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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 102708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)

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From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes an angsty, forced proximity love triangle where secrets test brotherly bonds and music brings them together, only to have destiny threaten to tear them apart.

I’ve loved two men in all my life.
Two extremely different men.
Where Julius and I blossomed from a loving friendship, Kraven and I stemmed from nothing
but hatred. A very thin line exists between love and hate, and I crossed it with both.
I fell in love with each of them at different times, in different ways, and with different words
and actions. Cause and effect has always been our problem.
This isn’t just a love triangle between the two men I love.
It's worse.
Because misery is the only certainty when you're in love with two brothers.
And now I'm faced with the impossible choice. Though nothing could’ve prepared me for
the devastation when they both declared, “We are yours.”
Then, all in one breath, they begged…

“Now… say you’re mine.”

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

PROLOGUE

Isla

I’ve loved two men in all my life.

Two very different men.

There was no confusing them.

Where Julius’s and my relationship blossomed from a loving friendship, Kraven’s and mine stemmed from nothing but hatred.

But love and hate were a very thin line I inevitably crossed with each of them. It was this tightrope we spent years dancing around…

Just waiting.

Breathing.

Living in these moments in time that would eventually become memories of our love stories with the choices of our pasts growing vines that felt like thorns of a rose you’d rip from a garden. The kind that would wickedly prick your finger and draw your blood to protect itself.

Its beauty.

Its scent.

Its vibrant red color.

Every rose told its own story of survival, each thorn served its own purpose until the petals faded and withered away before falling to the ground. I told myself I fell in love with each of them at different times, in different ways, with different words and different actions that held their own praise.

Cause and effect were always our problem. This slippery slope we skated across was on very thin ice, and it only became more hazardous as time went on.

Especially when they both admitted…

“Nothing hurts more than the woman we love, loving someone else in the same way she loves you too.”

You see, this wasn’t just a love triangle between two men I loved.

No…

This was deeper.

Harder.

More tragic.

This would inflict misery no matter the outcome.

A domino effect.

Because this was a love triangle between two brothers instead. I was always the one smack dab in the middle, the one who had to make the ultimate choice, the one they had to share.

And nothing could have prepared me for the impact when, together, they declared, “We're yours.”

Then, all in one breath, all in one second, they pleaded…

“Now… say you’re mine.”

CHAPTER

ONE

ISLA

The beginning of all that truly mattered.

“You ungrateful little shit!” Mr. Bates seethed, slamming his fist down on the wooden table beside him.

The flimsy wood rattled wildly, and for a few seconds, I let it provide a false sense of security, like the soothing sound of your favorite lullaby. I took comfort in knowing what would happen next, so when he gripped the collar of the only jean jacket I owned and instantly jerked me toward him, I was expecting it.

“I’m done with your bullshit!” he spat too close to my mouth. “Do you understand me?”

He reeked of vodka. It seeped out of his sweaty pores. He’d been on a bender for the past two days, a strict liquor diet that he and his wife loved to live by. Staying out of their way was just a typical day for us. By now, I was used to this nasty treatment, and I knew he wouldn’t grant me any mercy. He never granted anyone mercy.

Especially us foster kids.

I hated him. Her. All of them. All the houses were the same, just with different faces. It all blended. All mean. All violent. Barking orders left and right. Most of the time, it was a living, breathing nightmare that held us hostage against our will. Where we could never escape, never fully wake up, never get a moment of peace unless we were left alone, and even then, that wasn’t very peaceful.

I experienced it all.

Every vicious word.

Every blow to my body.

Every whimper I heard.

Every sob.

Every time someone begged, surrendered, or gave up, they prayed to God to make them stop.

Someone should have done something, though no one ever did.

I braced for the painful impact that would inevitably come, and still, it hurt like hell when he hurled me onto the same unsteady table that hadn’t stopped rattling. This time, it wasn’t my body that broke my fall. No, it was my face that slammed into the corner of the table first, slicing my eyebrow before the top of my body crashed into splintered wood.

My eyebrow didn’t just nick. It cut in half with this familiar steady and pulsing ache, this throbbing that beat directly into my right eye, where I was suddenly blind.

By fear.

By hate.

By blood.

“Get up!” he roared, looming from what sounded like above me.

Instinctively, my fingers reached for my face as I tasted the metallic blood in my mouth. With the back of my shaky hand, I tried to wipe away the blood gushing down my eye and cheek, but it was no use. I’d need stitches.

“I said…” he impatiently stressed through a clenched jaw into my ear from above me. “Get the fuck up!”

Since I knew it never ended here, I lifted my arms to guard my face while trying to scramble to my feet, but between the blood in my eye and the disorientation of trying to find my bearings and balance, I couldn’t get up fast enough for him.

The whooshing sound of his combat boot whizzing through the air was the only warning I had before an explosive shock wave rocked through my core from one of his brutal kicks to my stomach.

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We Are Yours Read Online M. Robinson http://www.ilovenovels.com/we-are-yours-read-online-m-robinson Sun, 07 Dec 2025 21:11:44 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/we-are-yours-read-online-m-robinson Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Erotic, Suspense, Virgin Authors: M. Robinson Advertisement

Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)

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From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes an angsty, forced proximity love triangle where secrets test brotherly bonds and music brings them together, only to have destiny threaten to tear them apart.

I’ve loved two men in all my life.
Two extremely different men.
Where Julius and I blossomed from a loving friendship, Kraven and I stemmed from nothing
but hatred. A very thin line exists between love and hate, and I crossed it with both.
I fell in love with each of them at different times, in different ways, and with different words
and actions. Cause and effect has always been our problem.
This isn’t just a love triangle between the two men I love.
It's worse.
Because misery is the only certainty when you're in love with two brothers.
And now I'm faced with the impossible choice. Though nothing could’ve prepared me for
the devastation when they both declared, “We are yours.”
Then, all in one breath, they begged…

“Now… say you’re mine.”

