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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 114793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)

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She’s got a target on her back, a meltdown in her rearview mirror, and the one man who’s never said more than five words to her is now her only shot at survival.

Gabby Dempsey didn’t mean to witness a murder. One minute she’s tailing a cheating husband, the next she’s on the run from a powerful developer who covers his tracks with concrete—and kills to keep his secrets buried.

Enter Webb Townsend-Rossi—steady, sharp-eyed, and as off-the-grid as it gets. They’ve only ever crossed paths at family barbecues and holiday chaos, but when Webb hears Gabby's in trouble, he doesn’t hesitate. She’s always intrigued him—those quick comebacks, that quiet fire—and now that they’re stuck together in a remote cabin with no plumbing, plenty of tension, and one hell of a sunburn between them, he’s realizing just how much he didn’t know.

With bullets flying, banter sparking, and secrets unravelling, they’ll have to trust each other if they want to make it out alive… and maybe fall for each other along the way

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Chapter One

Webb

Iwiped the sweat from my forehead and squinted at the half-built stable in front of me. The summer heat was thick enough to slice through, and I had to admit Marcus knew how to keep me busy. The man practically lived for construction. It was all about lines, precision, and making sure nothing stood crooked—not just the land but the buildings, too. He'd asked me to help with a new stable on the ranch, but I'd wanted to spend the next few days digging posts and tightening screws.

Marcus had won the war with one round of rock, paper, scissors, so I was doing what he'd asked me to do. I liked the quiet, but, of course, life had a way of mixing things up when I least expected it.

I was finishing up the last post, measuring the distance between the boards, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out without thinking, figuring it was either Marcus or Remy telling me to hurry up with whatever I was working on.

When I didn't recognize the number, I answered it, thinking it was either a telemarketer—yes, I answered those calls purely for the amusement factor—or a member of my huge family.

"Webb," I grumbled, keeping one eye on what I was doing.

"Webb, it's Sasha." Her voice was tight—and that wasn't typical for my brother's wife.

"What's up? You calling to make fun of me for sweating my ass off in this heat?" I wiped my hands on my jeans and took a long pull from my water bottle.

"I need you to listen, Gabby's in trouble."

I felt my stomach tighten. Gabby, her quiet, pretty cousin who didn't make waves unless you counted her attempts to wind me up at family barbecues. Thinking about it, I couldn't remember the last time she was at one of those. I'd just assumed she was too busy with her job—a job she rarely talked about, and when she did, it was always something vague.

"Wait, what?" I said, taking a step back, the tools in my hands feeling heavier suddenly. "What kind of trouble?"

"I don't know the details, but she's out there on her own, and no one's heard from her in a couple of days. I don't know who to call, Webb, but Jackson said you might be able to help."

I went still, staring out at the ranch. The fields were silent, but I could hear the sound of my pulse in my ears.

"Has anyone else tried calling her?" I asked, my voice coming out rougher than I'd intended.

"Everyone's tried, but she's not answering. I⁠—"

"Do you know where she's been?" My hands were shaking a little, but I kept them still by my sides, trying to make sense of the sudden rush of thoughts. Gabby was quiet, sure, but she wasn't stupid. And she definitely wasn't someone you'd expect to get into something that would get her in trouble—not real trouble, anyway.

"No one knows anything, that's the problem. I've been trying to get ahold of her, but⁠—"

I cut her off. "I'll find her."

"Thank you, Webb. I'm worried out of my brain, but if I tell Malcolm or Benny, they'll cause a huge drama, and it might make things worse. Then again, how much worse can it get when a member of your family is missing?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, mind racing. Yeah, I wouldn't have called their other cousins either, those guys were a last resort. I couldn't wrap my head around it—Gabby, the girl who could rile me up in five words, getting into anything serious enough to keep her hidden from the family.

But something about the urgency in Sasha's voice clicked. There was always something different about Gabby—she never asked for help, never seemed to need it, but the quiet always had this underlying current to it.

I wasn't about to let that be the reason she ended up in a worse spot than she already was.

"Alright." My grip on the phone tightened. "I'm on it."

After hanging up, I stood there for a minute, looking out at the ranch. Marcus and I had spent the last week fixing up the property. Now it felt like I was staring at a damn war zone in the making. The more I thought about it, the more I realized just how little I knew about Gabby's life outside of family gatherings.

Grabbing my keys out of my pocket, I headed for the truck, cursing under my breath as I sent a message to Marcus telling him I'd be back soon. What the hell had Gabby gotten herself into?

