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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)

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She writes love stories. He’s afraid to live one.

In Holiday Ridge, a love that survives Lock Night is a love worth keeping.

Maggie Welch writes happily-ever-afters for a living, but when it comes to her own heart, she’s wonderfully unlucky. A best-selling romance author with a failed marriage living in a town full of promises she no longer believes in, Maggie has sworn off love… even as she watches couples lock theirs in at Promise Pond.

Dermot Aldridge has built his life on control. A quiet, distant doctor with a bruised heart and a deep love of romance novels, he prefers the safety of books, his dog, and solitude. Love is something he reads about… not something he’ll ever risk again.

Until a freak accident involving a ladder, a concussion, and a very unfortunate stone sculpture throws Maggie straight into Dermot’s arms.

Forced proximity turns into late-night conversations, stolen glances, and a connection neither of them expected. But with Lock Night approaching and both of them carrying scars from the past, opening their hearts may be the biggest risk of all.

Because in Holiday Ridge, love isn’t just promised.
It hangs on a fence as a constant reminder…
Is this forever?
Or just an empty promise?

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one

. . .

Maggie

With my résumé, you’d think I was the queen of love.

Not only am I a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of the most delicious romance books out there, but I also have a Netflix series and two movies that have been made from my stories in my short eight-year career. Every single book I release hits number one in all romance categories on Amazon, and people inhale my words. My female main characters are real, they’re fierce, and they make my readers feel like they’re looking at themselves. My male main characters? Shit, not only are they morally gray, ready to burn the world down for their loves, but they all have filthy-ass mouths with thick, nine-inch cocks.

Basically, what all women want.

I love love. I love writing a happily-ever-after once my love interests have gone through such shit to get to each other. I love the high it gives me, the smile it brings to my face, and the love I get from my readers when they read my words and fall so desperately in love with what I’ve written. It’s the best feeling in the world. One I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for my mom and dad.

From a young age, I knew there was something different about my parents’ love. They were neighbors and grew up together here in Holiday Ridge, Vermont. Not a day went by that they weren’t arguing in the front yard over anything and everything. My mom would break Dad’s hockey sticks, while my dad used my mom’s books as pucks.

In high school, they tried to one-up the other in everything. If my mom got a 98, my dad would get a 100. If my dad ate two pizzas, my mom was eating three. She hid his gear; he’d hide her book bag. It was insane.

Until my mom started dating my dad’s teammate. Dad lost his mind and decided he was done with the bullshit. He kissed my mom in the middle of a pep rally, in front of the whole school. With tongue, as my dad loves to tell anyone who will listen. While she did kick him in the nuts, and he got a black eye from her boyfriend, Mom said she couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. About the man who was not only the love of her life, but her future daughters’ dad.

The rest is history.

They got married a week after high school, and Dad was drafted to the Nashville Assassins a couple weeks after that. They weren’t even married a year before they started having kids. I am one of five—the middle—with Willa and Sadie above me and Blake and Opal below me. My parents not only gave us built-in best friends but gave us a damn good childhood, along with the best example of love.

So, I should be a pro, right?

Not even kinda.

Not only did I marry my high school sweetheart, the first Welch daughter to get married, but I was also the first to get divorced. Jason was a rookie with the Blackhawks, I was getting my degree in English Lit, and I thought we were in love. I mean, I was, but he wasn’t. My marriage didn’t even last three years before he decided he wished he would have experimented more instead of marrying the girl he lost his virginity to. It broke my heart since he was supposed to be what my dad was to my mom. But as my mom told me, “Just means there is someone else out there for you.”

Where is he?

I have been through nothing but gaslighters after narcissists after momma’s boys. I know that sports romance is a hell of a genre, but hockey guys? In my opinion, they fucking suck. I have yet to meet one who loves and is loyal to me like my dad has been to my mom. Or hell, anyone we know from the Assassins. All the people I grew up with from the Nashville Assassins are married, and to hockey players, yet…the guys from my favorite sport have not been kind to me.

It’s unfair, honestly.

Which leads me to the next part of my résumé that should indicate I’m great at love. I own a bookshop, Promise Pond Books, which is located right across from Promise Pond. I know you’re thinking, why does that matter? It’s just a pond. Well, let me tell you.

The spot where I write, a little nook in front of the main window that I’ve blocked off with bookshelves, overlooks the old front entrance gate that leads to Promise Pond. Promise Pond used to be Welch Pond when my grandpa owned it, but when it was passed to my dad, he and my mom hung a lock on the gate with their initials and the date they wanted to come back home to retire.

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Tackled by Love (Bellevue Bullies – Next Generation #1) Read Online Toni Aleo http://www.ilovenovels.com/tackled-read-online-love-bellevue-bullies-next-generation-1-read-online-toni-aleo Wed, 07 Jan 2026 10:41:04 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/tackled-read-online-love-bellevue-bullies-next-generation-1-read-online-toni-aleo Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Authors: Toni Aleo Series: Bellevue Bullies - Next Generation Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)

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He went in for the win. She tackled his heart instead.

AMBROSIA

He was never supposed to notice me.

Dawson Sinclair.

He’s the campus hockey legend in the making, football phenom, total golden-boy chaos.

I’ve grown up around athletes. I know their type.

But then he looks at me like I’m the only person in the arena…

and suddenly the girl who swore she’d stay focused is catching feelings she never planned on.

He scares me.

He challenges me.

He makes me want more than the life I mapped out.

And the worst part?

I think he already owns my heart.

DAWSON

I’ve scored a lot of goals in my none of them compare to Ambrosia Mercer.

One smile from her and I’m gone.

She’s smart, bold, stubborn, and she has this fire that makes me want to be better.

Everyone thinks I have it all figured out. I don’t.

But I know one thing for

I want her.

All of her.

And I’m going to prove I’m not just another athlete in her story…

I’m the guy she was meant to fall for.

Full of laughs, heat, podcast chaos, Sinclair family antics, and heart-crushing tenderness, Tackled by Love is a dual-sport, dual-POV romance where the girl who swore she’d never fall… trips right into the arms of the only boy she thought would never see her

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FRESHMAN YEAR

Ambrosia

“I think there are better things to do than trying to suck Dawson Sinclair’s cock.”

