Terri E. Laine

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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)

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"Damaged King is a fast-paced, smoking-hot novel that pulls you into the story from the very first word. I’ve never read Terri E. Laine before but now I’m seriously curious about all of these other King men that make appearances in this book." - A Grand Romance reviewerA last-minute trip puts me face to face with the most arrogant man I’ve ever met.

The pilot.

Grant King may be hot as all get out, but he’s a grade A jackass.

Before I even board the chartered flight, his irritating and judgmental comments make me want to throttle him, bringing out my snarky side.

Only what was supposed to be a five-hour trip turns into my worst nightmare.

The last thing I want to do is spend any more time with the gorgeous jerk.

But weather forces us to land in a small town I’ve never heard of.

One night in a rustic cabin is far too much. Add in a road trip and interstate highway shut down, and we’re put in close quarters one too many times. Heat sparks between us.

By the time we part ways, I’m on the fence about never seeing him again.

What I don’t expect on my first day back as a flight attendant is to meet the new pilot.

Grant King.

The universe is against me.

I’m determined not to fall for his charms and be another notch on his bedpost.

He, on the other hand, sees things differently.

Though I might protest, our ending is one I don’t see coming.This is a standalone novel within the All The Kings' Sons world.

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1

Jolie

All of my concentration went into putting one foot in front of the other as tears streamed down my face.

The news that my beloved grandmother was in the hospital and could die had me on shaky legs. Add to that a major weather system was causing havoc in the Northeast, and most flights to New York were grounded.

Thankfully, my father, who hadn’t been around much of my life, stepped in and got me a seat on a chartered flight.

Unfortunately, the red gauzy cover-up I wore would do nothing against the harsh elements of a New York winter, but I hadn’t been given much time to pack to make this flight. The pilot had insisted on leaving immediately to have a chance of beating the storm that was set to batter the Northeastern Coast.

“You know we’re going to New York, right?”

I glanced up from my position at the top of the stairs that led into the well-worn cabin of the plane. Storm gray eyes held my gaze from a face that could grace any cover and looked way too young to be flying this plane. Yet, the uniform he wore was clearly intended for someone sitting in the pilot’s seat.

“I do. I didn’t have time to pack,” I admitted.

His barely contained scowl deepened as his eyes dropped down and back up again.

“Too busy shopping, I’m sure,” he said before muttering, “Rich girls.”

“What?” I spat. “For your information, you didn’t give me a lot of time and I have to see my grandmother.”

He had no idea of my circumstance. I wasn’t rich despite my father’s bank account. I was more like the dirty secret he kept well-hidden away. If my father’s mother hadn’t asked for me, I wouldn’t be on this plane.

“Whatever, Little Red Riding Hood. If we don’t leave now, we won’t make it. As it stands, chances aren’t good.”

I stood my ground.

“The question is, if you’re that good. You don’t look old enough to buy alcohol. Why should I put my life in your hands?”

He shrugged, saying, “Your choice,” before turning to leave me standing just outside the plane’s door. He had to duck, as the height of the plane didn’t suit his frame.

“Wait. Don’t you have other passengers?”

He glanced over his shoulder. “What? Rich girls like you aren’t used to flying solo? Do you need an entourage?”

“It’s not like that…” I trailed off, not understanding. My father wasn’t known for his generosity. Not when it came to me. “Christian—” I began using my father’s first name.

“Look, if you want to make it to Grandma’s, you’re going to need to strap in. I’ve got many things to do.”

I stepped inside. The leather seats looked well-loved and were still like butter when I strapped myself in the right forward-facing seat. There were four seats behind that, club style, but there was no one with me.

A guy with a yellow vest and clipboard strode in and followed the pilot, who hadn’t given me his name, into the cockpit.

As a flight attendant, I knew the drill. I probably could have helped, but FAA rules didn’t permit such thing, as I wasn’t on the manifest as an attendant but a passenger.

When the yellow vest guy walked out, the pilot was on his heels, bent down, as he couldn’t stand completely upright. As soon as vest guy left, the pilot turned to me.

“Last chance. Are we going?” he asked.

I nodded and he pulled closed the door.

“No flight attendant?” I asked out of curiosity.

He turned, annoyance radiating off of him. “Sorry, Your Highness. It’s just you and me. You’re going to have to get your own drinks.”

Before I could answer, his eyes dropped to my bag and I sighed. I’d forgotten to stow it.

He marched over and snagged it from the floor. “Let me take care of that,” he said with a mocking smile and false cheer.

He walked it over to a small closet located near the door and tossed it in all while watching me.

