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Bangor Badgers Series by Samantha Whiskey – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Thu, 12 Jun 2025 17:28:59 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Bangor Badgers Series by Samantha Whiskey – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Paxton (Bangor Badgers #3) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.ilovenovels.com/paxton-bangor-badgers-3-read-online-samantha-whiskey Thu, 12 Jun 2025 17:28:59 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/paxton-bangor-badgers-3-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Bangor Badgers Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)

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As a defenseman on the Bangor Badgers, I know all about initiating offensive plays.
I never thought I’d have to go toe-to-toe with a teammate for hurting my best friend.
But when Monroe gets hurt, there’s nothing I won’t do for her.
Including letting her move in with me.

We’ve been friends since we were kids, so living together should be a breeze.
Only problem?

I’ve been in love with her for years and she doesn’t have a clue.

Monroe is my dream girl in every way—smart, compassionate, adventurous. She’s the complete package, but our friendship means way too much to me to risk crossing that line.
But when I ask her to come with me on a vacation to help her escape her problems, the lines we’ve held in place for years start to fade.

Monroe isn’t a serious relationship person, and all I can see is a happily ever after with her.
I’d never pressure her, so I’m happy to take whatever pieces of herself she’s willing to give.

Soon, we discover that our chemistry is as fire as our friendship. The more we get of each other, the more we need, and now there’s definitely no going back.

And if I can’t convince her I’m fine with her terms, then I’ll lose not only my best friend, but the absolute love of my life.

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CHAPTER 1

PAXTON

I'm just about to settle in for the night when my phone buzzes in my pocket.

I shift on the couch, groaning at the idea of Nash, Lawson, or Baylor trying to convince me to come out tonight. They’ve already tried twice.

Not only am I exhausted, I'm just so damn tired of running into Monroe and Liam everywhere we go.

As long as she's happy, it's fine.

I just don't have to subject myself to the torture of it.

I pull out my phone, my heart stuttering in my chest when I see Monroe’s name and picture pop up.

I hesitate, wondering if my friends have roped her into asking me to come out too.

Normally I’d never hesitate to answer her call, but things have been different lately. Strained.

I'd like to blame it on the fact that I don't like Liam—he's a douchebag who somehow convinced her he's a nice guy—but it's more than that.

It's always been more than that.

I swipe to answer the call, knowing damn well I’ll never ignore her.

“Hello?” I answer, clearing my throat.

Loud music blares in the background, and I press my phone harder to my ear like it’ll help me hear better.

“Paxton,” Monroe says my name on a panicked breath.

That quickly, I'm up, shoving my feet into shoes and grabbing my keys.

“Where are you?” I ask, adrenaline flooding my veins as I head out of my house, barely remembering to lock the door on my way out before I’m in my car.

She's crying.

I'm going to fucking kill him if he hurt her.

“He drove me into the city for this festival thing and he left me here,” she says, her tone drenched in tears, her breathing shallow.

“Fuck.” I grip my steering wheel so tight my fingers ache, shifting my phone to speaker and drawing up her location.

We've shared locations since we've had the ability, and I’ve never been so grateful for that as I am right now. My phone’s GPS locks on to her, and I take the route faster than is probably safe.

“I'm on my way,” I say, doing my best to keep the anger I feel out of my tone.

It's all for him, and nothing for her.

Goddamn him, he has no idea what he's just done.

“Monroe,” I say firmly. “I need you to breathe for me, okay? I'm going to stay on the phone with you the whole time. You’re not alone, do you hear me?”

“I hear you,” she says. “I'm trying. But there are so many people here, Pax.” She lets out another panicked little cry. “I don't know anyone here. I'm so sorry I had to call you⁠—”

“Never apologize,” I cut her off. “You need me and I'm there. Always.”

That’s never changed.

I've known Monroe since we were kids, since our families are close friends.

Which is why I know that being abandoned in public places is a huge trigger for her. It causes all variations of panic attacks.

Once, when we were ten and on a vacation in Greece, Monroe got separated from us in the market. It’d been packed. One second, she was there, the next she wasn’t. It took us over two hours to find her, and by the time we got to her, she’d been so traumatized by it that it stuck with her forever.

I’ve never let her out of my sight again when we’re out together.

And this asshole just left her.

“Breathe for me, Monroe,” I say again when I hear her breaths coming in shallow gasps. “Just close your eyes and breathe. Is there a place you can get away from the crowd? A front entrance, a reception desk, anything?”

I'm on the highway now, driving twenty over the speed limit in an attempt to get to her faster.

“There's too many people,” she says, and I can hear her teeth chattering, her body going into full panic mode at being left in a strange, crowded place alone.

I’m going to fucking kill this guy.

“That's okay,” I say, taking the exit that will lead me to her. “I'm two minutes out. You don't have to move. I will find you. I promise.”

“I'm so sorry,” she says again.

My chest cracks at the apology. At the way she always apologizes anytime we've ever been in this situation. Which is a few since that first time.

