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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)

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Jules
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I entered the small town of Eden, Wyoming, but I can easily say that being accosted by a few thugs in a dirty alley because I had a modicum of fashion sense hadn’t been high on the list of possibilities. Growing up in Manhattan probably should have prepared me better, but it wasn’t like there was a sign posted outside of Eden warning me to ditch my Mongolian wool wrap and dark nail polish. Sure, I knew I’d get some looks of disgust, but I’d always had a snarky remark at the ready. Unfortunately, snarky only worked when you weren’t having the crap kicked out of you.
Enter the kind of hot cowboy I’d been fantasizing about since, well, forever, and within seconds the ignorant bigots were stumbling out of the alley, and I was alone with my gorgeous savior. Only problem was that said savior was under the assumption that he’d been rescuing a damsel in distress.
And I was definitely no damsel. A fact that Hot Cowboy didn’t realize until after he’d kissed me.

Flynn
Eden was supposed to be another small town just like all the others. A place to do some temporary work on one of the local ranches before moving on. It wasn’t a life for most people, but it’d been working for me. With the exception of my horse, I liked being alone.
A dusty, garbage-filled alley changed all of that. Helping someone who was the victim of a serious beating wasn’t a big deal for me. The victim was a big deal. As soon as I locked eyes with the person I assumed was a woman based on the clothes and nail polish, I was a goner. As confused as I was about my attraction to her since I played for the other team, she kissed like a dream. Only she wasn’t a she at all.
The young man in my arms did something to me with that kiss. I was both relieved and disappointed when the guy took off. In the long run, it would be good because the last thing I needed was an intense attraction to someone who clearly didn’t belong in Eden.
Enter Black Hills Ranch and a familiar stranger who wasn’t very happy to see me.
At all.
Jules, a New York city boy, was an enigma but that didn’t matter. I wanted him. Even though we were like night and day, arguing with Jules was just as much fun as kissing him.
It was also very dangerous. For him. For me. The last thing I could afford was to fall for a guy who’d never truly be mine. I had to let him go. It was the right thing to do.
Then why did it feel so wrong?

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Chapter One

FLYNN

Even if I’d been at my sharpest, which I currently wasn’t thanks to yet another endless night of trying to coerce my restless mind to take a break for once and shut the hell up, I never would have heard the sound on my own.

Thankfully, my horse didn’t suffer from the same malady. When the stallion’s ears flicked forward and his pace quickened, it was enough to snap me out of the haze I’d been lost in from the moment I’d left my beloved stirrup leathers at the saddlery.

Unlike most riders, I didn’t need the stirrups to support my feet as I rode because it wasn’t my boots that were doing the communicating with my mount anyway. I let my horse take the lead because his senses were sharper than mine. The second I made out the muffled moan followed by raucous laughter, I let out the smallest of clicking sounds that sent my horse into a smooth, quiet canter. I gave the animal his head so he could figure out exactly where the sounds were coming from.

We’d only gone a few dozen feet when my horse slowed his stride enough that he could slip between two buildings. There was no more moaning or whimpering, but it was clear the tormenters weren’t done based on their laughter and the way they were prodding each other on.

“Dude, do it,” one guy said.

“Yeah?” another voice asked.

I heard what sounded like someone spitting.

I already had my leg swung over my horse’s back before he even came to a complete stop. It took just seconds to process what I was seeing as my booted feet hit the alley’s hard dirt. Three grown men were in the process of kicking dust all over what appeared to be some kind of large animal—a dog, maybe.

“You want some help gettin’ some of that dust off those pretty nails of yours?”

I couldn’t hear anything after that because the inferno of rage that had already been building inside of me took over every part of my body. The fuckers weren’t mistreating a dog. No, the body lying in the dirt at the men’s feet was that of a person who’d tucked themself into a tight ball and covered their head in an effort to protect themself from the random kicks to the ribs, the dust being kicked into their face, and the spit raining down on their small body.

As I got closer, my body switched from hot and out of control to ice cold and lethal.

Exactly the way I needed it to be.

Since I was once again in control of my senses, I heard the man standing closest to the figure on the ground continue with, “Maybe you should try a little meadow yellow first.”

The guy’s words made no sense to me until I heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down. His two buddies were too busy to even notice my silent approach because they were egging their friend on. Even if the other two hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have changed the way I delivered my message to the man who was obviously their leader.

I had no idea if the guy had managed to pull his dick free from his pants before I reached him, but I was kind of hoping he had because it would make what I was about to do all the more satisfying.

After slamming my boot into the back of the man’s right knee, I stepped around him just long enough to let my fist slam into his face. The man’s moans of pain told me he was clearly finished, but the sight of his flaccid dick had me seeing red all over again. I yanked him to his feet long enough to knee him in the balls. The whoosh of air that left his lungs as he grabbed his nuts before falling flat on his face still wasn’t enough to satisfy my bloodlust, but I had something, or rather someone, far more important on my mind. I had no qualms about putting my back to the guy’s two wide-eyed buddies because I knew they were no threat now that their leader was out of commission.

“Get him out of here,” I ordered them, my voice dripping with ice. If it hadn’t been for the person huddled tightly in a ball at my feet, I would have happily taken what remained of my rage out on the two cowards who’d yet to move. I ignored the muffled moans and groans as the three men made their escape. There was a brief ruckus and several very un-muffled swear words a few seconds later, but I didn’t need to look to know what was going on. My loyal mount was making sure the assholes didn’t dawdle as they left the alley.

“Hey,” I said softly to the person still huddled in the fetal position before me. I couldn’t make out whether it was a man or woman because of all the dust covering their clothing, but I knew better than to touch the traumatized individual. My chest grew tight for some inexplicable reason, but I ignored the sensation. “Are you hurt?”

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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
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One night, one bullet, two lives changed forever.

Cass
A legal technicality might be the reason I’m out of prison after serving only two years of what should have been multiple life sentences, but all I care about now is finding the man who put me behind bars in the first place. JJ Ferguson needs to see firsthand what his lies have turned me into.
Two years ago, JJ and I should have been talking about how we’d break it to his older brother that not only was JJ gay but he was also dating me, the guy who’d been his brother’s best friend since childhood.
Our lives had changed that night, just not in the way they should have. I saw JJ fall when the bullet tore through his brain, and I begged him to stay with me as his blood stained my shirt and ran down my arms. My own life ended the moment his did.
I’d been sitting in jail when my piece-of-crap public defense attorney had told me of JJ’s survival. I’d waited for days, then weeks for JJ to tell the cops the truth about that night, even if was still from his hospital bed. Dreams of being reunited with him and being at his side for every step of his recovery had made the nights easier, but waking up every morning and seeing the iron bars that stood between me and freedom had been a unique form of torture.