Doesn’t that seem like a pretty normal thought to you?

Because it does to me.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love a good cock just as much as the next girl. I haven’t been with many, but the few I have were an okay time. Solid five inches of pump and dump. Didn’t even break a sweat. That’s probably why I feel like a cock shouldn’t be the main focus of a college party.

But with the way the Graces are looking at me, you’d think I’d said Ed Sheeran was the worst songwriter of our time.

Or that the Taylor’s Version albums were trash.

Or that the Bellevue Bullies’ hockey team was the worst team in the world.

Nope. All I said was that Dawson Sinclair’s cock isn’t meant to be worshipped.

How dare I.

As always, Grace M., Grace G., and Grace P. seem to think I’m spouting lies and there is nothing better in this whole wide world than sucking Dawson Sinclair’s cock.

Unlike my roommates, I’m not enamored with Dawson Sinclair. Yes, he is the next Sinclair to leave Bellevue for the National Hockey League, but my whole life has been spent around hockey players, so…good for him. Dawson comes from a long line of hockey greats, and just like those before him, he is a force to be reckoned with. Not only does he dominate the ice, but he can throw the hell out of a football too. He is the first freshman starting quarterback in Bellevue’s history. He is one of the highest-paid NIL athletes in Tennessee at only eighteen—whoa—and will probably go first in the draft in whichever sport he chooses.

Basically, he’s the next great.

Dawson Sinclair is also the sexiest guy to skate into the hockey world.

Or, hell, any world.

Fresh-faced with bright greenish-brown hazel eyes and a body that screams athlete, he’s a machine, all tall with big ol’ muscles. He has this hair—it’s dark and shaggy—that he is constantly pushing to the side with his whole hand. Not just a finger, like all his fingers comb his thick hair to the side. It has a bit of a curl to it that I don’t think he takes care of. As a curly girl myself, I know the proper care, but his has a wave that makes me want to trace it. Weird? Yeah.

He has a boy-next-door look—if the guy next door was built like a tank—and a huge smile that reminds me of a happy little golden retriever. He’s always smiling, always a good time, and boy, do the girls love him.

My roommates are his biggest fans.

Me? He’s just another guy who scores on the ice and off.

A lot.

Even as a defenseman, the dude is always scoring.

And as a guy, he’s falling dick-first into any willing hole.

“Ambrosia, it’s you or Grace P. who will suck him off tonight. It’s a rite of passage,” Grace M. says, and I give her a look.

Not only do my roommates all share the same name, but they are a copy-paste of one another. They are the picture-perfect example of Southern debutantes. They come from old money with families who are best friends, and they say they’re related when they’re not. All bright blond hair, big blue eyes, and the perfect little bodies. Short, with big boobs and small waists. My tía is convinced they all got their boobs done together after graduation. I don’t have the nerve to ask, but I don’t think she’s wrong. It totally seems like something they’d do.

While their personalities are trash, they’re all stunning.

Then there is me. While I also come from money since my dad is a retired hockey player and my mom owns a housecleaning business that only caters to the rich, I am nothing like them. I am tall, with dark hair and eyes, along with curves that people love to talk about. To some, I’m hot. To others, I’m too big. To me, I’m just trying to love myself. So I do a lot of ignoring of the outside world to keep the love alive inside me.

It’s hard out here for a thick girl.

Especially when your roommates are real-life Barbies. They tend to comment on my size a lot and always do that, “Should you be eating that?” thing skinny girls love to do when a thick girl is enjoying her burrito. I don’t care what they say or think about me. My dad has always told me, some people will come into your life only to teach you a lesson.

The lesson the Graces have taught me? To be kind. No matter what.

I’ve been living with them for six months now, and it’s easy to say they don’t know the word kind. They are the epitome of mean girls, yet they tolerate me. They’re never outright mean to me, but they’re always quick with the backhanded comments. I’m used to it, though, which I know is a sad thought. Not that my family has ever made me feel less than, but everyone else?

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Starting Over with You (Beer League Belles #2) Read Online Toni Aleo http://www.ilovenovels.com/starting-over-with-you-beer-league-belles-2-read-online-toni-aleo Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:04:13 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/starting-over-with-you-beer-league-belles-2-read-online-toni-aleo Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Authors: Toni Aleo Series: Beer League Belles Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)

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Welcome back to Thistlebrook, where raccoons start turf wars at the library, firefighters have dad jokes locked and loaded, and starting over is messy, hilarious, and a whole lotta sexy.

Kenni Colburn has spent the last nineteen years being the perfect wife, the greatest hockey mom, and the glue holding everyone else together—while her husband built a secret second family. But now that her twins are off to college, she’s done being the woman who puts herself last. Kenni is packing up her car and heading home to Thistlebrook to reclaim her maiden name, her happiness, and maybe even her wild streak.

Dean has been in love with Kenni since he was fourteen, but timing has never been on their side, especially since she’s his sister’s best friend and is also the sister of his baby mama.
That might not have been his finest moment…
Dean is not only the best dad imaginable, but the most reliable firefighter in a community that loves him even if he didn’t marry the woman he knocked up.
She wasn’t the one, and he wasn’t settling for anything but the best.

Now, Kenni is back—fierce and finally free—and Dean knows he’s not letting her slip away this time, even if it means burning every excuse to ashes.

Small towns are supposed to be quiet, but in Thistlebrook, exes return, secrets explode, friendships rally, and second chances set the entire romance section of the library on fire, sometimes literally. Kenni is ready to start over, but she never expected to fall into the arms—and the bed—of the man who’s always been there.

Heartfelt, hilarious, and brimming with found family, small-town chaos, and a swoony firefighter hero who’s waited too damn long, Starting over with You will leave you cheering for Kenni’s era—and maybe texting your bestie to grab Fireball and smash some dinner plates inscribed with the names of all the people who did you wrong against the side of the Smoky Mountains

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PROLOGUE

Dean

Twenty years ago…

“But, Dean! We need you!”

I swear all of them yell the same thing because they know I can’t say no.

Or better yet, I can’t say no to a certain person.

