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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)

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Three authors. Two morally grey characters. One deadly world.

In the silence of the morgue, she fixes what violence ruins. Bullet wounds disappear beneath careful stitching. Evidence vanishes. Secrets are buried with the dead. Every crew in the city relies on her.

All except one.

The largest. The most powerful. The one even other criminals fear.

She has spent years avoiding them.

Until the night their leader walks through her doors.

He does not shout. He does not threaten. He simply watches her work, calm, immaculate, disturbingly intrigued. When he tells her she will be working for him from now on, it sounds less like a request and more like fate closing in.

She refuses.

He returns.

Again.
And again.
And again.

The more she resists, the more fascinated he becomes. He calls her extraordinary. Says her talent is wasted on small men with smaller ambitions. Says beautiful things belong in powerful hands.

He thinks she will bend.

He has no idea she has been surrounded by monsters her entire life and survived them all.

Written consecutively by three authors meaning every twist, betrayal, and obsession forced the next writer deeper into the dark

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LEONORE

The dead never bothered me. It was the living who made a mess. It’s one of the reasons I chose this work. Above all things, I enjoy it. To the normal person, that sounds weird, but not to me. The music blasts through the speakers that I had installed when I took over this place more than four years ago. My assistant walks in with her noise-canceling headphones and her chocolate hair tied up in a bun on her head because she said she’s sensitive to sound, when in reality, Tori just hates my music. Her hands fold over one another as she stands on the opposite side of the stainless steel table. She looks at the body, chest split open, as I begin to stitch it up, humming to the music, in my happy place.

My music suddenly goes quiet as she presses a button and removes her headphones.

“Time of death?” she asks, her face slightly pale. She hates coming in here, but I pay her well. And despite how much she detests it here, or even working the night shift, she does it without fail. I went through two employees before finally landing on Tori. She has a smart mouth, which I appreciate and need, considering who I work for. Not only is she efficient but most importantly, she’s discreet.

“Two hours ago,” I tell her, looking over my handiwork so far. “Give or take.” I shrug.

She swallows hard, her gaze sweeping over the body again of a man who looked to be in his mid-fifties. “Give or take,” she repeats with a grim expression. I get it. For most people, looking down at a dead body is unsettling, but I’m the opposite. Each body that arrives in my morgue is like a new puzzle. “They’re waiting for you,” Tori says, visibly uncomfortable.

I sigh, annoyed that they’re already encroaching on my fun.

Tying off the final suture and wiping my hands, I peel off the gloves. Officially, the man lying on my table choked on his own blood during a robbery gone wrong. Unofficially, he was executed in the back seat of his car by someone who knew exactly where to aim.

After disposing of the gloves, I catch my reflection in the stainless steel bins as I walk out to where I know they’re waiting. My long, deep-plum hair is pulled back in a braid so it stays out of my way, and my scrubs are black, which is fitting, really. Glancing away, I push open the door to find four men in the receiving room, all dressed in black, guns hidden beneath their tailored jackets—the Hayes crew, the third strongest family in the city. I watch as Cian slides an envelope across the counter in greeting.

“You did good work,” he says with a smirk. Cian knows he’s attractive, and every time he comes in, he looks at me a little too long with rich brown eyes that are anything but kind.

Most women probably melt under attention like that. Maybe that’s why he does it, because he is used to people folding for him. But not me. His attention doesn’t make me nervous. It irritates me more than anything. The arrogance of it. The way he acts like every look is calculated, every word designed to chip away at me until I finally crack open for him.

“I know.” I don’t need him to tell me I do good work. When I don’t make a move to touch the money, he makes a point to lean his elbows on the counter so he is a little closer to me. I don’t back up. I stay exactly where I am. He always tries to unravel me, but it hasn’t worked yet.

His eyes flutter to the money, and he looks back at me.

“You don’t want it?” he asks.

Without a second thought, I open the drawer in front of me and slide the envelope inside without counting it.

He smirks. “You trust I gave you the right amount?” he asks as he pushes off the counter.

I don’t like Cian. He’s the kind of man who stares at himself in the window reflection a little too long. With his dark hair and custom suits, he looks like he should own the room when he walks in. But he doesn’t.

I don’t hide the contempt on my face.

Cian tips his head at me when I don’t answer. One thing I know for certain about men like Cian is that they like the chase and the game, so I simply don’t play. They’ll get bored trying soon enough.

A smile twitches at his lips, but he has the better sense to leave with his men. I watch them as they walk through the door and wait to see the headlights on the car disappear before I walk into the back room where Tori’s office is.

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Contempt of Court (Verdict Trilogy #2) Read Online Whitney G http://www.ilovenovels.com/contempt-of-court-verdict-trilogy-2-read-online-whitney-g Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:36:34 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/contempt-of-court-verdict-trilogy-2-read-online-whitney-g Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Novella, Suspense Authors: Whitney G. Series: Verdict Trilogy Series by Whitney G
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)

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It's not my fault I lied to him.

I had to.

Alas, Jameson Tate might be the biggest walking hypocrite on the planet because his deeply harbored secrets make mine look like child's play.

Still, I started to trust him.

To believe in him.

But as more things begin to unravel, I regret ever meeting him...

The second installment in The Verdict Trilogy from New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Whitney G

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TAINTED EVIDENCE (N.):

IN A CRIMINAL TRIAL, INFORMATION WHICH HAS BEEN OBTAINED BY ILLEGAL MEANS OR HAS BEEN TRACED THROUGH EVIDENCE ACQUIRED BY ILLEGAL SEARCH AND/OR SEIZURE.

JAMESON

The best liars in this world are the ones who don’t know they’re lying.

They’re so committed to the role they’re playing that they actually believe they’ve become someone else. And no matter how many times you try to show them reality, they refuse to take off their masks.

They’re incapable of stepping off the stage.

“Scarlett Winters,” though?

She’s a fucking terrible liar.

And her real last name is apparently “Hunter” like her father’s…

The slight clench of her jaw, the flash of “please believe me” in her irises, and the soft stutter before she serves certain sentences—her lying is some of the most obvious I’ve ever seen.

What’s different about her lying is the timing—the way her bombs drop in the silence and derail the peaceful ride that came before.

I’m now convinced that she just frolics through life lying for fun.

She’s not even getting paid for it.

I look over at where her father—my client—is staring at her and try to mentally rewind the words he just said. To see if maybe—just maybe—I misheard them.

“She’s my daughter…”

“Is this my karma of some sort?” I ask. “I’ve heard it doesn’t usually work this fast.”

