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Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Deity (Boys of Winter #4)
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Betrayal cuts deeper than any knife stabbed through your back. It slices through you and makes you wish for the sweet demise of a bullet shot straight out of Carver’s gun. I trusted them. King, Cruz, Grayson and Carver were not only the Kings of Ravenwood Heights, but the kings of my heart and now … they’re my executioners. They took away everything I had. They stole my heart, and made me believe in love. I should have trusted my gut. They gave me hope and I was a fool who followed them blindly. Never again. I may have nothing left and not a damn soul in my corner, but I’m not nearly through. I. Am. Dynasty. I am my parents’ legacy and I won’t stop until I’ve taken back what’s rightfully mine. Watch out, boys. You’ve crossed the wrong bitch. I’m coming for you, and this time, I won’t back down. This time—I’m fighting until the end. ***Boys of Winter is a Dark, Enemies to Lovers, Reverse Harem Romance. It contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, and coarse language.
Books in Series:	Boys of Winter Series by Sheridan Anne
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CHAPTER 1

The bright halo of flames behind me stretches my shadow across the hard ground, distorting it against the trees and elongating it, morphing it into something girls like me only see in nightmares. But when it comes to girls like me, there’s no such thing as nightmares—only the harsh reality otherwise known as life.

My feet pound against the hard earth, pushing me further away from the flaming cabin behind me, a cabin that not thirty seconds ago was supposed to be my salvation. It was supposed to keep me safe, keep me alive and away from the evil in this world. Only now, it’s in a million broken pieces, just as fractured and broken as the devastated remains of my heart.

Sharp pants tear through my lungs as I focus on nothing but running, desperate to get away. My rapid pulse thumps loudly in my ears, getting faster and faster by the second. I match my strides to its sound, forcing myself on as I fly through the woods, launching myself over fallen branches and cutting up my arms and face from the sharp bushes around me. But nothing matters now, only that I get away.

I can’t … I don’t understand how this is happening. I’m so fucking confused. Why? Why would they do this? How could they do this? One second, I was searching through the cabin trying to figure out the best room to blow their minds, and the next, I’m bolting through the woods, my skin burned, bloodied, and bruised.

How could they betray me like that?

I trusted them.

This isn’t right. I thought they loved me, but all this time, it’s just been a game to them. They led me to believe that I was their world. They spun an intricate, complex web around me, and I fell straight into it, handing over my fragile heart on a silver platter.

I’m so fucking stupid.

I should have known life was never supposed to be that good for me. From the day I was born, the world has been plotting against me. Every single person who has entered my life has proved untrustworthy. I thought Ember was the final nail in my coffin. I should have known.

In this world, there’s always room for another betrayal. People say not to kick someone when they’re down, but Dynasty doesn’t give a shit about ethics and morals. If you’re down, they’re going to stand by and demand you dig your own fucking grave, and only then will they push you headfirst into it, making sure you stay down for good.

I bet the boys are halfway back to Ravenwood Heights already, laughing about the way they took that dagger and slammed it straight through my broken heart and tore me to shreds. I bet they love just how easily they were able to fool me.

The only ray of sunshine in my world is the knowledge that Cruz’s guilty conscience is probably eating him alive, but the darkness in his eyes before he closed that goddamn door … was any of it real? Did I even know them at all?

They told me they loved me. They said they’d do anything to protect me and keep me safe, and time and time again, they proved that to be true, but here I am, my feet pounding against the uneven ground, branches cutting up my skin as I frantically run, desperate to get away.

I was such a fool to believe them.

How many times did they warn me not to trust anyone in this twisted world? How was I to know that they were talking about themselves?

FUCK.

I push myself faster, my hands covering my face, protecting it from the sharp twigs and branches sticking out at every angle. My wrists and forearms are cut up and bleeding while my leather pants are doing a poor as fuck job of protecting my legs.

Why the fuck did I have to wear heeled fucking boots tonight? My old ripped-up Queen shirt is twisted around my body, now showing a shitload more than just a little side boob, and fuck, what I wouldn’t give for a goddamn bra right now … or my fucking phone that sits safely in Cruz’s pocket. I bet that was part of their sick little plan all along—make sure that I don’t have anywhere to go, no one to trust, and no way to call for help.

I’m fucking screwed.

The flames roar from the cabin and I look back over my shoulder, watching how the bright halo spreads out through the woods, but that halo doesn’t reach me anymore. It’s just me, alone in the thickening woods, lost and bloodied. I can barely see two feet in front of me as every step takes me deeper into the darkness.

My heart continues to hammer and the tears flow down my cheeks, staining my dirty skin and mixing with the soot from the explosion.