Now, I’m an hour from home, picking up my drunk sister and her two best friends from some field frat party. Why in God’s name did they think it was a good idea to bring Kenni out here? She doesn’t even turn eighteen until Sunday. She shouldn’t be anywhere near this kind of stuff. She should be getting ready to leave for college. Not getting blackout drunk with her two boneheaded best friends.

And I shouldn’t be picking them up. I should be letting them sleep in the field. Serves them right…but now that I know Kenni is here, there is no way I can leave her. While I’ve known Kenni and Missy my whole life, I don’t have the need to protect Missy.

No. That need is only for Kenni.

Thankful for my size, I make my way through the many bodies that are dancing and copping feels of each other. The scents of sweat, stale beer, awful vodka, and really bad skunk weed assault me as I move through the people. The night is bright with stars and the moon is full, but I can’t make out faces. Not when I’m looking solely for the three girls who drive me up a damn wall. Since I’m the younger brother, shouldn’t my sister be the one to take care of me? I don’t know why, but I’ve been the one catering to her. Each time I say it’s the last time, I know I’m only fooling myself.

I almost feel like Sadie knows I’ve got a thing for Kenni Colburn and that as long as she’s with them, I’ll do whatever they want.

I’m a fool, for sure.

It takes me longer than it should to find them, mostly because they didn’t tell me the right spot. No surprise there. They’re all drunk out of their minds and probably think they’re in Disney World instead of a ratty-ass field party.

When I find them, though, the sight before me has me wishing I were anywhere but here.

Sadie and Missy are wearing bright-orange bikini tops with short jean shorts and matching UT boots. On top of someone’s jacked-up truck, they are shaking their asses to the bass of “Dance” by Big Sean. Guys are throwing dollars at my sister and her friend—and shit, is that a twenty stuck to Sadie’s ass?

Fuck me.

I am seeing entirely too much of my sister and her best friend, so I look away, on the prowl for the third part of Shenanigans Inc. I started calling the trio that after a week of pure mayhem caused by only the three of them. They’ve run with the name, making shirts and living up to the title.

Just my plan…not.

I scan my eyes over the crowd, looking for Kenni, but I hear her before I see her.

“You can kick rocks, motherfucker.”

I look up to the sky for patience, but when I glance over at where she is, my mouth goes dry. Kenni Colburn is a fucking looker. She is stunning with her dark black hair up in a high pony, while her bright blue eyes shine even in the dark. Her big bubble butt is hanging out the back of her jean shorts, and her full breasts are barely contained in a bit of Wisconsin burgundy-colored fabric. Unlike our sisters, she’s going to the University of Wisconsin, and she’s dressed to impress. I’m surprised she isn’t covering her belly; she can be a bit self-conscious about it, which is beyond me since I have spent many a night wishing I could nuzzle it, but maybe she isn’t thinking of it now.

Because her finger is in some guy’s chest, her face red with rage and tears in her eyes.

Fucking great.

Before I can reach her, she swings her arm that is holding her white cowgirl boots that have a big T on them for Tennessee—no matter where she’s going to college, she’s a Tennessee girl through and through—connecting with his face before he falls to the ground. Dust flies up from where he lands since I found them not in the field where they told me they’d be, but in the baseball field parking lot that’s more by the main road and farther than I’d like from my truck. It’d take nothing for the cops to show up and break up this party, but just like the girls, everyone is drunk and thinking they’re invincible.

These girls are going to be the death of me.

I’m closing the distance between us as the guy jumps to his feet, calling her names his momma would be ashamed of. He goes to grab her, but I’m there, looking down at him with my shoulders back and ready to fight. “Back the fuck up.”

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At the Edge with You (Beer League Belles #1) Read Online Toni Aleo http://www.ilovenovels.com/at-the-edge-with-you-beer-league-belles-1-read-online-toni-aleo Thu, 12 Jun 2025 17:28:41 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/at-the-edge-with-you-beer-league-belles-1-read-online-toni-aleo Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, Sports Authors: Toni Aleo Series: Beer League Belles Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)

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I never thought I’d see her again.

Fable Winthrop was my only partner on the ice. I’d been the hockey player turned figure skater overnight, and she was the prim, proper ice princess who didn’t take my crap.
I did everything to make her smile, I worked hard to get her the gold, and I loved every moment of it. Even though her parents warned me to stay away from her, I fell desperately in love with her. Since I couldn’t have her the way I wanted, I made her my best friend, the girl who knew me better than anyone, in the hope that, after it was all over, we could choose each other.

But after winning the gold, her parents pulled us apart.

I chose the rough, fast world of hockey. She stayed in figure skating, not only winning two more golds, but carving out a name for herself as one of the best coaches in the sport.

Now, twenty years later, she’s back. And after a letter from the grave, she is the co-owner of my rink.
The rink was supposed to be mine, and now, she’s not only in my space, she’s in my head. We have to work together like we did all those years ago, but so much has changed. Not only are we older, but the past weighs heavy on both our hearts. While Fable still reminds me of the girl I remember, she’s a woman now.
And she’s still in my heart.

When the chance comes to skate with her again, I jump onto my blades faster than I could say yes. I don’t just want a second chance at skating; I want a second chance with her.

But Fable has spent years building walls around her heart, and our past continues to chase me. We were unstoppable once—two kids who could conquer the ice together. Now, I have to prove to her that we still can.

At the Edge with You is a story of second chances, redemption, and learning that, sometimes, the biggest risks aren’t taken on the ice—but in love.

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CHAPTER

ONE

Fable

“I just can’t do this anymore!”

I lean back in my overstuffed chair, tucking my knees underneath me as I cuddle with one of my many blankets, using it more as a shield than something to keep me warm. I feel my body tingling, which means I’m getting overwhelmed. I’m not surprised since Chad is yelling and moving my things to get to his.

I like my stuff where I put it. While it’s a mess and never in order, it’s mine, and I know where everything is. Chad, well, he’s a tornado of anger, and I worry he’ll move something. He may think I’m flinching at his words, but it’s more that I’m worried he’ll knock over one of my trinkets. He’s so mad that I’m sure, in doing so, he wouldn’t pick it up, and there is no way I can get up right now.

Nope, my blanket is keeping me safe.