“Huh?” Lucas looks at me. “What did you say, Mr. Tate?”

“I was talking to myself out loud,” I say. “Ignore me.”

He shoots me a confused look before returning his attention to Scarlett.

“Now isn’t a good time for us to talk,” he says to her. “I’m meeting with a special lawyer about some business, and I’m sure you can see that…”

“Yes.” Her cheeks flush red as she trails off. “I can see that.”

“Well, leave us to it then.” He flicks his wrist, flashing a million-dollar watch that looks similar to one of mine. “I’ll deal with you once we’re finished here.”

As will I…

She stands still, not moving.

“Scarlett.” He narrows his eyes at her. “Leave the room so we can start our meeting.”

“I was hoping I could stay—to maybe help?” She slightly stutters. “Since I’ll be a part of the family business someday, I can take notes.”

“That’ll be years from now.” His expression softens, but he walks to the door and opens it. “Out.”

She shoots an “I’m so sorry” look at me before leaving the room.

Her father locks the door.

“Sorry about that,” he says. “My daughter can be quite unpredictable at times.”

“I’m unfortunately aware.”

“How?” He arches a brow. “Have you met her before today?”

Fuck. “No. I was just agreeing to be agreeable.”

“Interesting.” He looks like he doesn’t believe me, but there’s no way in hell I’m addressing anything Scarlett-related for the rest of the day.

“Go ahead and tell me everything you need my firm to work on for you, Lucas,” I say, taking a seat. “Don’t skip over any details.”

“I would never.” He sits across from me, tapping his fingers against the wood-grain table like usual, taking his precious time as if his is more valuable than mine.

“An undercover detective is watching my every move these days,” he says finally. “Actually, there are three of them.”

“I’m sure you’re not surprised by that.”

“I’m not.” He smiles. “But with these new charges and three of my real men having to lay low for a while, I need some new people I can trust.”

“This is a law firm, Lucas,” I say. “Not a staffing agency.”

“I need you to see to it that no one gets in trouble when these undercover detectives are mysteriously beaten to within an inch of their lives sometime this weekend.”

Jesus Christ... I stare at him.

“It’s been quite fun toying with them and pretending like I don’t know what they’re up to,” he says, “but I have a real empire to run, and I can’t afford to waste any more time.”

“I told you to stop giving me advance notice on you committing crimes.” I hold back a sigh. “I like to pretend that you’re somewhat innocent.”

“I am.” He smiles. “I’ve never been convicted of a crime. I don’t even have a parking ticket.”

“Is that all you need?” I ask. “Help with assault charges?”

“If they get caught.”

They will…

“Fine. Anything else?”

“Two more things.” He nods and pulls out something from his breast pocket, sliding it to me.

“First, I think someone might be stealing from my daughter,” he says. “I think that⁠—”

“Today’s the first day I’m realizing you have a daughter.” I can’t help but interrupt. “I know about your sons, but you’ve never mentioned her once. Why?”

“Because she’s a disappointment.” There’s a harshness in his tone. “At least, she has been for a while, and I don’t like discussing my weaknesses.”

I sit up, slightly offended and confused at the same time.

“My daughter—unfortunately—is a naive dreamer who still sees the world in black and white.” He shakes his head. “She has no idea about the grayness you and I operate in, and she thinks she still has a chance at being a stage actress someday.”

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Daddy’s Trust – MC Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts http://www.ilovenovels.com/daddys-trust-mc-daddies-read-online-laylah-roberts Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:36:15 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/daddys-trust-mc-daddies-read-online-laylah-roberts Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Virgin Authors: Laylah Roberts Advertisement

Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)

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When Addie gets separated from her sisters during a bar brawl, help comes from an unlikely person.
Cash Savage.
They’re total opposites. He’s bossy, protective, and ridiculously gorgeous.
She’s shy and struggles to talk when she gets anxious.
And she gets anxious a lot.
He’s completely out of her league. A dream she could never hope for.
However, when Addie and her sisters find themselves in danger, it’s Cash who volunteers to protect her.
It’s Cash who rocks her to sleep and makes sure she gets enough to eat.
And it’s Cash who puts everything on the line to keep her safe

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Cash Savage was sick of his life.

He carried two boxes piled one on top of the other into the warehouse and set them down with a frown. On the side of the boxes, in Bonnie’s neat handwriting, was the word: Dinosaur.

What kind of dinosaurs?

Opening the top one, he saw that it was a mix of stuffed dinosaur toys. He drew out a Triceratops.

“Damn, this is soft and cute.”

“You like that one?” Ralen asked. “I thought your favorite dinosaur was the Argentinosaurus?”

“Well, yeah. It was known to be between fifty-two and sixty-five feet tall. And created so much waste that it probably killed smaller dinosaurs with it. I mean, can you imagine?”

“Being crushed by giant poo?” Ralen said dryly. “Not really.”

“You always were a T-Rex guy. Fuck, is this really how we want to be spending our Saturday night? Moving fucking boxes of new stock for LittleLand and talking about dinosaur poo?” He put the toy back in the box.

Ralen shrugged. “Doesn’t bother me. Isn’t like I’ve got anything better to do. What do you think AP stands for?”

Cash glanced over at the boxes his best friend had carried in.

They were more than friends.

They were brothers.

Cash would do anything for Ralen. But sometimes he wished he wasn’t quite so easygoing.

Of course, Ralen was only easygoing to a point. He could change his mood on a dime.

And watch out if you fucked him off or hurt someone he cared about. Because a furious Ralen could leave a trail of destruction in his wake. Kind of like Argentinosaurus—only he’d left a trail of poo in his wake.

“I don’t know,” Cash said. “Ageplay, I guess.”

Ralen opened the box and shook his head. “Nope.” He drew an item from a box. It was purple, and tapered at one end, with a flat base at the other. “Anal plugs.”

Cash had to grin. “Come on, let’s get the rest of these boxes in. When Dante said he needed a couple of guys to help watch over Bonnie, I wasn’t really expecting to spend my Saturday night hauling around boxes.”

Ralen shrugged. “Me neither. But I guess it’s better than dodging bullets or dealing with drunk assholes.”

Was it?

Sometimes Cash wasn’t so sure.

When they were finished unloading the truck into the warehouse out the back of Bonnie’s shop, he turned to his best friend. “I need a drink. I need to do . . . something.”

They were both in their late twenties, but sometimes Cash felt like he was much older. The things he’d seen and done over the years had aged him.

“We going to Reapers?” Ralen asked.