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Prologue

Isla

I’ve loved two men in all my life.

Two very different men.

There was no confusing them.

Where Julius’s and my relationship blossomed from a loving friendship, Kraven’s and mine stemmed from nothing but hatred.

But love and hate were a very thin line I inevitably crossed with each of them. It was this tightrope we spent years dancing around…

Just waiting.

Breathing.

Living in these moments in time that would eventually become memories of our love stories with the choices of our pasts growing vines that felt like thorns of a rose you’d rip from a garden. The kind that would wickedly prick your finger and draw your blood to protect itself.

Its beauty.

Its scent.

Its vibrant red color.

Every rose told its own story of survival, each thorn served its own purpose until the petals faded and withered away before falling to the ground. I told myself I fell in love with each of them at different times, in different ways, with different words and different actions that held their own praise.

Cause and effect were always our problem. This slippery slope we skated across was on very thin ice, and it only became more hazardous as time went on.

Especially when they both admitted…

“Nothing hurts more than the woman we love, loving someone else in the same way she loves you too.”

You see, this wasn’t just a love triangle between two men I loved.

No…

This was deeper.

Harder.

More tragic.

This would inflict misery no matter the outcome.

A domino effect.

Because this was a love triangle between two brothers instead. I was always the one smack dab in the middle, the one who had to make the ultimate choice, the one they had to share.

And nothing could have prepared me for the impact when, together, they declared, “We're yours.”

* * *

Then, all in one breath, all in one second, they pleaded…

* * *

“Now… say you’re mine.”

Chapter

One

Isla

The beginning of all that truly mattered.

* * *

“You ungrateful little shit!” Mr. Bates seethed, slamming his fist down on the wooden table beside him.

The flimsy wood rattled wildly, and for a few seconds, I let it provide a false sense of security, like the soothing sound of your favorite lullaby. I took comfort in knowing what would happen next, so when he gripped the collar of the only jean jacket I owned and instantly jerked me toward him, I was expecting it.

“I’m done with your bullshit!” he spat too close to my mouth. “Do you understand me?”

He reeked of vodka. It seeped out of his sweaty pores. He’d been on a bender for the past two days, a strict liquor diet that he and his wife loved to live by. Staying out of their way was just a typical day for us. By now, I was used to this nasty treatment, and I knew he wouldn’t grant me any mercy. He never granted anyone mercy.

Especially us foster kids.

I hated him. Her. All of them. All the houses were the same, just with different faces. It all blended. All mean. All violent. Barking orders left and right. Most of the time, it was a living, breathing nightmare that held us hostage against our will. Where we could never escape, never fully wake up, never get a moment of peace unless we were left alone, and even then, that wasn’t very peaceful.

I experienced it all.

Every vicious word.

Every blow to my body.

Every whimper I heard.

Every sob.

Every time someone begged, surrendered, or gave up, they prayed to God to make them stop.

Someone should have done something, though no one ever did.

I braced for the painful impact that would inevitably come, and still, it hurt like hell when he hurled me onto the same unsteady table that hadn’t stopped rattling. This time, it wasn’t my body that broke my fall. No, it was my face that slammed into the corner of the table first, slicing my eyebrow before the top of my body crashed into splintered wood.

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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)

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Tru

He’s a pivotal player on and off the field, but as college graduation looms and his need to be a draft pick heightens, he gets assigned a tutor.

But not just any tutor…

Me.

His ex-girlfriend.

And I hate him.

Despise him, actually.

We haven't seen each other since high school. And not only am I tutoring the guy who broke my heart.

I’m also his new roommate.

Vaughan

I know she hates me…

I hate her too.

I hate her mouth when it grins at me.

I hate her curves when she walks away from me.

I hate the way she smiles.

Laughs.

Yells at me.

But mostly, I hate the way that I don’t hate her at all.

In fact…

She’s the only woman I’ve ever loved.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

CHAPTER 1

TRU

Now

“You,” I snarled with complete and utter hatred. The word literally dripped with it.

I could feel it.

Smell it.

Taste it.

Maybe it was his ridiculously good-smelling cologne or the fact that he looked better than the last time I saw him when my foster parents were vacationing in the Hamptons a few years ago. His family was their neighbor.

This guy was the worst, and the cocky smile on his face proved he hadn’t changed in the past two years. His wicked green eyes narrowed to the point where I wondered if he was possessed as he stared at me with such disbelief that I stood before him. He leaned down toward my petite frame, his perfectly straight white teeth spread into a mocking grin.

In a condescending tone, he questioned, “You actually made it into college?”

I glared at him.

He always knew how to push my buttons to the point of infuriating rage. He didn’t even have to try. Just his appearance pissed me off to no end. He was aware of it, too, and all it did was fuel my hatred for him.

When he reached over to tug on the end of my hair, I clenched my teeth and swatted his hand away. The manwhore had no right getting close enough to touch me. He probably still wore the stench of last night’s one-night stand. If Vaughan—or as his friends and the press called him, Van—was good at anything, it was women. His pretentious smile alone could make panties drop. It was like his superpower or something.

The truth was, Vaughan Aires was the bane of my existence.

He was an undeniable playboy, and he was proud of it too. While he grew up with a silver spoon in his pain-in-the-ass mouth, I grew up as a charity case foster kid, which he often reminded me of. The mere fact that he stood in front of me as if he didn’t ruin multiple lives by simply existing made me want to slap his pretty-boy face in.

Vaughan was six three with green eyes and messy blond hair that always looked like he ran his fingers through it one too many times. Which only added to his charismatic good looks and enticing personality. Not to mention, he was built like a Greek god with his abs for days and a tight ass to match his huge muscular physique.