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CHAPTER 1

Cass

“Your five minutes starts now,” I growled as I walked around the large but plain office.

“Cass…”

Fuck. I knew that tone. I hated that tone. It wasn’t a command or plea. It wasn’t disappointment or anger. It was… well, it was Sully.

Only it was the real Sully; the one he rarely let anyone see.

“Damn it,” I muttered underneath my breath. I’d already spent too much time in the company of the man I’d once considered my best friend.

I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder every few seconds to make sure that the door leading into the office was wide open. It was, but that didn’t prevent the itch that was spreading beneath my skin.

Funny that I’d never felt that sensation while I’d been locked up. The need to keep moving was new too. I’d spent two years in a cell that had been less than half the size of the office I was currently in and yet the plainly furnished room with boxes, file folders, and mountains of paperwork scattered everywhere wasn’t big enough. It took every ounce of energy I had in me to stop moving and turn to face one of the many people who’d let me rot in my own personal hell for two long years.

“Four and a half,” I said simply. I’d made a deal with the man, so my only obligation was to see it through.

Sullivan “Sully” Ferguson was standing behind his desk, his head uncharacteristically hung. The man was built like a tank and pretty much behaved like one too by rolling over anyone or anything that dared to get in his way, but not today. Today he looked… tired.

I’d known the man since we’d been a couple of dumb fifteen-year-olds who’d both had to grow up fast. Sully had basically raised his younger brother and I’d been trapped in a world filled with wealth, power, and every other perk that had come with being born into a family with the right last name. Two worlds that had been as different as night and day and yet, in our own ways, we’d both been trapped within our own little prisons.

Ironically, Sully’s family had been the reason I’d been able to escape my life as an Ashby and the pre-stamped future that had come with it. Turned out, I hadn’t escaped—I’d just made a trade.

One prison for another.

One title for another.

Murderer.

That was my title now. It didn’t matter that my rich family had finally gotten around to scrounging up a fancy lawyer smart enough to get me out of prison… on a technicality, no less. Now I carried the mantle of two titles that would always be linked together no matter where I went or what I did. The Ashby heir turned murderer.

“You still do it,” Sully murmured before dropping into the worn desk chair behind him. His hard-ass, unyielding side was back.

“Do what?” I asked as I forced myself to move closer to the desk. There were a couple of chairs in front of the desk, but I didn’t want to sit. I didn’t want to be inside, either. I didn’t want walls or silence. I wanted to walk and just keep walking.

“Run your hands through your hair when you’re trying to get yourself under control,” Sully said around a cigar he was in the process of lighting.

Whatever brief lapse that had allowed me to see that my former friend was dealing with some heavy shit of his own was gone. He was once again the Sully the world needed him to be. Tough, cold, detached.

As teenagers we’d been nothing alike. Different social circles, different economic means, and very different personalities. I hadn’t understood what tough meant until I’d met Sully, but I also hadn’t aspired to be like him when it came to the way he’d held himself apart from the world.

Who knew that being locked in what had essentially been a coffin for two years would turn a man so far beyond hard and unyielding that it was like comparing a pebble to a boulder. Only now Sully was the pebble and I was the boulder.

“Three and a half,” I said. I didn’t have a watch on, but mental counting while doing ten other things had been required reading as part of my Introduction to Surviving Prison manual. “I wanted to keep it shaved but Hutch said it would look better for all my future court appearances,” I murmured absently as I once again toyed with my hair. I’d kept it shaved in prison because lesson two in the manual had been that long hair in prison was a weapon that could be used against the owner of that hair.

“There won’t be any more court shit,” Sully responded. “Those prosecutors would have lost to Asa Hutch the first time around. He would have spotted⁠—”

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Chasing Secrets (Pelican Bay #5) Read Online Sloane Kennedy http://www.ilovenovels.com/chasing-secrets-pelican-bay-5-read-online-sloane-kennedy Thu, 20 Jul 2023 19:19:39 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/chasing-secrets-pelican-bay-5-read-online-sloane-kennedy Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Insta-Love, M-M Romance Authors: Sloane Kennedy Series: Pelican Bay Series by Sloane Kennedy
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Total pages in book: 106
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Lincoln
I was just there to do my job and then he arrived, and I knew in my gut everything was about to change. Everything…
For former soldier turned nurse practitioner Lincoln Arden, Pelican Bay was supposed to be just another dot on a map, and the crotchety old man he’d been hired to assist in his physical rehabilitation was supposed to be just another patient whose body was slowly giving in to the harsh reality of time.
It was just another job… one in a long list of many. One that lasted only long enough that Lincoln could do what he needed to do and then keep moving. Always moving.
But nothing about the live-in job was like all the others. Not the chaotic group of men who’d made themselves into a family, not the charming old farmhouse that sat in the middle of nowhere, and most certainly not the endless acres of trees, streams, and every other one of Mother Nature’s miracles that reminded him of the beauty of life after being witness to so much death.
He’d done it, though. He’d remained on the outskirts of that family despite the warm welcome they’d offered him from day one, and he hadn’t let his surroundings make him forget that it would be time to move on soon enough.
But then he arrived…

Theo
Returning to Pelican Bay and the past that came with it was the last thing I wanted to do, but “visiting” my former best friend would give me the time I needed to figure out where to disappear to next…
Even though Theo Lancaster had only lived a few towns over from Pelican Bay, returning to the hometown of his one-time best friend in northern Minnesota was like walking through a doorway to the past and the exact moment his life had changed forever.
Simply put, the small, picture-perfect town was the last place he wanted to be, but with no home, no friends or family to lean on, and no money, his choices had been pretty limited. Fortunately, the past that haunted his dreams night after night had prepared him for the moment by turning him into something he’d never thought he would be.
A liar.
A fake.
A fraud.

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PROLOGUE

THEO

I really was a good liar.

It wasn’t something I was exactly proud of, but I couldn’t say I typically felt a lot of guilt about spouting falsehoods.

Not anymore.

And they weren’t really lies if you were just telling someone something they wanted to hear anyway, right?

Yes, Mom and Dad, I’ve been saved by the light of God.

Yes, Father Abbott, I’ve been healed through prayer, and He has forgiven me my sins.

Yes, I am cured of my unnatural desires and am grateful to my Lord God for showing me the way.

So then why the fuck couldn’t I catch my breath as I flipped the three locks on the door, ensuring I was once again safely ensconced alone in my apartment?