Reapers was the Iron Shadows bar. And it was where they spent a lot of their spare time. But he didn’t really feel like being surrounded by people he knew.

At one stage, he’d hoped to join the Iron Shadows; however Dante had put a stop to that. Dante didn’t think that Cash could remain loyal to him while being a member of the Iron Shadows.

Cash got it. Even if he didn’t like it.

Tonight, he didn’t need a reminder that he wasn’t part of that family.

“No, let’s just go to that place on the way home. What’s it called? Rabid Dog?”

“The one that usually closes down each night with a bar brawl?” Ralen asked.

“That’s the one.”

Ralen rubbed his hands together with glee. “Good. I was wondering when we’d get to have a drink there.”

Cash shook his head. He should’ve known that Ralen would be up for it.

After locking up the warehouse, they headed out and got into Cash’s pickup.

Maybe tonight was the night something interesting would happen.

2

“We are not going to another bar, Monroe.”

“Yes, we are!”

“No, we’re not. This is getting ridiculous. We’re in a strange city, searching for a man we barely know, and our only clue is that he told you he works at a bar in Billings. We’ve been to twenty bars so far and no one has heard of him!”

“Which means he might work at the ones we’re going to tonight!” Monroe replied, getting up into Dotty’s face. “And I do know him. He’s my husband!”

“Who you married on a drunken whim in Las Vegas. You hadn’t even known him a day.”

Monroe shrugged. “He was a good tipper.”

Dotty just gaped at Monroe. “And that’s a good reason to marry him?”

“Well, he was also cute and fun. Do you remember what fun is, Dotty?” Monroe asked, hands on her hips.

“No! Because I’m too busy taking care of you in order to have any fun!”

The words slapped back and forth between them, making Addie grow more and more tense. A large boulder filled her stomach and she grabbed hold of Snaggles, who was on the couch next to her. Holding him up, she ran his ear under her nose in an effort to soothe herself.

Addie hated it when Dotty and Monroe fought. And that’s all they seemed to be doing on this trip. Addie didn’t like being away from home. The house she shared with her sisters was her safe space. Where she never had to interact with anyone. And no one could scare or judge her.

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Damaged Beast Read Online B.B. Hamel http://www.ilovenovels.com/damaged-beast-read-online-b-b-hamel Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:36:07 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/damaged-beast-read-online-b-b-hamel Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: B.B. Hamel Advertisement

Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)

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What’s worse than getting caught with your hand down your pants?
Getting caught by your controlling boss.
On his prized pool table.
Moaning his name.

Prime Spadaro is the worst boss in Philadelphia.
Arrogant, demanding, dangerous, and so gorgeous it should be illegal.
He’s a notorious playboy with a famously busy bedroom.
When he blackmails me into house sitting on my weekend off, I decide to get even by defiling his precious million-dollar felt.
It’s going great until he comes home early.
And he sees everything.
I’m ready to quit, change my name, and flee the state.
Instead of firing me, he gives me one last chance and an insane new task:
Find him a wife.
Fine. Easy. I’ll marry the handsome monster off, take my double salary, and finally be able to afford my sick father’s care.
Except he hates every woman I choose.
And on his wedding day, Prime walks away from the arranged bride…
Because the wife he wants has been holding the clipboard all along.
One huge problem: Prime isn’t just a rich developer with a magic touch.
He’s mafia, and he’s obsessed with me.
And the ring he slips on my finger?
He’s never taking it back.

Damaged Beast is a full length standalone novel with plenty of banter and spicy scenes. There’s no cliffhanger and a happily-ever-after is guaranteed

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DEANNA

Ihate my boss so much that I’m going to defile his precious pool table with my naked body.

I shouldn’t even be here right now. This was supposed to be my long weekend off. I put my request in over a month earlier and Prime (yes, that’s his real name) approved it without so much as glancing up from his phone (probably scrolling through an endless list of needy hookups).

Now, instead, he calls me up last second and essentially says either you house sit for me or you’re fired.

I didn’t even want to take this weekend off, is the thing, but it’s my dad’s birthday tomorrow morning and my mom really struggles around this time of year. I still remember the parties she used to throw for him full of friends, coworkers, acquaintances, and other random guests they gathered like stray kittens. There was food, dancing, drinking, at least a few broken objects and stained carpets, and kids running all over. I loved those parties and she did too, but now it’s like none of that ever happened, and I think she’s still grieving it.

All of that’s to say, my boss is an asshole.

But he’s a particular type of asshole.

Rich, arrogant, confident to a fault, and absurdly handsome. There’s a reason he’s got a black book thicker than my mattress. For whatever reason, when he takes a woman home, she’s always desperate to do it a second time.

It’s a little pathetic, but the man’s got to be packing a magic dick or something.

Which is why I’m up on his pool table, top unbuttoned, legs spread, eyes screwed shut, thinking about the time I caught him mid-fuck six weeks back during a work retreat.

I’ll admit the whole pool table thing is dramatic and weird. Why not stroke myself off anywhere else? Somewhere more private instead of right in the middle of his massive game room on the ground floor of his huge south Philly house? Prime loves this stupid thing. It’s apparently made from thousand-year-old Italian trees and the top is Greek slate and a million virgins were sacrificed to bless its felt and the pockets are sewn from the leather of a mystical dragon, or whatever. He told me all about it once and I’m absolutely, positively sure he’d hate it if he knew I was doing this, which makes it so much sweeter as I stroke my fingers up and down my slit, eyes closed now as I pull back that now familiar memory.

Six in the morning. That’s the part I still can’t get over. I knocked, heard nothing, and went into his room to make sure he hadn’t choked on his own booze-soaked vomit. I figured I’d find him asleep and hungover and I’d have to usher him into the shower and get him presentable for the breakfast meetings we had scheduled a couple hours.

Instead, he was awake. Very much awake. And entertaining not one beautiful blond woman, but two.

I let out a soft moan at this part as I sink my fingers in deeper and begin to work my clit. It was that first moment, before they realized I was there. Prime was sinking his cock deep into one of the women, her sweat-slicked body grinding against him as he slammed roughly into her pussy, her pleasure screams like she was about to die.

The other stood in front of him, her leg over her shoulder, her fingers buried in his hair as he held her ass to keep her balanced. His mouth slurped and licked and ate her pussy, and her eyes were rolled back in pure ecstasy, her moans as incredible as her friend getting the best fuck of her life.

I moan, spreading my legs wider. The pool table’s felt really is soft as fresh cut summer grass. I stroke faster, back arching at the memory of the way he easily pleasured these two sinfully gorgeous women.

