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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)

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Donnie Evers, Kissing Junction’s very own fire chief finally gets his story told. It’s hotter than all the rest, so far. As a single father of a precocious seven-year-old, he needed some help. Who knew placing an ad in the newspaper would change his life?

Verity King was trying to find a career, instead, she found herself and the love of her life. Who knew answering an old-school ad in the newspaper would change everything?

Welcome back to Kissing Junction. It’s been a while, but we hope you still find the sugary sweet slow burn then the spontaneous combustion of Donnie and Verity to be hot AF.

Be prepared for the backdraft of emotions

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Chapter One

Verity

“Stupid fucking dillhole, fucking can’t make up his mind. Doesn't want to be with me but won’t let a guy close enough to touch me. Getting all huffy puffy when men come around me. Motherfucker!” I mumble to myself as I stomp away from the most infuriating man I have ever met. I have been up for the last twenty-four hours working my ass off to make sure my big brother’s wedding was perfect.

Who the fuck has a wedding on a Wednesday anyway? Oh well, doesn't matter. It’s done and if it makes my brother happy, I’ll do it. I rocked the shit out of that wedding and now I am running on fumes.

“Ty, Uncle Gage has new cows! Baby cows, Ty! They are soooo cute.” I turn to see my sweet munchkin squealing as she comes running up to me. I can't help the smile that breaks free. She really is my everything, I have only been her nanny for a year but somewhere along the way I stopped thinking of her as just Donnie’s and started thinking of her as mine too.

“Oh, my goodness, well I think you're going to have to show me these baby cows,” I say as I grab her hand. She practically drags me over to the pasture and points out her favorite one. Thank God I live in heels or I would have broken my ankle on the way over here.

“Look Ty, isn't he cute? I am going to name him Sprinkles.” I hide my laugh as I look down at her. Only she would come up with a name like that for a male brown cow.

“That's a perfect name baby.” I say smiling down at her

“Do you want to name one?” She asks looking up at me with her big brown eyes. I put my finger to my lips and pretend like I'm thinking.

“Okay, but you have to help me pick a name. You pick the best names.” She gives me a huge smile.

“Which one do you like?” I say as she turns back around to look at the baby cows, until she finds one she likes.

“I like that one.” She points to a little black one, who is looking at us with his head tilted.

“That one is perfect. What should we call him? Milkshake?”

Giggling, she shakes her head no. “He looks like a brownie, we should call him that.”

“That sounds awesome. He most definitely looks like a brownie.” She turns around and beams up at me.

“When do we get cake? I love cake. What kind is it? Can I have two pieces?” I laugh and pick her up, sitting her on my hip as she asks a million questions at once.

“How about we go see how long it'll be til we can have some. I think that it is a chocolate cake. You can have one piece.” She juts out her lip and gives me those sad puppy dog eyes.

“But I want two, pleeease.” She begs.

“One and then you can have something when we get home.” She sighs dramatically and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Fine.” She really is the cutest thing ever. I start kissing her all over her face and she immediately starts to squeal and giggle. I can't help but giggle along with her. Her laughter is contagious and fills my heart with so much joy. I couldn't imagine life without her or her infuriating dad. I love them both, but fuck, he is making me question my sanity.

When I stop, she hugs me tight and I start walking towards the house. By the time we make it there, she is passed out with her head resting against my shoulder. I bypass everyone and go straight to the spare bedroom.

I've been to Gage's house over a hundred times, so I know exactly where I'm going. When I get into the room, I shut the door and go to put Victoria on the bed. She hugs me tighter in her sleep. She buries her face into my neck like she doesn't want me to let her go. She does this almost every night. I know it is because of her mother walking away from their family. Before me, she didn't have a stable mother figure. She was a shy little thing that didn't know whether to keep her distance or let me in. Luckily it was the latter. Now if only I could get her dad to stop being so stubborn.

“Shh... It’s okay Love Bug, I got you.” I whisper, rubbing her back, and she relaxes against me. I lay her down and take her shoes off before covering her up with a blanket. Giving her a kiss on the head I turn around only to let out a small gasp.

“Damnit D, I told you to stop doing that!” I hiss at him. I am still pissed at him for the little stunt he pulled at the wedding.

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August’s Angst – The President’s Daughters Read Online M.K. Moore, ChaShiree M http://www.ilovenovels.com/augusts-angst-the-presidents-daughters-read-online-m-k-moore-chashiree-m Tue, 28 Jan 2025 08:14:48 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/augusts-angst-the-presidents-daughters-read-online-m-k-moore-chashiree-m Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Insta-Love Authors: ChaShiree M, M.K. Moore Advertisement

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August
Keeping my diagnosis a secret is hard, but I'm not sure what else to do. It's for his own good that he doesn't know, right? I'm doing this alone because I have to.

Declan
Watching her become withdrawn and sickly, I should have known something was wrong. Instead, I think I blocked it, and I think the worst when she breaks up with me out of the blue.

Can August and Declan find their way back to each other? Back to the truth?

This is book 8 in The President's Daughters Series by ChaShiree M. & M.K. Moore.