I would have apologized if not for his complete arrogance. He assumed he knew me and probably wouldn’t care if I told him the truth. I didn’t bother, just rolled my eyes, wanting this flight to be over as soon as possible.

“I should probably go over the safety rules, but my guess is you know the drill. This is a Cessna Citation V. There is the exit there.” He pointed at the door I’d entered. “The rest I’m sure you’re familiar with. Stay seated and buckled unless I tell you otherwise.”

His eyes slid down my body, which wasn’t exactly hidden underneath the dress, which doubled as a coverall for the swimsuit I wore.

I should have been put off, but fire burned a path of his perusal of my body to where it stopped at the juncture between my legs after coming back from the length of my legs.

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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)

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A spinoff standalone set in the world of the All The King's Sons series featuring Matt. Can be read without reading the others.

Her
I’m not a woman who needs saving.
I’m the one who saves herself.
Until I’m too broken to save anyone, including myself.
When all hope is lost,
In walks a gorgeous man who marks me as prey.
I may be unable to deny his offer of salvation.
But that doesn’t mean I’ll give him my heart.

Him
I made a promise.
Two in fact.
First - Destroy the man they called Ruin.
Second – Save the sister of someone I call friend while doing the first.
She’s a means to an end, no matter how stunning she is.
My code name is Rook.
I’m not her savior, though she may be my ruin.

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1

My internal alarm clock went off, and I blinked several times to focus. For a second, I didn’t remember where I was. But the exposed brick walls reminded me I was back in my studio apartment in Chicago.

“Hey.” The soft voice was another reminder that I wasn’t alone.

“Hey,” I said back.

“Don’t sound so excited.” My handler rolled to the left and gingerly got off the bed naked as the day she was born.

Inwardly, I groaned. It was true her cover was one of a long list of women to spend time in my bed. That didn’t mean we had to fully act it out. Besides, the op was over. Nicolas Cortez, the kingpin of Chicago, was in federal custody.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked, undeterred by my silence. I shrugged because I wouldn’t tell her my plans. “Maybe you should take a vacation, Shawn.”

Shawn wasn’t my real name. But I’d been called it so much I responded as easily as if she’d called me Matt. Her point, however, was to convey that the brass at the bureau wanted me out of Chicago.

“Things are hot in the city right now. I just might do that,” I said, sticking to my cover. Though the kingpin was in jail, the extent of his reach was long. I swept for bugs daily, otherwise known as listening devices, but you never knew.

She giggled as if she were some silly woman instead of a deadly weapon. Her training was as extensive as mine. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she said teasingly, but I understood it for what it was—a warning.

“You know me.”

She didn’t exactly know me. We’d only worked together for about a year when she replaced my previous handler. What she hadn’t suggested was for me to move from the area. That meant I was to remain a cop with the Chicago PD. Technically, I was on suspension from that job. An internal investigation was pending regarding my involvement with the kingpin. I’d been his right-hand man. Chicago PD’s internal affairs department was looking into it because they’d caught me with Cortez when he was arrested. It was all part of my FBI cover, and the bureau would use back channels to clear me of that… eventually.

After my handler left, I checked my watch. I had an hour before a meeting I’d set up and headed for the shower. I’d made promises I had to keep. One I’d made to my brother-in-law, Connor King. Another to the man I was meeting.

An hour later, I walked into a dive bar on Rush Street and headed to a back shadowy corner that had been agreed upon. There sat David Royal. I almost didn’t recognize one of Chicago’s most eligible bachelors as he wore a White Sox baseball hat.

I slid into the booth opposite him just as a server dropped off two beers. It was a little early, but past noon.

“On time,” he said and took a swig of his beer.

“Always. I keep my promises.”

He nodded but didn’t look happy about it. “How’s Natalie?” he asked.

Natalie was the kingpin’s only daughter. She’d also been a bargaining chip David lost.

“Do you really want to know?” He looked away. “You really liked her?”

He met my eyes, and I held his squarely as he spoke. “It’s not often you find a woman like her. She was a breath of fresh air.”

I nodded, understanding what he meant. He had no idea how closely I could commiserate with him. He saw me as part of Chicago’s underbelly. Where I’d grown up like him, rich and privileged. Most didn’t know that because I’d walked away from my blue-blood life.

“You win some, you lose some. I lost a woman like her, a day late and a dollar short.” I took a pull from my beer, which had already begun to sweat.

What I said was more truth than I’d told anyone outside of my inner circle in a very long time. I could have fallen hard for my twin sister’s best friend since college. I’d kept Bailey at arm’s length, not wanting to corrupt her. She was sweet as homemade apple pie, and I hadn’t been ready for anything real. Much later, I’d changed my mind and gone back to New York, a few days after she’d met a man wealthier than God. She married that man because I’d been a fool.