I try to rub my aching feet, not to only alleviate the ache from skating all day, but also to calm my need to run and hide as my boyfriend—er, I mean ex-boyfriend—storms through my apartment to collect the many things he has here. He never “moved in,” but he’s stayed here more than he did at his mom’s. I know what you’re thinking; I’m dating a momma’s boy, but I’m not. He lives in her pool house, but my place is closer to his office. “It’s like I’m dating a robot!”

His words don’t sting. I’ve heard them time and time again in my years of dating. Some call me a robot on the fritz because I can get a bit chaotic, but then I shut down and nothing bothers me. I can disassociate like a pro. Like now. I press my lips together he gathers his books from my shelf. While I don’t think he’d steal my stuff, I keep a close eye since my books are better than his.

As I watch him, I realize that we made it longer than I thought we would, almost a whole year before he got tired of me. Everyone always does, and today is no different. I watch as he moves, his wavy blond hair brushing along his shoulders as he stuffs boxes. His brow is furrowed, and his usually light-blue eyes are dark, full of anger and annoyance.

He wants me to fight.

But I won’t.

When Chad told me he loved me, four months into our relationship, I said it back because it was expected and because I assumed one day I would. Almost a year in, I now know that’s not true, and I wish I felt bad about that. Chad is a super-successful IT guy at a Fortune 500 company here in Chicago. He is everything my parents want for me. Smart, successful, good-looking, and comes with a silver spoon hanging from his lips. “You know, sometimes it feels like you’re nothing more than an impostor.”

I shrug. Makes sense since I have impostor syndrome, and he knows this. I confided in him after my last therapy appointment. Jackfuck. I don’t give him the satisfaction of fighting back. I only watch as he moves a box toward the door. “You are tatted and pierced, but you don’t like sex? Like, come on.”

Now, I’m pissed. “My need to express myself has nothing to do with my sexuality. You knew that going in. I was honest from the top.”

“You said you thought you were asexual, not that you never liked to fuck.”

“You can’t get it up but once a month. I thought we were on the same page,” I throw back, and his eyes burn with fury. “We got along without the sex, I thought.”

His body is visibly shaking with rage as he kicks my end table that’s made of steel. He grimaces, and I fight back a smile. That’s what you get, dumbass. I don’t say that out loud. Instead, I look down at where I rub my feet and refuse to feel like shit for what he says.

I know I’m different. I know that I’m not someone anyone would ever want. Not even my parents wanted me, throwing me off to my grandma so that I didn’t get in the way of running our hometown and my mom’s need to save the forest. As a child, I was too loud, too out there, and too much to deal with, according to my well-bred parents. Even though my grandma is cut from the same cloth—old money, well-bred—she loves me. Instead of trying to change me, she nurtured who I was. She gave me skating. Showed me how to express myself with my body and how to lose myself to the ice and the music, not to my brain. Unfortunately, my parents’ words and actions have haunted me ever since I could understand them. No matter how much my grandmother loved me, I never felt like enough.

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The Sweetest Chirp – IceCats Read Online Toni Aleo http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-sweetest-chirp-icecats-read-online-toni-aleo Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:23:56 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-sweetest-chirp-icecats-read-online-toni-aleo Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Toni Aleo Advertisement

Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87368 (not accurate)
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Audrina

I ran.
I left everything I knew, and I didn’t look back.
I have loved my best friend since I the moment I knew what love was. While I adore a good best-friends-to-lovers trope, that was never our story. We danced around each other, skated along the line but didn’t cross it, and I never knew why. Until one night, I took matters into my own hands. Doing a challenge from social media, I thought I had my best friend right where I wanted him.
As mine.
Just when I thought we were going to be together forever in the all the ways I had dreamed of, he pulled the rug out from under me. He broke my heart in a matter of seconds, and I had no choice but to take off.
After three years, I thought I was in the clear; I thought I’d never see him again, and I was finally building a life. Maybe not one I’d wanted, but one I loved.
I should have known better.
Thatcher Orlov would never give up.
He’s found me, and now I not only have to face him, but everything I left behind.
And everything I’ve hidden.

Thatcher

It’s not everyone who can say their best friend was born the same day as they were and slept in the bassinet beside them in the hospital.
But Audrina and I can.
She is all I’ve known my whole life.
Every huge moment, Audrina was there. When I was drafted, when I won my gold medals, and even through all my hockey-related injuries. She had always been my rock, my stable ground when everything felt off-kilter. We spent our whole lives in some kind of limbo where it felt like we were in a relationship, but we weren’t. While the lines were blurred, my feelings for her weren’t.
It took one song to ignite a fire brighter than any I’d ever witnessed, but I ruined it all by letting my jealousy get in the way. She took off, leaving me behind. And in the three years since she left, there hasn’t been a moment I haven’t been looking for her. I need her—not only as my best friend, but as mine.
But now, I’ve not only found her…I’ve found she isn’t alone.
My world is turned upside down in a matter of seconds, and while I’m know for my chirping on the ice, her voice is the sweetest chirp I’ve ever heard

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PLAYLIST

Electric Love - BORNS

I’ll Find You - Lecrae

Brush Fire - Gracie Abrams

I was Made for Lovin’ You - YUNGBLUD

Till Forever Falls Apart, ASHE

Mess it Up - Gracie Abrams

Save Tonight - Zayde Wolf

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift and Kendrick Lamar

Everything has Change - Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran

Always - Isak Danielson

Hold On - Jonas Brothers

Rewrite the Stars - James Arthur and Anne-Marie

One Thing Right - Kane Brown

My Little Girl - Tim McGraw

Noah Kahan: Forever

LETTER ONE

Mom and Dad,

So, don’t freak out, K?

I know that’s dumb to say, because I’m sure as soon as you saw this letter, you got that feeling. That feeling that something was wrong. Being incredible parents, you’ve already known something has been off for the last week or so. You probably knew while I was writing this letter, even with me across town in my apartment.

I hate that I lied to you all week when you asked if I was okay. I’m not. My head is such a mess that I don’t even know what is up and what is down. I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know who Thatch— This isn’t about him. I mean, it is, but it isn’t.

Don’t hate him, K?