Why did it feel like I was fifteen again and lying to my parents about what I’d really been doing with the boy who’d been so much more than just my best friend?

He's okay. Ford is okay.

I pressed my head against the flimsy wood and tried to focus on the sounds of the apartments around mine. The couple across the hall were shouting at each other as usual and the guy three doors down was blaring his music so loud it made my teeth hurt. I was surprised the dealer in the apartment next to mine hadn’t done something about the hip hop-loving wannabe DJ since that much noise would be sure to draw unwanted attention to our building and, more specifically, our floor.

I almost laughed out loud.

Who was I kidding? The cops, along with the rest of the world, had given up on this part of the city a long time ago. Minneapolis and its sister city, St. Paul, successfully held on to its wholesome midwestern reputation year after year but it was just like any other place. Whether by choice or by circumstance, the lost hid themselves within the shadows of the found.

I was one of those lost, though I’d spent the better part of a decade pretending to be one of the found.

Found in God.

Found in life.

Found in myself.

Bullshit.

It was all bullshit.

Just like the lines I’d fed to my former best friend and childhood sweetheart, Ford, and his good-looking cop boyfriend minutes earlier.

Ford is okay.

My body began to feel equally hot and cold as I turned my back to the door and let my body slide along the wood until my ass hit the thin carpet.

Is this okay?

I’d asked Ford that question over and over as I’d unleashed my newfound desire on his gorgeous body when we’d still been foolish teenagers who’d believed we were somehow immune to the way the world really worked. Although Ford had been older than me by six months, I’d been the aggressor when it had come to giving in to the white-hot need that had become like a living thing between us from the first time we’d kissed.

Is this okay?

I could still see Ford’s blown pupils and swollen lips as he looked down at me and nodded. I could feel my hands shaking as I desperately worked to open the button and zipper of his snug jeans. I could still taste the sweetness of his kisses on my tongue as I let my fingers drift over the outline of his erection beneath the too-tight denim.

Is this okay?

Theo, please…

Theo, please.

Those had been the last sweet words I’d heard from his lips before the hellfire that my parents and their beloved Bible had warned me about had finally come crashing down on me… on my entire world.

“Fuck,” I whispered as I let my eyes drift shut and watched the entire scene play out again in my head.

Light flooding the dimness of the athletic shed that had served as a make-out spot for Ford and me.

My fingers tightening around the waistband of Ford’s jeans as I took in the sight of his erection tenting his briefs the second the thick flesh was free of the confining denim.

Wood slamming against wood, someone shouting, my desire-muddled brain trying to play catch-up.

Then pain.

So much fucking pain.

And not just from Ford’s fist as it had connected with my cheek. No, it was the name he’d called me as I lay on the floor at his feet trying to make sense of what was happening.

There’d been a lot of pain after that. Sometimes it had seemed like every minute, every hour, every day that had followed Ford’s defection had only been about pain.

My eyes popped open long before the other images could invade my brain. I felt the strength return to my body as a different kind of anticipation made my blood burn. I ignored the whisper of a voice somewhere deep inside my head that tried to tell me there was another way.

Because there wasn’t.

Not anymore.

Not in my world.

In my world, pain meant one thing and one thing only.

Relief.

Fucking relief.

Enough relief to remind myself that I’d escaped that hellish day and the ones that had followed and, just like Ford, I was okay.

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The Choice – A Love in Eden Short Read Online Sloane Kennedy http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-choice-a-love-in-eden-short-read-online-sloane-kennedy Thu, 01 Jun 2023 11:54:25 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-choice-a-love-in-eden-short-read-online-sloane-kennedy Genre: Alpha Male, M-M Romance Authors: Sloane Kennedy Advertisement

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If you could go back in time and make one different choice, what would that be?

It was the question that started it all. It was the question that brought two strangers together in the most unlikely of ways.

Especially since they weren’t strangers at all. As the head of a cattle empire, Hudson Warner is finally ready to settle down. Easier said than done for a man whose been living in the closet his entire life and would be risking everything he has once he steps out of it. Having already been burned before, Hudson’s taking no chances. An online dating app with no picture and limited details about who he is means no filtering through a bunch of guys only looking for sex or money or both.

And the question.

That one seemingly simple question that will speak volumes from any potential responders. One question and one answer and Hudson knows he’s found his other half. Endless hours of online conversation leads to the infamous first date… the date that turns everything on its head when the man turns out to be one of his very own employees.

And not just any employee.

Nope, fate has handed him his quiet, shy ranch hand Mouse; the one man he’s been lusting after for months but isn’t allowed to lay a finger on.

Will Hudson find the courage to choose the man he’s already fallen half in love with through a computer screen or will he play it safe and risk letting Mouse become his new answer to the very question that could have given him everything?

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CHAPTER ONE

HUDSON

I was in the midst of downing my second shot of whiskey when I saw him. Thankfully, I managed not to spew the obscenely expensive liquid all over the bar and myself but, unfortunately, I missed out on the sweet and spicy burn of the alcohol as it made its way down my throat. And the warmth that should have burned away the lingering tension of what I was about to do was completely nonexistent as my eyes raked over the young man nervously talking to the hostess who was presumably asking him if he had a reservation.

My eyes drank in the sight of his slim frame, honey-blond hair, and pale skin. Despite all the time he spent working in the hot Wyoming sun, the kid never seemed to get tan. Of course, the fact that he always wore long sleeves no matter how hot out it was probably had a lot to do with that. And he always kept his cowboy hat so low on his forehead that it kind of did make sense why he looked like a ghost compared to the other ranch hands.

My ranch hands.

Yep, the kid worked for me. He’d been hired by my foreman to do all the other shit that the ranch hands did but since the kid was probably only a hundred pounds soaking wet, he’d proven to be a pretty shitty ranch hand when it had come time to actually handle the large animals, especially when it came to branding and castration. When I’d seen the kid in action myself as he’d tried to wrangle a relatively small calf to the ground, I’d ignored the laughter of the other ranch hands and had simply told my foreman to fire the kid’s ass.

Three weeks later and the guy was still here, and I was still signing his paychecks. Well, actually I was doling out cash for his paychecks instead of signing paper ones. Hank, my sometimes too soft-hearted foreman, had not only convinced me to give the kid a second chance because he was apparently some kind of natural horse whisperer or something, but I’d also been finagled into paying the kid’s wages out in cash because Hank didn’t know his real name.

Mouse.

That was it.

That was his name.

Mouse. Just Mouse.