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PROLOGUE

AUGUST

TWO MONTHS AGO

I never thought it would be me sitting in this chair, waiting for my entire life to be changed or to be told I could breathe a sigh of release. It’s not just the waiting; it is back in this very office, the same office where my mom received bad news after bad news until it stopped because her life ended. Hell, it's even the same doctor delivering the information to me. Ever since I stepped foot in this place an hour ago, my mind has been a movie reel going over everything from a time in my life when hope was fleeting and, most often, we survived on love and the friendship of others. To be honest, for me, it wasn’t just anyone. My life had no ‘after’ until the day Declan walked into the support group.

THIRTEEN YEARS OLD

I am sitting in this room surrounded by other kids who, like me, have parents who are battling a terminal illness. We are all from various races, backgrounds, socio-economic statuses, cities, grades, schools, and yet, diseases that take your family from you have ravaged all of our lives equally. Joining this group was the day I learned I, the child of a terminally ill patient, is not alone. We are all bonded over our grief, fear of losing our parents, and our utter feeling of being lost. So together, we all make up the Angst of Losing Teen group, funded by the hospital all of our parents attend for treatment. My little sister Connie is not old enough to attend, but the minute she is, I am going to make sure she comes. This is affecting her as well.

“Kids, I would like for you to meet Declan. He is new to our group and to this part of life. I expect all of you will welcome him and offer your support.” We all nod as a new frisson forms in our hearts to welcome another member. He looks around, obviously scared and unsure, hands in his pockets. My heart aches for him. If this is his first go-round, he has no idea what to expect, and to be honest, even years later, you still have no clue, but one minute, you're in remission; the next, it's back. It is a never-ending roller coaster of pain and upheaval.

“Hey, you can sit over here,” I tell him, waving my hands in the air. He looks my way and nods his head. When he sits, I expect us to go back to paying attention to the meeting, but he turns to me with his soul-deep chocolate eyes and smiles.

“Thanks. My name's Declan,” he says, holding his hand out. His name fits him. Putting my hand in his, I smile back.

“Nice to meet you, Declan. My name is August. Welcome to club angst.” his eyes soften. Yeah, buddy, trust me, it gets worse. But the day I met him, something got better, at least in my chest.

FIFTEEN YEARS OLD

“So what did she say?” I ask my mom, who just walked into the house. She has been in remission for the last six months, and although that is amazing, it doesn’t really count until you make it a year. Until that time, you go back every six or, in my mom’s case, due to the swift way it attacked her body, every three months for scans and bloodwork. The three of us have remained optimistic, and dollops of hope have trickled in with each positive update. It’s been nice to laugh and smile.

My mom and Declan’s parents have become great friends. Well, I guess they didn’t have a choice since he and I have been practically attached at the hip ever since he asked me to be his girlfriend at the end of last summer. His mom has been in remission since she finished her treatment at the beginning of this year, and so both houses have been celebrating. Now, I just want the bubble to stay full.

“The cancer is back, and it has spread to my bones.” Pop. I stumble back and grip on the chair behind me.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “No. She made a mistake. I mean, you look fine. We would have known. If you were in pain or feeling unwell, we would have. " My mom looks at me, guilt in her eyes, and it hits me. In the back of my mind, I am happy Connie is at school and isn’t here for this right now.

“You've been hiding it from us?” I cry out, completely shocked. “You have been lying about feeling better?”

“I did it to protect you, sweet girls. You have been so happy, smiling, laughing, the haunted eyes have been gone, I just…I wanted you to hold onto that for as long as possible.” I hear her. Logically, I know what she is saying makes sense, but we have been a team ever since my dad died when I was eleven and Connie was nine. He was a construction worker and in a freak accident, and the life insurance money make it so that my mom didn’t have to work, and my sisters and my college was taken care of along with the house being paid off.

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Total pages in book: 16
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November
Lincoln is my whole world. Our love was a whirlwind. Love at first sight. Kismet. Destiny. However you want to characterize it, it was amazing. He showed me more in a few weeks than I had seen in my short existence; all of it begins and ends in his arms with his love. Then he asked the one thing all girls dream of and suddenly, I am no longer sure of anything. Is it me getting in my own way? Or have I missed the clues? Either way, Lincoln is all I want.

Lincoln
My November. So sweet, innocent, smart and sexy. Running into her was a gift from heaven. All I have wanted to do is take care of her. Give her anything her heart desires and breed her. So, I made the first step and asked her to be my wife. I thought it would be smooth sailing, but then it seemed everything I did was wrong or made to be something it wasn’t. I know my family is an issue, and I will deal with them, but her doubt…that could be the end of us. November is my heart. I just need her to remember it.

This is book 11 in the President’s Daughters Series by ChaShiree M. & M.K. Moore

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PROLOGUE

NOVEMBER FOWLER

On the morning of my Freshman Orientation at Delaware University. I met a man. He was tall, with red hair and a chiseled jawline. He exuded an air of confidence that drew me in immediately. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but he swept me off my feet with his charming smile and smooth words. However, it didn’t feel like he was using recycled lines on me—lines he’s used a thousand times before.