I’m sorry to run off like this. I feel like everything is out of control, and I can’t seem to find my footing. It’s all on me. As you’ve told me time and time again, I made this bed, I’ve gotta lie in it. You two have done nothing but love me, and I’m sorry to do this to you. All you’ve ever done is take care of me and do what I want. You love me even though I’m not biologically yours, and I will forever be grateful for that. I can’t begin to thank you enough for always keeping me near the Orlovs and keeping us as a unit. I begged and pleaded to stay with them, and now I’m running from all of you.

I have to, though, because I know you two will protect me, coddle me, instead of pushing me to be better. I need to be better. I need a reset. I need to breathe and figure out what the hell is going on in my head. Gosh, I sound so selfish, and I probably am. I’m running away without saying goodbye or even explaining myself fully. I’m sorry. I really am. I hate to do this, but you’ve raised me to be the best version of myself.

You saved me from a shitty home life, and I haven’t been who you raised lately. I don’t even like myself right now. I need to discover who I am without the safety net you guys give me so freely. Please believe, I’m so damn sorry. Also, please don’t look for me. Don’t hire people to find me. I’ll be back. I don’t know if it’ll be months or years, but I promise to come back.

Please keep an eye on Ingrid for me. On Tuesday and Thursday, she has a class with these three assholes who like to try to turn off her hearing aids and act like they’re signing to her, but they’re just making fun of her. She gets really sad on those days, and with…her brother’s season starting, she’ll be extra down. Not that Maeve and Don don’t take great care of her, but just maybe send a text on those days to make sure she’s okay. I offered to hit the guys with my car, but she declined. Please let the Orlovs know I love them too, and that I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused.

Sorry won’t ever be enough for you two, but I am. I love you. So much, and I’ll see you soon.

Audrina

LETTER TWO

Ingrid,

Don’t hate me, K? I know you don’t understand, and I know you’re going to be so upset when you realize what I’ve done. Feel all that, but know I am doing this because I have no choice. I know our parents are going to freak out and lose their damn minds. When they try to look for me, remind them I don’t want that. I’ve moved all my money from my savings to a new account, got a burner phone, and even have a new identity lined up, so I’m not playing around. I really need to figure out what the hell I’m doing. I have loved you like a little sister, and I want to be a person you’re proud of. Who you’re proud to love. Someone to look up to. Right now, I’m not.

Tell your mom and dad, and hell, mine, not to be too hard on him. What happened between us was really shitty. He said things that, while they hurt like a bitch, were also a huge wake-up call. We have so much history between us. You guys are always with me. We’re two families, but we might as well be one. You are my sister in all the ways except for blood, and I’ll always love you. There won’t be a moment when I’m not thinking of you. I’ll be back, K? But for now, I have to take off with my tail between my legs.

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Who’s he kidding, Quinn Adler never had a handle on Emery Brooks.

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Playlist

Noah Kahan: Dial Drunk

Mom and Dad: Darren Kiely

We Go Down Together: Dove Cameron & Khalid

Lover Remix: Taylor Swift & Shawn Mendes

Fall for You: Secondhand Serenade

Tattoo: Loreen

Carry You Home: Alex Warren

We Belong Together: Mariah Carey

Always Been You: Shawn Mendes

Expresso: Madilyn Bailey

Birds of a Feather: Conor Maynard

Noah Kahan: Forever

Chapter

One

Quinn

I knew from the moment I met Emery Brooks, my life would never be the same.

I am well aware that my first memory of her is from when I was four and she was two. But even back then, I knew, with her in my life, things would never be easy. Naked as the day is long, she came barreling into me as I was standing innocently in one of those pink kiddie pools. I was minding my own damn business, pouring water out of a watering can, and Emery took great offense to that.

Of course, because my attention wasn’t on her.

Back then, she wanted to be the center of my world.

She knocked me down then threw my watering can to the side. After getting to my feet, I set her with a dark look, and even with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she wailed as if I’d hit her. I stood, shocked, unable to figure out her game.

It wasn’t until I had to sit out, watching her play with my watering can, that I knew what she was up to. She wanted to be the focus of my attention. By holding my watering can, in my pool, while my mom reprimanded me, I had no choice but to watch her. With her curls as wild as she is, her bright gray eyes, and cherubic cheeks, Emery grinned widely at me.

Because I was watching her. I could have looked at the sky or played with the grass, but my eyes were on her.

Emery was never meant to be cast to the side. She has always had main character energy, and through the years, nothing about that has changed. She does what she wants. Says what she feels and doesn’t give a shit about what people think. She’s stunning. Mind-blowing. Fucking brilliant. And will forever be the love of my life.

I think I knew I loved her the moment she pushed me down and made me watch her play with my toys. Even when I was caught by surprise that she wanted to sleep with me, I knew I was hers. I knew then she would forever be the girl I couldn’t get over.

And fuck, I tried.

I tried so damn hard, but my heart only wants her.

Which is why I shouldn’t be surprised by the sight before me.

Where my bride is supposed to be, Emery stands in an all-black dress.

Her eyes are intent on me, her lips curved up in a menacing grin that reminds me more of a serial killer than a blushing bride. Not that Emery blushes. She’s so damn confident, it drives me wild with lust. Even standing where another woman is supposed to be, she is proud. Her chin is up, her eyes locked on mine, and she’s got that look that has me wondering why I ever thought someone else would be standing where she belongs. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d killed my real bride. Lord knows she can get rid of a body with no issues whatsoever.

While stunning, Emery is dangerous.

Not just to the world.

But to my soul.

My brain.

My heart.

My everything.

Because even though she’s not supposed to be my bride, I can’t kick the excitement of her in front of me at the altar. The relief as a calmness falls over me. But this isn’t right. Emery isn’t supposed to be my bride. In my heart, she is. But in reality, it’s supposed to be Ava Mettison.

Fucking Ava.

Where Emery is thick and curvy, Ava is thin and sharp angles. Emery’s hair is a mess of wild curls, dark and intoxicating, while Ava has a short blond bob. Ava’s hazel eyes can’t compare to Emery’s gray depths that evoke a visceral reaction inside me. Like now, I’m breathless as I stare into Emery’s eyes, and while I know she shouldn’t be here, I can’t make myself question why she is. I need to ask what she’s doing, where the hell Ava is, but I’m unable to move, much less think.