His friends used to joke that he never met a stranger and got away with everything. I didn’t believe them until I repeatedly saw it with my own two eyes.

He was everything a parent warned you about—from his charm to his wit to his appearance. It didn’t help that he was currently the best football player in the college league, and I only knew that because he was technically a public figure. The university held him up on a pedestal, along with the endless number of fans and groupies he had at his disposal.

The reporters loved him, although his temper made the news as much as his skills did. He was known for his short fuse on the field, causing more fights than the average player. Let alone the captain of the team.

“Move,” he abruptly ordered after a minute of us just standing there, taking each other in.

Harvard was a big college, and I convinced myself that once I was accepted for my freshman year, I’d never have to see him or run into him. I was an idiot to think this wouldn’t happen because I was bound to run into him eventually.

I just didn’t think it’d be so soon.

After all, we were only a few weeks into the summer session.

“Are you going to move, or will I have to do it for you?”

“Wow,” I breathed out. “I see you’re still the same dickhead I remember.”

“Good to know you still think about me.” He winked. “Can’t say the same for you.”

There I was, bickering with this asshole while both fists remained at my sides. I tried like hell to keep my cool, to maintain my composure and act like the lady I raised myself to be, but you wouldn’t know it by my actions. This uncontrollable distaste for him took over my entire body.

I loathed guys like him.

Men like him were all the same, every last one of them. Acting as if they were hot shit and owned every place they walked into with their I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. They knew how to flash their boyish grins and show off their dimples just the right way to grant them access to all the lust-infested girls’ panties. Their simple touch with their calculated, slick lines had those stupid, naive girls spreading their legs faster than I could yell, “They’re using you! Run!”

It was so cliché.

All of it.

Especially him.

With an overconfident arched eyebrow, he narrowed his stare at me, standing there wearing nothing more than a mischievous smirk. I swear, whenever I was around this guy, he screamed sex. It radiated off him; he had this cocky demeanor—again, not even trying—which was so annoying I wanted to commit a crime.

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Inherited Holiday Read Online M. Robinson http://www.ilovenovels.com/inherited-holiday-read-online-m-robinson Fri, 06 Dec 2024 20:23:25 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/inherited-holiday-read-online-m-robinson Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny Authors: M. Robinson Advertisement

Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)

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Bah freaking humbug.

I hate Christmas—always have, always will. From the gaudy trees to the over-the-top decorations and the traditions everyone clings to like they’re sacred.
Particularly my family.

They own Mistletoe Town—a Hallmark movie come to life and a place most people only dream about. Thanks to an unexpected inheritance from my great-grandfather, it’s my personal nightmare.

I’m stuck running this Christmas-obsessed town with an avalanche of memories I’ve spent thirteen years trying to forget.

But it’s not just the town I abandoned… it’s her.

And no matter how much I play the Scrooge, I’m about to find out some ghosts from the past can’t be ignored—or outrun.

Especially now that she’s my sweet new employee, baking spirits merry and bright.

If I want to stay off the naughty list, I have to learn how to play nice.

And let go of the past.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

PROLOGUE

NICHOLAS

“What the hell do you mean by I’ve inherited Mistletoe Town?” I argued with my grandfather’s estate attorney.

I was completely thrown off guard by the unexpected reading of his will.

“Exactly what I just said, Mr. Saint Clair. The town is now yours. You own it.”

I sat there dumbfounded, utterly confused by the turn of events. The last time I stepped foot in that godforsaken Christmas town was when I left everyone in it thirteen years ago. I never looked back.

“You can’t be serious, Alfred.”

“Quite the contrary, sir.”

“Well, I’m urging you to reconsider.”

“It’s not personal.” He shook his head. “He’s just looking out for the future of his legacy.”

“Not personal, my ass! It couldn’t get any more personal than what he’s demanding of me.”

I took a deep breath and cracked my neck, feeling the throbbing strain from my pulsating jugular vein. This man knew how to push every one of my buttons and did it without hesitation. Even from the grave. Now he was pushing me to the brink of insanity, and I was just supposed to sit back and obey like a lapdog.

Inhaling another deep, solid breath, I snapped, “And what if I don’t want it?”

He shrugged as if what he had just informed me of didn’t turn my life upside down.

I muttered under my breath, “I can’t believe this.”

“Mr. Saint Clair,” he stressed, sliding the documents over to me. “It’s what your grandfather wanted.”

“No,” I snapped again. “What my grandfather wanted was to control me, and since he couldn’t do it while he was alive, he’s now demanding it when he’s dead.”

I couldn’t believe he thought I’d just bend at his will like he was simply asking me to take a meeting with a client and not alter the course of my entire future in such a drastic way.

The audacity of my grandfather knew no bounds.

He’d always been relentless in his pursuit, determined to make whatever he thought was right happen, no matter what or who it affected. The sad part was we were one and the same. I was exactly like him. For the first time in my life, I had no idea what the outcome would be, and I hated that more than anything.

“We all know what you’re capable of, Mr. Saint Clair,” he coaxed, pulling me away from my reckless thoughts.

“You think he’s doing this to you when, in reality, he’s doing this for you.”

“You’re being unreasonable and need to consider the possibilities.”

I contemplated his statement for a moment before quickly realizing this wasn’t a debate between my grandfather and me but an ambush from beyond the grave.

I narrowed my eyes at him, taken aback by what he meant.

Alfred nodded to the folder in front of me. “There’s a letter in there from your grandfather.” With that, he abruptly stood and walked toward my office door. “I’ll be outside once you’re ready, and then we can go over all the logistics. However, we don’t have a lot of time. You’re due in Mistletoe Town this afternoon to begin this year’s festivities and meet your new employees.”