When he asked me out earlier today, I was hesitant. I had just gotten to college and wasn't sure if I was ready for a relationship. I mean, my first class isn’t even until tomorrow morning, but I kept seeing him all over campus as if he were purposely crossing my path. The second time he asked me out, I said yes. His alumni event went long, so he was still on campus after my orientation and tour ended. They say God works in mysterious ways, and I’m inclined to agree.

Now, as I stand in front of my dorm room mirror, trying on different dresses, I can't help but think of Lincoln Hughes. Despite growing up in Wilmington and my parents living less than ten miles from campus, all freshmen must live on campus. I think it’s a crass money grab, but rules are rules, and I’m a good girl. I follow all the rules.

I settled into my dorm room and introduced myself to my suitemates, Micah, Jonah, and Elise. We’re all freshmen. When I said I had no preference on my roommates, I didn’t realize it would be co-ed, but it’s too late now. All quad dorms are two males and two females in four bedrooms, four bathrooms, and one shared kitchen space. For forced housing, of course, I chose the cheapest option available. I had to. I’m here on a scholarship. I have to be frugal. I’m currently working two jobs, and I’ve earned my place here. Becoming a lawyer is something I’ve worked for my whole life, but it’s not necessarily what I want to do with my life, but that’s a problem for another day.

Once I unpacked my suitcase, I looked him up online to ensure he wasn’t a creep. I discovered that he is the current Vice President of Continental Couture, a fashion empire. It was no wonder he had such impeccable style and charm.

As I settle on a light blue silky tank and dark jeans, my heart flutters excitedly. None of the dresses I brought from home look right… look perfect. Lincoln is picking me up for our date, and I can't wait to spend more time with him. I've thought about him all afternoon. He’s so freaking hot. He looks like a younger version of Eric Stoltz, which is strange since he has always been my dream guy because he was in two of my favorite movies, Little Women and Some Kind of Wonderful.

I should be nervous about this date, but I'm not. Something about Lincoln sets me at ease as if we were meant to be together. I can't wait to see where this evening will take us. I meet him out on the quad because non-students aren’t allowed in the dorms at any time.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he says, leading me off campus to his car.

Dinner and dancing led us back to his place, a condo downtown. Inside, he closes the door behind us, and I slip out of my shoes while he does the same. Then he presses me against the door, and I regret wearing jeans tonight. I wish I had a skirt on or, better yet, nothing at all right now. I want his hands on me. I want to be pleased by him, and I want to please him. He kisses me roughly and then suddenly stops. He kneels down in front of me, slowly unbuttons my jeans, and peels them down my legs. I step out of them while holding onto his shoulders.

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Married To October – The President’s Daughters Read Online M.K. Moore, ChaShiree M http://www.ilovenovels.com/married-to-october-the-presidents-daughters-read-online-m-k-moore-chashiree-m Thu, 19 Dec 2024 11:51:17 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/married-to-october-the-presidents-daughters-read-online-m-k-moore-chashiree-m Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Authors: ChaShiree M, M.K. Moore Advertisement

Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)

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October
My life really started the day I met Eli. We had our whole lives planned out. We made plans, but that’s the thing about plans—they never go according to plan.

Eli
October was an obsession from the moment I saw her. Marrying her was the best thing that ever happened to me. Kids were never in the plan, but life has a way of giving you everything you never knew you wanted.

Join Eli & October as they learn to love the unexpected.
This is Book 10 in the President’s Daughter’s Series by ChaShiree M. & M.K. Moore

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CHAPTER 1

OCTOBER DANIELS

I’ll never forget the night I met my husband. I clocked him checking me out the second he walked up to the restaurant. The popular chain restaurant had a little bit of a wait, so my friends and I decided to wait outside in the fresh air. We had gone to Des Moines from Bellmare, our small town in Iowa, looking for our prom dresses. I couldn’t find one, but I wasn’t really trying. I didn’t have a date and didn’t want to go, but my friends were so excited, and I wanted Tex-Mex. Win-win, if you ask me. Little did I know that would be the best night of my life. That was just the beginning, though.

All night, I pretended to be interested in the conversation going on around me, but I wasn’t. I watched him watching me. I didn’t know him, but the butterflies I felt swarming in my stomach all through dinner made feel like I needed to. I knew when we decided to hit the coffee shop, and he was there too that he wanted one of us. I prayed it was me. I mean, I’m pretty sure it is. He didn’t even look at anyone else. Not even Denise, my prettiest friend. When we went to an eighteen-and-up club on a whim, and he followed us. I knew. That should have freaked me out, but it didn’t. I don’t know why it didn’t, but I knew that he would never hurt me.

When he asked me to dance, I felt like I had won the lottery. We danced all night, and then I gave him my number. We looked so different. He was in a three-piece suit, and I was in jeans and a T-shirt, but none mattered when his hands were on me. I didn’t expect him to actually call me since we were so different, but he did, and we went out. He swept me off my feet, and I fell head over heels in love with him. How could I not? He’s the best man I’ve ever known, and I still can’t believe he chose me. It would be easy to think it had anything to do with his money, but it doesn’t. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice not worrying about anything, but we could live in a tent as long as were together, nothing else matters. I love him so much that it scares me sometimes. You shouldn’t be able to love another person so damn much

After only six weeks, I said yes when he asked me to marry him. Of course, I did. I wanted to be his wife more than I wanted my next breath. I still had three weeks of high school left, but I didn’t care. I was his. He kept me out of his bed but still managed to teach me the things I desperately wanted to know. Once we got married and went on our honeymoon, I don’t think we left our hotel room one time.