Chapter Two

Gabby

I'd never planned to be a private investigator. I didn't wake up one day and say, "Hey, you know what sounds fun? Lurking in alleyways and tailing adulterers while living on gas station coffee and adrenaline."

Nope. My very first job fell into my lap—or rather, it cornered me at a bar.

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Shadow’s Edge (Tactical Renegades #1) Read Online Mary B. Moore http://www.ilovenovels.com/shadows-edge-tactical-renegades-1-read-online-mary-b-moore Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:13:13 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/shadows-edge-tactical-renegades-1-read-online-mary-b-moore Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Mary B. Moore Series: Tactical Renegades Series by Mary B. Moore
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Total pages in book: 57
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Kyle "Kai" Ghost is a shadow in the field—an elite covert operator with Indigo Security, trained to track and eliminate threats before they surface. She’s spent years building a life of precision and control, far removed from the chaotic world of the Knights MC and the father who abandoned her. But when her latest mission leads her back to the place she swore she’d never return, she’s forced to confront old wounds, deadly enemies, and an undeniable attraction to the one man who might truly see her.

Jagger, Vice President of the Knights MC, has spent his life in the dark corners of society, fighting battles most men wouldn’t survive. But nothing prepares him for Kyle—a woman who defies expectations, challenges his every instinct, and threatens to unravel the walls he’s spent years fortifying. As they race against time to dismantle a ruthless trafficking ring, their fates become tangled in a fight that’s as personal as it is deadly.

In a world where trust is a luxury and love is a risk, Shadow’s Edge delivers a pulse-pounding blend of action, forbidden attraction, and a battle for justice that could cost them everything.

This book was previously published in Susan Stoker’s kindle world as Force Projection. It’s been re-written and extended

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Chapter 1

Kyle

The tires of my Vanquish S hummed against the asphalt as I neared the Knights MC clubhouse, the landscape around me an eerie reminder of a past I’d spent years trying to outrun. Every street sign, every familiar bend in the road, whispered memories I had no interest in revisiting. Some people took comfort in nostalgia, I found it suffocating.

Little girls dream about their weddings—the white dress, the flowers, the perfect love story unfolding like a fairytale. My best friend in second grade had been different. She’d imagined herself in a tux, standing beside the woman of her dreams. Last year, I’d watched her marry that woman, both of them glowing in matching white gowns, looking like princesses out of a Disney movie. It had been beautiful. Inspiring, even. But dreams like that? They’d never been in the cards for me. Mine had gone up in flames before I even had a chance to believe in them.

A bitter chuckle slipped out as my mind flickered to my childhood reel: a trainwreck of screaming matches, a mother drowning herself in alcohol, a father who barely acknowledged my existence. The highlight reel ended in a crescendo of bullshit—the day my mother took the easy way out, leaving me to clean up the mess.

If it hadn’t been for Duke, my uncle, stepping in when he did, I would’ve been another casualty of the chaos. Instead, he pulled me into his world—Indigo Security, a top-tier investigations and protection company. From day one, I was put through the wringer. Firearms, combat training, intelligence work, you name it, I did it. By twenty-one, I had my helicopter pilot’s license and was recruited for covert government ops. We were the Ghosts—phantoms in the field, slipping in and out unnoticed. It was everything I craved: adrenaline, purpose, and most importantly, distance from my past.

Yet here I was, twenty-four hours fresh from the Sand Pits—the hellscape of the Middle East—pulling into a place I swore I’d never step foot in again. Why? Because Duke asked me to. Because I owed him my life. Because he’d said the one word that shattered every promise I’d made to myself. Trafficking.

A low rumble of an engine behind me signaled Match pulling in. We’d been through hell together, but our jobs didn’t exactly allow for a carpool situation. At the edge of the lot, the trailer that transported our bikes sat waiting. The guys all had Harleys, but I craved speed—my Kawasaki Ninja was built for it, custom wheels, sleek paint job, and fast as sin. My car was no different. The Aston Martin had been a gift from a job in Monaco, and I loved it so much I struggled to part from when it when I was at home. A blacked-out Vanquish S, every inch of it luxury and muscle wrapped in a dream.

The weight of exhaustion settled into my bones as I idled for a moment, eyes tracing the building in front of me. The clubhouse had changed since I was a kid, it looked cleaner, more refined. But I knew better than to be fooled by fresh paint. The ghosts of the past didn’t fade so easily.

