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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	(All The Right Moves #1) All the Sweet Move
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Sara Ney
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B09WRR8QK7
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Previously published as Kissing In Cars, USA Today Bestselling Author Sara Ney celebrates it's 8th year in publication with a new title and new covers. I, Molly Wakefield, never do anything reckless and I never will. I'm too sensible for that, and too close to graduation. The only thing I want to do this year is study, hang out with my best friend (and wingwoman) Jenna, and hit the beach in my free time. And things are going according to plan until the day I spy Weston McGrath--handsome star hockey player and scholar--watching me in the library during study hall. A tad creepy? Maybe. Thrilling? Absolutely. You see, Weston McGrath happens to be one guy no one can get close to. Despite my best efforts to avoid it (because let's face it - the guy isn't exactly boyfriend material) Weston weasels his way in and we form a friendship. And more.... sort of. But it's a friendship that comes with a price because Weston just cannot seem to stop screwing things up or saying all the wrong things, possibly in that order... I'm so close to graduation so I don't have time for an 18 year old "fixer-upper." Both of us should know better. But sometimes we have to learn the hard way... Author Notes: All the Sweet Moves is a Young Adult novel with some sexual references and adult language that may be appropriate for readers 18+. It was previously published under the title KISSING IN CARS in 2014.
Books in Series:	All The Right Moves Series by Sara Ney
Books by Author:	Sara Ney

CHAPTER 1

MOLLY

“The best feeling is when you look at him, and he’s already staring. On second thought, that can be kind of creepy…”

– Jenna, best friend

First off, I want to say how bored I am just sitting here.

There are a million things I could be doing right now—such as homework—but honestly I don’t have the motivation. For the sake of argument, we’ll call it a run-of-the-mill case of boredom, and for a good, solid twenty minutes, I’ve done nothing but stare at the large industrial clock on the wall, listening to the faint tick-tick-ticking sound.

You know that saying, like watching paint dry?

Yeah. This is worse.

This is like waiting for your second top coat of nail polish to dry. You know, when you can’t do anything but just sit there waiting and waving your hands in the air, trying to make wind because you need it dry now but don’t want to smudge it.

Time just isn’t drying it fast enough, but you have stuff to do.

I shift in the stiff wooden chair, slouching down behind the table because my left butt cheek is beginning to fall asleep. Could I be any more uncomfortable? I mean, if they put these crappy chairs in the library explicitly to torture us, it is definitely working. It’s 90 degrees outside, and not much better inside even with air conditioning because the school is so old, and I’m wearing a short jean skirt today—a huge mistake with this humidity. No doubt my rear is going stick to the seat when I get up.

Ugh. There’s nothing worse than a sweating, sticky skirt-butt—or shorts-butt. Have you ever been in a car with leather seats on a hot day, and your rear sticks to the seat? That’s what my thighs feel like right now.

It’s so gross.

The library is quiet, and because it’s Friday, no one else in study hall seems to be focusing either. Ericka Pierce, a freshman sitting at the next table, is texting—which is, hello, strictly forbidden—under her geometry book. The tapping from her phone is almost making me insane.

Tap.

Tap tap tap.

Every so often she looks up at me, frowns, and then starts feverishly texting again.

And I’m over here like, Um, okay…

I cannot tune the sound out.

In front of me is a hot-pink three-ring binder and a thick AP European History textbook that is open to the chapter on Rome. Why am I taking AP European History my senior year? Dear lord, don’t ask me why! I must have slipped into a coma the day we registered for classes, because:

1. I hardly study at all for this class, and

2. I have absolutely no interest at all in European History (sorry, Europe).

I tap my boring yellow #2 pencil, blow the bangs out of my eyes from the side of my mouth, pull out a sheet of loose-leaf paper, and start doodling.

Heart.

Star.

Square box.

My initials, M and W, which stand for Molly Wakefield.

Then I write Molly <3 Boys. Unfortunately, there is no one particular boy I’m doodling about. My best friend, Jenna, says I have the worst luck because I’m too picky. I’m not sure what that is actually supposed to mean, considering my dating pool is basically a group of hormonal high school boys who think it’s funny to burp the alphabet. Example: last week in biology, this guy named Brad Bosner actually made a spitball and blew it at the substitute. He’s seventeen years old, for crying out loud—who does that!

So obviously, you can see what are my options are.

Not. Good.

I have no doubt Spitball Bosner would take me on a date in a heartbeat, but do I want him to? Hell no. In my opinion, he’s a good representation of what I have to work with.

So no. I have nothing to doodle except hearts, boxes, and my own initials.

Here’s the thing: I’m not at all unfortunate looking. I definitely lucked out in the looks department, and guys actually do find me really attractive. But, let’s be perfectly honest, guys aren’t tripping over themselves to take me out. I also seem to have one other problem: the wrong guys find me attractive.

