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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)

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How far would you go to save the one you love?

Brantley
Once upon a time, I tried to drown myself at the bottom of a bottle and didn't care who it hurt.
I haven't been that guy in years, but no one believes me.
Especially not since my father was killed in front of his assistant.
Everyone thinks his dealers were after me, and I let them believe it.
What do I have to lose, right?
Turns out…everything.
Because the moment Isla Sterling walks into my life, the past no longer matters. Only she does.
After everything I've done, I know I'm not good enough for her.
She wants the truth about what happened, and I want to give it to her.
I just didn't expect it to go down like this…

Isla
I thought having a mom in prison was the hardest thing I'd ever face.
And then, my dad shipped my twin off to Texas after she witnessed a murder.
Now, I'm alone for the first time in my life.
I should let it go and let the cops do their job, but I can't.
I need to know the truth about what happened.
I just didn't expect Brantley Hill.
Everyone says he's responsible…but I don't believe it.
Falling for him is the worst possible thing I could do.
I do it anyway.
Right up until everything unravels, and I'm forced to choose.
Can I really build a future with a man who has a past as broken as his?

Save Me is a dark and steamy billionaire romance featuring a tortured hero, a strong, curvy heroine, and dark secrets.

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Chapter One

Brantley

"You have a visitor."

I flick my gaze up from the newspaper stretched across my executive desk to scowl at Daniel Tipton, the asshole in a cowboy hat who claims he's my assistant.

He's been saying the same damn thing for the last four years. But let's face it, the man belongs at a record company less than I do. And this is the last place I should be.

But I just inherited the damn thing, so I'm stuck. I don't know what his excuse is, but he's shit at the job. Apparently, I'm shit at firing him, too. I've done it at least half a dozen times. And yet, here he remains.

"I don't have a meeting on my schedule," I growl. Wouldn't be the first time he conveniently forgot to add a meeting to the thing. Like I said, he belongs here less than I do. I think his only joy in life is torturing me.

Sobriety sponsor, my ass.

"Oh, I'm aware." His lips twitch, one dark brow arched in amusement. The early morning sunlight filtering in through the windows sends rays spilling across the lower half of his face, though the brim of his cowboy hat leaves his hazel eyes lurking in shadow. "That's why I didn't say you have a fuckin' meeting. I said you have a visitor. And judgin' by the looks of her, this girl hasn't had a meetin' a day in her life."

Jesus Christ.

I lean back in my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose. I don't have the patience for bullshit today. Thanks to the newspaper stretched across my desk, I'm not in the mood for much of anything, as a matter of fact.

Yet again, my father's murder is front page news. Which means, yet again, my name is spreading across this city like wildfire. Half the state thinks I'm the reason he's dead. The other half thinks he's the greatest goddamn thing since sliced bread.

It's all bullshit. Every bit of it.

But I can't very well tell them that.

No one would believe me even if I did.

To the world, Bellamy Hill was the next thing to a saint. His son, on the other hand? Well, as far as the world is concerned, only one of the Hill men is destined for heaven, and it ain't me.

Ironic doesn't even begin to cover it.

If either of us is headed for hell, it's that bastard. Doesn't matter how much money he poured into charities when the spotlight was on him. Behind closed doors, he was a monster who got off on getting high and terrorizing his wife and traumatizing his son.

He was too smart to leave bruises anyone would see on my mother. Those, he left in places that could be carefully concealed. Hell, most of the scars he left me with were the kind that didn't leave marks at all. They cut a helluva lot deeper.

I spent years trying to forget them at the bottom of a bottle. All I got for it was the reputation he managed to evade and a sobriety sponsor who calls himself my assistant.

To people in this town, I'm the fuck up. My father is the legend. I'm the one who should have died in that parking garage. He's the one who didn't deserve it.

It's all I've heard since his dealers finally caught up to him. And I'm the idiot who continues to let them think it.

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Broken Strings (Bad Boys of Music Row #3) Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.ilovenovels.com/broken-strings-bad-boys-of-music-row-3-read-online-nichole-rose Fri, 06 Dec 2024 20:23:39 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/broken-strings-bad-boys-of-music-row-3-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella Authors: Nichole Rose Series: Bad Boys of Music Row Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)

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He promised her forever...and then he disappeared. But he doesn't even remember what happened.

Priest
Waking up in a hospital with no memories will change a man.
I rebuilt my life from the ashes, but I've got a crater where my heart should be, and I don't know why.
I just know something is missing.
I never expected to find her at one of my shows.
And I never expected a lifetime of memories to come rushing back.
She thinks I left her behind when she needed me most.
Hell itself wouldn't have torn me from her arms if I'd known she was pregnant...
But how do you convince someone of the truth when you don't even know it?
If I don't find a way, I'm going to lose her all over again.