Well, the kid—Mouse—must have been saving up all that cash if he was in a place like The River’s Edge Supper Club. Not only was the intimate bar and restaurant on the high-end scale price-wise—at least in the small city of Cody, Wyoming—it was a hell of a long way from home. It was exactly the reason I’d picked the place for my little meet and greet that I’d been regretting from the moment I’d hit the enter button on my computer.

A blind date, Hudson? Really?

I told my inner voice to shove it and motioned to the bartender for another drink. It wasn’t even a blind date—it was a fucking dating app date.

A dating app.

And not the hookup kind either. I’d used my fair share of those for anonymous sex in out-of-the-way cheap-ass motels since I’d been in my late teens. My clueless folks had caught me sneaking out on more than one occasion but rather than consider the real reason their kid was leaving the ranch in the middle of the night for clandestine meetings under the cover of darkness, they’d believed my lies about late-night dates with Krissy Sheridan, the daughter of one of Eden’s most reputable families, who spent her evenings volunteering at a children’s hospital in the city.

The supposed good girl had actually been doing the same thing as me, only she liked the big, Harley-riding type of guys whereas I liked my guys a little softer and a whole lot more submissive. It was only by pure chance that Krissy and I had run into each other at the same rent-by-the-hour type of motel when we’d been seventeen and had learned about each other’s secret… and ended up striking a bargain that had served us well for many years… up until she’d left for college and my parents had died just weeks later in a car accident. She’d been my beard and I’d been her… well, beard, I supposed.

As the bartender slid my drink in front of me, my eyes continued to memorize every detail they could about Mouse. The way he rubbed one wrist with the opposite thumb as he spoke to the hostess, the way his eyes darted around the room like he was looking for something but was also afraid of actually finding it, and the way his too large blazer hung on his thin body. There were suede patches on the elbows and even from where I was sitting, I could see that the hem of the jacket was frayed and worn.

He should have been wearing a suit that was tailor-made for him… or better yet, just his birthday suit. The mere thought of Mouse standing naked beside my bed had my already hard dick thickening even more behind the zipper of my jeans. I was forced to take my eyes off Mouse for a moment to shift my ass on the barstool a bit so things wouldn’t be quite so uncomfortable. By the time I found a position that left my balls aching with need but not screaming out in pain, Mouse had left the hostesses’ little podium and it took me several long seconds to locate him again. When I finally did, I saw that he was heading for the bar, but his attention was on something in his pocket.

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Rushed – Christopher (The Four #5) Read Online Sloane Kennedy http://www.ilovenovels.com/rushed-christopher-the-four-5-read-online-sloane-kennedy Sat, 07 Jan 2023 22:47:10 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/rushed-christopher-the-four-5-read-online-sloane-kennedy Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Sloane Kennedy Series: The Four Series by Sloane Kennedy
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Christopher
Happily ever afters.
White knights riding to the rescue on their brazen steeds to rescue the damsel in distress.
Said knight declaring his undying love.
Same stories just with different covers.

Rush
I remembered the kid the second I saw him. I remembered the feel of him in my arms as I’d saved him from his would-be attacker years earlier. I remembered that I’d never wanted to let him go–that despite his young age, he’d fit in my arms like he’d been made for them.
But the young man opened the door might as well have been a stranger. Thin, jumpy, and distant, there was just no light in young Christopher’s eyes. Even the presence of his uncle, a man who’d treated him like a son from the first moment they’d met, elicited nothing more than passing query of why we were there.
It should have been a simple task… drop off the box of books Christopher’s uncle had asked me to help him and walk away. I managed the walk away part but between a tiny kitten appearing out of nowhere, some less than graceful footwork on my part and a broken table later, I’d been sitting on Christopher’s couch getting some TLC for a paltry wound.
And that had been when I’d seen it. The old Christopher.

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PROLOGUE

CHRISTOPHER

I knew we were in trouble from the second the beefy-looking bouncer smiled at us and waved us past without asking for ID. If that fact alone hadn’t been enough to assure me that this was a really, really bad idea, the huge man clinched it by settling a knowing grin (and not the good kind) on us and adding, “Have fun, boys. The guys are just going to eat you up.”

Say something, Christopher! Do something!

It was my own voice I was hearing in my head, and it had been screaming those same words into every brain cell since I could remember. But just like all the other times, I kept my mouth shut and followed my best friend and quasi-cousin, Gio, into the club.

The air inside was thick with the stench of sweat, sex, and weed, much like the smell of the house I’d spent the first fourteen years of my life growing up in. Just like back then, it made me sick to my stomach. So did the all-too-familiar sight of people fucking in plain sight. That had been a staple in my childhood home too, just like all the needles and glass pipes that had been lying on every usable surface in every room of the house.

Except my room.

I’d always been safe in my room, lost in a book so I wouldn’t have to hear any of what had been happening on the other side of that door. My uncle Micah had always made sure he was between me and whatever dangers lurked outside my precious stories and that weak, worn wooden door.

No matter what it cost him.

My body jerked when I saw two guys fucking up against the wall. The bigger guy had the smaller one pressed face-first against the rough-looking surface. My vision dimmed as a wave of unbearable heat flashed through me followed by an equally painful, bitter cold that made my veins feel like ice.

I could feel the hot breath on the back of my neck as the stench of cologne wafted all around me.

So sweet, little one. Nice and quiet just like my special boy was. Do you want to be my special boy just like your uncle Micah was?

A bright flash of light thankfully brought me back to the present and saved me from what could have been the panic attack from hell, but the relief was short-lived as I realized we were in the main part of the club and the interior was a brighter, louder, more crowded version of the hallway.

I wanted to turn tail and run. I wanted to beg Gio to forget his mission to confront the man he’d long ago lost his heart to. But my best friend needed closure, and there was no way I could leave him alone in a place like this.

But even as I vowed that this time I wasn’t going to be the pathetic coward that I was, my mind was screaming at me that this was all wrong. I could feel the eyes on me. Even though Gio was drop-dead gorgeous with his pale hair and fair features whereas I wouldn’t stand out in a crowd even if I was on fire, I knew that in this terrible, dangerous place, we were the same in one chilling way.

We were both prey.

“Gio, we should go,” I managed to choke out. My skin itched, and I couldn’t breathe. My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds instead of the whole hundred pounds soaking wet that it actually did.

“Yeah,” Gio responded unexpectedly. The mere fact that he was agreeing with me was proof that we were way in over our heads. I tried to take in a deep breath, but all I got was lungs full of smoke.