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Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.ilovenovels.com/deviant-boys-of-winter-3-read-online-sheridan-anne Sun, 16 May 2021 14:29:10 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/deviant-boys-of-winter-3-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Contemporary, Romance Authors: Sheridan Anne Series: Boys of Winter Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)

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Death is cruel. It’s unforgiving and brutal. It robbed me of the life I wanted to live and stole what little hope I had for the future. I was supposed to be something great. I was supposed to have it all … But a single bullet changed everything. I always thought I'd go down fighting, but instead, I faded away while watching the overwhelming guilt tear through Carver faster than his bullet tore through me. Like I said—death is cruel. King. Cruz. Grayson. Carver. How am I supposed to leave this world knowing what mess I’ll be leaving behind? There’s a war brewing, and this time, it’s personal. I can’t die. Not yet. Luckily, a bitch like me doesn’t stay down for long. ****Boys of Winter is a Dark, Enemies to Lovers, Reverse Harem Romance. It contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, and coarse language.
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CHAPTER 1

Howling tears through the silence as pressure slams down over my waist.

Familiar hands pull at me, tearing at my clothes, slipping under my head, and wrapping tightly around me as bodies fly into my side. The boys’ knees press into my ribs, my shoulders, my thighs, getting as close as possible and jostling me around.

The howling continues.

My eyes flutter open and everything is blurry, but before I can make out the shapes before me, it all goes dark again.

“WINTER. FUCK. Baby, open your eyes.”

King? Cruz? Maybe it was Grayson. I don’t know. I’m too tired. Too sore.

“GET THAT FUCKING DOG OUT OF HERE.”

The voice inside my head is telling me to scream as the sharp burning tears through me, spreading and throbbing until I can’t remember my own damn name.

“Winter. Open your goddamn eyes.” The voice comes out in a strangled, pissed-off demand that’s filled with pain and emotion, and just like that, I know it’s King. His voice comes from above my head, and his arms are wrapped tightly around me, distracting me from the burning pain shooting through my abdomen.

My body feels heavy and just the thought of trying to get up is exhausting. I just want to sleep. Why won’t they let me sleep?

“Winter, I swear to fucking God, if you don’t open your eyes right fucking now, you and I are going to have problems.”

A heavy groan pulls from deep within me, but I have no idea if they can even hear me. All I know is that if King keeps yelling at me to open my damn eyes, I’m going to stab him with a fork right through his dick.

A hand presses against my thigh, squeezing tight. “Come on, Winter. You can’t pass out yet. Just stay with us until we can get you to the hospital,” Cruz murmurs to my right, the panic in his tone almost enough to shatter every little piece of me. “I swear, once you’re there, I’ll even knock you out myself if you want.”

My head lolls in King’s hand and a pained breath slips from between my lips. “Stop being so dramatic,” I tell them, my voice coming out in a shaky whisper as a bark sounds right beside my face. “I’m fine.”

I hear a scoff from my left, and without needing to look up, I know it’s Grayson. Before I can berate him for his balls of steel to scoff at me while I’m mid bleeding out, he presses harder against my wound and my eyes finally find the strength to fly open. Though they don’t just fly open, they bulge right out of my fucking head. “HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK. THAT HURTS,” I yell as I thrash under the boys’ hold. The agony is so much more than I can bear. “GO SUCK A GIANT DICK, YOU FUCKING TWATBURGER. IT HURTS. STOP. PLEASE STOP.”

My screams quickly turn into heaving sobs as the pain becomes all too much. Too intense ... too threatening. “I have to put pressure on it,” Grayson tells me in his no-bullshit tone, though his distress is coming through loud and clear. He doesn’t want to hurt me any more than necessary, but he’s going to fucking do it if it means saving my stupid ass, no matter what it costs himself to do it. “You’re not bleeding out on me today.”

Cruz and King hold me tight, keeping me still as I try to fight against them, but my energy is quickly wearing thin. I feel the darkness coming back and it scares the shit out of me. “No,” I cry. “Stop. It hurts.”

“Man the fuck up, Ellie,” Grayson tells me, his tone both deeper and darker. “I’d prefer you screaming and hating me than lying dead in your parents’ garage. What would your father say if you just gave up? You’re fighting this whether you want to or not.”

My gaze swivels to find Grayson’s determined stare as the tears fall from my eyes. He’s right. I have to fight this. I never got a chance to know my father, but from what I’ve learned, he’d be pretty fucking pissed if I gave up and let them win.

Dynasty is mine and they’ll never take it from me. Fuck, I don’t even care that I want nothing to do with it, but I’ll do everything it takes to make sure Dynasty doesn’t fall into the hands of the people who would use it to destroy everything good in the world. My grandfather had a vision in mind when he founded Dynasty, and over the years, that vision has turned to shit. I’d sell my fucking soul just to make it what it once was, and I’d do it with a fucking smile on my face if it means ridding Dynasty of fuckfaces like my mother, Preston Scardoni, and every asshole who stands against me.