Back in the room that morning, I couldn’t move. I froze in pure shock, horror, and awe. The woman he was fucking started gasping, almost shrieking as an orgasm rippled down her spine, her tanned skin turning bright red and flushed with exertion. And as she finished, he pulled himself from her revealing the biggest, pussy-slick cock I’ve ever seen outside of porn videos. She collapsed onto her belly, gulping for air, and that’s when he essentially shoved the other girl down onto her back and sheathed himself inside her with a feral snarl of pleasure.

I feel him now on the pool table, slamming into me, sweaty and growling, his muscular body covered in scars and dark tattoos, looking like a demon made for a woman’s sin. I’m that girl on my back, another woman’s orgasm coating Prime’s dick, and not caring at all as he fills me over and over, pinning my hands above my head as I’m powerless, dominated, riding the sweet edge of bliss.

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Dirty Judge (The Firm #2) Read Online Whitney G http://www.ilovenovels.com/dirty-judge-the-firm-2-read-online-whitney-g Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:35:53 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/dirty-judge-the-firm-2-read-online-whitney-g Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Authors: Whitney G. Series: The Firm Series by Whitney G
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 59287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)

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There are three rules in Judge Ashton’s courtroom:

1. Don’t ever question him.

2. Try not to look guilty.

3. Never make him remember you.

I just wish someone had told me that before I had a hearing in front of him.

Because this jerk barely listened to my speeding ticket case, ruled me “guilty as hell,” and made me pay thousands of dollars in fees—despite me pleading about how broke and desperate I was.

So, it’s only fair that I looked up his home address, found his luxury car, and treated all his windows to some much-deserved damage.

I “allegedly” did it, I mean.

He’ll never know…

At least, that’s what I thought.

Several weeks later, yours truly was hired to be a new law clerk.

For his courtroom.

Turns out, he remembered me all too well and decided to make my life a living hell.

And he plays dirty.

Far dirtier than anyone could ever imagine

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PROLOGUE

JUDGE LIAM ASHTON

If you’re ever summoned to my courtroom, I expect you to follow three non-negotiable rules.

One, don’t ever question my authority.

I’m the judge, not you, and if you dare to complain about the sentence I give you?

I’ll replace it with something so severe you’ll beg me to send you to prison.

Two, try not to look guilty, but don’t lie to me.

I’ve sat through thousands of arraignments and cases, and all it takes is one look into your eyes to tell whether you’re worthy of my mercy.

The least you can do is try to make me wonder…

Three, once I bang the gavel to dismiss you, get the hell out of my courtroom.

Do not give me any lingering looks. Do not pass go, do not ask me any further questions.

I need to forget you ever existed, just in case you wind up in front of me again.

Up until last week, these three rules were always more than enough. But after twenty sleepless nights in a row, I’m considering adding a fourth and a fifth one to my list.

Then again, they’d only apply to a certain woman who thought she was above following my rules. A woman who had the audacity to break every single one, leave her memories tattooed on a heart I forgot existed, and condemn me to nightmares I can’t escape from.

Alas, if I can’t get more than two hours of sleep tonight, I’m making the additions in the morning.

Rule Four: Don’t ever stalk me when you’re upset about me finding you guilty.

Rule Five: Don’t you dare apply to work anywhere near me…

LIBEL (N.):

A WRITTEN OR PUBLISHED FALSE STATEMENT THAT DAMAGES A PERSON'S REPUTATION, EXPOSES THEM TO PUBLIC HATRED, OR HARMS THEIR LIVELIHOOD.

LIAM

F*ck Judge Ashton

The official complaint thread

r/NYCJudges

Maybeth567

Okay seriously, y’all. How is this asshole STILL allowed to be on the bench?

Jury51

This topic gets rehashed every week… Why not view the other threads and discuss it there?

Maybeth567

Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Internet Police.

Those threads don’t have ME and his harsh punishment for ME in them, so get over yourself.

Hyt098

I think it’s because the Mayor (or his wife lmao) has a crush on him… Have you ever really LOOKED at his face?

Yuty

Yessss. I would sit on his face for hours…

Lveryt98

I’ve seen his cockprint on an elevator ride once… That’s probably why. (His face is definitely a work of art…)

Maybeth567

Is there any way we can all band together and complain and get rid of him?

Jury51

There are *300* threads about that topic here already…

Maybeth567

Well, maybe we need 500 more? Who’s with me?

Better yet, let’s band together and attack him in person. Maybe cripple him?

Douse him in gasoline and set him afire? His f*ckery can’t go on for too much longer…

User Maybeth567 has now been banned from the group for terrorist threats.

Ilogged out of my favorite forum of haters and made a mental note to show this to the courthouse security team.

Checking the latest comments was part of my morning routine, and—along with the weather—they gave me a bit of insight on how today’s court session was bound to go.

I picked up my remote and pressed the top button, forcing the drapes to reveal my view of the city.

Gray clouds hung low in the sky, crying raindrops over the city’s streets. Wispy ribbons of fog floated over the Manhattan Bridge, covering the Hudson River’s choppy waters below.

“It’s going to be a long-ass day…” I grabbed my briefcase and headed to the elevator.

The moment I stepped inside, I called my secretary.

“It’s a great day for justice, Judge Ashton!” She answered on the first ring as usual. “How are you on this lovely bright day?”

“It’s raining outside, Mara…”

“It’s only raining if you think it’s raining,” she said. “The sun is out and about for me every day.”

I held back a sigh. This woman was the definition of “toxic positivity”—the type of person who could see an upside in anything, no matter how dire. Even the death penalty.

“Give me a sneak peek of my first three arraignments this morning,” I said.

“Of course, one second.” She hummed a tune while my elevator descended. “Um… You’ve got a home burglary, a second DUI offense, and an animal cruelty charge.”

“What type of animal cruelty?”

“The guy in question was keeping a collection of ticks and cockroaches in his apartment.”

“In a glass case, I’m assuming?”

“No.” She paused. “Apparently, he was setting two hundred of them free every night in the hallway, in hopes of making his neighbors move.”

I blinked.

“He also has an OnlyFans where he, uh, touches himself while they crawl all over him. Oh and⁠—”

“Don’t tell me anything else,” I cut her off. “Put a red check on that one. What about the next three?”

“You’d hate me for telling you.” There was a smile in her voice. “You’re going to have a long day, sir.”

I figured…

“I’ll have plenty of coffee and treats ready for you in your chambers.”