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Sawyer Hiding and running, that’s what I’m good at. It’s who I am. It’s who I have to be... For Sawyer Brower, the picture-perfect town of Pelican Bay was just supposed to be another place to take refuge for a few months before moving on. One year later finds the seemingly unflappable wildlife veterinarian settling into what’s supposed to be the quiet life of contentment he’s always wanted. But there’s nothing quiet about the arrival of the gorgeous but very bitter ex-soldier who seems intent on destroying what’s left of his life after losing his legs to an IED. Jett I didn’t just lose my legs in that godforsaken desert, I lost the man I used to be… the man I should’ve been. How the hell am I supposed to come back from that? I can’t. I won’t… While it took years of hard work and determination for Jett Sharpe to prove he deserved a spot in a prestigious military academy followed by an illustrious career in the army, it took just seconds for it to all be over. With nearly all of his brothers-in-arms lost to a roadside bomb and his own future irrevocably changed, Jett’s got little left to live for. So when his best friend shows up in Oklahoma with an ultimatum—go freely with him to Minnesota or by court order— Jett knows he has little choice in the matter. But hell if he’s going to make it easy on any of the men who keep trying to convince him he’s family. Two men running, one from the past, the other from the future… Nothing about Sawyer and Jett makes sense. Not after their disastrous first meeting and most certainly not the white-hot chemistry that keeps pulling them together. Scarred minds and wounded souls are forgotten when desire takes over, but masks have a way of settling back into place for two men who have nothing real to hang on to. Can Sawyer and Jett let the walls that are keeping them safe within themselves fall or will they miss out not only on each other, but the very thing the town of Pelican Bay is offering them? A place to call home.
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CHAPTER ONE

SAWYER

“Jerry, so help me God, if you take a shit on me—”

“Ooooh, Uncle Sawyer, you said a bad word again.”

Fuck.

Since I was currently bent over the small hoof of one of my least favorite patients, it was easier just to take an upside-down look between my legs to confirm that I’d once again been caught in the act by the Bad Word Police. The sight of bright red sneakers and matching red pants with orange lightning bolts running up the side of them confirmed that I was out another dollar for my infraction. I sighed as I gave Jerry’s hoof another once-over before releasing the zebra’s hind leg.

“Newt,” I began as I straightened and turned to face the little boy.

“No do-overs or takesies-backsies,” the child declared, then he stuck a small glass jar through the rails of the fence.

“What, you’re carrying the swear jar around now?” I asked with mock outrage as I fished out my wallet.

Newt shrugged and shook the jar a bit. A few coins jingled but the majority of the space in the container was taken up by dollar bills.

My dollar bills.

“Uncle Dallas said to bring it with me since I was coming to see you,” Newt announced. He used his free hand to stroke Jerry’s black muzzle. The normally ornery zebra, who I was sure was the devil reincarnated, nuzzled Newt’s hand. The black and white striped menace had spent much of my short visit with him trying to take bites out of my ass, but with Newt, the four-legged spawn of hell was all soft whinnies and doe eyes.

My gaze shifted to the sleek white wolf sitting quietly at Newt’s side. The large animal was nearly as tall as Newt, yet I knew, like Jerry, the creature was completely entranced by the little boy.

Of course, it didn’t take much to fall head over heels for the five-year-old. He might not have been related to me by blood but being his unofficial Uncle Sawyer wasn't any kind of hardship. I probably should've considered it strange that I felt more like a true uncle to Newt than I did to my actual nephews and nieces, but given that I barely spoke to my siblings, it was no wonder that my relationship with their children didn't go beyond the obligatory birthday card complete with a gift card or $50 bill. In the early years, I'd actually gotten a thank you card in return, but those too had fallen by the wayside. I wasn't really sure why I was keeping up the pretense.

The jangling of the swear jar reminded me of the task at hand. I sent Newt a pretend frown as I begrudgingly put the money into the jar. "Don't go spending this all in one place," I told him.

"Can't. Mad says I gotta keep some for college." Newt shrugged. "He says at the rate you're going, I'll be able to go to Harr… Harr…"

"Harvard?" I supplied.

He nodded eagerly. "Twice," he added.

I managed to catch myself before I called Newt's quasi-second father a colorful name. I didn't even dare mumble the word under my breath because Newt had the hearing of a bat.

"'Sides, I don't want to go to Harv-ed."

I braced my arms against the top of the fence. "Oh yeah, how come?"

"'Cause I'm gonna have my own Lightning and drive really fast. And I'm gonna play the vi-lin like Uncle Nolan and I'm gonna help take care of all the animals like Mad and Uncle Dallas and I'm gonna draw and color like Uncle Ford and arrest the bad men like Uncle Cam."

I found myself smiling as he rattled off all of his future career tracks. Not one of the men he'd named was related to him in any kind of way, but they were all his family. Hell, they were all my family. I still didn't even know how that had happened. It was pure luck that I’d ended up in Pelican Bay, Minnesota, but the fact that the small town was barely even a dot on the map had made it all the more appealing. Simply put, I'd wanted to get lost. I'd wanted a fresh start, to begin life anew without the heavy weight of expectation and constant self-doubt on my shoulders. I'd pictured a solitary lifestyle in a no-name town where no one wondered or cared who I was.

I'd gotten the fresh start part, but there was nothing solitary about my life. I wasn't even sure how it had occurred, but I knew who was responsible for it. The same men who'd taken Newt and his older brother, Isaac, into their lives had taken me in as well. No questions asked, no expectations of something in return. It was something I still found myself doubting on occasion. How many nights did I still lie awake in my bed too afraid to fall asleep for fear that I'd wake up and find that it had all been a dream? That I was back in the too-clean, too-sterile, too-perfect oceanfront beach house that had served as my prison for so long?

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Rush It’s been four years since I rescued young Christopher from what would have been a violent assault, and while I haven’t seen the now twenty-two-year-old since then, he’s never been far from my thoughts. But he's barely even a shell of who he used to be and I want to know why. Christopher He was once my knight in shining armor but now he's the threat. I've spent years hiding the truth from my family and I can't let Rush's reappearance change that. Not yet. But how do I tell him he can't save me this time? That no one can...
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PROLOGUE

CHRISTOPHER

I knew we were in trouble from the second the beefy-looking bouncer smiled at us and waved us past without asking for ID. If that fact alone hadn’t been enough to assure me that this was a really, really bad idea, the huge man clinched it by settling a knowing grin (and not the good kind) on us and adding, “Have fun, boys. The guys are just going to eat you up.”

Say something, Christopher! Do something!

It was my own voice I was hearing in my head, and it had been screaming those same words into every brain cell since I could remember. But just like all the other times, I kept my mouth shut and followed my best friend and quasi-cousin, Gio, into the club.