That was five years ago now. I finished college, and we’ve traveled all over. I’ve been working in Doctor Kimble’s office in Bellmare. He’s the doctor who delivered me twenty-three years ago.

Eli bought a house in town when we were dating, and once we got married, he moved his practice here. He’s the only attorney in town. Before you went to Des Moines to get anything done, I love that we’re a busy couple. We have friends; we go to dinners and parties. We love our lives, and we don’t want anything to change.

My life now is such a big change from my childhood, when it was just my Mom and me. She was married and had trouble conceiving. She used IVF to conceive me, and within minutes of me being born, her husband decided he couldn’t raise another man’s child and left us. Good riddance, but that left my mother depressed and unable to work for the first few years of my life.

She was never really able to recover from that. I never asked for anything extra. I didn’t participate in any sports or dance classes until I was old enough to work to pay for it myself. I got a job at fourteen. I saved half of my check and gave the other half to my mom for the bills. When I realized she wasn’t paying the bills with it, I started paying them myself. I never had an extravagant meal until I met Eli. I never had clothes that didn’t come from the thrift store. I never had anything. It was a shock to learn that we had similar childhoods, but I love my life the way it is now. It’s amazing not to have to worry about where my next meal is coming from or if the electric bill will be paid on time, and there is something to be said about that kind of security.

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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17076 (not accurate)
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When she tripped into his lecture hall, September wasn’t looking for love, but she found it.
Trevor wanted September from the moment he saw her.
Being with September is all he wants.

This is Book 9 is the President’s Daughters Series by ChaShiree M. & M.K. Moore

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Prologue

September

I am standing in the middle of campus on my first day of college, looking around me at the skyscrapers, the architecture, and the people bustling about, and I cannot believe I am here. Making it into the art program at the most sought-after art school in New York was unreal. My parents tried to take the joy away from me, but I couldn’t let them. I did this on my own.

I grew up in West Palm Beach, Florida, surrounded by snobs, elites, and old money. I mixed and mingled with politicians, judges, and some of Hollywood's most elite, but I never felt like I fit in. My parents are the old-money ones, family history draped in genealogy trees of hard work and perseverance. Lineages are stamped and put into books to trace the line as far back as it will go, and I still never saw myself as one of them.

My mom is beautiful, simply put. She is tall, elegant, well-spoken and as ladylike as a senator's wife, only she has a knife in her back pocket for backstabbing. Her family made their money in gold and then diamonds. I won’t bore you with the details of how they got started, but it is something my maternal grandparents are extremely proud of, and they should be. They carved out a niche for themselves, which has served them well.

My stoic, pensive, and ever-serious father, is blatant and curt. I don’t think I have ever seen him smile, even when he likes a joke. His family made their money in oil. They bought some during the gold rush, built their houses on it and one day, while trying to build a well, they hit a pipe and spilled oil. Well, the rest is history. Their match was arranged and that is the life they sought for me. Heck, even their names drip money. Persephonie Hilt and Louis Bettancourt. Yeah. Tell me about it.

Which is why I always needed help figuring out how my name became September. Nothing about it screams wealthy, right? Not to mention, I look nothing like either of them. My mom's hair is brown with streaks of blonde, sleek and never out of place. Her skin is alabaster and flawless. My father's hair is more tanned, but his features are keen and strong. And then there is me—red hair, freckles, and plain with hazel eyes.

Then, one day, when I was ten, one of the kids at school, in an attempt to make me cry, laughed as she told me my dad was not my dad. I screamed, told her she was a liar, and cried the entire way home. When I arrived, my mom was waiting for me, hand on her always disapproving hip and a look of censure on her face because I made her look bad once again. My father walked in right as I was telling her what happened, and this is the one time I have ever seen her look horrified and afraid.

Instead of addressing me, my father looked at her and asked her how anyone knew. I watched and listened in amazement at how she blamed it on wine at a lady's function, and he yelled about how it made him look like less of a man. Neither of them talked to me, asked me how I was feeling, explained it to me, or anything. It was like what I just learned didn’t rock my world on its axis either. That was the day I realized I was alone in this world, and I needed to take care of myself.

Six months ago, I was deciding what I wanted to do with my life and fighting between doing what my parents wanted and possibly gaining their acceptance or going for my dream and being happy. The first step in making that choice was submitting my DNA to this database and crossing my fingers that something showed up.

I spent a few months not sure what I was hoping for, but then on the day of my senior prom, when my mom didn’t bother to show up since I didn't go with the boy she chose, and I was left at home to dress and drive myself, my choice was made.

Six weeks before it was time to start college, I received a letter with the results. Not only did information about my bio dad show up, but it also showed me I had sisters. Eight to be exact. Talk about mind-blowing. So, I reached out to them. Turns out two of them live in Boston and offered me to stay with them for the summer before going off to school. How could I resist that?