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Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.ilovenovels.com/damaged-boys-of-winter-2-read-online-sheridan-anne Sun, 07 Mar 2021 09:05:36 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/damaged-boys-of-winter-2-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Dark, Romance Authors: Sheridan Anne Series: Boys of Winter Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 131926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)

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Play with fire; you’ll get burned. Play with me; I’ll get even. Dynasty came roaring into my life, bringing four of the most incredibly delicious men I’ve ever laid my eyes on, but along with it came a life that I was never expecting. This world is filled with corruption. There are secrets and lies around every corner. My parents were murdered by the very men who vowed their loyalty, and now those same men are after me and will stop at nothing. But the tables have turned. Dynasty is all mine and I’m going to burn this f*cker down. Forgive me, father, for I am about to sin.
Books in Series:	Boys of Winter Series by Sheridan Anne
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CHAPTER 1

His big hand curls around my throat as his eyes spit venom, the power in his hold like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I try to scream, but Carver’s lethal stare holds me captive, and I find myself holding back, unable to look away from the horror and betrayal within his eyes.

They burn, pulsing with fury, daring me to try and get away as my nails claw at his strong hand. I’m lifted off the ground, and my feet dangle below, the black silk of my gown barely grazing the marbled tiles. “An eye for an eye,” I tell him as I’m quickly running out of oxygen. “Let me go. I had to do it.”

It’s as though he doesn’t hear me as he continues to stare, his gaze saying everything he needs to say—he fucking hates me. I betrayed him, just as they’ve done to me time and time again.

I killed his father, just as his father had killed mine.

I had no choice. I had to do it, and I’d do it again a million times over.

My heart races, my oxygen quickly dwindling as my throat begins to burn and bruise under his wicked hold. I need to breathe. He’ll never let me go. Carver is all about the win, all about what’s right, and he’s too fucking stubborn to give in now. To him all that exists is black and white, there is no grey area, no in-between.

“Carver,” I gasp, feeling light-headed as the gasps and horror continue around us. “I … I … can’t breathe.”

His lethal stare doesn’t waver. He’s going to kill me.

The music dies, and the screams instantly echo around the room. Every eye is on us and the dead body lying at Carver’s feet, the pool of blood slowly seeping across the dance floor.

A body rushes into Carver’s side, and like lightning, a loaded, brutal punch flies straight at his face. There’s a loud grunt before Carver goes flying back, releasing his hold on my neck.

My body crashes to the ground as I suck in a deep breath, my throat throbbing from his bruising grip. My hip drops to the hard dance floor as my torso falls forward into the spilled blood. My hand lands just by the intricate dagger I used to end his pathetic existence.

I wince in pain, knowing that come morning, my body will be covered with deep bruising, but the boys move in front of me, not giving me even the smallest second to assess the damage.

King’s strong grip curls around my upper arm and he yanks me to my feet. The blood runs from my body and I hold back a gag as King keeps his hands on me, holding me still for a few long seconds as my head spins from the lack of oxygen. He refuses to meet my stare as he throws his large body in front of mine, holding me close to his back, making me invisible behind him.

I grip onto his strong arm and peer around him, watching as Grayson throws another punch at Carver, sending him sprawling back onto the marble tiles. I suck in a breath, my eyes wide as Grayson comes down over him, delivering punch after punch as Carver desperately fights back, demanding to get to me.

What the hell is going on? Why is Grayson the one defending my honor? This is the kind of shit I expect from Cruz or King, but Grayson? Why does he even care?

People rush in from all sides, shouts, and gasps coming from every corner of the room as Cruz comes storming in. His eyes quickly scan over me before he flies at Grayson. Cruz grabs him by the back of his suit jacket, and in an incredible show of strength, tears him away from Carver.

Without Grayson’s weight pinning him down, Carver flies back to his feet, storming for me again. He shoves his hand hard against Cruz’s chest and forces him back a few steps, his stare fixed solely on mine.

He reaches King, but he won’t dare move, keeping me protected from the raging heir in front of us. Carver grabs King by the front of his shirt and pulls him in, ready to toss him aside. “MOVE,” he roars.

King pushes against his hold, forcing him back just as Carver had done to Cruz. “You’ll have to fucking kill me to get to her.”

Fury burns in Carver’s eyes. There’s no way in hell that he’d follow through on a challenge like that, but he’ll sure as hell knock him the fuck out if he has to.

I see the exact second Carver decides that nothing will stop him from getting to me, and judging by the way King’s body tenses against mine, he sees it too.

Just as Carver goes to make his move, Cruz and Grayson storm into his sides, grabbing each of his arms and holding him back. Cruz leans into Carver, keeping his furious stare on me, making it more than clear that the guys aren’t exactly thrilled with my actions tonight. “Touch her again and I will fucking end you.”