A loud grunt yanked me back to the present, and I laughed outright as Match struggled to unfold himself from his truck. We’d taken a beating this time, and while I had my share of bruises, Match had shielded me when a mud wall collapsed, so he was worse off. Watching him move was like witnessing an old man try to bend steel.

I could’ve sat there, stalling a little longer, but movement at the door caught my eye.

Duke stood there, solid as ever. Beside him? The last person I ever wanted to see. Nixon ‘Preacher’ Ripley—my sperm donor. He looked the same, sadly too much like me, and I hated him for it.

More figures emerged from the building. Data, one of the Ghosts, and another Knight I didn’t recognize, but my focus stayed on Duke as he approached. He pulled me into a bear hug, but the moment pressure hit my bruised ribs, I groaned. He let go immediately, frowning.

“Couple bumps and bruises, old man. Not a big deal.” I shrugged it off, unwilling to show how much they actually hurt.

Data shoved between us, wrapping me in a hug of his own. “Good to see you, babe.”

“Yo, what the fuck am I?” Match bellowed from across the lot.

“You don’t get a hug, ‘cos you don’t got tits!” Data shot back, grinning. Laughter rippled through the group, everyone except Preacher, who stood there staring at me with something unreadable in his eyes. Good, let him stew in it.

Match scowled as he grabbed his gear. That was his default setting, perpetual grimace. In all the years I’d known him, I could count on one hand the times I’d seen him smile. Thirteen, to be exact. And even then, it had been terrifying.

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Loco – Cheap Thrills Read Online Mary B. Moore http://www.ilovenovels.com/loco-cheap-thrills-read-online-mary-b-moore Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:11:52 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/loco-cheap-thrills-read-online-mary-b-moore Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Mary B. Moore Advertisement

Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)

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Sayla Du Plessis was ready to rewrite her life—new house, new neighborhood, and a hard line drawn under her past. No more heartbreak. No more mistakes. And definitely no more Roque Edwards.

So when the man who shattered her resolve moves in across the street, Sayla’s so-called fresh start begins to look like a cosmic joke with a terrible punchline. Her dream home is falling apart, her dignity is hanging by a thread, and Roque… well, Roque is still infuriatingly hot, infuriatingly smug, and somehow always there when she needs him least—and most.

Thrown together by disasters, nosy neighbors, and a cat who thinks he’s a dog, Sayla and Roque are forced to confront the history they’ve both tried to outrun. But in a town this small and with sparks this explosive, walking away may no longer be an option.

LOCO is a sharp, steamy, slow-burn rom-com with heart, chaos, and a love story that refuses to stay buried

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Prologue

Sayla

The moment my brain began its slow crawl out of unconsciousness, memories from last night’s girls’ night out started storming my fragile, hungover mind like an army with zero mercy. It was a full-on invasion, and I was helpless to stop it.

I wasn’t a heavy or regular drinker, but sometimes life threw a curveball, and a cocktail (or five) became the only logical response. Stressful weeks, birthdays, breakups, promotions, engagements, bachelorettes, new babies, bad days, good days—hell, even Tuesdays could sometimes qualify.

A giggle bubbled up at the memory of Jacinda accidentally kneeing some poor guy in the family jewels. The sound barely made it out before a sharp pain shot through my skull, effectively cutting me off. Note to self: giggling was strictly off-limits today. My throat felt like I’d swallowed a desert, my head throbbed in protest of my existence, and for a brief moment, I wondered if hangover-induced brain quakes were a legitimate medical condition.

More importantly, I couldn’t for the life of me remember who Jacinda’s unfortunate victim had been.

Groaning, I rolled onto my side—only to be hit with a scent I knew all too well. It wasn’t just the sheets that smelled like it. The entire damn pillow next to mine held the distinct, unmistakable scent of Ralph Lauren’s Safari for Men. My pulse stuttered. My stomach clenched. Because there was only one person I knew who wore that cologne, and I’d sworn after the last time that I’d never let him in my bed again.

I sat up so fast that my brain rattled like a loose marble inside my skull. Wincing, I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to steady myself as I took stock of my surroundings. The bed was empty except for me, but there was an indent where a head had been. A shadow of his presence lingered in my sheets like a cruel joke.

Shit.

Growling, I threw the blanket off and attempted to stomp to the bathroom. But my body had other plans. The second my foot hit the floor, my head pulsed like a bass drum at a rock concert, and I realized my fragile state wasn’t built for aggressive movements. So instead, I settled for tiptoeing across the room like a pissed-off ballerina, mentally stomping with all the rage I couldn’t physically execute.