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Watching my brother’s fall in love was bittersweet. I never dreamt of having a mate, but Fate had other plans for me. Meeting Gideon suddenly made me see colors I didn’t know existed. My heart started beating in my chest, and I fell hard. My whole personality changed, and I live and breathe him now. How long can that really last?

I was born for her. I know that now. When I was a little boy, I used to dream about her. I never questioned that she’d be mine. I may not have known her then, but I know her now. She’s mine, whether she believes me or in us or not. I’ll do anything to protect her. I’ll do anything to keep her wanton & witchy.

In a world where love is as sweet as it is spooky, each tale is filled with swoon-worthy moments, spine-tingling encounters, and the promise that love can be found in even the most unexpected places. Dive into the Trick or Treat Monsters series, where the lines between trick and treat blur, and romance takes a delightfully monstrous twist.

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Chapter

One

CALLIOPE STREGONE

The store is dead today. I guess I could take inventory or stock shoes or the tiaras, but instead, I’m doing nothing but browsing my various social media accounts. I don’t know why I bother checking the others. It’s Witch’s Brew that keeps my interest these days. The seconds-long videos I scroll through are probably eating my brain, but there’s something about finally solving the murder of a bake shop counter girl from the 1800s that is extremely satisfying. Since my shift started four hours ago, no one has come in. With the ability to order everything online these days, not many brides come in for the full experience anymore, and I think that’s sad. Getting married used to be a big deal. To me and my kind, it is, not so much for humans anymore. The divorce rate for first marriages is forty to fifty percent. The rate jumps up even higher for second marriages. For magical people like me, it’s zero percent. Zero. Finding our mate may take many lifetimes, but we do find them. I scroll to a partially interesting video when I hear the door open. I set my phone down and smile. Do I mean it? Not partially, but it is my job. My job is selling the dream.

“Welcome in,” I say in my most professional voice. I work at Marnie’s, the bridal shop on old Main Street in Boston. My family settled in this area in 1661. King Charles II sent my great-grandfather, Silas, here to be governor. He was a strong warlock and avoided the hysteria of the Salem Witch Trials by keeping a low profile. Of the people accused there, none were actually blessed with any gifts, though several whose sentences were commuted due to pregnancy were. It was a wild time to be alive, according to him. Yes, he’s still kicking it. He and Gran are trekking in the Andes right now. The Stregones are blessed with long life and forever love when we find our mates. I’ve got an uncle, Beau, who has searched the globe since 1776 and hasn’t found her yet. He keeps the faith that he will. I, however, am pretty brand new. I was born twenty years ago, and I’ve already given up. I’m young, relatively healthy, and rich. I don’t need a man… Okay, this is a lie. An elaborate lie that I tell myself. It’s my mantra if you will. The lies we tell ourselves daily are all we need to survive. Right?

“Thanks.”

“How can I help you today?” I ask. The teen looks like she’d rather be anywhere but here. I can relate. I want to

“My sister is getting married next month. She sent me here to get a bridesmaid dress. She said you’d know what I need to fit in.”

“Okay. The bride's name?” I ask, waking my computer up.

“Gennalise Bradbury.” I don’t need to type her name since I know her entire account, but I do anyway. Only one bridesmaid hasn’t picked up her dress. This girl is no older than thirteen, but

“Of course.” The Bradbury-Bishop wedding is all anyone in our community can talk about. The powerful witch families are aligning, and gossip surrounding it is running rampant. “Gennalise picked out a pale purple strapless dress. What size?” This girl is taking her witchcraft seriously. She’s wearing all black, with heavy black makeup and Doc Martens. She’s going to hate the princess-style dress her sister chose.

“Four.”

“I’m sure we have that in stock.”

“Great. Whatever makes this go faster.”

“Sure thing. If you’ll follow me,” I say, gesturing to the rack near us.

She flips through the rack and chooses a size four, pulling it down.

“Thank the Goddess,” she cries out.

I add it into the system since her sister had already paid for everything.

“Excellent. Can I help you with anything else?” I hang the dress on the hook by the register and steam it before zipping it into Marnie’s signature zebra-printed garment bag to protect it during travel.

“No. Thanks, though.” The bell over the door chimes, making me look up. I am not prepared for the onslaught of emotions that washes over me. My heart begins to beat rapidly for a few beats before stopping altogether. I count the seconds until he begins to beat again.

I suck in a breath and forget how to breathe properly. Something in the air and inside me shifts. I can’t stop staring at him. He hasn’t looked up, but he stops in the doorway. He takes a deep breath and then releases it. What the hell is this? Why am I noticing him so much? He shakes his head like he’s clearing it and then speaks. My mind or something else primal screams at me that this man is my mate.

“Geneva? I’m double parked. You said you’d just be a minute,” he says, fully entering the store. My whole body freezes, and then I feel like I’m on fire.

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July is starting over. Headed for her future, who knew he'd be at the first stop.

Boone is in the right place at the right time. Joining July is the best thing he's ever done.

This is Book 7 is the President's Daughters Series by ChaShiree M. & M.K. Moore

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PROLOGUE

JULY HAVEN

ONE WEEK AGO

I have been running around like a crazy person packing my meager belongings. There is so much I will have to leave behind, but the truth is none of it means anything. It is all void of memories or love.