The air inside was thick with the stench of sweat, sex, and weed, much like the smell of the house I’d spent the first fourteen years of my life growing up in. Just like back then, it made me sick to my stomach. So did the all-too-familiar sight of people fucking in plain sight. That had been a staple in my childhood home too, just like all the needles and glass pipes that had been lying on every usable surface in every room of the house.

Except my room.

I’d always been safe in my room, lost in a book so I wouldn’t have to hear any of what had been happening on the other side of that door. My uncle Micah had always made sure he was between me and whatever dangers lurked outside my precious stories and that weak, worn wooden door.

No matter what it cost him.

My body jerked when I saw two guys fucking up against the wall. The bigger guy had the smaller one pressed face-first against the rough-looking surface. My vision dimmed as a wave of unbearable heat flashed through me followed by an equally painful, bitter cold that made my veins feel like ice.

I could feel the hot breath on the back of my neck as the stench of cologne wafted all around me.

So sweet, little one. Nice and quiet just like my special boy was. Do you want to be my special boy just like your uncle Micah was?

A bright flash of light thankfully brought me back to the present and saved me from what could have been the panic attack from hell, but the relief was short-lived as I realized we were in the main part of the club and the interior was a brighter, louder, more crowded version of the hallway.

I wanted to turn tail and run. I wanted to beg Gio to forget his mission to confront the man he’d long ago lost his heart to. But my best friend needed closure, and there was no way I could leave him alone in a place like this.

But even as I vowed that this time I wasn’t going to be the pathetic coward that I was, my mind was screaming at me that this was all wrong. I could feel the eyes on me. Even though Gio was drop-dead gorgeous with his pale hair and fair features whereas I wouldn’t stand out in a crowd even if I was on fire, I knew that in this terrible, dangerous place, we were the same in one chilling way.

We were both prey.

“Gio, we should go,” I managed to choke out. My skin itched, and I couldn’t breathe. My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds instead of the whole hundred pounds soaking wet that it actually did.

“Yeah,” Gio responded unexpectedly. The mere fact that he was agreeing with me was proof that we were way in over our heads. I tried to take in a deep breath, but all I got was lungs full of smoke.

I was practically glued to Gio’s side as we turned and began making our way back the way we’d come, but we didn’t make it more than a couple of steps before three behemoths stepped into our path. Gio stuck his arm toward me, and coward that I was, I took his hand and let him place me at his back so that he alone was facing what I knew in my gut was a very real threat.

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Forbidden – King (The Four #4) Read Online Sloane Kennedy http://www.ilovenovels.com/forbidden-king-the-four-4-read-online-sloane-kennedy Wed, 29 Sep 2021 10:33:04 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/forbidden-king-the-four-4-read-online-sloane-kennedy Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Sloane Kennedy Series: The Four Series by Sloane Kennedy
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King My brothers think I have a lot of secrets. They have no idea… My job is to rescue kids who’ve been stolen from their families. I’m good at it and it helps me forget my own ugly childhood, but I’m a grown man now and the family of my heart is all I need. Except that I haven’t seen them in two years. I walked out of their lives without an explanation. I walked away from him without even saying goodbye. I know how much I hurt him. I know how badly I broke his trust. But even though we’re not related by blood, our family thinks of me as his uncle. Yet there’s no part of me that thinks of young Giovanni Covello that way. Problem is, I shouldn’t be thinking about him at all, especially since my thoughts have become less and less innocent since Gio turned eighteen. He’s closing in on twenty now and there’s no escaping him anymore because he’s in New York, the place I rest my head. I don’t trust myself around him, yet I can’t stay away, not after learning about the painful nightmares and frightening memories he’s experiencing about his own abduction and imprisonment as a child. He’s the son of one of my best friends and he’s had a crush on me for years. But I have to leave him alone. I just have to. Not because I don’t want Gio, but because he shouldn’t want me. I can’t give him what he wants, what we both want. Not now. Not ever. Gio Things didn’t make sense until he came along. Four years ago, he saved me from myself. Now he’s trying to do it again. But I don’t need saving. I need more than that. So much more… I don’t remember much about the life I lived as a child after I was stolen from my family, but my doctor says I will. Apparently, the wall in my head will come crashing down one day and all the ugly memories of what had been done to me will come rushing back to me. I haven’t told anyone, but it’s already happening. I just need to get through the computer course I’m taking in New York City so I can prove to myself that I can live an independent life before returning home to Seattle. My plan is a pretty good one, but I forgot to include one important variable. King. He’s supposedly my uncle but I’ve never seen King that way and there’s not even one drop of shared blood between us. Two years ago, he was my protector and my friend. And then he was just… gone. He’s back now and wants back into my life, but not to resume our friendship or to act on the attraction he’s finally admitted to having toward me. No, he just wants to keep me safe. But that’s a good thing, right? What could go wrong with having the guy I can’t stop thinking about living with me under my own roof? Answer: Everything. *This book has trigger warnings. As they could cause spoilers, you can find them at the beginning of the book on the page called Trigger Warnings. You can use the Look In feature of the ebook to read the Trigger Warning before deciding on your purchase.*
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Chapter 1

It was love at first sight.

I was ten years old at the time, and I fell as only a clueless little kid could—by belly flopping into love with absolutely no regard for logic or reason, and with only the flimsiest grasp on reality.

Was it mutual?

Oh, hell no.

It wasn’t like I could just fall for a kid in my class. Instead, the object of my adolescent infatuation was a seventeen-year-old god among men named Eden Davis. He was a new friend and teammate my brother Casey brought home one day after football practice, and he was perfection.

The moment I met him, it felt like an asteroid had just smashed into my little world and thrown everything off kilter. That might seem overstated. What can I say? I was a dramatic kid. But the impact he had on my life really was huge.

Falling for Eden meant acknowledging I was gay for the first time. It shaped the man I grew into, and it affected every relationship I’d ever have.

The impact was that big because fifteen years later, I was still madly in love with Eden. It was an ache in my chest that had been there so long it had become a part of me. And it was as unrealistic as ever. Even though I wasn’t a kid anymore, my brother’s straight best friend was still totally unattainable.

Oddly enough, the three of us were currently roommates. When Eden and Casey decided to move to San Francisco to look after Eden’s granddad, I did what I’d been doing for years and tagged along.

At least I’d been promoted from an annoying kid pestering my big brother and his friend to one of the guys. More or less. Sometimes it felt like a cartoon I’d seen of a duck standing on one leg in a flock of flamingos. The caption said, “They’ve finally accepted me as one of their own.”

Not that flamingos were the right analogy. Casey and Eden were more like two lions, and I was a goofy yellow lab, wearing a mane made of mop yarn and trying to blend in. Despite the fact that they let me hang out with them now, there was still a divide. Even at twenty-five, I was convinced they still thought of me as a kid.