Because, fuck, Emery belongs where she is.

Before me in a wedding gown that hugs her body in all the ways I want to. I have missed her. Deeply. And I want desperately to make this reality.

But I can’t.

Swallowing hard, I ask, “What are you doing, E?”

She only grins, holding the bouquet of black roses in her hands. “Marrying the man I love.”

Jesus Christ, this woman. I look out to where I know her parents are sitting, hoping they can help, but no one is here. The church is empty.

What the hell?

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Riggs McCoy

The last thing a Scottish man like me is accustomed to is perpetual sunshine. But Clara McDavid is a ray of light with a bright personality and an unstoppable smile who threatens to chase away all the clouds and gloom I prefer to surround myself with. And I need her. To watch my dogs, that is. Just that.

I thought I would be okay with her sleeping in my bed while I was out of town coaching my hockey team to a championship. But one look at her on the camera I forgot I set up, and I know immediately that I want to be right beside her. Forever.

Clara McDavid

I’ve always had a thing for older guys. And Riggs McCoy ticks every box on a list I didn’t even realize I’d written. But he only wants me to dog-sit. Not make myself at home in his house.

Even after watching all four of my older sisters rush the ice for their hockey player lovers, I never thought I’d want the boys’ grumpy coach for myself. But being wrong has never felt oh-so right.

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CHAPTER 1

Riggs

I swear that my life is a sweet virgin asshole, and the world is a Coke-can-sized cock, ready to ram right into me.

With no lube in sight.

Is it too much to ask for lube?

No, right? It’s common fucking decency. But no, the world just wants to ram into me like I’m a porn star.

Rather rude, really.

I don’t ask for much; I just want a simple life. I want to coach the Knoxville Bears, and I want to hang out with my dogs in this small little town where it’s Christmas every day. I hate that they think Christmas is doable in the hot Tennessee summer, but whatever floats their boats, I guess. I just want to be left alone.

I want to walk my dogs in peace, eat some fried food, and maybe indulge in a little side of pussy here and there. Coach my boys and help them navigate life. Nothing too extravagant. I want to survive the rest of my days in peace. That’s not too much to ask, I think. But fate has a different idea. It feels as if fate likes to fuck with me—in every hole imaginable.

Fate tricked me when I was growing up.

I had a good childhood, great parents, and I was happy. I think I ended up on fate’s radar when I got drafted. I was so excited to follow in my da’s footsteps. To be a great hockey player, but in America instead of Scotland like he did. I had every opportunity to stay in Scotland and play, but I wanted to make it in the NHL. I had the talent, I had the drive, but injuries plagued me. Between concussions, breaking my wrist three times, and a snapped tibia, I found it hard to keep coming back. During my recovery time, I couldn’t stay off the ice, and that was when I started coaching. I needed something to do and quickly realized how much I loved molding players into winners. If I couldn’t get my own body to do what I wanted, I had eager young bucks able and willing to do what I couldn’t.

So maybe fate wasn’t too much of a bitch during that.

I mean, it did give me a career in the sport I love, but fuck, if I don’t wish it were me out there with the crisp air hitting my face. Sweat freezing to my jersey. The smell of the ice. The feeling of scoring. I miss it, but I do love how I am helping guys achieve their dreams. This may not have been my dream, but it fills my cup to know I am helping someone get to where they want to be.

Maybe I really got on fate’s radar when Peppa came into my life. It was cruel to bring Peppa along. For her to show me what love is. To give me that sense of completion. God, how I loved her. More than I loved myself, hockey, and anything else. I worshipped the ground she walked on. I bent over backward to make sure she had everything she wanted and needed. I took care not only of her, but her whole family. I gave my life to her. I was hers, and I thought she was mine. But I wasn’t. I was just a means to an end.

Fucking fate. I hate the bitch for sure, but it seems she hates me just as much, and right now is a perfect example of why I’m sure she does. I knew, fucking knew, I shouldn’t have come to the Knoxville Bears Puck and Pups event. I had a feeling I should have just stayed home and hung out with Gretzky and Gordie, but I couldn’t once an email from Elliot McDavid came through.

You’re the coach of our franchise, one of the most important members of the team. I need you to show your face and bring your dogs. We are in the middle of the play-offs. People are excited to meet you. You better be there. I’ll unleash Alex on you.

She’s a crazy lass, that Elliot McDavid.

So, I came, as she asked. But now, I’m cursing the McDavid name. I know that’s wrong of me when three of the McDavid women are engaged or married to my players. They are good women, smart and sweet. Elliot is a damn good social media marketer, and I enjoy working with her. She does keep Alex Cruz, my goalie and a thorn in my side, on a short leash and doesn’t let him bother me much, so it was hard to say no.

Add in the fact that the McDavid sisters are also the granddaughters of my boss, Dan Davenport, whom I respect and enjoy a drink with often. He is very protective of his girls, but there was no keeping them away from the many hockey players who came sniffing around them. He tried, bless, he did. But it didn’t work. I heard one of his granddaughters is in Nashville, engaged to a player on the Nashville Assassins. So, really, he has had no luck in keeping them away from any of the players.

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Elliot
I’m pregnant.
And the father has no clue.
I pushed him away.
I shut the door in his face, and while I thought it was only my broken heart he left behind, that wasn’t the case. He left a child inside me.
And I kept it.
Now he’s back, and it’s time to face off with the only man I’ve ever wanted.
But can he forgive me?

Alex
I think I’ve loved Elliot McDavid since the moment I met her.
She watched me for weeks, lusted after me, but never said a word. Even denied that she would work out just to see me. When I finally got her where I wanted her, she pushed me away.
She slammed her walls up and reinforced them with distance.
But now I’m back.
And she has secrets.
More than just the fact that she’s pregnant with my child.
She thinks I’ll let her get away a second time, but that’s not happening. I’m known for protecting the net, and I’ll protect her.
Even from herself.

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PROLOGUE

Elliot

Six months earlier…

Alejandro Cruz eats pussy like a man starved.