Mina
I was loyal to a ghost for years while raising our daughter.
Only to find out my ghost was alive and well all along.
I wish I'd never seen him on that stupid stage.
Because now, I have more questions than answers.
I want to hate him, yet I'm dangerously close to giving him my heart again.
But if he's telling the truth, someone did this to us, and I need to know who.
And if he isn't? Well, we survived losing him once.
Am I really strong enough to do it all over again?

In Nashville, the only thing hotter than the music is the bad boys who make it. And on Music Row, they're legendary. Everyone knows their names and the kind of hell they like to raise. But no one knows their stories—until now. With their hearts on the line and their futures at stake, the most successful men in country music will drop to their knees and bare it all for the curvy women meant for them in this steamy contemporary series.

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Prologue

Priest

"Baby," I whisper, my heart aching at the sight of my wife curled up on the cold bathroom floor, her face pale. I immediately drop to my knees beside her, scooping her curvy body up into my arms.

"Grayson," she complains, pushing weakly against my chest. "Don't. I might infect you."

"Don't give a fuck." I brush strands of fiery red hair away from her face. My lips graze her forehead. It's cool to the touch. I don't think she's feverish. "Infect away. I'm not leaving you on the bathroom floor while you're throwing up."

"You have a plane to catch."

My stomach twists at the reminder. Fucking hell.

"I'll cancel." There's no way I can fly to Mexico while she's here alone, sick. I'll just worry the entire fucking time I'm gone. I'm not sure if she realizes it yet, but she's late. This may be a little bit more than a virus. I don't want to get her hopes up in case I'm wrong again, but fuck. I hope I'm not wrong.

Besides, her dad already hates me. It's not like missing a show will make matters worse between the two of us. I doubt there's much of anything capable of accomplishing that at this point.

Two years ago, I was Lionel Cordova's golden boy. He heard me playing my guitar outside his law office and saw a fucking star. He was willing to give me the world in exchange for watching over his daughter…right up until his daughter became the center of my world.

But fuck. I never stood a chance against her.

She's full of fire, burning as hot as the goddamn sun. No one tells her what to do. No one holds her back. She's a force of nature, her own little hurricane. As soon as she marched into my room, demanding to know who I was and why I was living with them, it was all over. And the minute she told me there wasn't a chance in hell she was going to let me follow her around like some guard dog, my cock was hard.

For most of my life, girls like her avoided me. I grew up rough, bouncing from group home to group home when I wasn't fending for myself on the streets. I look the part—with long, dirty blond hair, hard gray eyes, and tattoos. She's a pretty little princess who had a silver spoon in her mouth the moment she was born.

I had no business in her world, no business wanting to make her my own. And yet…that's exactly what the fuck happened.

I tried like hell to keep a safe distance while meeting the terms of my agreement with Lionel, but safe isn't in Mina's vocabulary. When I wasn't working with Lionel, we were together.

By the end of the first month, she was sneaking into my room at night to hang out. By the end of the second, I was pinning her to every flat surface we came across.

Somehow, we made it a full six months before her dad found out about the two of us. When he kicked me out, she packed her shit, too; she said she goes where I go. We got a shithole of an apartment together.

The six months we spent making a home of it were the best fucking months of my life. We didn't have much, but goddamn. Who needs it when you've got Mina? I look at her, and my heart feels like it's beating out of my chest to get to her. I touch her, and my entire body lights up, sparking like crazy.

I don't believe in fairytales. But Mina? Well, I believe in her. And she had me convinced happily-ever-after existed. That we'd found it. Right up until Lionel showed up again four months ago.

Guess he found out I put a ring on her finger and made her my wife.

He's mad as hell about it, but he wants his daughter in his life, so he's tolerating me. Said he isn't going to let her slum it in some shitty apartment for the rest of her life, so I'm back in. I've spent the last four months playing guitar for a new band his law firm represents since their guitarist was arrested on drug charges.

The details don't matter. The point is that sending me out with them is his way of keeping me away from Mina as often as possible. Most of their shows are out of town. Half of them are in Mexico. I'm biting my tongue and playing his game for now. But he isn't going to break us apart. This shit between us can't be broken.

Mina is part of my soul, embedded so deeply inside me that nothing will ever get her out again. And it's the same damn way for her. We tried to fight it. We both knew he'd lose his goddamn mind about us together. But it was a losing battle from the word go. She was meant to be mine, and there's nothing I'm not willing to risk to keep her.

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Sweet Conviction (Bad Boys of Music Row #2) Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.ilovenovels.com/sweet-conviction-bad-boys-of-music-row-2-read-online-nichole-rose Mon, 21 Oct 2024 11:27:36 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/sweet-conviction-bad-boys-of-music-row-2-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Insta-Love, Virgin Authors: Nichole Rose Series: Bad Boys of Music Row Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)

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He wasn't supposed to fall for the woman he was forced to marry. Now, he'll do whatever it takes to claim her, body and soul.