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Dynasty (Boys of Winter #1) Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.ilovenovels.com/dynasty-boys-of-winter-1-read-online-sheridan-anne Wed, 03 Feb 2021 06:27:48 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/dynasty-boys-of-winter-1-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Young Adult Authors: Sheridan Anne Series: Boys of Winter Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 129955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	(Boys of Winter #1) Dynasty
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Intimidating. Fearless. Destructive. They’re everything a girl shouldn’t want. Too bad this foster girl never had a daddy to chase away the monsters because I’m a sucker for a bad boy … or four. Carver, King, Cruz, and Grayson—the Kings of Ravenwood Heights. When I was forced to come here, I was expecting just another run-down town to add to the ever-growing list of unwanted homes. What I wasn’t expecting was them. They’re dangerous and they're keeping one hell of a secret—a secret that's going to change it all. ****Boys of Winter is a Dark, Enemies to Lovers, Reverse Harem Romance. It contains explicit sexual content, detailed violence, and coarse language.
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CHAPTER 1

The sharp sting of a man’s hand slapping down across my leather-clad ass stops me in the middle of the darkened alleyway. A wicked smile instantly spreads across my face. This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for, exactly what I’ve been craving.

A thrill pulses deep inside of me, steadily growing and rising to the surface as I run my thumb over the gold-coated brass knuckles that rest comfortably over my fingers. Above each of my knuckles, the chunky metal is masked as four beautifully wicked rings, allowing me to get away with murder. It’s my best kept secret and yet my worst.

My thumb skims over the black gemstone and circles the skull that sits just above my first knuckle, knowing damn well that this pretty skull is going to be engraved into this fucker’s face for the next week and a half.

The adrenaline burns within me like a scorching fire, ready to fuck up everything in its path. I can’t wait.

I spin on my heel, my black thigh-high boots making the task harder than it needs to be, but after a few years of practice in these bad boys, I have it down to a fine art.

I take in the man who stands before me, looking at me like his next non-consensual meal. I slowly run my tongue over my deep plum lips, watching how he tracks my every little movement. “Hey baby,” he says, positioning himself right in front of me and putting on a show for his drunk friends. One even going as far as to rub his hands together like the pervy creep that he is.

I wonder what they would do if they knew I was only seventeen. Some might pull away in horror, while others would get off on it.

My show-stopping grin splits across my face, and I watch as he becomes suspicious. His eyes narrow, and he hesitates for just a moment. Guys like this don’t expect a woman to play along; they live off their fear. He wants me to run. He wants me panicked and fretting because a chick who doesn’t fight back is one hell of an easy target, and this guy, he’s fucking with the wrong girl. I’ve never been an easy target and I’m sure as hell not about to start.

I’m not the girl who runs; I’m the one who hangs around to see how many heads I can make roll. I’m the girl who seeks it out. I’m that bitch. The one who guys like this need to watch out for.

I reach out and run my fingers from his shoulder across his chest as his eyes widen a fraction. Right about now, he’s assuming this will be the easiest conquest of his life. “Hey to you too,” I murmur in a purr, my eyes becoming hooded, letting him know that he can have whatever the fuck he wants … at least that’s what I’ll let him think.

His hand falls to my exposed waist, pulling me in hard against his sweaty body, making me want to gag. I knew I shouldn’t have worn a cropped tank tonight, but I couldn’t resist. Leather, latex, chokers, and cropped shirts are my jam, add a deep plum lipstick and a high pony, and I’m down for anything. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out so late in a place like this?”

“Oh, you know girls like me,” I say with a sickeningly flirty laugh as I walk my fingers up his chest, his eyes becoming more and more hooded by the second, his sleazy friends watching on with deep interest. I quickly glance their way, throwing a seductive smile at each of them, counting them as I go. “We’re always down for a little bit of trouble.”

Five altogether. This is going to be interesting.

My comment has his four friends moving in with excited smiles. Every single one of them assumes that they’ve hit the lottery and are about to get their dicks wet, but they’ve got another thing coming. I’m itching to feel flesh beneath my fist, and these fuckers just became my next high.

“What do you say?” One dickhead says, coming right up behind me and squishing me between himself and the guy who still holds my waist. He grinds his dick against the leather of my pants making me want to hurl. “Wanna go for a ride? I bet a girl like you could handle five guys. I swear, we’ll take it easy on you, but sometimes I just can’t help myself—I like it rough.”

“Mmmm,” I moan, tilting my head back toward him, my eyes flashing up to his with interest. “Sounds like fun. You know, I’ve never taken on five guys at once, but I guess there’s always a first for everything.”

A sick excitement flashes in his eyes, but before he gets a chance to say another word, my elbow slams back into his stomach. I twist in his arms, before bringing my knee up into his balls. He’s down on the ground before the others have even flinched into action.

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