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All the Right Moves (All The Right Moves #3) Read Online Sara Ney http://www.ilovenovels.com/all-the-right-moves-all-the-right-moves-3-read-online-sara-ney Mon, 11 Apr 2022 16:27:51 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/all-the-right-moves-all-the-right-moves-3-read-online-sara-ney Genre: Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Virgin, Young Adult Authors: Sara Ney Series: All The Right Moves Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	(All The Right Moves #3) All the Right Moves
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I’ll never be that girl. You know the one: that girl on campus, confident in her own skin. Always saying the right things, putting herself out there, knowing how to talk to a guy without stammering. Nope. I’m shy but clever and easily embarrassed, perfectly content being the wallflower in my circle of outgoing, beautiful friends. I would rather read about a sexy book boyfriend than actually have a live, breathing one. But then I meet Caleb Lockhart and he is worse. Star goaltender for the University’s hockey team, Caleb is quiet and broody, preferring the solitude of his orderly, regimented life. He doesn’t like, or need people—and plans to keep it that way. One more year left of hockey and he’ll be long gone. AWKWARD NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD. Both our lives change the day I fall for Caleb. Well, fall literally on top of him, to be accurate. Because I didn’t settle into love. I fell there. *Previously published as A Kiss Like This, Bestselling Author Sara Ney celebrates it’s 7th year in publication with a new title and new covers.
Books in Series:	All The Right Moves Series by Sara Ney
Books by Author:	Sara Ney

PROLOGUE

ABBY

It all started innocently enough on a Friday just like any other, classes and a coffee run, then straight to strategic planning for the evening ahead.

Now, normally, I’m not the first person to volunteer a night out, even on the weekends. The simple truth is, I would much rather stay home on a weekend, rent movies, read a book, and eat snacks on my couch.

One hundred percent of the time, hands down, no debate.

However, tonight is different. Tonight, my cousin, Tyler Darlington the Third—when I was younger, I used to call him Tyler Darlington the Turd—became an officer of his fraternity, and in his mind, that is something to celebrate.

I also want to point out that Tyler becoming an officer of anything is kind of a big deal—to both his parents and mine. Believe me when I say, the whole entire Darlington clan is in a tizzy over the fact that Tyler has been admitted to a Big 10 School. Not only that, but he’s managed not to flunk out of that same Big 10 School or cause any property damage to his fraternity house or burn it down

Naturally, these things alone are cause for celebration (that was sarcasm) and my parental units are practically forcing me to attend his celebratory frat party.

Okay. Maybe forcing is a strong word, although they did have to promise me a fifty-dollar pre-paid Visa credit card if I went.

To put it bluntly: Tyler is kind of a moron.

And by moron, I mean pothead.

So despite my usual penchant for staying in on the weekends like a hermit, there is definitely something to be said for the simple act of getting ready to go out with friends that is more fun than the actual act of going out.

For example:

Cramming more than one young (single) woman into one bathroom, then crowding around the only mirror in the apartment. Unless of course you count the cheap mirror hanging behind your bedroom door, which you do not.

Borrowing clothes that never seem to look as cute on you as they do on your friend or roommate. Damn her.

Getting sprayed/blinded by the hairspray because you were standing too closely behind your friend wielding the can—which we all know is a given. Someone always get sprayed in the eyes…

Smudging your eyeliner because you get elbowed by your friend every time you lean over the counter to draw a more precise line. We call this irony.

Sounds like funsies, right?

That’s because it is. For the most part.

There’s always tons of wild laughter, annoyed grumbling, and in the end, everyone looks stunning and ready to take on the town—or in this case, a house party.

Tonight is no exception.

It’s a short walk to the fraternity house from our crappy rental house, and even though the air is a tad too chilly for my liking, we chose to walk the short distance rather than drive, despite the heels most of us are wearing.

Having already decided that it’s going to be an early night, we spend the remainder of the evening huddled together in the corner of my cousin’s fraternity house, not because we’re wallflowers, or party poopers, or stuck up. No. We’re huddled together because the house is dirty, and falling apart, and the crowd it draws isn’t exactly “my scene.”

My scene is the library. A quaint coffee shop with an acoustic guitar player, smelling of rich coffee grounds. The campus study center with its overstuffed couches. My small but tidy bedroom in my off-campus rental.

This crowd… this crowd is collegians on academic probation. Drunks. Potheads. Girls with loose morals and even looser panties.

I brazen out the party with my friends, in the corner I’ve forced us to occupy, where we laugh, my friends drink, and we lose track of time.

Before I know it, my friends have disappeared and my cousin is at my side, half-baked (as usual) but in protection mode. Tyler actually convinces me to be responsible and not to walk home alone in the dark, even though the last place I want to be is here. In this fraternity house. Alone without my friends.