I swear I have never been devoured by a man the way he consumes me. He laps at my center like he would die if he didn’t gorge himself on my taste. I’m lost under his mouth. Unable to comprehend anything but the pleasure he brings me and how much I want it more than my next breath. I love his mouth, his tongue, his hands—oh God, his hands.

Goalies have the best hands.

My back bows into the breakfast bar table he has me perched on as he holds my ass right where he wants me. He sucks on my clit, causing me to howl his name, and as I’m coming down, I see a smug grin pull at his lips.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, my knuckles white as I grip the table. “Please.”

God, his voice is deep, sultry, and pure sin with all the spice included. “Mmm, but mami—” Fuck me stupid, that endearment has me arching up to his mouth. His grin only grows, such heat in his eyes before he runs his thick, warm tongue up my center in a slow, agonizing sweep. I cry out as he kisses my clit. His thick lips envelop my bud, and I almost die at the sensation. Against my swollen, wanton flesh, he whispers, “I love my name on your lips.”

I meet his gaze as he looks up at me, and I feel as if I can come from the look in his eyes. Like I am the best thing he’s ever put in his mouth. The most treasured prize. But I can’t be his. This is purely physical—or, at least, it needs to be. Unfortunately, every time he meets my eyes, his need for me burns visibly in his gaze, and I know he’s falling for me. “Then make me come so I’ll scream it louder.”

He groans before sucking my clit in his mouth without hesitation. I rock against his lips, chasing the pleasure that his mouth gives me. He slides his tongue to my entrance, fucking me with it, right before his thumb finds my clit, caressing it with sure, even strokes. I writhe under him, mewing like a cat in heat before a fire starts to burn in my spine and then explodes everywhere. I squeeze my eyes shut as I come undone, bellowing his name.

He presses his tongue into my clit, extending my release, and I can’t help the way I clutch his head, digging my nails into his scalp as shivers run through my body. “Yes, Alex, oh, yessss…” I cry out as he devours my release, licking every single part of my pussy.

“Mami, you taste divine,” he murmurs against my throbbing center before he kisses my mound, then each of my thighs, followed by my pelvic bone. I try to get my bearings, but then he stands, and I’m hit once more with undeniable need for this gorgeous man. In a tailored three-piece blue suit, he looks like he didn’t just get finished playing hockey and winning the game in a shutout, but rather, he was off killing bad guys and taking all the drugs and money for himself.

Or for me.

Sinful. He looks downright sinful.

Alex’s eyes don’t move from my naked body as he pulls at his tie, leaving it open before pushing off his jacket and throwing it onto the bed. I lick my lips, my gaze hooded. “I would help, but I love watching you undress to fuck me.”

I curse myself for saying that since it only urges him to fall deeper for me. I should be pushing him away. We’ve been doing this little dance for about three months, and he’s getting attached. I only give him my body, but damn if it’s getting harder not to give him more. Alex’s lip quirks as he unfastens each button of his dark-blue dress shirt, his eyes roaming over my body like he is trying to figure out where he wants to kiss or touch me next. “And I love when you watch me, legs open, that pretty pussy on display, all glistening and dripping for me.”

I suppress a moan as he throws open his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, which are corded with muscle. His shoulders are wide, thick, and mouthwatering. Shoulders I love to hold on to as he pounds into me. On the side of his neck is a tattoo of a black snake that curves around the back, along his shoulders, before the head comes to a rest over his heart, with the tail ending on his bicep. I’ve never asked what it is about because I always forget when I read the script that trails down the length of the body.

Die with memories, not dreams.

I don’t know why that phrase does something to me, but it does.

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Eliza McDavid is done with dating. Every man she meets does nothing for her. After years of abuse, she knows she wants safety—but most of all, she wants love. Each of her sisters has her own passion, and Eliza thinks she’s found hers when she decides to open her own coffee bar. But she doesn’t have a clue how to run one. She knows someone who does, however, but he won’t give her the time of day.

Until he does.

Coleson Katz’s reputation is worse than the sludge shoveled off the ice between periods of a hockey game. He has made some bad personal choices, so when it’s time for him to be called up to the NHL, no one wants to give him a chance. He’s told that the only way to fix his reputation is by finding a wife, but he wants to do anything other than that. Who would want to marry a hockey player who is known for sleeping around?

But then he’s reminded that Eliza wants to learn how to operate a coffee shop. He owns one of those, has been running it his whole life. He proposes a trade. His coffee shop in exchange for a year of her life in a fake marriage to him.

Easy peasy.

Or so he thinks.

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CHAPTER 1

Coleson

“No one likes you.”

Wow. Well, that’s kind of fucked up. I’m a likable dude. I play hockey and make a damn good brew; I’m a winner in my book. I’m not entirely sure who the hell these people are who don’t like me, but in my opinion, fuck ’em. I bring in my brows, my face scrunching up, before I set El Davenport with a look that telegraphs exactly what I’m thinking.

“I mean, I think you’re great,” she adds with a nervous giggle. El is the social media manager for the Knoxville Bears, the American Hockey League team I play for. She’s savvy as all hell in all things social media. She has done a great job with the Bears’ accounts, along with the account for the arena we play in.

El knows what she’s doing, and she does it well.

Doesn’t mean I agree with her assessment of me, but I’m guessing the folder in front of her will explain why I’m so unlikable.

“Don’t hold back now, El. Hit me where it hurts.”

She grimaces before opening her folder. Her chestnut-colored hair is up in a big, messy bun, pieces falling around her face and in her blue eyes, while her dark glasses slide down her nose. She swallows hard and sits back on the barstool she’s occupying. I lean on the high-top, waiting, and I cup my jaw to keep my hands still. Nerves eat at my gut, and my chest is tight as I watch her. This is the last damn thing I want to do today.

Or any day, really.

When I tried out for the Knoxville Bears, I didn’t think I had a snowball’s chance in hell of making the team, but I did. Not only did I make the team, but the coach saw something in me that no one else did. Talent. Raw talent that could be molded. I have spent the last year working with the coaches and trainers, getting better each day. I never thought the NHL was in the cards for me. My parents didn’t care to support my dreams, and no one told me I could make that dream a reality. Not until I met Riggs McCoy, the coach for the Knoxville Bears.