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Duplicitous (Deceit #1) Read Online Julia Sykes http://www.ilovenovels.com/duplicitous-deceit-1-read-online-julia-sykes Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:35:41 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/duplicitous-deceit-1-read-online-julia-sykes Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic Authors: Julia Sykes Series: Deceit Series by Julia Sykes
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)

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I've watched her. Waited for her. Protected her from the shadows.

I've been obsessed with Karolina for years, but she has no idea that I've been stalking her every move.

Any man who dared to try to touch what's mine is dead.

Now, I've finally become the man she'll want, not the monster I've hidden from her.

She only knows me as "Bones", her online masked man.

But it's time for the mask to come off, even if I can never reveal who I really am.

I'll insert myself into her life as her new professor, and she'll finally be mine in every way.

I crave to torment and cherish her.

If she ever tries to run away, there's nowhere on Earth she can hide from me.

Because I know her darkest, most depraved secret: Karolina wants to be hunted

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KAROLINA

Ashadowy form stalks me through the moonlit woods.

I hold my head high, treading carefully so that I won’t trip over fallen branches in the darkness.

He likes scaring me, and I won’t give him the satisfaction of showing fear.

Not yet.

By the time the trees thin and I near the clearing, my pulse is thrumming through my veins. My feet itch with the urge to run from the perceived threat, but I’m not ready to surrender to our twisted game.

I know this is wrong. Perverse.

But I’ve never felt more alive than I do when Brandon chases me. I’ve never felt freer than I do when he captures me in his arms and tackles me to the damp earth.

At the house, our lives are strictly controlled, our emotions cruelly suppressed.

But out here in the woods, we can let the wildest parts of ourselves overtake reason and decorum.

In our stolen moments when Brandon claims a savage kiss, I don’t care that he’s my foster brother.

I step into the clearing, and my eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the wash of moonlight. Animal instincts start to take hold, and the intrinsic sense that I’m prey makes my heart flutter.

I clench my fists to hide the way my hands are shaking and turn to face him.

My stomach drops when Carter, my worst bully, emerges from the trees.

“What are you doing here?” I try to issue a demand, but my voice is too high and thin.

A sick smirk twists his blandly handsome features. “I knew I’d find you out here. You’re breaking curfew. I should tell Shirley.”

I take a step back, physically recoiling at the prospect that our cruel foster mother will punish me for my infraction.

“No, you won’t,” I hiss with more bravado than I feel. “You’re out after curfew too.”

His smirk tilts into a sadistic smile. “Maybe she’ll drown you for real this time.”

My throat constricts, and for a moment, my head is submerged in icy water, my foster mom’s fingernails digging into the back of my skull.

I narrow my eyes. “And what do you think Charlie will do to you if he finds out?”

Our foster dad is as quick and vicious with his fists as Shirley is with her cane.

Carter’s sick smile doesn’t waver. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

He closes in, and I back away, edging towards the woods.

“Where’s Brandon?” I demand, my eyes searching the shadows frantically for salvation.

Carter’s low laugh coats my pebbled skin like toxic sludge. “Who do you think told me I would find you here? You love being chased down and fucked, don’t you? I thought you were a stuck-up prude.” His grin widens. “But you’re just a filthy little slut.”

“He wouldn’t.” I barely force the words out in an agonized wheeze.

My heart twists, threatening to tear asunder.

Carter spreads his arms, gesturing at the empty clearing—where I’m utterly alone with him.

“Brandon isn’t coming tonight,” he taunts. “You get to suck my cock instead.”

Nausea surges. “I won’t. Stay away from me.”

Even though I’ve engaged in Brandon’s deviant games, we’ve never been together like that. He kisses me with harsh passion and touches me with possessive hands, but he looks at me with reverence, like I’m his own personal miracle.

The quiet, brooding boy who used to glower at me has become my closest confidante, my safe haven in the hell that is our home.

“It’s my turn,” Carter says, moonlight flashing on his dark brown eyes in a mocking glimmer. “Do you think he cares about you? As though Brandon Harcourt has ever given a fuck about anyone.” He barks a laugh. “You really did think you were special, didn’t you?”

“Don’t come any closer,” I warn, my hands curling to fists.

But despite my show of aggression, my heart cracks open in a painful rift.

I’ve been such an idiot. Brandon barely looks at me when we’re at home. And what have we really shared out here in the woods other than stolen kisses and harsh caresses?

I thought he cared.

But I was just deluding myself because I couldn’t bear for my love to be unrequited.

I’ve been alone since my parents died, and I’ve been acting like a foolish girl clinging to scraps of affection.

“This will be our little secret,” Carter drawls. “Well, ours and Brandon’s. Maybe next time, I’ll let him watch. He seems happy to share you.”

Carter takes a single, prowling step toward me. I unstick my feet from the grass, spin on my heel, and sprint into the woods.

His delighted laugh follows me, weaving through the trees to clutch at me—icy claws raking down the back of my neck.

My breath saws in and out of my throat, lungs burning. Fallen leaves and twigs crunch beneath Carter’s shoes behind me, far too close.

A scream tears from me.

“Karolina!” Brandon’s distant bellow draws a sob from my chest.

They’re both hunting me. The boy I love betrayed me.

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Falling for You (Falling For #1) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.ilovenovels.com/falling-for-you-falling-for-1-read-online-natasha-madison Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:35:28 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/falling-for-you-falling-for-1-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Falling For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97409 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)

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USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Natasha Madison turns up the heat when a night of passion brings together a man who was never looking for love and a woman who thinks she doesn’t deserve it.

Theo Williams loved and lost once and isn’t interested in doing it again. He has his family and friends, and plenty of women passing through his new hometown who are happy with a no-strings-attached night of passion. Working as a partner at his cousin’s construction company, he’s perfectly content with his life—until he meets Collins Henderson, the one-night stand who will change his world forever.

Collins grew up on the wrong side of her small hometown. Thanks to her parents’ shady schemes, every local knows a Henderson cannot be trusted. She works hard as a paramedic, putting in every extra hour she can to save for a better life. But every time she starts to get ahead, her parents show up to pull her back down. Having one night of passion with a man she doesn’t know is not something she’d normally do, but there was just something about him … And two months later, she finds herself unexpectedly pregnant.

When she runs into the mysterious stranger again, she has to tell him, not because she needs or wants anything from him, just so he knows. But now he’s showing up at her house, cooking her meals, stocking her refrigerator, and doing everything he can for her. Collins has always taken care of herself. She wasn’t looking for a relationship, but she can’t deny the chemistry between them.