Once inside the bathroom, I turned the shower to a temperature just shy of scalding, stepping under the punishing spray in an attempt to drown my regrets. Not that I had time to wallow. Hangover or not, I had a full day ahead.

And, as if my self-loathing wasn’t already at an all-time high, I had an extra reason to be furious with myself for letting Roque Edwards—he-who-shall-not-be-named—back into my life, even for one night.

Last week, he’d escorted my not-so-nice neighbor into her house after their date, just like every other guy before him. It was practically a neighborhood rite of passage at this point. And while I had once harbored a very real, very ill-advised crush on Roque, I was not about to be another girl left in the dust while he entertained himself elsewhere.

So, I had done the only logical thing: I decided to move.

No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just a quick call to the real estate agent listing my dream house, a viewing, and an offer that was accepted almost immediately. The previous owner had passed away (peacefully, in a hospital, thank God), and his family was eager for a quick sale. My father had nearly combusted when he found out I’d bought the first house I’d looked at without consulting him. But I wasn’t normally impulsive, and I loved the place.

It was everything I hadn’t known I wanted. A charming brick home with crisp white shutters, an arched trellis wrapped in vibrant purple wisteria, and a backyard pool that was—thankfully—free of any mirrored walls like the ones Layla had to deal with in her new house.

The house was officially mine. I had four weeks to pack up my life, organize everything, and transition into homeownership—four weeks to move into a space that belonged to me for the first time in thirty-six years of life—not some landlord profiting off my hard work.

The funny thing was, I had always imagined myself in something sleek and modern—a new build—something with sharp angles and industrial lighting. But two years ago, I’d picked up a magazine showcasing a dreamy country kitchen, and that was it. The vision was set, and the dream was born. And now, with a single look, it had become a reality.

Fate worked in weird ways.

However, what was decidedly not fate was waking up with Roque’s cologne clinging to my sheets like a bad decision.

I didn’t even know if we’d slept together, and the fact that I couldn’t remember getting home was an unsettling first for me. I’d been drunk before—very drunk—but never so much that I lost entire chunks of my night.

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Out of Bounds (Accidentally Yours #1) Read Online Mary B. Moore http://www.ilovenovels.com/out-of-bounds-accidentally-yours-1-read-online-mary-b-moore Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:24:54 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/out-of-bounds-accidentally-yours-1-read-online-mary-b-moore Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, New Adult, Sports Authors: Mary B. Moore Series: Accidentally Yours Series by Mary B. Moore
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27601 (not accurate)
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Sometimes, love blindsides you in the best possible way…

Seattle Seahawks tight end Kip Sutherland has sworn off dating, enjoying the peace and freedom of single life. But when he rushes to stop what he thinks is a break-in next door, he doesn’t expect to get tackled—literally—by a fiery redhead with a knack for chaos.

Ashley Wilkes has had her fill of athletes, especially football players. Focused on her new job at Because I Said Sew, she’s determined to keep her distance—until an embarrassing tuxedo fitting and an unexpected charity auction throw her straight into Kip’s orbit.

Between stolen moments, hilarious mishaps, and undeniable chemistry, Kip and Ashley are about to discover that sometimes the best plays in life are the ones you never see coming. But can they handle the pressure, or will they fumble their shot at love?

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CHAPTER ONE

KIP

Dragging my training top over my head, I tossed it in the direction of the hamper, snorting when it missed. Five months ago, my ex, Missy, would have been yelling at me for making a mess. Now, I just had sweet peace and quiet.

Focusing back in on my body, I groaned at the tense muscles in my legs. Training had been tough today and I needed a shower ASAP, both for smell and muscle relief.

I’d just gotten to the threshold of the bathroom when my neighbors’ security light came on. This wouldn’t normally be an issue, but Hayden was a player for the Seattle Sounders and was playing away from home this weekend.

Pulling my phone out, I used the app to switch the lights off in my bedroom and walked over to the window. With the way our houses were built, I had a clear view of the side of his house and the annex above his garage. And there was someone climbing up the damn trellis that I’d told him to get rid of.

With the amount of light available, if I squinted, I could just make out the small form of the person trying to break in.

Phone still in hand, I ran back down the stairs and out the kitchen door, dialing 911.

The call was answered just as I was crawling through the thinnest area of the tall bushes that divided our gardens.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Someone’s climbing up my neighbor’s wall,” I whispered, cursing when my sweats got caught on something. “He’s away on business just now, so I need the police.”