I did not grow up in a loving home. Heck, I didn’t grow up in a home at all. My mother, Gina, was a wayward mom if you will. My mom grew up believing her body was her best asset and was her ticket to wealth. She says she learned this from looking at the world around her. She says she learned that those that have used what they had to get and those that have not, refuse to use what they have to obtain.. From the time she was sixteen, she was seducing men and using them to get what she wanted until she decided that was no longer enough.

When she was eighteen, she met a man named Lucius. He was a millionaire widower from New York. She has always been good at reading people, and she immediately realized he had no family, and she set out to trap him. She went to a sperm bank, got inseminated and set out to trap the poor man by sleeping with him.

Now, I am not saying my mom is a genius by no means because if she had been, she would have slept with him first and then done that. As it turned out for three months, not realizing the procedure had worked, she tried to seduce him to no success. When she finally figured out she was pregnant with me, she was far enough along that termination was more expensive and would be more painful, so she kept me.

Throughout my childhood, she often left me with old ladies, neighbors, and eventually by myself. The bills were always paid, how I don’t know, and there was always food in the house, but I was alone a lot from a really early age. I survived by reading, writing, and keeping my head down. I studied, made good grades and stayed out of trouble.

Now, here I am, twenty years old, on my way to Hollow’s Hollow, West Virginia where I have taken a job as an assistant for the local law office who in turn is going to pay for me to go to school to be a teacher. Well, I should correct that; I got an almost full ride since I don't need to live on campus, and luckily, the law office has agreed to pay the rest. I will be living above the only bar in town.

Zipping up the last of my suitcases, I take a moment to look around the bedroom I am going to be saying goodbye to soon and I feel nothing but excitement. Finally, I got to make my own destiny, and the first step was submitting my DNA for a familial match from my mom’s side of her family.

Growing up I had no family besides her. She told me nothing of her parents, or if she had siblings. I would have given anything to have grandparents when I was younger. So, as part of my new life plan, I submitted my DNA to find out who I am and hopefully make the answer another part of my journey. My new beginning. My future. I just hope what I find, wants to be found.

CHAPTER 1

JULY

I am so going to be late. I should have left four hours earlier than I did, made it to the apartment I am going to be staying in and left myself time to look around, but instead I am late and if the jerking of my car is any indication I am going to be even later. “No. No. No. Bertha don’t do this to me.” I smack the wheel when it begins to stop. Banging my head on it, I try to pull over as far as I can, but it’s no use, it stop at a red light in the middle of the street. Well at least I am in a town that is bustling with people and not stranded on the side of the road.

This day was starting off late, but it was still a good day. I woke up hopeful and full of excitement for the upcoming adventure but now, I don’t know what I am going to do. I get out of the car once the last bump happens and then it stops. Now I am looking around this busy place trying to figure out what to do next.

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June
Overwhelmed doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling right now, and I don't know if I'd get through it without Owen. He's my rock.

Owen
Making June mine is all I can think about since the moment I first saw her. She is everything I've wanted or needed.

This is Book Six in The President's Daughter's Series by ChaShiree M. & M.K. Moore

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PROLOGUE

June

I grew up in a loving home. One that was filled with laughter and more love than I could handle. My parents not only loved me, but they loved one another. I can’t remember a time when my dad wasn’t touching my mom in some way when they were in the same room, whether it was her back, kissing her cheek, or holding her hand in his. They were so in love as they had been since high school. Yep, they were high school sweethearts.

Having the life I did, I went through life with rose-colored glasses, believing love was a fairytale and love was all-consuming. When I was five, my parents sat me down and told me I was adopted. With tears in her eyes, she explained that she couldn't carry one, no matter how much they tried. They went to a foster home, and a week later, they had me. I was five months old. I was initially confused, unable to understand what she was telling me. She was just my mom, but as I got older, it all clicked, and I understood. It changed nothing for me. They were my parents and loved me beyond measure, so anything else was irrelevant.

When I was sixteen, my mom gave me a letter from my birth mom, and when I read it, I realized I was doubly loved. It read:

My beautiful baby girl,

You have no idea how much I love you and wish that I could keep you and raise you with your father. We made you in love and planned just that, but before I could tell him about you, my life was irreparably changed, and so was my plan. So, I had to make the hardest choice of my life, but I know it is the right one. I want you to have the best life with everything good you deserve in the world, so the only way I could do it was to give you up. I hope you go to a family that will love you. All I asked of whoever was blessed with you is to name you after a month of the year. I know it sounds crazy, but it is to honor your father’s mother. Who knows, maybe we will cross paths one day, and I will know it is you.

I love you, my angel.

Always,

Your Mom

That letter will be with me for the rest of my life and is in my box of memories. When I was eighteen, the night of graduation, my parents were leaving the party they had for me since I was staying with my best friend, and on their way home, they were hit by a drunk driver, and both of them died. Suddenly, I found myself alone and devastated. I wanted to curl up in a ball and let life take me away, but then all of their hopes and dreams for me wouldn’t let me. So, I enrolled in community college, got a job at an office as a clerk, and did my best to move on. So now, why does it feel so lonely?

