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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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PROLOGUE

Dean

Twenty years ago…

“But, Dean! We need you!”

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

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

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

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

No. That need is only for Kenni.

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

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

I’m a fool, for sure.

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

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

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

Fuck me.

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

Just my plan…not.

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

“You can kick rocks, motherfucker.”

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

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

Fucking great.

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

These girls are going to be the death of me.

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

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

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I never thought I’d see her again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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CHAPTER

ONE

Fable

“I just can’t do this anymore!”

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

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

Nope, my blanket is keeping me safe.

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

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

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

He wants me to fight.

But I won’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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