He believes in me, which is good since I still feel like the NHL is unattainable.

“You’ve done great not sleeping with anything that wiggles its ass at you,” she says softly, as if she’s embarrassed for me. She doesn’t need to be. I’m not. So, I fucked around. I was a nobody before I got on the team.

Once word hit the town that I was playing for the Bears, everyone came out of the woodwork, thinking they could lock me down and make me their cash cow. Nope. Not happening. But I sure did enjoy myself. “The comments on posts of you, saying you’re a whore, have finally stopped.”

That was fun and was started by Tonya, a girl who tried to get me to knock her up. She went all out, poking holes in condoms and trying to get me drunk to get me to come inside her. It was interesting, and I learned quickly that, in general, these girls in Knoxville are no good. Neither are the ones in the surrounding towns. Hell, even here in Blitz. They are all thirsty as fuck. “I’m sure that’s making your life easier.”

She gives me a shy grin, and her eyes light up. “It is. I hate trying to explain to my peepaw why no one likes you.”

“But they still don’t?”

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A romance only book shop owner meets a hockey player that reads only romance. Louisa McDavid figures after escaping from the cult she grew up in, the universe owes her a happy ending. Her sisters are all safe, she owns her own business, and she doesn’t give a damn what anyone thinks of her. But as a woman in love with love, why has it been so hard for her to find one of the good ones?

Everything changes when Ciaran Carter basically steps out of the pages of one of Louisa’s beloved smutty books and into her romance-only bookstore. Tall, muscular, handsome, and he likes to read? He’s the perfect book boyfriend come to life. And he plays hockey? Bless. It doesn’t get any better.

Louisa and Ciaran strike sparks off each other from the moment they meet. He’s got big dreams, and she’s got big secrets. And together, they’ll set their little corner of Tennessee on fire.

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CHAPTER 1

Louisa

I swear the only man worth a damn is a fictional man.

I squint at the ceiling, trying to reason with myself for why I’m allowing the guy I swiped right on to motorboat my pussy. Yes, motor-fucking-boat my pussy. He blows raspberries as he shakes his head against my needy center. The sounds are not even a bit sexy and are completely turning me off.

I’d been so excited.

For once, his picture wasn’t a lie, and he was as attractive in person as he was in his photos. It was a relief since, lately, everyone I’ve been hooking up with has Photoshopped their photos or did that stupid turn-your-photo-into-a-cartoon shit. I love how no one is ever as they seem. It’s fucking infuriating, but Johnny…his photos were real, and when his golden-haired, bright-green-eyed, tall, sexy self walked through the door of my shop, I didn’t waste time pulling my panties off. He had me on my back in my bedroom within seconds, with my legs over his shoulders, holding my hips up to his mouth, giving me a head rush just how I wanted, and I knew it was going to be so good.

But I was so painfully wrong.

I wish I hadn’t been reading the new smutty monster novel I’d just gotten into my shop when my phone had dinged with a new match. I was too eager to swipe right, and the regret is so real right now. Let’s be honest, I should have known better. No real man has abilities like a dragon with two cocks, yet I figured one cock was better than none. Now, though, I realize I was very wrong and should have just stuck to my book and toy, rather than lying on my back, completely unsatisfied.

Every eight seconds or so, his nose does brush my clit, but then I am left with nothing and wondering what the hell he is doing. I don’t know who taught this dude how to eat pussy, but whoever it was truly did a disservice to anyone who swipes right on Johnny Rocket.

His name should be Johnny Dud.

“Do you want me to move my panties?”

He grunts against my swollen flesh, burying his face between my lower lips with renewed gusto. Within moments, I realize his gusto is bullshit. Just like he is. This is so disappointing. I clear my throat and look down to find him watching me, his brows furrowed, and he looks like he’s enjoying himself immensely. At least one of us is. “Can you add a finger inside me?”

He groans deeply as he moves his thumb into my opening. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

His praise thrills me, and my desire burns deep in my gut. Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. He moves his thumb in and out of me, but his fucking mouth is everywhere. Everywhere but where I want him. I lick my lips, arching off my bed. “Can you focus on my clit?”

I part my folds for him, exposing my clit, and his eyes darken more. He nods and sucks my clit into his mouth. I come off the bed as light explodes behind my closed eyes. I moan loudly, jerking up against his mouth, wanting more, needing more. Heat swirls deep in my gut, my toes start to curl into my sheets, and my whole body tingles. A slow, satisfied grin moves across my lips because, finally, I feel myself almost there. Okay, so he needed direction. I’m the eldest of five—I am great at giving direction, no big⁠—

Before I can even finish that thought, he goes still, groans loudly, jerks violently against my pussy, and then I feel the hot spray of his come on my back.

You’ve. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.

I blink up at the ceiling as his orgasm rocks his body. He jerks, he groans, and then he gasps against my pussy. A pussy that isn’t even wet at this point.

“Wow. That was good, huh?”

I blink again as he lowers me to the bed. I rise to my elbows, meeting his spent gaze as frustration burns through me. “What was?”

He pauses, his gaze moving from satisfied to confused. “That.”

“Your orgasm? Are you going to finish me?”

His brows shoot up at my exclamation. “You didn’t come?”

I gawk at him. “I didn’t have a chance.”

“I’ve been down here for twenty minutes.”

“And couldn’t find my clit until I pointed it out to you!”

He looks uncomfortable, but he lowers his head. Before I can even settle in to hope for my release, he asks, “Well, how much longer?”

Yup, romance novels have officially ruined me, because no fictional man has ever asked how long it would take to make his lover come.

Monster or human.

God, real guys are worthless.

Eliza presses her lips together to keep her laughter in. I’m surprised she isn’t allowing herself to guffaw at my dismay. I’m sure it has to do with the fact that she knows I’m pissed. I haven’t come since we moved to Knoxville, except by my own hand or toy, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s my own damn fault. I spend hours reading about these sexy men and feral monsters and how they worship their female in and out of bed, and instead of finding anything like what I read, I find dudes who motorboat my pussy and come without even making sure I come first. And then have the audacity to ask me how long it will take me!

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