“You've done nothing wrong,” I say, finding my way onto the patch of land that's working as a parking lot for the festival happening several yards away.

“I did,” she says. “It's my fault. I broke up with him and he left me here. He left me with no way to get out. Get home.”

Rage cuts into me, but I do my best to push that to the side.

I have one focus now and that's getting to her.

“I'm here,” I say, holding the phone to my ear as I pay the person at the gate so I can go through.

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Nash (Bangor Badgers #2) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.ilovenovels.com/nash-bangor-badgers-2-read-online-samantha-whiskey Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:25:01 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/nash-bangor-badgers-2-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Sports Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Bangor Badgers Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)

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As a vet on the Bangor Badgers, I’m no stranger to doing whatever it takes to earn us a win.

One thing I never thought I’d do to help boost ticket sales?

Fake a relationship with our irresistible and sharp-tongued social media manager, Reese Jaynes.

Her dream came true in the form of a viral video, but there’s just one problem…

It’s a lie.

And now millions of viewers think she’s landed the un-landable Badger—me.

When she asks me to keep up the act in order to help give the Badgers the attention they deserve, I can’t possibly say no.

We’re no strangers to fiery debates, but her quick wit and sexy mouth are two things I’ll never be able to resist.

Soon I find myself a little too comfortable playing the role of the doting boyfriend, and the more time I spend with her, the more I realize there’s nothing fake about how well we fit together.

But overnight fame demands a steep price, and when the Badgers’ moral ethics come under fire, I start to wonder where Reese’s heart truly lies?

I’ve never fallen like this before so when things get rocky, I’m the first one to break. And my mistakes might lose me the one thing I never knew I needed—her

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CHAPTER 1

NASH

“Oh, yes you do, Reese’s Pieces,” I respond to her quick dismissal. “I've just been trying to figure out what it is you have against me,” I continue before taking a quick drink. The Queen’s Rum is packed with my Bangor Badger teammates and adoring fans ready to ring in the New Year, but I can’t take my eyes off Reese.

I haven’t been able to since the first day she fired that sharp tongue at me.

“Oh, would you look at that, Lawson's calling me over to him. Bye,” Blakely says, not at all subtle as she bolts from the table.

“You know,” I continue, leaning over the table to make sure Reese is listening. “People usually get to know me before they decide to hate me.”

Reese’s lips part, and I can’t help but focus on them. She has that irresistible, natural pouty lip look that’s my kryptonite, and they’re painted a light pink tonight to match her dress.

“I don’t hate you,” she says.

I smile wider at that. “Then why do you love to give me a hard time every time I see you?”

A small grin shapes her mouth. “Why do you?”

“I just rise to the occasion,” I say, shrugging. “I think if you gave me a chance, you might actually want to be civil around me.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Why do you care how I act around you, Stokehill? I’m not one of them,” she says, motioning to the group of women that have been following me around since I got here.

“I care because we run in the same circles,” I explain, even though it’s only half true. I care because I haven’t been able to get her out of my head for the last couple of months and it’s driving me nuts. “Maybe it’s time we call a truce and behave nicely toward each other.”

Her eyebrows raise. “Nash Stokehill wants to make a friend?” she teases, pushing away from the table. “It is New Year’s Eve,” she continues, looking down at me. “I suppose anything is possible on a night like tonight.”

I swallow hard. Jesus, she’s beautiful. Her long, dark hair is half up, half cascading down her back, and her pink dress hugs her curvy body in all the right places.

“Anything?” I ask, following her across the bar like a freaking dog on a lead.

She glances over her shoulder, confusion flashing in her light-green eyes. “Sure,” she says, moving through the crowd and heading to the back corner where the owner set up a massive snack spread for the night. “Why are you following me?”

“It’s almost midnight,” I say.

“And?” She plucks a strawberry from a platter, biting the tip of it off before chasing a few stray drops of juice with her tongue.

Fuck, I want that tongue in my mouth.

I’ve wanted her since the moment she first snapped at me and ignited a delightful little word war between us any time we’re together. I’m no stranger to the fine line between hate and passion. I know it can be electric, but she doesn’t look at me like she hates me. She looks at me with a need I recognize.

“Shouldn’t you hurry and grab someone you’re interested in kissing to ring in the New Year?”

I lean a little closer as she drops the strawberry stem in a nearby trash can. “I’m looking at who I’m interested in.”

Her eyes flare wide, then she laughs.

I furrow my brow.

“You’re joking,” she says.

“I’m not.”

“We can barely go two seconds without arguing,” she says as the people around us start a countdown.

“I can barely go two seconds without being mesmerized by that mouth of yours,” I counter.

She visibly swallows, her eyes falling to my mouth.

“Nine…eight…seven…”

I step closer, and she doesn’t back away. Instead, she leans into me, nothing but fire in her eyes.

“You think I’ll fall for you from just a kiss, Stokehill?”

“Never,” I say, reaching to cup her delicate face. Fuck, her skin is so smooth beneath my calloused hands. “But you may soften up to me a bit.”

She smiles up at me. “I highly doubt that.”