She knows it’s only a matter of time before he learns who she is and changes his mind. She can’t let herself fall for this guy, but every day he’s getting harder to resist

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PROLOGUE

COLLINS

“Thank you so, so much,” Natalie, one of my coworkers, says when she comes into the room dressed for her shift. “You have no idea how much it meant to me and my kiddo.”

I get up from the couch and stretch, my body achy from being at work for so long. “Don’t mention it.” The room is quiet as most of the guys on shift are lying down on their beds, waiting for the calls to come in.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take your shift?” Natalie asks. “I don’t mind.”

I think about it for a second, but I know the extra money will be good. I could probably do a little bit of renovation at home. Maybe even buy some patio furniture so I can sit out there when I am actually home.

“I should be fine to replace you at nine,” I tell her. “I have the weekend off, I can always catch up on my sleep then.”

“Yeah,” she says, “unless you take someone else’s shift.” She laughs at me, knowing that if I have a weekend off, I usually only take one day and try to get the extra shift. I’ve worked hard my whole life to get where I am, and I still just barely have my head above the water.

“I’ll see you soon, I guess.” I walk out of the common area and head toward the bathrooms on the second floor. Opening my locker, I think about not changing out of my paramedic uniform but know I’ll feel better if I do. I peel the thick blue cargo pants off and fold them up before sliding on my jean shorts, then unbutton the matching blue shirt before putting on my white tank top.

I walk out of the bathroom with my uniform folded in my hand and put it in my big bag to take home and wash. I walk out of the station, waving at a couple of the guys from the fire crew sitting outside, enjoying the nice warm night. It’s that time of year when it’s not hot and muggy yet, so I think everyone is taking advantage of it. “Drive safe, Collins,” Hudson, the lieutenant fireman, says to me, and I nod at him with a smile.

“Will do.” I throw my bag over my shoulder as I make my way to my Honda Civic. It’s the first car I’ve ever driven. I was lucky that Brock, the local mechanic in town, took payments, so I was able to buy it.

Opening the door, the heat from the day seeps out as I start the car and open the windows right away. I pull out of the parking lot, waving once more at the guys sitting outside.

I drive down Main Street. The local bar, Thatcher’s, is the only thing still open. The music seeps out to the street from the open doors. It’s packed for a random Wednesday. It’s the only bar in Montgavin, and where both locals and visitors hang out—they have a special with most of the bed-and-breakfasts in town. I pull up to the stop sign before turning to head onto the highway. I’m listening to nothing but the wind filling the car as I drive. I don’t normally turn the radio on after my shifts, instead taking the twenty-five-minute drive home to decompress from the day. It’s especially helpful since I just worked an eighteen-hour shift. I am practically dead on my feet when the sound of clunking reverberates through the car. I immediately pull over.

“Please tell me this isn’t happening,” I mutter to myself before getting out of the car. I grab my phone and turn the flashlight on. I don’t have to take more than a couple steps before I inwardly groan. My front tire is very flat.

My long day just got even fucking longer.

A field of corn stands behind me, and across the road, five farmhouses are spaced out, windows dark—no one is up.

“Why me,” I mumble for a good ten minutes before trying to pull up at least three do-it-yourself videos on changing a tire. The first thing they tell you to do is to get your spare out. I close my eyes before going back to my car door and pulling the latch open to unlock the trunk. I think I’m holding my breath at the same time, hoping like fuck I have a spare tire. If I don’t, I’m probably going to have to call a cab to come get me and leave my car here until tomorrow.

I move the bags in the car and pull up the felt cover, revealing the tire with the jack.

“Yes!” I have a mini celebration, thinking I won the jackpot. “Okay, so step one is done.” I put my phone in my back pocket before I take the jack out and then haul out the tire, practically spraining my back doing it. I’m trying to figure out where to place the jack when headlights come toward me. I move onto the side of the road, out of the way, in case they can’t see me. I’ve been a paramedic for a long time, and I’ve seen the accidents from being hit by a car.

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Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner Read Online Sam Crescent http://www.ilovenovels.com/grumpy-mafia-boss-and-the-cleaner-read-online-sam-crescent Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:30:42 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/grumpy-mafia-boss-and-the-cleaner-read-online-sam-crescent Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Mafia, Virgin Authors: Sam Crescent Advertisement

Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)

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Harper Taylor has spent years cleaning for the most feared Capo in the Villa Mafia. Trapped by her controlling father and desperate for freedom, the last thing she expects is to fall for her dangerous boss.
Enzo Castelli trusts no one.
Betrayal has shaped him into a ruthless mafia kingpin, but Harper is the one exception. The one woman he can’t stay away from. The one person he would burn the world to protect.
When enemies close in and family secrets come to light, Harper finds herself caught between the life she’s always known and the man who refuses to let her go.
Because Enzo doesn’t share.
And once he decides Harper belongs to him, he’ll destroy anyone who tries to take her away

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Chapter One

Harper Taylor pulled the sheets back from the bed, bundling them into a ball and tossing into the basket. It was laundry day, and that meant cleaning the master’s bed. Not that Enzo Castelli ever behaved like a master. She rarely ever saw him. She was told to always stay out of his way, even though she woke at five in the morning so she could be done with her chores, then study in her bedroom. She’d come to learn his routine.

Enzo was a morning person, waking up roughly the same time as her. There was one time he woke up and went straight to the kitchen for coffee. With the cook not getting in until past eight, she’d started to prepare the coffeepot early. Every morning, before she even got dressed, she’d run downstairs and click the coffeepot on. She hated seeing the few staff that came into his home most days crying, and that had happened. She assumed because he could be so blunt and to the point.

Having a live-in position at his home made life easier, and the irony was, it was freeing and she didn’t have to go back to her parents’ house. Of course, she didn’t see a penny of the money she earned. Her father had complete control of her bank accounts, and he took everything. In the two years she’d been here, she had only gotten two hundred dollars at Christmas. That was it, after twenty-four months of work. She didn’t even know how much she earned an hour.

Aside from her controlling father, staying in Enzo’s home and doing all her chores, she could do whatever the hell she wanted. She read the books that were available in his personal library. There was so much knowledge at her fingertips. Even though she wasn’t allowed to go to college, and her father forbade it, she was finding her education elsewhere. She’d started to learn through the books she borrowed and the notes she wrote.

If her father saw this, he’d go mad. He didn’t like the idea of her getting any kind of education. It was hard trying to finish high school. He’d find any number of excuses to take time away from her. She was never allowed to study in front of him either. It had been a constant nightmare.