“Earth to Seth.” That was from my brother. He said that to me a lot. When I shot him a look, he smirked at me and said, “Concentrate, bro. You look like you’re about two seconds from slicing up your finger, instead of that carrot.”

The three of us were making dinner, and okay, yes, my mind had been wandering. That was why I was on salad duty, as usual. One little kitchen fire one time, and I was no longer trusted with the stove. My tendency to daydream really worked against me in my quest to convince both Eden and Casey I was an actual adult now.

It also didn’t help that at thirty-two, both of them were doing what I liked to call “important grown man jobs.” Eden was a police officer, and Casey was finishing up nursing school and working in a hospital. Meanwhile, they thought I delivered pizza for a living. That was what I’d been doing when we’d first moved here from St. Louis at the beginning of the year. They’d be equal parts furious and horrified if they knew I’d actually spent the last six months working as a prostitute.

For obvious reasons, I’d decided that was information they just did not need.

I hated to think about what would happen if either of them ever found out. There’d be lots of yelling, but the lectures would be even worse. It’d be just like the time I borrowed my mom’s car at fourteen and went for a joy ride. My parents didn’t even have to lecture me, because Eden and Casey did such a thorough job. As soon as the police brought me home, my brother and his bestie—who’d become part of the family by that point—started in with, “What were you thinking?” And, “I thought you knew better,” and so on.

No doubt I’d get the same lecture if they found out what I was up to these days, except that it would also include a huge helping of excruciating embarrassment. Part of still thinking of me as a kid meant that Casey and Eden were uncomfortable talking about anything even remotely sexual within five hundred yards of me.

Just imagine if they knew I’d been taking cock for cash. Dick for dollars. Peen for green. Why were there so many ways to say that?

“Ow.”

Okay, so I did what Casey had warned me about and cut my finger. He didn’t have it in him to let an “I told you so” opportunity pass him by, although he phrased it, “What did I just say?”

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Con I have everything I’ve ever wanted… so why do I still feel like the kid who came from nothing? Please help him … Three little words that have haunted me for years. Three little words that I know I’ll take to my grave. It was supposed to be just another fight. Another few minutes of using my fists and my so-called natural “gift” for fighting to raise the cash I needed to save my little brother’s life. But it wasn’t just another fight. Yes, I had walked away with the prize money and yes, I had saved my brother, but I’d also destroyed not one, but two lives. I’d left my opponent broken on the ground with his eight-year-old brother begging the onlookers around him for help. Begging me for help. But I’d walked away… Fifteen years later and that little boy is now a bitter, broken young man standing over his brother’s grave; the grave I might as well have put him in. I want nothing more than to help Micah Fox escape the hell his life has become, the life I condemned him to, but he wants nothing to do with me. But I can’t walk away this time. I won’t. Micah I’m so close to escaping my ugly little world that I can practically taste it. No way in hell am I letting the man who put me there try to play hero now. That night was supposed to change my life. It did. Just not in any way I could have ever conceived of. Fifteen years ago, the man known only as Zeus to his fans left my brother a broken man who wanted nothing to do with the world around him. I couldn’t save my brother, but I sure as hell can make sure my niece and nephew have a future… the one their father should have had. Zeus or Con or whatever the hell his name is wants to help me now? Not happening. He might know how to turn on the charm and play to his legions of adoring fans, but he and I both know what kind of monster lurks inside him. Okay, so what if strange things happen in my belly when he touches me? What if I feel a little stronger when he wraps his arms around me and promises me that everything will be okay? It’s not real. It can’t be. Because hate is all I have right now. If I let Con take that from me… Like I said… it can’t be real. I won’t let it be.
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Chapter One

Con

The kid knew how to throw a punch, I had to give him that.

Fifteen seconds ago, I’d been taking in the young man’s frail frame as he’d comforted the two children huddled beneath the umbrella with him all the while thinking to myself that a stiff wind could blow the guy over.

My stinging jaw was proof that he was stronger than I’d given him credit for.

Like his brother…

“I take it you know who I am?”

“I do,” he snapped as he shook out his hand. I had a sneaking suspicion he’d ended up causing more damage to his own hand than he had my face, but I didn’t remark on that fact. I glanced down at his knuckles.

Yep, already turning red. They’d be black and blue by day’s end while I’d probably have to look hard in the mirror to see the mark he’d left on my face.

I waited for another punch, but none came.

Very much unlike his brother…

The same brother who lay buried six feet under not more than a dozen feet behind the kid.

“I’m sorry, I just came to pay my respects—”

“Go to hell,” the kid said in response, his green eyes like ice.

I needed to stop thinking of him as a kid because even though that was what he’d been the last time I’d seen him, there was nothing kid-like about him. I couldn’t help but let my gaze roam over him as I tried to find any evidence of the little boy I’d seen a fleeting glimpse of as I’d turned my back on his brother’s still body so long ago.

The kid’s—young man’s—dirty-blond hair was pushed halfheartedly off his forehead like he’d been repeatedly running his fingers through the soft-looking locks. His face was made of sharp lines and angles that made his unusual beauty seem just a little bit too harsh. Despite the fact that he was almost my height, I had to outweigh him by at least fifty pounds. I figured part of that was just his natural lean frame, but between his pale skin and the sharpness of his collarbone sticking up from the neckline of his shirt, my gut was telling me that he’d been missing out on a lot of regular meals for a while. In addition to hanging off his body, his clothes showed considerable wear and tear and weren’t a match for the elements. Thankfully, with it being late summer in New Jersey, he didn’t have to worry about the cold, but the storm clouds rumbling above our heads meant his thin dress shirt and khaki slacks would be soaked through in a matter of seconds when the heavens finally did give in and let loose.

“Uncle Micah?” I heard one of the kids with him—the little girl—call in confusion and fear.

“It’s okay, Rory,” the guy, Micah, called without looking over his shoulder. “It’s over.”

“Did he come to say goodbye to Papa?”

Papa? What the hell?

“She’s Brady’s kid?” I blurted before I could consider my words. “So Brady wasn’t—”

Before I could finish my sentence, Micah grabbed my wrist and dug his fingers into my skin. It didn’t hurt overly much but the move caught me off guard just the same and I snapped my mouth shut.

“Don’t,” he whispered harshly. “Just don’t.”

Something about the way he was holding on to me was almost desperate. I couldn’t think of any other word to describe it, even though it made no sense. There was not even a scintilla of doubt in my mind that Micah hated me with every fiber of his being, and rightfully so. I’d destroyed his brother’s life. If anyone had done to my brothers what I’d done to Brady Fox…

“Please, just go,” Micah added as he glanced over his shoulder at the children.