CHAPTER

ONE

JUNE

Ugh. I hate it when the tours run over because that means I get off later than usual, miss the earlier bus, and have to wait another two hours for the last one. At least my favorite ice cream shop is still open, which I go to when I work late and every weekend. The owner likes to joke that he stays open just for me.

As per usual, I walk slowly down the street past the tailor, the shoe shine place, and the hardware store, which, if I am honest, my eyes linger on, always looking for the owner, Owen. You want to talk about fine, and not in the pretty boy sort of way. That man is Matthew Fox handsome, but not Party of Five Matthew Fox, no, he is Lost, gorgeous, with a toolbox and a ruggedness to him that makes my lady bits throb.

Continuing down the block, I finally come to the ice cream shop and sigh when the door opens. “Ah, there she is. I thought you forgot about me,” Jimmy, the owner, says, smiling.

“Now you know that is not the case. I need my black cherry walnut.” Nodding, he walks over to get my order. When he comes back, I pull out the money, and a hand slaps the bills on the counter before I can pay.

“I got her, Jimmy.” Oh, man. I could recognize the growly voice anywhere. I turn to him, trying to hide how much he affects me.

“Thanks, Owen. You didn’t have to do that.” He looks me up and down. I swear his eyes are made of fire because I feel his gaze everywhere.

“I know I didn’t have to, beautiful. I wanted to.” Geesh. I put my hair behind my ear and look down, trying not to blush.

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May
Finding my father took a backseat once I found my sisters. The one constant in my life has always been my hero, Logan. He's saved more times than I can count, so it's no wonder I love him. Too bad I'll never be more than his best friend.

Logan
Loving May has been all I've ever done. She's been it for me since the moment I met her. She's keeping a secret from me, and I love her all the more for it. How can I convince her that we can be more than just friends?

This is book five in the President's Daughter's series by ChaShiree M. & M.K. Moore.

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PROLOGUE

MAY

THREE MONTHS AGO

I cannot believe I am finally about to do this. I mean, I am going to do this. I am. I totally am. Right? My mind goes crazy trying to psyche myself up to open the box that was given to me on my eighteenth birthday, but with explicit instructions not to open it until my nineteenth birthday. I thought it was a joke at first. Who would be making sure I didn't just open it anyway? But once I told my best friend, Logan, he practically wrenched it out of my hand and said if that was the instruction, it must be for a good reason, and we are not doing otherwise. Yeah, he is a stickler for rules. Sort of.

“Are you ready to do this?” he asks, sitting beside me on the floor.

Biting my lip, I stare at this freaking box like if I touch it, somehow the world will end, but the truth is, my world ended eight years ago when my father committed suicide, and then my mom OD’d out of grief. I was thrown into foster care, and nothing was ever the same. The only good thing that came out of that was Logan. When I made it to the first group home, he was already there and sort of became my protector. Every year or so I would be moved from one to the other, petrified of being somewhere he wasn’t, but he managed to come with me every single time. To this day, I don’t know how he made that happen, but he did.

“As ready as I'll ever be. Don’t know why I am so nervous. What could I learn here that is more devastating than what I have already been through?” I voice this out loud, but the truth is that is exactly what I have been worried about. How much worse can it get?

“That’s a good point. But, just in case, I brought you this.” From behind his back he hands me one of two mugs we made together at a pottery place the first year we were on our own. Smiling, thinking about the day we made these. I take mine from his hands.

“Mmm. This smells delicious.” I thank him, sniffing the aroma. “Extra...”

“Marshmallows and peppermint chips. Yes. Of course.” He chuckles, finishing my sentence. I can’t help smiling because that has been our whole friendship. He has paid attention to everything about me, from incredibly tiny nuances to the major things. That is one of the reasons I am totally in love with him. But, instead of confessing that truth, I simply give him my sly smile.

“You don’t know me,” I tease him, humming when the chocolatey fragrant drink hits my tongue. My eyes are closed because the first sip is one you want to savor.

“Every fucking detail,” he grumbles. My eyes pop open and he is staring at me, his nostrils flared and jaw grinding. My insides begin to tingle, and since I don't want to choke on this hot cocoa, I swallow it and try to act like I don't notice how his eyes are making me squirmy.

“Alright. Let’s do this.” Opening the box, nothing seems familiar about anything that is in it initially. I don’t understand papers, bills that have nothing to do with me, and pictures I am unsure what to make of. But then, I come across a small locket in a plastic envelope and the tears start instantly because I know what is in it. My mom used to wear it around her neck every day. Inside is a picture of her and me as a newborn. “Momma,” I whimper, ripping the locket from the envelope and opening it up. And like a burst of sun on a rainy day, there it is, the picture I still see in my dreams.

Before I can stop myself, I am clutching it against my chest and ugly crying into Logan's arms. “Shit, May. I wish I could fix this for you,” he says, kissing the side of my head.

“Why wasn’t I enough?” I ask him, my voice wobbly and broken. “Why was I never enough?” I used to ask myself this all the time after it happened. We weren’t enough for my father and then my mom didn’t love me enough to stay either.