At least now she had some semblance of peace, and she happened to be good at cleaning. Enzo’s house had never looked so good, and she put that down to her brilliant organization. It hadn’t taken long to get some order and a schedule to her cleaning. Mondays, she always took care of the master’s laundry, as well as cleaned his room.

“What are you doing here?”

Harper gasped and turned around. It was exactly eight-thirty. Enzo left this morning at seven-thirty. On a day like this, he rarely returned home before six at night.

“I’m taking your bedding to be ... laundered.” They were the first words she had ever said to him.

Enzo was a scary-looking man. Well, no, he was a very sexy, handsome, and mature man. Not that she found him attractive. Absolutely not. She stared at him, and his deep penetrating blue eyes stared back at her.

“I’m, uh, I’m Harper Taylor. You hired me two years ago to clean for you.” She moved a little closer, holding out her hand, attempting to be normal, or at least what she determined to be normal, only it felt like it was falling down flat. This was not a good start. This was not even a funny start.

“I know who you are.”

It was then she realized Enzo was bleeding. She quickly rushed toward him, grabbing his arm and shoving all kinds of etiquette right out the window, as she started to pull him into the bathroom. At one point, she was pretty sure he reached for his gun.

Living with her father, who hung around the dredges of society, she was used to people with guns, and blood. She had lost count of the number of times she woke up screaming because her parents had gotten into a fight. Her mother always fought back. In the mornings, both her parents would be sporting black eyes, but her mother would get a tiny trinket out of it.

Harper hated life back home.

“Sit,” she said, forcing him to sit on the toilet. Living with a couple of brothers and in a world where everything always seemed to go wrong, she was not squeamish about blood.

She removed his jacket and saw there was a gunshot wound to his arm, but it had an entrance and exit.

“I need to call the doctor,” she said.

“Just patch it up.”

“And run the risk of it getting infected? Not a chance.” She pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number she’d been given in case of emergency. The man’s name was Kent, and she never asked any questions. She’d tell him the name, and he’d arrive in less than an hour, which was exactly what happened now, only Enzo refused to be in his bathroom when he arrived.

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He Loves Me Not – Game Changers Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.ilovenovels.com/he-loves-me-not-game-changers-read-online-nichole-rose Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:30:34 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/he-loves-me-not-game-changers-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Authors: Nichole Rose Advertisement

Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)

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The petals weren't supposed to lie…

Ava
I've had bad ideas before, but getting wine-drunk and playing He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not might be my worst yet.
Especially since the subject of my petal-plucking spiral is none other than the world's favorite wide receiver, Dawson Iverson.

I'm convinced he hates me.
Does that stop me from dreaming about him every night?
No.

But dreams are one thing.
Finding him in my bed?

That's another problem entirely.

I'm dangerously close to forgetting all the reasons this can't happen…
and that has disaster written all over it.

Dawson
I fell for Ava Grant the minute our parents introduced us.

She's a sweet little minx who can't lie to save her life.
Unfortunately for both of us, she values her privacy… and that's the one thing I can't give her.

I've tried to stay away.
I've tried to be good.

But when she lies about dating her neighbor?
I snap.

No one touches what's mine. No one.

This pretty little brat is about to learn the truth.
This isn't hate.
This is obsession.

And I'm done playing by the rules

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Prologue

Ava

One Drunken Night…

Playing childhood games to sort out our futures was a bad idea. I know this because my head is swimming from the four bottles of wine we demolished, I've got a small pile of flower petals in front of me… and my future is not looking rosy.

"It's settled," I say, flopping back against the cushions of Emelia's couch. "He loves me not."

According to the petals, Dawson Iverson, my new stepbrother and the hottest wide receiver on the planet, hates me. I am not sad about this. I'm not. It doesn't even matter if I might, maybe, possibly have the tiniest crush on him.

"What?" Seraphina peers over at me through glossy eyes. "Says who?"

"The petals." I wave in their direction. "I plucked two. The truth has been revealed."

"Bullshit," Nova says, scooping up petals, only to sprinkle them across my legs like some crazed flower girl. "I refuse to believe those petals are telling you the truth. Are you sure you did it right?"

"How do you do it wrong?" Emelia asks. "You pluck the dang petals. I definitely did my cootie catcher wrong, though." She glowers at the folded paper on the coffee table in front of her. "I'm too drunk to count, and that's why it landed on Royce."

"It's a cootie catcher, not rocket science, Em," Seraphina says, laughing. "You did it right."

"Did not," she grumbles, poking the folded paper like she thinks it might bite her. "There's no way it landed on him twice."

"Royce and Emelia sitting in a tree," Nova sings, flopping backward across a pillow on the floor.

"Real mature, Nova." Emelia throws a pen at her, earning loud laughter in response. "We're still waiting for you decide if you're going to fuck, marry, or kill Hux."

"Easy," Nova says, "kill." Her face does not agree with her lie. It scrunches up like she's in the process of changing her mind about her brother's best friend. "Wait…"

I hide a smile behind my hand. One of these days, she'll admit that she's in love with Huxley Saint. At least one of us should get a happily-ever-after out of my stupid idea. It won't be me.

"Ugh," I groan. "If we remember this tomorrow, I'm going to be so mad."

"It was your idea," Seraphina reminds me.

"I know." I crack my eyes open to glare at her. "Why do you think I'm going to be mad?" I'd much rather forget that I spent part of my night eagerly hoping for a damn flower to tell me that Dawson is in love with me.

Let's face it, the man hates me. With a capital H. And now I have to spend every holiday for the rest of my life sitting across from him and his insanely hot scowl.

I am not sad. I'm not.

I may be a liar, though.

Chapter One

Ava

"Mom, I really don't have time for dinner tomorrow," I protest, clutching my cell to my ear as I jog across the parking lot toward my car with my bag tapping against my thigh. "I have a million things to do."

"You don't have to stay long," she says. "Dennis and I just want to see you kids before we leave."

"Leave?" I stop jogging to frown at the phone. My bag stops a full three seconds after I do, slamming into my leg hard enough to send me stumbling two paces. Maybe I should take Emelia's advice and clean it out. "Where are you going?"

"Our flight leaves on Friday, dear."

Crap. I forgot about their honeymoon trip. My new stepfather is taking her on a month-long cruise to celebrate. She's been looking forward to it since he gave her the tickets during their reception last month.

Am I a terrible daughter for forgetting? Probably.

In my defense, I try to block out anything remotely related to spending time with Dawson. It gives me anxiety. I cannot control a room full of thirteen-year-olds five days a week and juggle anxiety. It's just not humanly possible.