My eyes followed his to where the kids were standing huddled under the umbrella, the freshly turned earth behind them a brutal reminder of where we were.

And why we were there.

The girl couldn’t have been more than five and she looked nothing like the man I remembered. Micah, at least, had the same coloring as his late brother but the child—Rory—had dark hair and eyes and her skin tone hinted at biracial heritage.

The boy next to her was a different story. He looked very much like Micah. It was hard to guess his age, though. He was tall but still looked in early adolescence so he could have been anywhere from twelve to fifteen. Since that made him too old to be Micah’s kid, that left Brady as the most likely sire. The boy had his eyes practically glued to the ground. When he did briefly look my way, he let out a little whimper and dropped them again. The knowledge that I was scaring the hell out of him caused my stomach to roil.

Like Micah, both kids seemed to be on the thin side. Their clothes were clean and didn’t show the same wear as Micah’s, but while the boy looked like he was ten seconds away from outgrowing his clothes, Rory’s dress appeared to be a size too big. Something about the kids’ outfits niggled at my brain, though I couldn’t say why.

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Watch Me
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Sloane Kennedy
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B08N3GJFBC
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Nikolai My rules when it comes to my job in personal protection are pretty simple: 1. Protect the client’s life, not their feelings. 2. Don’t put hands on a client unless you’re getting them out of harm’s way. 3. For God’s sake, don’t do something stupid like fall in love. Twenty-four hours after meeting Jude Archer, rules 1 and 2 are already out the window. Thankfully there’s no chance of falling for the callous businessman who cares more about his next deal than he does his own safety. Jude may have managed to make fools of all the guys his wealthy boss and rumored lover has hired to watch him, but he’s playing in the big leagues now. The son of a bitch might not value his life, but I’m pretty fond of mine. Time to teach the clueless Jude Archer a few hard lessons… Jude My rules for success aren’t for everyone, but they should be. 1. Work hard. 2. When you’re on the verge of giving up, work harder. Life owes you nothing. You have to take what you want. 3. For God’s sake, don’t do something stupid like get distracted by feelings. With just weeks between me and the closing of the deal that will give me everything I want, I don’t have time to worry about a supposed stalker who hasn’t had the balls to do anything more than send a few threatening letters to my wealthy boss. Sure, I sent a few so-called bodyguards packing. Even if I thought I was in serious danger, I can’t have someone watching me 24/7. My life works the way it does for a reason and no one, not even the gorgeous Russian ex-soldier who thinks he can scare me into submission, is going to change that. Nikolai Falkov thinks he has something to teach me? Yeah, good luck with that.
Books by Author:	Sloane Kennedy

Chapter 1

Nikolai

I never lost focus.

Never.

I couldn’t say the same for my opponent, though, because as soon as Dannie’s sultry voice came over the PA system, Harvey dropped his shoulder just a bit and it was over. With one subtle shift of my elbow, I dodged his defensive stance and nailed him in the jaw. The man, who outweighed me by a good fifty pounds, went down hard and heavy, causing the whole flooring of the aging ring to shudder beneath us.

“Fuck!” Harvey snapped as he slammed his gloved hand on the ground next to him. “Dannie!” he moaned in annoyance as soon as he realized that we had an audience. A good dozen men who’d been training on the weights and mats around the ring had stopped at some point to watch Harvey and me spar, and most were now chuckling.

Though I’d technically been the one to knock Harvey on his ass, the sexy Dannie had been the one to actually take him down.

“Harvey, was it your name I called just now?” Dannie asked, her voice ringing over the PA system. Since there was no way the spitfire secretary could have heard Harvey’s lamenting from her office, it could only mean one thing. I looked up into the rafters of the building and sure enough, there just outside the set of offices was Dannie with the PA microphone in hand. She was leaning against the railing, giving the guys below her a perfect view of her curvy body. Undoubtedly, nearly every set of eyes were either on her ample cleavage or her shapely backside.

Except mine.

“No, it wasn’t, was it?” she continued, her Southern twang ratcheting up a bit. “Unless you went and changed your name to Nik without tellin’ me,” she added, her eyes pinning Harvey even further to the mat.

“No, Dannie, sorry, I didn’t think—” Harvey began but Dannie cut him off with nothing more than a tightening of her lips. The man wisely shut his trap.

“Nik,” Dannie said into the PA microphone, “Mike needs to see you, sugar.” She shot me a wink and then turned on her heel and disappeared back into her office, giving the hungry men below another view of what I’d been told was an epic ass.

I was an ass man myself, but soft curves just weren’t my thing. Never had been, never would be.

As Dannie made her exit, I leaned down to offer my arm to Harvey. The fool still had his eyes glued to the rafters. “That ass worth dying for?” I asked in all seriousness. Harvey must have heard something in my tone because his eyes quickly jumped to mine. “You ready to tell some woman that her husband is gone because you were focused on your hard-on? You know how you’re going to explain to some kids their parent isn’t ever coming home again because you were looking for your next fuck instead of doing your job?”

The humor in the room deflated faster than a popped balloon.

Good. Mission accomplished.

I left Harvey where he was lying and directed my comments to the small group of men. “Is that good enough for any of your wives or girlfriends or kids?” I snapped.

There were several mumbled responses, but no one spoke up. It wasn’t until the guys started turning away that I heard muffled words like “hardass” and “dick.”

They were the exact right responses because I didn’t fuck around when it came to people’s lives. Not with those of the men and women we protected and especially not with those of the guys who made up the small team of bodyguards that worked for Smithfield Security.

I went to stand over Harvey and once again offered him my arm. He sighed and locked his forearm around mine so I could pull him to his feet. “Sorry, boss,” he muttered. I didn’t bother to correct the title because everybody had been calling me that from the time I’d started working for Smithfield.

“Focus,” I reminded him before I bumped his glove with mine.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

I began working my gloves off as I left the ring. That familiar prickling sensation of knowing I was being watched had me quickly scanning my surroundings. I saw the company’s actual boss leaning against the railing where Dannie had been. Mike gave me a wave. I nodded in response and then grabbed a towel before making my way to the stairwell that led to the second floor. Mike was back in his office by the time I reached it. Dannie was handing him a stack of papers and explaining which ones needed his review. I waited in the doorway until they were done and as Dannie exited, I entered.

“Sorry, Nik,” she said as she flicked her eyes in the general direction of the ring.

“No you aren’t,” I responded with a grin. “Keep ’em coming.”

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