Dalton Grady
I lost my family when I was thirteen.
I decided then that marriage and kids weren't in the cards for me.
My grandfather has other ideas—marriage to a woman I've never met.
I swear I won't do it…right up until I meet her.
Tempest is everything I never knew I needed—sweet, fiery, and mine.
She thinks I only want her company. She couldn't be more wrong.
But how do you give your heart to someone who already stole every piece of it?
I don't know, but I need to figure it out.
Because the only thing more terrifying than loving her…is losing her.

Tempest Evernight
My father always made it clear that marriage was a business arrangement.
If I wanted the family company, I'd bow to his wishes.
But that was before I knew my future husband was Dalton Grady.
I didn't mean to fall for the gorgeous billionaire, but I did anyway.
I just never imagined that he'd see marriage as a prison.
I won't tie myself to a man who can't love me back.
Or so I tell myself…right up until I say I do.
But I never expected loving him to be this complicated…

Sweet Conviction is a spicy contemporary romance featuring a burn-the-world virgin billionaire, a strong, curvy heroine, and a dash of family drama. No cheating.

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Prologue

Dalton

Iburst through the double doors of my grandfather's home office, a sheaf of papers clenched in my fist. My heart pounds, fury coursing through my veins.

The old man lifts his gray head from the computer screen situated front and center on his massive desk, weariness flickering in his hazel eyes. He may look exhausted, but I know better than to buy the act. Nearly seventy or not, Denver Grady is a shark through and through.

The fucking papers in my hands prove it.

"What the fuck is this, old man?" I growl, slamming them down on his desk. The slap of my palm against the polished wood echoes in the massive room.

His flinty gaze flickers over the crumpled contract before meeting mine. "Little hard to read with it all crumpled up, but I believe that's the contract for the company handoff, kid."

Kid. I haven't been a fucking kid in years. Not since my parents' plane went down, killing them, my aunt and uncle, and everyone else on board when I was thirteen. I'm thirty-four goddamn years old, one of the most successful men in Nashville.

The old man doesn't give a shit. He's still trying to pull my strings, just like always. He's hell-bent on making me and Lena, my baby cousin, dance to his tune.

Well, fuck that noise. Not this time.

"You know what I'm talking about, old man," I growl, jabbing a finger at the papers. "Clause Seven."

My grandfather arches a dark brow, his expression level. "What about it?"

Is he fucking serious right now? I'm so pissed I can barely see straight, and he acts like the clause is just standard operating procedure. Bullshit.

"Majority interest in Grady Records shall not pass to Dalton James Grady prior to his marriage to Tempest Evernight," I recite through clenched teeth, the words seared into my brain. "Further, should this marriage not come to fruition, the majority interest in Evernight Music Group shall not pass to Tempest Evernight. A dissolution of the marriage before one year will result in the immediate nullification of this contract."

My blood boils in my veins as I finish. But the old man just looks at me, amusement glinting in his eyes. Like this is all some big fucking joke.

"I know what's in the clause, boy," he says, leaning back in his chair, cool and composed. The leather creaks beneath him. "I drafted the damn thing myself."

Of course he did. He probably laughed his ass off while he was at it, too.

I slam my hand down on his desk, rattling his pretentious gold pen holder and knocking over the framed photo of my parents he's kept there for as long as I can remember.

"You think you're funny?" I roar, my voice shaking with fury. "I've been in charge of this goddamn company for the last five years while you've holed up here at home or out on the fucking golf course. Now, months before the official handoff, you want to pull this shit?"

He doesn't even flinch. He just hits me with that steely gaze of his. "I'm not pulling anything, Dalton. If you're going to be fully responsible for the company, this is how you begin."

"By marrying someone I don't fucking know?" I growl, my hands curling into fists at my sides.

My entire life, I've been grateful to this man. Even when he was a stubborn pain in my fucking ass, I felt gratitude. After my parents died, he took me in. Took in Lena, too. He raised us right here in this house, gave us everything we could ever want. He may have buried himself in work instead of dealing with the loss of my mother and Lena's father, but he tried like hell to ensure we had everything we needed. I didn't fucking deserve it, but he did it anyway.

Because of him, I didn't spend my teen years in foster care completely alone. More importantly, neither did Lena. My cousin is the only person I've ever been close with, the only one I've ever let into my heart. She's like a sister to me—the only goddamn thing that's kept me sane most days. And she wasn't built for foster care. She needed family and love. Without it, she would have suffered immensely.

But for the first time since the accident, I don't feel gratitude for the man sitting across from me for taking us in and making this place a home. I want to reach across his expensive antique desk and choke the life out of him.