“I can’t pick up and go like that,” I bit. “I have deadlines to meet with my clients and their homes.”

I was a general contractor with a thriving business. We focused on new builds and some remodels. I made a name for myself without the help of my family, and it wasn’t something I was going to give up without one hell of a fight. I had no interest in taking this on, whether he demanded it of me or not.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but you’ll have to figure it out. Like I said, you’re due in town this afternoon.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“Then you’re going to be responsible for all the children and their families not getting the Christmas experience your family has lived up to for decades. You want that guilt hanging over your head?”

“What the hell?” I stared at him in disbelief. “What am I, Santa, now?”

“Yes, sir.” He adamantly nodded. “The town is now your responsibility. Without you, it won’t run.”

“That’s a lot of pressure to put on someone who has no idea how to run that town to begin with. Especially just a few days before Christmas. This is ridiculous! You’re telling me my grandfather expects me to drop everything I’ve worked so hard for, for what? A town I hate and a holiday I can’t stand.”

“Yes… Mr. Saint Clair, we’re all aware of your distaste for a joyful time, but it’s what your grandfather wanted.”

“And my family? My parents? My siblings? What do they all have to say about this?”

“They agree.”

I jerked back, more confused than I was before. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“As I said…” He gestured to the envelope in my hand. “You’re due in Mistletoe Town this afternoon.”

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From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes a contemporary standalone romance.

All’s fair in love and war…

I’m ruthless.
I’m feared.
I have more enemies than friends.
I didn’t just step into my father’s shadow—I’m a Jameson and that last name comes with money
and power. I’m never afraid to get my hands dirty, especially when it comes to something I want.

Or maybe she’s a need…

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter.

Right and wrong.

Good or bad.

She. Was. Mine.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

PROLOGUE

LUKE

To hell with reason.

With doubt.

With love.

To hell with it all.

Especially us.

CHAPTER

ONE

LUKE

“Boss, we have a problem,” Marcus announced, barging into my office without knocking, forcing my attention over to him.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, where one year bled into the next.

I glared up at him, narrowing my eyes. “Congratulations. Did you forget how to fuckin’ knock?” The blonde who was sucking my cock tried to look up, but I pushed her back down. Looking down at her, I warned, “Did I say you could stop?”

She gagged, taking my dick all the way to the back of her throat.

“I-I…” Marcus stuttered, watching her mouth and hand stroke my cock up and down while my grip never moved from the back of her head.

My cell phone rang. “I need to take this.”

“I—”

“I don't know why you think this is suddenly my problem. How ’bout you man the fuck up and take care of it yourself? Isn’t that what I pay you for?”

“Boss—”

Patience was never my virtue. “Did I stutter? Leave. Now!”

He jolted, turned, and left.

I shoved the blonde’s head away, causing her to fall on her ass. “That means you too, sweetheart.”

“What the fuck?” she seethed.

“No shit. With a mouth like yours, I thought you’d suck my dick like a goddamn pro.”

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to like that? I’m the best.”

“The best thing that’s come out of your mouth is my dick. Now get the fuck out.”

“You bastard!”

“Been called worse by better, sweetheart.”

“Ugh!” She stomped her way toward the door, like I’d give a shit.

A woman’s place in a club owner’s life was always in the background. My clubs came first, no matter what. She was a new club whore with a curvy body, huge tits, a heart-shaped ass, and way too much makeup on her mousy little face. She’d been eye-fucking the shit out of me since she showed up a few days ago. I was never much for dabbling in my club’s bunnies who bounced from one cock to another, but that didn’t stop me from letting them suck my dick.

After the day I’d had, I fucking earned it.

I wasn’t a good man.

I had more enemies than friends.

I was ruthless.

I was feared.

I lived in a dark and seedy world where I was never afraid to get my hands dirty. I didn’t just step into my father’s shadow. I was a Jameson, and with that last name came money, respect, and power. I got whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it.

My father was Creed Jameson, and before him was my grandfather, the prez of Devil’s Rejects, a 1% motorcycle club. They were outlaws up until my old man put him to ground, killing his own flesh and blood and setting the tone for the man I’d become.

I only stepped in and made my presence known if someone dared to cross me or if shit hit the fan in a catastrophic way.

Other than that, I did whatever the fuck I wanted. It was a free-for-all. I always made sure to cover my tracks. The cops’ pockets were greased with dirty money to turn a blind eye to all my illegal activities. Everywhere I went, people looked in the opposite direction and moved the hell out of my way.

The only enemy I had was the law.

My father was a hero of war. A soldier for our country who brought the flag home. It was at his clubhouse, in his office, along with all the other medals he received through his four-year term. My father may have turned his life around and become a law-abiding citizen, but I couldn’t say the same for me.

Although I was raised in a normal, loving home, I decided at a very young age that I didn’t want that cookie-cutter life. Outlaw was in my blood, and I had no fucking problem stepping into my old man’s shoes, so to speak.

Sometimes I killed.

Sometimes I tortured.

Sometimes innocent lives paid the price.

My price.

Just to prove my point.

No one fucked me over and lived to tell the tale. I had no respect or loyalty to anyone but myself and my family. Not once did I ever think about the pain I could be inflicting. About the consequences of my actions and how they’d affect anyone.

Everyone.

I was a diehard biker.

Honorable killer.

After turning eighteen, I spent the past twenty-four years ruling with an iron fist. My future was sealed the first time I tasted blood. I’d seen and done more shit than any mother would ever be proud of, but that never mattered to me. I was thrown in with the wolves too many times to count, just to see if I’d come out alive. I did, and every time, I wore a wide-ass smile on my motherfucking face.

