out my thoughts and made my brain ache. I removed my hands and looked at my palms, expecting to find that my ears were bleeding, but my hands were dry.

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Arrested Hearts Holiday Read Online Jayda Marx http://www.ilovenovels.com/arrested-hearts-holiday-read-online-jayda-marx Fri, 15 Dec 2023 11:43:48 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/arrested-hearts-holiday-read-online-jayda-marx Genre: Insta-Love, M-M Romance Authors: Jayda Marx Advertisement

Total pages in book: 15
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Christmas is here and the Arrested Hearts gang is ready to celebrate! Tyson is preparing a meal for all of his friends, Chris is up to naughty shenanigans, Jordan is enjoying his newfound success and acceptance with his hunky older husband, and Jonah has a special gift for everyone...and a very special reward for his boy. This feel good quick-read gives a spicy POV for each of the couples from the Arrested Hearts series (Gage & Tyson, Chris & Lyle, Mike & Jonah, and Sam & Jordan), as well as some laughs and sweet moments from the group. I hope you enjoy this extra peek into the lives of some of my favorite sexy, sassy men!

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Chapter One

Gage

A soft, feathery presence tickled across my face, making my nose twitch. I blinked awake, and when my eyes focused, I found my husband Tyson hovering above me, wearing a big smile and a Santa hat. He was rubbing the hat’s fluffy ball on my cheeks to wake me gently.

“Good morning, love,” he greeted before pressing a kiss to my lips. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, angel.” I gave him another kiss because why the hell wouldn’t I put my lips all over the most gorgeous man in creation? Then I turned my eyes to the clock on my nightstand and gasped. “Oh Tyson, I’m so sorry; I overslept! Did my alarm not go off? I know I set one!”

I had planned for my alarm to go off at six o’clock so that I could help Tyson prepare our holiday dinner. All of our friends from the force were coming over to celebrate. Of course, they chose us to host the meal, because my husband was also the most talented chef in creation. But it was already twenty minutes until eight and guilt churned in my stomach.

“I woke up around five,” Tyson replied. “I think I was too excited to sleep. I turned off your alarm because I wanted you to get some rest; you had a long shift yesterday.”

Ordinarily, I wouldn't have been able to sleep without Tyson's beautiful body wrapped around me like an octopus, but I must have been exhausted. In order to get the holiday off work, I picked up a double the day before. It was worth it to have Christmas off with Tyson and our friends, but it was a long shift for this old man. Still, Tyson took care of me, just like he always did.

Every day, I convinced myself that my husband couldn’t get any sweeter, but every day he continued to prove me wrong. He always put everyone’s needs ahead of his own, and showed his thoughtful care in countless little ways.

“Thank you, angel. Now I’m rested and ready to help you cook. I just hope we can get everything ready in time.”

“No worries,” he replied with a smile and a shrug. “I’ve got the turkey in the oven, the green beans simmering on the stovetop, and the bread dough is rising.”

That added a little more guilt into my gut, but I also knew Tyson loved to cook, so it wasn’t really a chore for him. The fact that he was going to feed all of his friends surely added to his excitement, which was probably why he woke up so early.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Tyson giggled and gave me another kiss. I could never get enough. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“There is one very important thing I need you to do.”

“Name it.”

“I need you to close your eyes and get ready for a very special gift.”

I blinked in surprise. “Another gift? Tyson, you didn’t have to do that! You already spoiled me rotten last night.”

When I got home after my shift, my husband and I had a celebration of our own. We wanted a quiet moment for just the two of us (four, if you count our dogs Axel and Koda, which, of course, Tyson did), before the chaos of the dinner hit.

We turned out the living room lights and sat next to our lit Christmas tree to exchange gifts. My angel made our pups some homemade treats and bought them enough toys to last the whole year, which is saying something, considering how destructive they could be with their chew toys.

Tyson gave me so many wonderful things as well, including a gear rack where I could hang my duty belt and vest, new tongs for my grill, and a red satin robe with my name stitched on the pocket.

“Trust me, you’ll like this one,” he told me with a wink. I had no doubt; everything he gave me was wonderful. “Close your eyes.”

I did so, wishing I had something else to give him, while also excitedly wondering what awaited me. I heard quite a bit of shuffling, a drawer opening and closing, and finally, Christmas music played through the air.

“Open your eyes.”

At Tyson’s command, my eyes not only opened but bulged wide, taking in the sight of my husband wearing his Santa hat along with a red robe that matched the one he bought for me.

He held the robe’s belt in his hands, spinning the fabric strips in time with the cheery song that played. I knew what was happening; my angel was blessing me with a sexy dance. He often did so on special occasions, like my birthday, Valentine’s Day, or random Tuesdays. I wasn’t sure if I’d receive one on such a holy day, but holy shit, I was thankful.

I sat upright in bed, resting my back against the pillow and getting comfortable for the show. Tyson spun the belt ends like propellers, making me dizzy from the motion and lust.

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