“You are more than enough,” he whispers. “For me.” I think that is what I heard, but what do I know? I can’t stop crying. He moves slightly and then puts another envelope in my face. “I think this might be a letter.” Sitting up a little, I wipe my nose with the back of my hand and take it from him.

“Thank you.” Opening it, I take a deep breath and read.

My sweet girl,

If you are reading this, you should be an adult now, living a free and happy life. But it also means I am not with you. I know you have questions and might not understand, but I want you to know it wasn’t you, May. You were everything we could have hoped for. You are kind, bright, and so smart. But there are things in life and choices you make that seem like a good idea at the time, but then they turn out to be painful, unfixable, and leave you without hope. I am reluctant to explain any of this to you, but after losing your father earlier this month and knowing what I am about to do, I owe you this much.

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Magnus
I don't need to do this, but I heard this auction was too good to pass up. When I was invited, I knew I had to go. The premise is simple. Bid on what you want based on information only. You don't get to see the merchandise beforehand.
No refunds. No exchanges. No returns.
I was not expecting to purchase the love of my life, but I shouldn't have been surprised. After all, that Jorgensen magic has never failed... well just that once. Sorry cousin Bill. You're all good now.
The life I lead is hard, but I love harder.
I fell in love sight unseen. That's what this is all about.
Alice
I don't need to this but I want to. Things at home are... not awful but I want change. I want adventure. I want something my sister would never dare reach for. In fact, I want it all. The idea behind this is simple. Get bought based on my bio only. Should be a cinch. On paper, I'm golden.
College graduate... check
Virgin... check
Rich as sin... check
Teacher...check
Up for anything... check
Can't/won't say no...check and check
Willing to relocate... check
Flexible... check
Thank goodness this isn't based on looks, but I digress. Let's move on. I wasn't expecting to be bought by the hottest Viking this side of Sweden, but I was. I wasn't expecting to fall head over heels in love with him but I did. I can't believe I fell in love with the man who owns me, but that's what this is all about after all.
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One

Magnus Jorgensen

“You’re going alone, Boss?” my right hand, Bo, asks, looking at me like I’m crazy.

“Yes. You think I can’t handle myself?” I ask, my voice deadly serious.

“It’s not that. Of course, it’s not that,” he says, backtracking.

“Then what is it?”

“You don’t know what you are walking into over there. It could be an ambush.”

“It’s an auction, Bo.”

“Yeah. What’s that about, Boss?”

“What do you mean?”

“Normally, we’re putting a stop to these. Why are you patronizing it?”

“I didn’t say I was buying,” I reply, and that’s the thing. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I can’t stop thinking about it since I heard about it. I’ve done my due diligence. I know there are elements of this auction that I won’t agree with, but I’m not going to that underground shit. Something… I’m unsure what it is telling me. All I’m sure of is that I need to be in Budapest in three days, so that’s where I’ll be.

“I don’t like this at all.” The mutinous look in his eye and tone tells me I’ve given him too much leeway. That ends today.

“Good thing you aren’t the boss, isn’t it? Tell Om I’m ready to see him.” Om Jorgensen is my grandfather’s brother’s late-in-life son. He’s been with me since I started this life of crime a few years ago, and I should have just made him my right hand, which I’m about to do.

“You wanted to see me?” Om says, coming into my open office door.

“I did. How’s Taryn and Aaden?”

“Doing good, but I’m sure you didn’t call me in here to ask me something you can ask me any Sunday at dinner?”

“You’re right, I didn’t. Bo has got to go. Take care of it for me.”

“How?”

“However you see fit. He’s been questioning everything of late and I won’t have that.”

“It’s done.”

“You’re in charge until I get back on Monday.”

“Of course. Everything will be fine. I’ll have it taken care of before then.”

“Thank you.”

“Welcome to Hungary. Are you here for business or pleasure?” I turn to look at the Hungarian Customs Officer, unsure how to answer his question. My reasons for entering this country are my own, but I know the man is just doing his job. My flight from Anchorage, Alaska, was long. I flew first class, but unless you go private, it still sucks.

“Business.”

“And how long will you be in the country?”

“Two days.”

“Very well. Enjoy Budapest,” he says as he stamps my passport.

“Thank you.”

I take my passport and leave the customs area. Since I only have my overnight bag, I head to the taxi stand and take a waiting cab to my hotel.

I don’t know exactly why I’m here. I keep going back and forth about it. I am not the kind of man that needs to do something like this. I’m Magnus fucking Jorgensen. I don’t need to buy a woman. I don’t feel the need to pay for the services of one in any capacity, whether it be a stripper or a hooker. I run the largest crime family in the Pacific Northwest, and no one knows about it. My family thinks I run a tech firm, and on the surface, I do, but in the dark of night, I do the things that need to be done. I lie, cheat, steal, kill, but I don’t hurt women and don’t fuck with drugs. This right here, this thing I’m about to do, reeks of both hurting women and drugs. I don’t do like things like this. Hell, Jorgensen’s, in general, don’t do things like this. I’m vehemently opposed to anything remotely like this, but when I heard some lowlife scum talking about this auction before I killed him, I knew I had to come and see what it was all about. Why? I couldn’t tell you. The thought took hold, and now I’m in Budapest, in a bar, waiting for the auction to open.

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