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Vicious Tycoon – The Billion-Dollar Men Read Online M. Robinson http://www.ilovenovels.com/vicious-tycoon-the-billion-dollar-men-read-online-m-robinson Sat, 22 Jun 2024 18:37:44 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/vicious-tycoon-the-billion-dollar-men-read-online-m-robinson Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden Authors: M. Robinson Advertisement

Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)

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From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes a contemporary standalone romance.

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prologue

Aires

I never understood weddings.

The cost.

The extravagant performance from your vows to your first dance as man and wife to the cutting of the red velvet cake that no one actually ate.

The two families coming together as one.

The speeches.

The bride throwing the bouquet and the groom the garter.

For someone who didn’t care much for weddings, I found myself at them more often than I gave a shit about.

You see, it was all bullshit.

One big production.

A huge lie.

Beginning with the life sentence of “will you marry me” while you’re down on a knee as if you’re begging her to say yes to you.

And don’t get me started on the term soulmate…

A bunch of Hallmark propaganda made to fuck you over in the end when she hired the most expensive lawyer money could buy to take you for everything you’re worth.

Again, it was all bullshit wrapped in a bright red bow, served on a silver platter beside your balls that you willingly just handed her.

I know what you’re thinking. Who hurt me, right? What happened to me? Who broke my heart? What’s my origin story for being so cynical at only twenty-five years old?

Well, the truth was my parents were still married, and the generations before them were too, but let’s get one thing straight right off the bat. Marriage in my family was simply a business transaction of who would further your career.

Your reputation.

Your lifestyle.

Especially your finances.

I came from a long line of successful actors and actresses. Decades of A-list celebrities who won multiple Oscars and Academy Awards were merely the shoes I had to step into.

There wasn’t a decision to be had on my part.

I was born to be an actor, whether I wanted to be or not. But not just an actor—I was born to be a star. The walk of fame was basically my family’s legacy. Handprints of blood, sweat, and tears followed each footstep as you walked down the monumental sidewalk.

It was more than a calling for me—it was a blueprint for a future I had no choice but to say yes to because I was Nicholas Aires III.

My parents were icons.

We weren’t just rich. We were generationally wealthy, which meant we had two very different statuses in the world of the elite. My family was a staple in the industry and in the lifestyle of the rich and famous, setting the bar incredibly high for those whose moments would eventually come.

Everything in this business was a moment in time.

The past.

Present.

Future.

You were as good as the movie or television show you had out.

End of story.

As much as cancel culture existed, there was still a high demand for second chances in the incredibly toxic, self-absorbed LA town. People loved a good comeback story. It made strangers feel as if we were just like them, and becoming relatable overnight was the only straw I had left to grab.

Despite being labeled the bad boy of Hollywood from the second my balls dropped. I’d never been in trouble quite like I had been these past few months. I was born a trust-fund baby, and you’d think that would have made life easier for me.

Not in the Aires legacy.

It was the exact opposite.

The pressure to get my shit together was at an all-time high, basically burning into my skin by my management team and family. If I couldn’t get this to work, I’d be fucked six ways till Sunday.

Out of nowhere, my career depended on America’s sweetheart agreeing to be my love interest for the next Blockbuster, a romantic drama movie hitting the theaters on Christmas.

Bailey Pierce-McGraw.

She was everything I wasn’t.

Proper.

Composed.

Polite.

Little Miss Goody Two-shoes could do no wrong in the limelight. She was the highest-paid actress for the past few years. Not to mention, her father and stepfather were legacies in their own rights. And don’t get me started on her grandfather, who descended from a bloodline of outlaw bikers.

All of this was who she was to the world and to her family…

To me, I knew the girl she was behind closed doors.

The one who was my first everything, and I do mean everything—on- and off-screen.

Seven years later, she was now my only hope.

Except it wasn’t about getting her to agree to co-star with me. It was about getting her management team to approve. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter what we wanted to sign the dotted line for; our management teams would always have the last word on where our career turned and whether we said yes or no to the project.

And at the current moment in time, the world thought I was a recovering drug addict, fresh out of rehab a couple of weeks ago. That couldn’t have been further from the truth. Don’t get me wrong, I did my fair share of partying. I was young, and the world was literally at my fingertips. I might as well be dead if I wasn’t taking advantage of it.

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Come Here and Kiss Me Read Online M. Robinson, W. Winters, Willow Winters http://www.ilovenovels.com/come-here-and-kiss-me-read-online-m-robinson-w-winters-willow-winters Sun, 03 Mar 2024 19:18:34 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/come-here-and-kiss-me-read-online-m-robinson-w-winters-willow-winters Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, New Adult, Taboo Authors: M. Robinson, W. Winters, Willow Winters Advertisement

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Expensive. Powerful. And entirely fucked up.

That sums up the pretentious - but elite - circle I grew up in. As much as I hate it, this life has its perks. If I want it, it’s mine. It’s as simple as that. Until she showed up; she’s a tempting little vixen I’m not allowed to have.

One intense night changed it all between us, threatening to shatter everything we know. She came up with a lie. I came up with a cover. Because the truth is… I can’t keep my hands off her and one night would never be enough.

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PROLOGUE

Ronan

I brush the glass edge of the whiskey bottle against her swollen nub. She writhes and softly moans on the bartop as much as she can.

The silk ties around her wrists don’t allow much movement. She still tries to make herself comfortable, fully aware that her heady movements aren't doing much for her current disposition. She isn’t going anywhere unless I want her to.

She’s at my mercy.

Mine.

She’s bound to the draft pours with another tie blindfolding her beautiful, bright hazel eyes. The light freckles on her nose only entice my desire to run my tongue over them as her perky breasts are flush against my bare chest. Those gorgeous legs of hers are spread so her ass sits on the edge, right on my hard, throbbing cock, while her red-bottomed heels perch on the bar.