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Resisting Mr. Fancy Pants Read Online Terri E. Laine http://www.ilovenovels.com/resisting-mr-fancy-pants-read-online-terri-e-laine Sun, 29 Jan 2023 00:17:38 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/resisting-mr-fancy-pants-read-online-terri-e-laine Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Romance Authors: Terri E. Laine Advertisement

Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)

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A Hottie, a Prince, and Businessman walk into the diner where I work.
The start of a bad joke. Yeah, the jokes on me.
The description above describes one man. Rich and gorgeous, Agan Soturi.
And Mr. Fancy Pants is intent on having me.
There’s one problem. I’m a single mom not looking to hook up with anyone.
But Agan determination cracks even my iron-clad defenses.
In the end, I agree to accompany him on a business trip to a private island.
Only a storm hits, and our boat capsizes.
If I survive drowning, I’m not sure my heart will survive him.

Though Resisting Mr. Fancy Pants can be read as a standalone, you might get better enjoyment after reading either Perfect Bastard or Perfect Attraction.

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ONE

Mountainside sucked. Okay, it was bad to say your hometown was a dump, but it was. Easy to see when anyone who had a chance moved somewhere else. Which made dating hard.

It was bad enough I was a single mom and guys saw me as someone looking for a daddy for my daughter. While that was true in a way, I wasn’t desperate. The man I brought into my daughter’s life would have to be a little more than perfect. Thus, for the past six-plus years, dating anyone had been few and far between.

“Mom,” Zoe called.

Our home was less than a thousand square feet. She didn’t have to talk loudly to be heard. These days fancier places are called tiny homes. Ours was just a plain old trailer without the bells and whistles. When I got my place, I didn’t move far from home. Mom’s trailer was just next door in the small trailer park.

“Yes, honey.”

“Do I have to wear a sweater?”

“Yes. It’s cold out,” I said.

“But I get hot in school.”

“Okay. Wear your blue long-sleeved tee instead. And get a move on or we are going to be late.”

My boss at the diner worked my schedule so I could get Zoe to school, which meant I wasn’t at work for the early morning rush. I couldn’t arrive any later.

It was Zoe who ended up waiting for me at the door. “Come on, Mommy. We don’t want to be late,” she teased.

Sometimes I wondered if she was six or sixteen. “Coming,” I said, dashing out my door.

I hustled her into the car and prayed it would start. It was old and if not for Avery, my best friend, it wouldn’t be running at all. She could fix cars and was my very best—really only—friend. After I’d gotten pregnant right after high school, thanks to a guy who hadn’t been my boyfriend, I’d lost friends who didn’t want to be seen as that kind of girl. It was their loss, not mine.

The car purred to life, and I gave silent thanks. Then I drove to Zoe’s elementary school, which wasn’t more than five minutes away. Upon arrival, I joined the car drop-off lane and waited my turn.

When a teacher opened the door and helped Zoe out, I said, “Have a great day, honey.”

She flashed me a precious smile, reminding me why going through my teen pregnancy had been a blessing. She was a joy, regardless that my chance at college had died with the decision to keep her.

As my mom said, drunk or sober, make the most out of life’s lemons, with lemonade or cake or whatever you like your lemons in.

“Bye, Mommy,” Zoe said.

I waved at the teacher before pulling ahead and heading for the diner across town. Then I parked before jogging to the diner. I pulled open the door in such a rush the patrons turned to look at me. I grinned at Smiley, my boss, and said, “I made it,” while continuing my path to the back to stow my purse.

When I got back to the front, he handed me a tray. “Table eleven.”

I beamed at him and went to work. The man at table eleven wasn’t a regular. The diner was just on the outskirts of town near the highway. We had our fair share of truckers and people traveling through. Most of them didn’t wear a suit or look nearly as good as the man I’d been sent to serve. He most certainly wasn’t from around here.

“Gorgeous” didn’t begin to describe him. He had chocolate-brown hair I could imagine running my fingers through, chiseled jaw and kissable mouth, but it was his striking blue eyes that cast a spell over me. I managed to hide my surprise after a second and regain the grin that kept regulars coming back. Given I didn’t often meet attractive men I didn’t know, I was nearly tongue-tied. “Here you are. The breakfast special platter. Would you like a refill on the coffee?”

His gaze held mine for a moment before he returned my smile with a glorious one of his own. “A refill on the coffee would be nice.”