“Only one way to find out, Reese’s Pieces” I say, cocking a brow at her in question.

“Four…three…two…”

She reaches up on her tiptoes—even in heels she’s so much shorter than me—and bridges the distance between us.

I don’t hear the countdown finish.

I barely hear the cheers and claps that announce the New Year.

I can only feel.

Reese’s mouth fits perfectly against mine, and she tastes like strawberries as she parts her lips for me, letting me slide in. I shift us, drawing her flush against me as I take control of the kiss. I flick my tongue against hers, teasing and exploring, relishing the little hitch in her breath when I do it.

Fuck, my blood is on fire. She kisses just like she speaks to me—a combination that lands somewhere between feisty and angry, and it’s hot as hell.

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Lawson (Bangor Badgers #1) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.ilovenovels.com/lawson-bangor-badgers-1-read-online-samantha-whiskey Thu, 19 Dec 2024 11:51:24 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/lawson-bangor-badgers-1-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Sports Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Bangor Badgers Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)

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I’ve just been drafted onto the one NHL franchise that never should’ve the Bangor Badgers.

The team is on the cusp of failure and the only thing lower than their number of wins last season is their ticket sales. But thanks to me, that’s all about to change. Nothing will stand in my way of turning us into a winning team…

Until a stranger who gives me the hottest kiss of my life turns out to be my new skate coach.

Blakely Wren is gorgeous, funny, and brilliant on the ice. Her figure skating days have made her a perfect asset for the Badgers, and her take-no-prisoners attitude has me signing up for more lessons than necessary.

Things heat up between us the more time we spend on the ice, and soon it’s not just the Stanley Cup I want to win this season—it’s her heart.

Only problem?
She’s completely off-limits and has a toxic past that’s made her wary of all things relationship. She’s hiding something too, and her secret is big enough to put both our jobs on the line.

And in the end, I’ll have to choose—the girl of my dreams or the career I’ve worked my entire life for.

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CHAPTER 1

LAWSON

“To me,” I say, holding up my glass filled with the bar’s signature rum cocktail. It’ll be the only alcohol I’ll allow myself tonight. “Because I'll be the one leading us to victory this season. You’re welcome.”

I glance over the array of faces looking at me in disbelief. There’s a decent mixture of newly acquired players—myself included—and Bangor Badgers veterans.

We crowd one of Bangor’s oldest and most popular bars, The Queen’s Rum. The local hotspot is nestled in a historical brick building perched along the Penobscot river, not two miles from the town’s beloved statue of Paul Bunyan. I’ve only lived here a little over a week, just after I got drafted, but I'd be lying if I said the statue didn't freak me out. I blame that terror on Stephen King.

“You really think you’ll be the one to break our losing streak?” Nash Stokehill asks. He’s one of the Badgers’ veterans.

“They drafted me first, didn’t they? Couldn’t resist my college stats, which include eleven goals and thirty-nine assists just last season, pushing me toward playmaker of the year, in case any of you didn’t Google me.”

“Stats don’t mean everything,” Nash fires back. “And neither does vying for having the biggest dick in the locker room.” He rolls his eyes, looking like he’ll say more, but two beautiful brunettes walk past our group, making their way to the indoor miniature golf course set up across the bar, and his entire demeanor changes. He flashes the women a smile and a wink, making them giggle.

Huh, guess the rumors about Stokehill being a legendary fuckboy are true. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but my focus is on winning this season.

“For those of you like me who are new this season,” I continue while I still have the attention of most of the team. “I get where you’re at. We were drafted onto the worst NHL team in the league, and most of us would accept a trade deal to just about any other team in a nanosecond, but that changes now. I don’t know what’s been happening the last few years, but I’m ready to bring in some wins. It’s what I’m used to. So each and every one of you better bring your A game. I’ll be damned if my talent is wasted.”

Several of the new recruits nod and voice their agreement. They all have a hunger in their eyes that matches mine, but a low, gruff laugh sounds to my right, and I cock an eyebrow that direction.

“Already talking like you're the fucking captain when you're not.” Clay Kiplin—the Bangor Badgers’ resident asshole—flashes me a glare that’s enough to make me stand up a little straighter and hope to fuck he doesn't notice.

He is the Badgers’ captain, and I respect that.

But he's been captaining a losing team.

I'm not saying it all falls on him, but I won't know what the fuck is wrong with this team until I get on the ice with them.

“We've had plenty of cocky little shits stumble onto the ice and say they're the key to turning this team around. Seen lots of cocky little shits get traded too. Maybe save your bravado for practice tomorrow.”

“Can you even really call it practice?” I fire back.

We'd all been summoned to Bangor, Maine, weeks ahead of the regular practice schedule. The new owner made it mandatory that we attend a little impromptu training camp before actual practice starts in anticipation for pre-season. The e-mail mentioned something about a new skating coach and drills the owner wants us to master.

“Yeah, I can,” Clay says. He sits rigid in his chair, his back pressed against a wooden pillar, his drink untouched on the little table before him.

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