"No. By merging the Grady and Evernight dynasties, boy," he snaps, fire in his eyes. "We'll be the biggest force in the music industry."

"They're a pop label. Our specialty is country music," I scoff, like he doesn't fucking know. He helped make Grady Records what it is. Long before I was born, he and his father turned it into the most well-known label in this city. I've spent years building on that foundation, turning the company into a powerhouse beyond reckoning.

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Memphis Bound (Bad Boys of Music Row #1) Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.ilovenovels.com/memphis-bound-bad-boys-of-music-row-1-read-online-nichole-rose Mon, 23 Sep 2024 09:21:25 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/memphis-bound-bad-boys-of-music-row-1-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Nichole Rose Series: Bad Boys of Music Row Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)

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Drummer, biker, bar owner, troublemaker… He'll tear it all down for a future with his best friend's curvy baby sister.

Memphis
Everyone screams my name while I rock stages with some of the biggest names in country music.
But once upon a time, I was a different man.
I built this life on the bones of my past.
I don't regret what I've done, and I don't revisit it.
Until Kylie walks into my bar with a sassy attitude, a book in her hands, and the devil in her eyes.
The things I want to do to her would make grown men blush.
But she's keeping secrets. I intend to keep her.
I just didn't expect my past to come back to haunt me.
And I didn't expect to find out that she's tied to it, either.
To save her, I'll do whatever it takes.
But make no mistakes about she will be mine.

Kylie
Everyone in the world knows Memphis Hughes.
But they don't know the same man I do.
I came here for the truth about his past. Instead, I find more questions.
Because this Memphis is not the dangerous man I expected to find.
He doesn't remember me, but I'll never forget him and what he did.
I never meant to fall for him, but there's just something about the wicked man that I can't resist.
That cocky smirk is deadly. And don't get me started on those sinful hands.
The only problem? I'm not sure which Memphis is the one who says he'd die for me…or the one who got my brother killed.

Memphis Bound is a steamy contemporary romance featuring a bold, hell-raising hero and his best friend's curvy baby sister. No cheating.

In Nashville, the only thing hotter than the music is the bad boys who make it. And on Music Row, they're legendary. Everyone knows their names and the kind of hell they like to raise. But no one knows their stories—until now. With their hearts on the line and their futures at stake, the most successful men in country music will drop to their knees and bare it all for the curvy women meant for them in this steamy contemporary series.

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Chapter One

Memphis

If hell is real, I'm headed there. I made my peace with that fact a long time ago. At least, I thought I had. The girl reading her book in the back of my bar, however, is giving me second thoughts. Because she's tempting as hell, and I'm not feeling particularly peaceful about it at all.

It's the third time this week she's curled up in a booth with her head stuck in her book and a Coke bottle sitting untouched in front of her. Same fucking book every time. Same booth.

Same wicked curves that make my dick throb. There's nothing small about the girl, and I fuckin' love it. She's thick everywhere, from her waist to her hips to her gorgeous ass and thighs.

"Jessup." I wait for my bartender to look at me and then motion him over with a jerk of my head.

"What's up, Memphis?"

"The girl in back."

He follows my gaze.

The bar is packed with people, pulsing with life and energy. The dim lights and neon signs create a hazy atmosphere, casting shadows over the throngs of bodies. Couples grind together in the center of the dance floor, their bodies contorting and moving to the beat. Bikers leer at the waitresses wandering around topless, taking orders and flirting.

They're here every night, pouring money into my coffers while they drink and play pool or flirt with my waitresses.

Fitting that this place is one of the last refuges for MCs in downtown Nashville given that I was deep in one in another life. That was a long fucking time ago—before the fame and fortune. But the night still recognizes one of its own. I built this fucking place for men like me—a debt I needed to pay.

Jessup's gaze lands on the girl in question, the one who sticks out like a sore thumb. The one I can't tear my fucking eyes away from.

"Who is she?"

"Don't know." He runs a hand down his chin, stroking his beard. His eyes are fixated on her. He's staring too fucking hard, but she's so engrossed in her book, she doesn't notice. I doubt she'd notice if the place burned to ash around her. "Showed up a few days ago. Said she's new to town."

"That's all you've got on her?" I arch a brow, surprised. Jessup isn't much to look at, his scarred face detailing the rough life he's lived. With a hooked nose, a crooked smile, and an unruly mop of brown hair that falls into his eyes, he looks more like the bikers he serves than a bartender. But the motherfucker could charm the devil into giving up his throne if he put his mind to it.

The sole reason he runs this place is because people like to talk, and he loves to listen. He knows if shit is going to pop off well before anyone else. Leaving him in charge makes keeping the bloodshed to a minimum a whole helluva lot easier around here.

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