I take another swig of the bottle and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. She tastes of expensive sin that could cost me everything all at once. Yet I can’t stop myself.

I can’t stop this.

What’s happening between us is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

For a second, I roughly grip her slender waist, and she purrs in response to my frenzied assault. I can’t get enough of her. This little minx obviously likes it rough, and I have no fucking problem showing her a side of me she’s never seen before.

Brooklyn’s dirty-blond hair tosses carelessly as I suck her nipple into my mouth. I fucking want to see those plump, pouty lips part again for me and only me. Give me those little moans and strangled sighs of pleasure as the ecstasy I deliver makes her melt against my touch.

Light filters through the bar, highlighting the rows of colored glass and dark amber woods. A car drives past us, and my heart races at the thought of someone seeing us in this sinful predicament. Looking over my shoulder, I check once more that the blinds are closed. No one should be here since the bar closed over an hour ago.

Despite that, I still risked it all by having her pussy spread wide open for me. Even knowing that, it still doesn’t stop what happened next between us. If anything, it only adds to the heightened emotions lingering in the air and wreaking havoc on our minds as I continue to cross the line from her being my enemy to now my lover.

The thought prompts me to take another swig. I drip the whiskey from my mouth onto her clit and to the opening of her cunt, then take a slow, torturous lick. Sliding two fingers into her warm, welcoming heat, I curve them and finger fuck her until her thighs shake and hips buck, and she’s seconds from calling out my name.

“Stay fucking still and take what I give you, my little whore,” I murmur as I press the weight of my body against hers to keep her pinned against the bar. She obeys like the good girl she is for me.

Ever since I first laid eyes on her, I’ve wanted to fuck her until she screams my name and surrenders to me. My zipper fills the deafening silence, and I let my suit pants pool to the floor beneath me. She swallows, the cords in her throat tightening, and the blush in her chest creeps up her sleek neck to her high, prominent cheekbones and then her temples. I’m silent as I watch her, knowing if we do this, there’s no fucking way anyone can know.

She may think she’s rebelling from her rich prick of a father by having a sordid night and forbidden affair with a professor at her father’s university. Her old man is the dean, so he can never find out.

And it can never happen again…

From the stolen glances that last far too long to the way her lips tilt up when she says my name, it’s as if she’s teasing and taunting me all at the same time. Every little touch she’s tempted me with over the years that no one else sees can never happen again.

Not after what we did tonight.

“Ro.” She moans my name as her body trembles with pleasure. Her back arches slightly, and her hair turns into a messy halo on the bartop as her head falls back with those sweet sounds uttered from her swollen lips.

With the last of the whiskey, I toss back half, then savor the other half, staring down at her gorgeous body laid bare in front of me. Swishing the expensive liquor once, I hover over her, nudging her nose with mine, and let the whiskey fall to her lips. She’s such a good fucking girl, taking what I offer her. Our lips meet, and I kiss her with the desire and torment that’s built up over the years.

The bottle slams to the table as I lose myself in her kiss.

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She Was Mine First Read Online M. Robinson http://www.ilovenovels.com/she-was-mine-first-read-online-m-robinson Thu, 02 Nov 2023 21:56:06 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/she-was-mine-first-read-online-m-robinson Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, New Adult, Virgin Authors: M. Robinson Advertisement

Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)

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He’s a determined billionaire used to getting what he wants, and she’s prepared to marry the wrong man to prove to them she’s moved on. But neither of them is ready to let go of the past…

A small-town, friends to lovers, second chance romance from Wall Street Journal & USA Bestselling Author M. Robinson

Being the man of honor in my best friend Rosie’s wedding wouldn’t be such a big deal…
If I wasn’t in love with her.
But I won’t turn her down. No matter how much it’ll tear my heart out to watch her walk down
the aisle toward another man.
It should have been us—from friends to lovers and back again. But after college, I was so busy
building my empire that I let her slip through my fingers. She was my first. And once she
realizes he’s the wrong one for her…
I’ll be her last.

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Prologue

Ethan

Have you ever had a connection with someone so fucking deep you can feel them from across the world?

It was where time and distance knew no bounds, and it almost seemed as if the further you were away from one another, the closer you’d feel to each other.

From my mind to my body to my soul…

Livvy Collins had always owned every last part of me.

We’d been best friends since we were kids. I couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t the most important person in my life. I couldn’t remember a memory that didn’t involve her in some way, shape, or form. The list of things I couldn’t forget about her was endless.

From her laughter to her smile to her intoxicating scent… taste… feel…

It didn’t matter what life put us through, our friendship always came first. From friends to lovers to friends again, our unbreakable bond remained the same—even after we fell in love with each other.

Separate colleges.

Multiple relationships.

Different careers.

Not one milestone changed anything between us. If anything, our friendship became stronger despite the odds of it. Through it all, we were always there for one another.

And that night at three in the morning was no fucking exception.

I felt her before I ever heard my cell ring. Shooting straight up in my hotel suite bed, I woke up from a dead sleep seconds before my phone actually rang. Not thinking twice about it, I didn’t have to check the screen to know it was her.

Instead, I answered, “Are you okay?”

She giggled. “Is that any way to answer your phone?”

I sighed in relief. “It is when you call me at this time of night.”

“Well… I’m surprised you’re not working.”

“Who says I’m not?”

“I can hear it in your tone,” she playfully informed. “You were sleeping.”

“Livvy, even when I’m sleeping, you know I’m still working.”

“I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same, huh?”

“Are you calling to ride my ass about working too much?”

“I would never,” she mocked in a condescending tone that made me grin.

“Just think of how much the Beauet stock would collapse if your app wasn’t number one?”

“So you did call to ride my ass.”

She giggled again. “Is Celeste with you?”

“Celeste and I aren’t together anymore.”