After giving her the address and lying out my ass that I would wait for them to turn up, I hung up on the guy. See, I was tall and had at least one hundred pounds on the person I could see. Hanging around and talking to the dispatcher wasn’t conducive with me stopping someone from breaking into a house and stealing thousands of dollars’ worth of stuff.

Pulling my legs out of the bush and glaring at the hole now in my favorite training sweats, I crouched and moved toward the trellis.

Just as I got there, the burglar screamed and I heard a snap, followed by a, “Shit!”

The next thing I knew, I was taken down by something heavy, ending up on my back, and groaning at the new pain in my legs.

Then, a female voice whispered as the weight pressing down on them lifted, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

“If you’ve ended my career, I’ll…” my rant was cut off by the sound of a siren and the screech of tires not far away from where I was lying.

“Police!” a voice yelled.

The burglar stood up with her hands in the air, and with the extra light coming from the car, I finally got to see more of her details. Color me surprised when I saw she was dressed in a smart skirt and shirt, with red heels on her feet that were at least four inches high.

Who breaks into a house in a business outfit and heels?

Skimming my eyes higher up, I frowned when I saw her face. She looked familiar. Not like I’d seen her before, but as in she had features that were familiar. And seriously pretty dark red hair in a huge bun on the top of her head.

“Sir,” the police officer called. “Can you stand up and show me your hands, please.”

Figuring it would be a good idea to do as he asked, I pushed myself up with a loud groan. “I’m the one who called you. My name’s Kip Sutherland, and I live next door.”

Three voices—two males and a female—all said at the same time, “Kip Sutherland?” just as a torch was pointed at my face, almost blinding me.

“Holy shit, I watched you play last season. You guys totally kicked ass!” One of the officers shouted.

Nodding, I shot a cross between a grimace and a smile in the direction the voice had come from and held my hand in front of my face to indicate to him that he was blinding me with the torch.

“Shit, sorry,” he muttered, and the beam moved from my face to the floor. “Had reports of a break in here.”

“There’s no break in,” the woman hissed. “I live here.”

Rolling my eyes, I said exasperatedly, “No, you don’t. Hayden Wilkes lives here and has done for four years.”

“Oh, man,” the other officer breathed. “I’ve been to every Seattle Sounders home game since I was thirteen. Is he home?”

This was the problem with being who we were. Here I was, semi crushed after a burglar landed on me, and these guys were focused on the fact we were players on their teams.

“No, he’s in New York getting ready to play,” I told them drily. “And this woman,” I waved at the woman who was still standing with her hands in the air, “was trying to break into his house.”

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Before You Accuse Me Read Online Mary B. Moore http://www.ilovenovels.com/before-you-accuse-me-read-online-mary-b-moore Wed, 10 Aug 2022 01:09:58 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/before-you-accuse-me-read-online-mary-b-moore Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Authors: Mary B. Moore Advertisement

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Before You Accuse Me
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Mary B. Moore
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Eva: People always assume cheating means a physical or emotional act of infidelity in a relationship but that wasn’t the case here. I was the daughter of a woman who’d cheated people out of their money, and finding someone I trusted enough to tell them about it was hard. Joshua was the exception, until I found out I wasn’t the only one who was hiding something. Trust can be broken so easily, and I didn’t have a lot of it to begin with, so getting it back and fixing the cracks that were now chasms between us would be impossible. Joshua: She was just a job, a way to help a friend out. I knew her secret before she even knew I existed, but she didn’t know mine. It all should have been a black and white situation, but then it all blurred together when emotions and feelings became involved. It may have started off as a lie, but now it’s so much more. I just need to find a way to get Eva to understand that while fixing everything that’s broken. *This book was previously released in the Cheaters Anthology,
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CHAPTER ONE

Joshua

What we were currently doing was technically against the rules I’d set myself, but three weeks ago, we’d left the black and white category and were now living in a grey one.

Eva’s nails dug deeper into the flesh of my ass as I moved slowly in and out of her, doing my best to maintain control as her tight walls almost strangled my cock.

“Harder.”

Nipping her chin, I grabbed fistfuls of the sheet beneath us. “Slowly.”

I needed to memorize every detail about her that I could because it could all be over any day now. Once she found out… once she knew and I had what I was here for, she’d end it. I knew it as sure as I knew that it’d grind me up and spit me out when it happened. I’d gone into this confident in my abilities to get what was needed and then leave, but it was that confidence that was now my worst enemy.