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All the Bold Moves (All The Right Moves #2) Read Online Sara Ney http://www.ilovenovels.com/all-the-bold-moves-all-the-right-moves-2-read-online-sara-ney Mon, 11 Apr 2022 16:27:51 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/all-the-bold-moves-all-the-right-moves-2-read-online-sara-ney Genre: Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Virgin, Young Adult Authors: Sara Ney Series: All The Right Moves Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	(All The Right Moves #2) All the Bold Moves
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Previously published as He Kissed Me First, bestselling author Sara Ney celebrates it’s 7th year in publication with a new title and new covers. If there’s one thing I’m not attracted to, it’s an arrogant, selfish and foul-mouth hockey player. I know what I want; someone who’s good for my body and soul and makes me laugh – and my best friends brother, Matthew Wakefield, gives me none of those things. My goal isn’t to make him fall in love with me. My goal isn’t even to be his friend. But for some reason, I cannot stop crossing paths with Matthew. He gets under my skin…but his voice and laugh makes me tingle at the same time. And even though it makes me melt inside when I find out he’s coaching a juniors hockey team, I still cannot stand the sight of him–I mean, what a jackass. If I refuse to give him anything but sass and sarcasm, it’s only because he deserves it…
Books in Series:	All The Right Moves Series by Sara Ney
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PROLOGUE

CECELIA

“Do you ever wish you could just un-meet someone?” – Me, wishful thinking

* * *

Have you ever had a story to tell… but just couldn’t figure out a good way to start it? That seems to be my life these days: a veritable daily struggle-fest (as my little sister Veronica would say). Absolutely nothing has gone right for me today.

Nothing.

Allow me to tell you about the craptastic morning I first met Matthew Wakefield.

First, I didn’t just climb out of bed with grace. No. I stumbled. Of course, I still had my eye mask on (that’s right haters, I wear an eye mask; it’s not a crime, so get over it). Instead of peeling it off like a normal person, I blindly reached for the table next to my bed so I could balance myself before standing up - and missed by a mile. Smashed into that, managed to knock over the lamp on my desk (the light bulb shattered; thanks for caring) which, incidentally, is halfway across the room.

And really quickly, can I note that at no point during all this loud crashing and banging around did anyone come to check on me (thanks Mom and Dad).

So yeah.

After that little induction to my morning, let’s fast forward a bit; backed my car into my parents recycling bins, had no change for a toll at the state line of Wisconsin and Illinois, and to top it all off – didn’t pass a single McDonald’s.

So it shouldn’t surprise me that:

I am a hot mess. Hair falling out of my top knot, mascara smudges under both my eyes. Bonus! Plus, I just caught a faint whiff of myself, and all I have to say is… Growdy. Mostly sweaty and gross from lugging my damn bags. It really would be tougher to get any grosser than this – unless you count the fact it’s almost a 100% certainty my underwear are on inside out. #ratchet

I hash tagged myself. Deal with it.

I. Am. Starving - and my stomach will not let me forget it. All knotted up and growling, my legs have also decided to start shaking from my plummeting blood sugar level. Wonderful. I’m pretty darn sure if you saw me on the street you’d think I was on crack.

My mom has been text bombing me since I left. Either she thinks I’ve been murdered, or she must have found the lamp… Oops. And the smashed light bulb. Oh well. The lamp was ugly anyway.

Lugging my tote down the long corridor in my apartment building, I fumble for the keys I’ve foolishly placed in my back pocket, and in the process drop my phone, sunglasses, purse and several books I’d been holding on to by a thread.

Great.

Peachy.

Awesome.

The bag slung over my shoulder is so heavy it’s weighing me down, thus creating no real way to bend down and pick up all my crap without also dropping the bag – or at least injuring myself in the process.

This bag is that heavy.

It is actually dragging down the neckline of my plain white tee shirt, which I’m sure looks just fabulous.

Cripes, why had I packed so much for the long weekend? It looks like I’ve packed enough to move back home, when really it’s just a few pair of shoes. Some jeans. Shirts. Underwear. A few bras. More books. Makeup. Curling iron. Um… blow-dryer. Robe? A few DVD’s… Oh. And a water bottle. Workout clothes. I think I tossed my laptop in there. Er, hairspray. Brush, comb (but those hardly take up any space).

Extra tote. Slippers.

Eye mask...

Alright, alright! You get the picture.

I try digging in my back pocket again and wonder what possessed me to wear such tight pants this morning (oh that’s right… they look awesome on me) and end up palming the small wad of twenty dollar bills my mom surreptitiously stuffed into my pocket when I left this morning. Originally, she tried to get my dad to give me the extra cash, but as usual, he had only pulled out one ten dollar bill.

“Roger, that’s not even enough for some snacks at a gas station!” my mom had shouted at my dad from across the driveway.

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