“You were together two nights ago.”

“That was two nights ago.”

“Another one bites the dust, I see?”

“Livvy, you know I don’t have time for that.”

“You have time for me.”

“I make time for you,” I stressed, lying back on the bed. “There’s a difference.”

I didn’t have to see her face to know she was smiling on the other end of the phone.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“What’s this about?” My eyebrows pinched together as she hesitated for a second.

“Where are you?” she asked, sounding so far away.

“In a hotel suite in Canada.”

“Far from home then.”

Narrowing my eyes, I repeated her question. “Where are you?”

“On the balcony of an estate in Colorado.”

“Livvy, what—”

“I need you, Ethan.”

I immediately asked, “What’s with all the cryptic? Are you alright?”

“I’ve never been better.” She paused for a moment, and I could sense her hesitation.

“You think you can take time off from work for the next week?”

“Not until you tell me why?” I cautiously waited for I don’t know what.

“I just need my best friend.”

I abruptly sat up, about to respond, but she would have knocked me on my ass if I wasn’t already sitting down. It all happened so fast, yet it still seemed as if it played out in slow motion.

She unexpectedly revealed, “I’m getting married.”

“What—”

She cut me off, bluntly adding…

“And I need you to be my man of honor.”

Chapter

One

Livvy

The Beginning: Fourteen Years Old

I spent the entire summer riding my bike with my best friend Ethan Carter.We met on the school bus halfway through first grade. I was the new kid in his town and school, and he shared his seat with me on the bus so I didn’t have to sit alone. From that moment forward, we were inseparable.

My dad got a huge promotion at work, and that was why we had to move to Charleston, South Carolina. It seemed like it happened overnight. He became the vice president of some big company, and all I knew was that he was an important person.

Our small town knew who my father was, and he never let me forget it. Don’t get me wrong, he was a great dad and I loved him very much, but appearances were his top priority. He constantly reminded me that my bad decisions would reflect on our family, and I took that advice seriously.

Ethan’s life was very different from mine. He lived a few blocks from my house, outside the gates of the private community where I lived. His mom passed away from cancer when he was a baby, so he didn’t remember her at all. His father didn’t handle her death well, and Ethan’s uncle adopted him instead. He moved in with his mom’s brother before he started preschool. So his uncle was raising him and worked a lot.

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Sinful Enemy (Beckham Dynasty #3) Read Online M. Robinson http://www.ilovenovels.com/sinful-enemy-beckham-dynasty-3-read-online-m-robinson Sat, 26 Aug 2023 11:52:38 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/sinful-enemy-beckham-dynasty-3-read-online-m-robinson Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary Authors: M. Robinson Series: Beckham Dynasty Series by M. Robinson
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She’s my best friend's twin sister and off-limits. We grew up together, but she wanted to escape the small-town life and was headed to New York City to chase her dreams.

The night before she leaves, I find her waiting for me in my bed. Telling me to give her something to come home to.

I can’t.
Instead, I kicked out her out of my life, instantly making us enemies.

Ten years later, we run into each other while I’m in NYC on business for my ranch, and that night changes everything between us. Not just because I’m determined to right my wrongs, but because she just showed up on my front door six weeks later…

Pregnant with my baby.

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Prologue

Hazel

Now

I couldn’t believe I was stepping foot in Ledger Beckham’s house again.

Especially after what happened the last two times I was there. Despite the first time being over eleven years ago, it still felt like I was reliving that moment of utter heartbreak, and I was only standing at his front door. I promised myself I’d never give him the time of day after I got even with him a few months ago.

Yet there I was. Waiting for I don’t know what.

At this point, I ran on pure adrenaline of what I had to do before I lost the nerve to actually do it. Once again, the Beckhams were having a party. Except this time, it wasn’t for Ledger’s high school graduation. It was for his little sister Haven’s instead.

My heart beat out of my chest at an unbelievable speed, making it hard to catch my next breath. I hated that he still had this overwhelming power over me, but now it was for a different reason. The most important one being why I was there to begin with. I was about to lay it out on him, fully aware that once I did, it would forever change the course of both our lives.

I inhaled a deep breath, staring at the doorbell with wide eyes and an anxious expression that was clear across my face. There was no hiding from it.

There was no hiding from him.

You heard about this type of situation happening to a friend, a cousin, or a neighbor all the time, but you never considered it could happen to you. Especially when you took all the necessary precautions to be a responsible adult.

However, it didn’t matter.

There was no going back.

No changing the past.

Our only option was to go forward whether we wanted to or not. I had to tell him the truth. There was absolutely no way I could keep this from him. Not when he was still my twin brother Chance’s best friend.

How will we explain this to everyone? How do I explain this to him?

I inhaled another deep breath, debating if I would truly pull this off.

Maybe I could write him a letter? An email? A text message?

I shook my head, knowing this was how I needed to tell him. It was the right thing to do.

Face-to-face.

One-on-one.

Besides, it was my fault we were in this situation in the first place. My stupid pride got in the way of my rational thinking when I randomly saw Ledger a couple of months ago at a bar in New York. All I wanted was to get back at him. To finally give him a taste of his own medicine. Bottom line, those were my intentions.

I was a fool.

Dumb fucking emotions.

With a trembling hand, I knocked on the door, and Haven answered. This was quickly followed by a shocked expression on her behalf about why I was there. It was obvious that was what she was thinking. Not only was Ledger my brother’s best friend but his family’s ranch was also my parents’ biggest competitor.

During our childhood, my family remained neutral on Chance being best friends with the enemy. However, business became business for my parents, and they declared war on the Beckhams’ ranch after I left for college.

While Chance remained loyal to Ledger and his family, I stayed out of it. I hadn’t lived in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, since I moved away to New York for college and didn’t visit often. My home wasn’t this small town anymore; honestly, it never felt like it was.