"Dawson will be there," Mom says, like she's sweetening the pot. "He'd love to see you. He thinks you've been avoiding him since the wedding."

"I have not." I totally have. Am I telling my mother that? Absolutely not. The last thing I'm admitting to her is that my new stepbrother stars in far too many of my fantasies these days. I see his hot, grouchy ass at dinner, and all I think about is the dirty things he did to me in my dreams the night before. It's all kinds of awkward. "I've just been busy."

"Well, he'd love to see you."

She's dangling a carrot in front of my face without even realizing that I'm addicted to…well, the thought of his carrot. Will I go just to see him? Yes. Of course I will. I have an unhealthy obsession with the man.

It's a sickness, really.

Maybe I need a therapist instead of ridiculous games and too much wine with my three best friends, affectionately known as the Sisterhood. Surely therapy is a better coping mechanism for an unhealthy obsession than plucking petals from a daisy and playing MASH to decide if Dawson loves me or not, right?

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Hot Bodyguard Summer – Sunbreak Harbor Security Read Online Logan Chance http://www.ilovenovels.com/hot-bodyguard-summer-sunbreak-harbor-security-read-online-logan-chance Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:27:03 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/hot-bodyguard-summer-sunbreak-harbor-security-read-online-logan-chance Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Suspense Authors: Logan Chance Advertisement

Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)

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Sunbreak Harbor is all sun-kissed sand, yacht parties, and salty breezes—until the Hawthorne brothers arrive with one follow the trail that might finally lead to their missing father.

Jace Hawthorne is supposed to blend in.

Easy. He’s got the charm, the smile, and the kind of confidence that makes trouble look like an invitation.

Then she becomes his assignment.

She’s smart, stubborn, and way too visible in a town where everyone’s watching… including the person who wants her gone. Suddenly Jace is playing bodyguard in board shorts, keeping her close through beach crowds, midnight marinas, and the kind of heat that has nothing to do with summer.

The closer they get to the truth, the more dangerous Sunbreak Harbor becomes.

And the more Jace realizes the biggest risk isn’t the threat stalking her—

It’s how fast she’s turning his “temporary” into mine.

One safe house. One too-small bed. One hot bodyguard summer…
and a man who will burn the whole coastline down before he lets her be taken.

summer fling that isn’t a fling • forced proximity • one bed • protector hero • flirty banter • “stay behind me” • found family brothers • high-stakes suspense • swoony HEA

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Jace

I lean against the warm hood of my black Jeep Wrangler, arms crossed over my chest, watching the front door of the neat two-story house in one of Halo City’s quieter suburbs. The sun’s beating down hard, turning the asphalt into a shimmering mirage, but the salty breeze rolling in from the coast a few miles away keeps it from being unbearable. Even here in the middle of the city, you can still smell the ocean if the wind is right.

I check my watch again. She’s running late. Or maybe she’s inside debating whether to climb out a window and make a run for it. I wouldn’t put it past her after everything Anniston told me about her big sister.

The front door finally swings open. Sadie Wells steps onto the porch, dragging a sensible rolling suitcase behind her like it has personally offended her. She looks exactly like the third-grade teacher Anniston described and somehow even better in person: neat blonde ponytail, crisp white button-down shirt tucked into khaki pants, sensible flats, and a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

She stops at the top of the porch steps when she sees me. Her eyes narrow behind her glasses as she takes in my board shorts, faded black T-shirt, sunglasses pushed up into my messy hair, and the easy grin I’ve got locked in place.

“You must be Jace Hawthorne,” she says, voice clipped and professional. “The bodyguard my sister insisted on sending. Banks’s brother, right?”

I push off the Jeep and stroll toward her, keeping my smile friendly and relaxed. “Guilty as charged. Jace Hawthorne, at your service, Miss Wells. You ready for a little involuntary trip to Sunbreak Harbor?”

Her grip tightens on the suitcase handle until her knuckles turn white. “It’s Sadie. And no, I’m not ready. I have lesson plans due next week, and a very normal life here in Halo City. I don’t need a babysitter because my little sister decided to play hero with dangerous people.”

I stop at the bottom of the porch steps and look up at her. She’s smaller than I expected—maybe five-five on a good day—but she carries herself like she’s six feet tall and armed with a ruler. Cute as hell, too. The kind of pretty that sneaks up on you when she’s scowling like this.

“Anniston doesn’t strike me as the overreacting type,” I reply, keeping my tone light. “And considering someone tried to put a knife in her recently, I’m going to trust my brother’s judgment on this one. You’re important to your sister. That makes you important to me.”

Sadie’s cheeks flush the tiniest bit, but she lifts her chin higher. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I have conditions before I get in that Jeep with you.”

I raise an eyebrow, fighting a grin. “I’m listening.”

“No flirting. No calling me sweetheart, darling, or any other cutesy nickname. No treating me like I’m some helpless damsel you need to charm into compliance. I’m a grown woman with a career and responsibilities. I’m here because my sister is worried sick, not because I want to be your summer project.”

I can’t help it. I grin wider. “No flirting? That’s going to be tough. I’m naturally charming. Doctors say it’s a medical condition. Very serious.”

She gives me a flat, unamused stare that could wilt steel. “Try harder.”

I hold up both hands in surrender, still smiling. “Fine. Professional mode activated. For now. But I’ve got to warn you—I’m very good at my job, and part of that job is keeping you safe and sane. If that means making sure you actually relax a little while you’re stuck with me in Sunbreak Harbor, I’m not apologizing for it.”

Sadie huffs a short laugh that sounds more like disbelief than amusement. “You’re ridiculous.”

“So I’ve been told. Frequently.” I step up onto the porch and reach for her suitcase. She reluctantly lets me take it. “Come on, Sadie. The sooner we get on the road, the sooner we can get you settled in a safe house by the beach instead of standing on your front porch where anyone could be watching.”

She follows me down the steps, arms crossed tight over her chest. As I load her suitcase into the back of the Jeep, I catch her glancing around the neighborhood like she’s saying goodbye to her normal life.

I open the passenger door for her with a small flourish. “Your chariot awaits, Miss Wells.”

She climbs in without a thank you, spine straight, hands folded neatly in her lap like she’s heading to a parent-teacher conference instead of protective custody.

I slide behind the wheel, start the engine, and pull away from her house in Halo City. The moment we hit the highway heading north toward Sunbreak Harbor, the city skyline starts shrinking in the rearview mirror. The salty ocean breeze blows stronger through the open top of the Jeep as we leave the concrete jungle behind.

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