Oh boy. He had an accent too. I couldn’t place it. I reached for his mug and departed quickly, afraid he might catch me drooling. Holy hell, he was hot.

Back behind the counter, Smiley came over. “You know there are more people than him.”

I didn’t think I’d stayed at his table that long, but I wouldn’t argue. “Yes. I’m refilling his coffee.”

“Go to table seven after. They are ready to order.”

“Yes, boss.” I quickly dropped off the coffee with the handsome stranger and then moved on to table seven.

The day was pretty, and we had more customers than usual with more people on the roads, considering the snow was at bay for a time. I was caught up and barely past table eleven when Mr. Fancy Pants flagged me down.

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Perfect Attraction – Mason Creek Read Online Terri E. Laine http://www.ilovenovels.com/perfect-attraction-mason-creek-read-online-terri-e-laine Fri, 26 Aug 2022 19:46:23 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/perfect-attraction-mason-creek-read-online-terri-e-laine Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Authors: Terri E. Laine Advertisement

Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)

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Terri E. Laine's next installment in the Mason Creek series. Mitch Bowmen didn’t have plans to be an instant father. But fate decided for him. Hiring Sunshine to help him navigate his new family situation was the right move. Acting on his deep attraction for Sunshine isn’t. Especially since her life is more complicated than his.
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ONE

Watching Serena’s perfect little ass clad in nothing but high-dollar underwear walking down the hall didn’t excite me as it once had. That was when I knew for sure that I’d changed. I hadn’t asked for it, but death has a way of changing a person. I was no exception.

“Mitchell. Are you just going to watch me or what?” she asked, looking over her shoulder, sporting a smirk.

There was a twinkle in her eye that should have sparked desire. I felt nothing. “I’ve got work.” I turned away and hoped like hell she’d get the message. I wasn’t up for a messy confrontation.

“Work?” The half laugh that died in her throat was a sure sign she wasn’t giving up without a fight. “I’m not doing something right if you want to work.”

“Let’s just call it a night.” Though I wasn’t facing her, I dropped my head, praying by some miracle she would leave without calling me names to put me in my place.

The slap of feet and the smell of her perfume getting closer forced a sigh from my chest. I waited for her to reach me. It was as I thought. She wore a spiteful frown I would pay for.

“What is going on with you?” she snapped. She’d refused a graceful exit. Now was the time for honesty. Only she didn’t give me a chance. “I know things are fine at the firm because Daddy told me so.” That was right. Her father was essentially my boss. “If this is about you making partner, that takes time.”

“It isn’t about work,” I admitted.

“Then what?”

“I’m thinking about taking time off and going home.”

“Why would you do something silly like that?” The utter bafflement on her face was confirmation of an understanding that wasn’t between us. “Go back to Mason Prairie?”

“Creek, not Prairie,” I corrected. There wasn’t a Mason Prairie.

She waved a hand. “Whatever. What are you going to do there? Be a small-town lawyer?”

I hadn’t actually considered that, and she hadn’t heard me. “I need to see my father and help my brother with the ranch,” I said, even though she didn’t deserve an explanation.

Her eyes turned cold, yet I cared little. “For how long?”

As I looked out the picture window at the Chicago skyline, I shrugged. “I haven’t taken a day off since I started at the firm. I’m due some time.”

“Are you coming back to Chicago? Who will handle your clients?”

She wasn’t my boss, but she sure as hell felt she had a right to my answers. “I’ll handle my clients. I can work from anywhere.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you planning on poaching clients and starting your own firm?”

I gave her the stone-cold eyes she’d given me. “The apt word is ‘mine.’ I brought the clients with me.”

“With your brother's influence.”

There was the rub. My brother played in the MLB and was my first client. But she was wrong. “My brother opened a few doors, but it was my work that kept them and brought others. And before you dig yourself in a deeper hole, my contract says any clients I bring can go with me if they want to. And if you were listening, you would have heard that I see this as temporary. What isn’t temporary is us. We’re done.”

“Done?” she snapped.

“You knew what this was when it began. We both said we weren’t looking for anything more than a good time. It’s no longer a good time.”

It wasn’t as if I wasn’t capable of love. I’d fallen in love a few times in my lifetime. But when my mother died, the piece of me capable of loving anyone new had died with her.

Serena aimed a sharply pointed nail in my direction. “That’s fine. Daddy wanted me to work on getting the Royal brothers as full-time clients. All three are single and rich.”

If she’d thought I would be jealous, I wasn’t. “Sounds like a plan.”

Her mouth fell open a second before it snapped shut. “You asshole. You’re a bigger bastard than your brother.”

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