From an early age, I knew I wanted more out of life than what Wyoming had to offer. I had big dreams and bigger goals. I was a city girl now and had no desire to move back to this town. Even with my unexpected predicament.

I owned the clothing brand Sin, which was housed in all the high-end department stores around the world. From lingerie to swimwear to athletics and shoes, whatever you needed, Sin had it. I made sure of it.

This town could never handle my fashion sense, then or now. The stares I received from my professional yet sexy black pantsuit with a tight corset and sky-high red bottom heels wasn’t lost on me as I pumped gas in my Audi rental before I found the courage to knock on Ledger’s door.

I overheard my brother talking to Ledger on the phone earlier that morning about Haven’s party at his family’s ranch. Since I wasn’t in town a lot, from an outsider looking in, it probably seemed like I stayed true to my parents’ business matters, and I never tried to prove otherwise.

I couldn’t.

My hatred for Ledger wouldn’t allow it.

Memories of that night from eleven years ago formed in the forefront of my mind as Haven and I locked eyes.

She opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it.

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Perfect Enemy (Beckham Dynasty #2) Read Online M. Robinson http://www.ilovenovels.com/perfect-enemy-beckham-dynasty-2-read-online-m-robinson Tue, 09 May 2023 20:48:35 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/perfect-enemy-beckham-dynasty-2-read-online-m-robinson Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Suspense Authors: M. Robinson Series: Beckham Dynasty Series by M. Robinson
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From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes an enemies to lover, standalone romance.

She's twenty-years younger than me.
Half my age.
And twice the trouble.

After two decades of serving, I come home to find nothing's changed, except her. She's still the same carefree girl with wild eyes and a smart mouth. A mouth I've wanted to tame for years, but I couldn't back then and I can't do it now.

This time I have a job to do and she keeps getting in my way. Because removing her from my life is impossible...

She's my little sister's best-friend.

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Prologue

Jace

I watched with stone-cold eyes as the shiny black casket was lowered into the dirt ground, taking my mother’s body with it. Heaven cried right along with my family as raindrops seeped into my crisp white Navy SEAL dress uniform. With each drop, I felt a little more of myself die along with her until darkness surrounded me despite it being broad daylight.

I could feel everyone’s eyes on me like a noose around my neck. Especially my family’s. They were waiting for me to react, waiting for me to break down, waiting for me to do something.

Anything.

Trust me, I wanted to comfort my family…

I just didn’t know how anymore.

I was twenty-eight years old and should have been the son who’d spent the most time with her, but I had been defending my country for the past ten years. I enlisted the day I graduated from high school. The Navy made me a man even though I felt like a little boy who simply yearned for his mother’s love at that moment.

I was Elite Forces—the best of the best by land, sea, and air. I led missions, did offensive raids, demolitions, reconnaissance, search and rescue, and counterterrorism. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t do. I made sure of it. My career was my life, and sadly enough, I wasn’t around for my family. I was the eldest of six kids in the Beckham household, with a twenty-year age gap between me and my youngest sibling, Haven.

She was only eight years old, and her whole world was crashing down on her. I didn’t know how to comfort any of them. I remained the hardened soldier I was trained to be; desensitizing myself was how I stayed on top.

I internalized all of my emotions; burying them deep inside me was the only way I’d survive this day and the future.

I didn’t get to say goodbye to her.

I missed so many holidays, birthdays, and special events. The list was endless of how much time I lost with her. The guilt was eating me alive. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, as if I stopped breathing right along with her.

One fatal car accident changed our entire lives by a fucking fifteen-year-old punk-ass kid who was selling drugs. All I wanted was one minute alone with him. He should have been the one who was buried that morning, not our mother.

I couldn’t tell you how long I stood there watching my life unravel in front of my eyes. It could have been a minute, an hour, or a day that flew by. Time just seemed to stand still while everything shattered around me.

Piece by piece.

One by one.

After today, nothing would be left of me.

Suddenly, I felt Haven’s hand in my grasp, and I glanced down to look at her. Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks were sunken, and her face was pale. She looked like she had aged ten years overnight. She was no longer the little girl my parents prayed for. After twenty years and five sons, their prayers were finally answered. Haven had the least amount of time with her, and now she’d be surrounded by only men as she grew up and became a woman.

I wouldn’t be there to watch it happen. My duty was to my country, and I’d return to the battlefield with a broken heart and a guilty conscience. I thought I had all the time in the world to be part of my family. Instead, I just lost the biggest part of what made us one.

Tears loosely flowed down Haven’s face, breaking my heart a little more if that was even possible. I wanted to hug her, kiss her, tell her everything would be all right.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

It’d be a lie.

And I was a lot of things, but I wasn’t a liar.

While I held one of her hands, her best friend, Cove, held the other, offering her support the only way an eight-year-old could. I once again brought my stare forward, squeezing Haven’s tiny grasp and providing the only comfort I knew how to give. I thought about how much she looked like our mother. You’d think I’d find solace in that. Instead, it was pure and utter torture.

My brother Reid, their second son, gave the eulogy. I was the soldier, and still, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I tried to stay present, but it was no use. I was lost in my own hell, waiting for I don’t know what to occur because my nightmare had only just begun.

I didn’t get to say goodbye to her.

It echoed in my mind like a broken record.

It was the only thing I heard…

Felt.

It completely consumed me.

Deeper and deeper, I sought refuge within me, fully aware nothing would ever be the same again.

Especially our family.

When the funeral was over, everyone in attendance returned to our house with food, drinks, and condolences. I swear if one more person told me how sorry they were, I would lose my shit. From the second I stepped inside the front door, it no longer felt like home. The woman who made it one was gone forever.

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