All it’d taken was ten days for me to realize that she was different from anyone I’d ever met before and likely would ever meet again.

Needing to chase away reality, I sped up my thrusts, deepened the angle that I went into her, and watched every emotion and reaction as it crossed her face. The responding clenching of her walls around my length when she tipped her head back and moaned was too much.

Rearing up onto my knees, I hooked my arms under her thighs and fucked her harder as she came, drawing it out for as long as I could and shuttling toward my own orgasm faster than I’d intended to.

It’d taken ten minutes for me to hear the details of what my friend needed for me to do, two hours for me to work my way through her shields at a party, one minute for her to say yes when I asked her on a date, ten days to accept Eva Dawson was my one and fourteen weeks for me to give in and take her to bed.

I didn’t know it yet, even though I knew it was coming soon, but it’d be nineteen weeks by the time it all came crashing down around me.

I just hoped that whatever I’d done in all of that time would ingratiate me enough for her to forgive me. If not, it’d be a lifetime of loneliness and me kicking my own ass.

Collapsing on the mattress next to her, panting harder than I did after my morning run, I pulled Eva into my side and kissed the top of her head as we both came down from our highs.

Like she always did, the tip of her index finger traced doodles on the skin of my chest, right over where my heart was. The first time she’d done it, we were curled up on the sofa watching a movie, and I’d just assumed it was a nervous thing. When she’d continued doing it each time we were in that position, though, I began paying closer attention to it until I’d recognized it as letters.

Still, I hadn’t understood what the letters said until last week when I’d put it all together. And it’d killed me when I had. Now, it felt like someone was cutting me up inside every time Eva did it.

Please don’t hurt me.

It wasn’t that I’d ever hurt her physically, but emotionally…that I couldn’t guarantee.

CHAPTER TWO

Eva

If Joshua ever found out what kind of family I came from, he’d run faster than any cartoon character ever drawn.

On the outside, I played a good game, looking like the person I’d made sure I was—respectable, honorable, and clean. Unfortunately, the blood running through my veins was far from it. The guy whose sperm had helped make me was an unknown because Mom had apparently been going through a ‘phase’ at the time, just like she’d been when my sisters and brother were conceived. But my mother? She was in a league of her own.

No, she wasn’t a bar bunny or anything like that. We’d grown up in a large house filled with nice shit and had never wanted for anything. It was how she funded that lifestyle that’d been the problem, something we hadn’t even considered until she’d been arrested, and the truth had come out.

Well, the arrest had been one thing, but the extent of the truth had been the worst.

Instead of going to her own business and earning money through marketing, like she’d told us her new job entailed, the same one she’d droned on about during those ‘what does your parent do?’ things at school, she’d been bribing, stealing, and even robbing.

Initially, they’d brought her in for tax evasion while they’d compiled that last piece of evidence that they needed to arrest her for everything else, and that’s when it’d all come out.

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Until Jinx – Happily Ever Alpha World Read Online Mary B. Moore http://www.ilovenovels.com/until-jinx-happily-ever-alpha-world-read-online-mary-b-moore Wed, 22 Sep 2021 12:33:09 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/until-jinx-happily-ever-alpha-world-read-online-mary-b-moore Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, Insta-Love, MC, Romance Authors: Mary B. Moore Advertisement

Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Until Jinx - Happily Ever Alpha World
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Jinx She was meant to be just another appointment, but when Sienna Blake came to get her scars covered up, the story that came with it changed everything. I should have been more aware back then, more clued in to what was going on, but I’d been so focused on finding my path in life that I’d messed up, and she’d become a victim because of it. I’m going to make it up to Sienna and help her get her life back, this time with me in it. And it’s not just because of who hurt her. It’s because there’s something about her that I can’t stop thinking about. She’s fragile but strong. Hurt but complete. And I can’t stay away from her. Sienna I don’t go out, and I don’t speak to people—I just focus on my pottery and designs. So why I finally decided to bite the bullet and get a tattoo, I don’t know. Maybe I did it because it was him? Covering up the past helps, but you can never erase it completely. This I know well. But that one appointment opens up my life in ways I didn’t expect, and now that we’ve met up again, Jinx is determined to give me a future I never imagined I’d have. Unfortunately, we can’t always erase the demons chasing us, though, and it seems like she isn’t finished trying to ruin my life. But now she wants everything we’ve built together to come tumbling down. This time, though, I’m not on my own, and I’m stronger than I was before because of him. ****Until Jinx is coming to Aurora Rose Reynolds’ Happily Ever Alpha World. If you loved Until July, then add Until Jinx to your TBR list.
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Chapter One

Jinx

“Your two o’clock is due in, man,” Ramon, the guy who did our piercings and handled the reception, shouted. “They’ve got their own design, but they want it over a scar or something.”

Wincing, I finished covering the bench with plastic wrap. Scars weren’t easy to tattoo over unless they were old. Even then, there was a special process to make sure the skin took the ink okay. A lot of people chose to cover over them, and they tended to want it done as soon as they got it—which was a no. The older the scar, the better.

“Did they say how old the scar was?”

“Yeah—old.”

The door at the entrance of the studio alerted us to an arrival. It didn’t have a bell or make a beeping noise when it was opened like businesses normally used. Instead, a voice yelling “Yo” warned us when someone came in, thanks to my partner, Blaze.

“He’ll be with you in a minute,” Ramon said to whoever it was. “He’s just getting it all set up and ready for you.”

I’d been doing tattoos for so many years that it was almost second nature now, but something about the name for this appointment was niggling at me. Sienna Blake.

Even as I walked up to her with my hand out and my usual smile on my face, I couldn’t figure it out. She was about five foot six, and a strawberry blonde, but that’s all I could make out because she kept her head down as she shook my hand.

“Hey, Sienna, nice to meet you. I’m Jinx, and I’m going to go over things with you.” When she just nodded, I gestured with my thumb over my shoulder. “Room’s this way. Follow me.”

Sharing a look with Ramon over her head, he just shrugged and shook his head as I turned to lead her to the room, making small chat to try and put her at ease.

“So, do you have any tattoos already?”

Her voice when she finally spoke was quiet, barely above a whisper and raspy.

“I’ve got one on my wrist, but this one will be different, I guess.”

I was typically the type of guy who grunted or kept my sentences short, but something about her just made me want to talk to get her out of her shell. So that’s what I did.

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “they’re very different. This one’s going on your side, isn’t it?”

Instead of talking like I’d hoped, she just nodded her head and made her way into the room behind me as I watched her over my shoulder. I was so caught up in doing it, though, that I walked into the table, making it screech loudly across the floor.

“My bad. We’ve…” Think, Jinx, think. “We’ve just moved things around in here, so I’m used to how it was before.” As far as lame excuses went, I was thinking that one would get an A+.

“That’s okay.”

“If you hop up on the table and get the sketch out, we can get things started,” I told her as I nudged the stool over with my foot.

The name was still bugging me the whole time, and even though I’d only been in her presence for all of two minutes, she was an enigma that was very intriguing.

Maybe she had the same name as an actress or singer? No, that couldn’t be it, I’d be able to place it if it was.

Pulling out an A4 piece of paper from her purse, she passed it over to me, her hand trembling slightly.

As I took it from her, I said casually, “Just to say, there’s no need to be nervous around me, okay? I’ve been doing this for years, and I promise I’ll do a great job for you.”

“Okay.”

Opening up the paper, I was blown away by what was on it. The huge waves were so detailed, it was like they came out of it at me. And instead of having the tips curling white like they were crashing, they were dark, with birds colored solidly in black flying off the edges of them into the sky.

“Damn,” I whistled. “Whoever did this is a genius.”

I’d excelled in art at school and college, and I loved sketching and painting, but no way could I have dreamed up a concept like this.

“Thanks.”

Sitting down on the stool, I wheeled myself forward until I was only a foot away from her.

“If you don’t mind me asking, who did it?”

That’s when she lifted her head, zinging me with soulful brown eyes and a beautiful face.

“I did it. I wanted to get something that finally portrays me getting free of a turbulent time in my life that’s haunted me since it happened. This is what came to mind when I thought about how to illustrate it.”

“So, this is a freedom tattoo?”

“No, it’s a survivor tattoo that will give me my freedom.” She held my eyes as she spoke now, and I almost lost track of what she’d said until the words sank in.

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Absolution (Road Kings MC And Underworlds #1) Read Online Mary B. Moore http://www.ilovenovels.com/absolution-road-kings-mc-and-underworlds-1-read-online-mary-b-moore Mon, 29 Mar 2021 07:30:50 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/absolution-road-kings-mc-and-underworlds-1-read-online-mary-b-moore Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Mafia, MC, Romance Authors: Mary B. Moore Series: Road Kings MC And Underworlds Series by Mary B. Moore
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)

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How far would you go to protect the one you love and your family? Being in the Bratva means your loyalty is to the family and brotherhood first. I was born into it and my father's our Vor, so I've lived and breathed the family my whole life with zero distractions from the paths I have to take. Until her. She might be the princess of an MC, but she's been sheltered from the ugliness of both of our worlds, living life with as much freedom as someone in her position can have. Now, for the first time in my life, my loyalty is divided, but I still have to choose my family because it's what will keep her safe. I have to break her heart to keep it beating. Break my own heart to keep everyone safe.
Books in Series:	Road Kings MC And Underworlds Series by Mary B. Moore
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Prologue

Nell

Seven and a half months ago…

I had my eyes on the form in front of me as I rounded the corner to where I could hear my brother Hunter talking to someone.

It wasn’t until recently that Dad had allowed me to come to the clubhouse, so it still didn’t feel real being here. According to him, there was a difference between a son and a daughter when it came to being in an MC and being around it. So my hours were limited, and I had to make my visits planned to get the work done for them. Twisted thinking, but it is what it is.

“—wedding on Saturday? Well, I’ll definitely be there to see it. I mean, you getting married. That’s got to be witnessed, man.”

Looking up, I froze when I saw who he was talking to—Taras Fedorov, the son of the head of the Fedorov Bratva. He was a Vor, the next in line to head the Fedorov brotherhood.

And the man who I’d secretly been dating for eight months.

My unexpected appearance didn’t go unnoticed by him, either. His reaction much the same as mine as he looked at me over my brother’s shoulder.

Seeing his distraction, Hunter turned to see who was behind him.

“Did you manage to find it?” he asked, talking about the order form that I’d had to turn the office upside down for.

Holding it up, I stayed silent as the words, “You getting married, that’s got to be witnessed, man,” rolled around my head. I felt sick and like someone was stabbing me in the chest, because I had no doubt the marriage they were discussing didn’t involve me.

I might have been sheltered from the MC, but I knew how the Bratva and Club worked—your duty was to your family first, and everything else came second. If I’d been part of the upcoming nuptials, there would have been a big celebration, and further formalities about tying the two families together.

No, the man I was in love with wasn’t marrying me. I also knew that he hadn’t intended for me to find out. At least, not like this.

But when?

We were supposed to be leaving at 6 AM to catch a flight for a two-week vacation to the Bahamas. He’d been the one to insist on and plan it, making me promise I’d go. Now that I’d heard this, I knew there was another reason he didn’t want me to be in the country while he married another woman.

Coming unstuck, I looked away from him and over at my brother, who was watching me closely.

“Yeah, I went through everything and found it. You and Dad really need to organize that mess you call an office.” Then, glancing briefly at Taras and forcing a small smile, I muttered, “Hey, Taras. Nice to see you again.”

Not giving him a chance to reply, Hunter filled me in on a situation I didn’t want to know about. Hell, I didn’t even want to be here anymore, and it was taking everything in me not to run out of the building and go to the safety of my home where I could cry.

“Taras came to invite me to his wedding on Saturday. Wanna come as my plus one?”

The fact my brother, a man who lived and breathed the Road Kings MC, was saying the words ‘plus one’ would have been hilarious normally. But I could feel burning eating away at anything and everything inside me.

Did I want to witness the man I loved—the man who’d been inside me only four hours ago—marry someone else? No one would say yes to that.

“I’ve got something on,” I told him, the smile on my face feeling brittle now. “Congratulations, though, Taras. I hope you both have a happy life together.”

I saw out of the corner of my eye as his head jerked and he winced hearing the words. “Nell…”

Oblivious to the tension, Hunter snapped his fingers. “Oh yeah, you’re on vacation somewhere, aren’t you?”

No, no I wasn’t. Because the man I was meant to be going on it with had more than likely intended to ditch me at the airport, seeing as how he’d be getting fucking married two days after we left.

With a strength I didn’t know I had, I kept my eyes on my brother, a wall now forming around the man standing beside him.

“No,” I replied coolly, “that got canceled. I’m leaving tonight to visit a friend now instead.”

And I would be. In fact, the second I got home, I was packing a bag, and driving to Orlando to stay with my best friend, Lena.

Turning back to Taras, Hunter shrugged. “I’ll find someone, and I’ll tell Bruce about his invite, too.”

Not even bothering to say goodbye, I turned and headed back the way I’d come from, the burn morphing into an inferno inside me now.

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