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Dickson University Series by Max Monroe – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:20:48 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Dickson University Series by Max Monroe – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 The Fifteen-Minute Rule (Dickson University #3) Read Online Max Monroe http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-fifteen-minute-rule-dickson-university-3-read-online-max-monroe Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:20:48 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-fifteen-minute-rule-dickson-university-3-read-online-max-monroe Genre: Alpha Male, College, Contemporary, Funny, New Adult Authors: Max Monroe Series: Dickson University Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)

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Dickson University’s reigning social king can get any girl on campus to fall for him…except the one he’s been silently falling for his whole life.

Campus legend. Life of the party. The guy everyone wants to know.
That’s me—Ace Kelly.

But the one person who truly knows me? Julia Brooks.
My best friend since we were kids.
Julia’s the kind of girl everyone loves. Sweet, painfully beautiful, and steady, she’s always been my constant.

Somewhere between childhood and college at Dickson University, I fell for her. Hard. And I’ve been running an incognito mission ever since.

Operation: Make Julia fall in love with me...without ruining the friendship.

Flawless plan, right? Wrong.
One catastrophically stupid moment—fine, several—might’ve blown everything apart.

We’ve always had our fifteen-minute rule: get mad, shout, hate each other all we want, but when the time is up, we're back to best buddies.

But this time, fifteen minutes might not be enough.

Not when Julia’s trust and our entire lifetime of “us” is suddenly on the line.

I’m in love with my best friend.
And come hell or high water, I’m not giving up my girl without a fight

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Julia

Sometimes, Ace Kelly is the most annoying best friend in the whole wide world.

I don’t care if he gave me the last purple popsicle yesterday or told everyone at school that I’m the bravest girl in the second grade because I touched a worm on the playground. None of that matters right now because I am so mad at him. He just made his stupid Hulk action figure rip the hair out of my favorite Barbie’s head.

“She didn’t even do anything!” I yell, holding my partially hairless Barbie up in the air. “She was trying to do some yoga, Ace!”

“I’m sorry, Lia!” Ace exclaims. “But the Hulk gets mad sometimes! He can’t help it!”

“Well, the Hulk has anger issues,” I snap, scooting to the edge of the rug in his bedroom and turning my back to him. “And so do you. I’m mad at you, Ace Kelly. Really, really mad.”

Instantly, he goes quiet because he knows the only thing he can do when I’m upset with him is to wait it out.

We have a rule called the fifteen-minute rule. It’s not, like, a law or anything. We made it up. But between us, it’s nonnegotiable.

Ace wanted to choose sixty-nine minutes because he says his dad tells his mom he likes that number all the time, but I told Ace that sixty-nine minutes is a really long time. Like, I’m pretty sure that’s more than a whole hour, which is, like, forever long.

I guess we could’ve chosen the five-minute rule or ten-minute rule, but we both think fifteen is a cool number, so it won two to nothing when we took a vote. Now, we’re not allowed to stay mad at each other for longer than fifteen minutes, and it all started over my sidewalk chalk drawing last summer.

Ace added a gross stream of boogers and snot to the pretty girl I drew on my parents’ driveway, ruining all my hard work. One minute, she had beautiful long purple hair and big pink eyes and a yellow dress, and the next, she had a face covered in green slime because boys are gross.

The only problem with our rule is that Ace isn’t very good at telling time yet, so I’m the one who always has to say when the fifteen minutes are up.

“Is it time yet?” Ace asks, scooting a little closer to me.

See?

I huff out a breath, but I don’t answer him, concentrating on brushing my Barbie’s blond hair in a way that will hide her new bald spot instead.

“Lia?” he tries again, quieter this time. “Has it been fifteen minutes?”

I sigh and glance down at my pink Hello Kitty watch. Only three minutes have passed, but when I look up, Ace is sitting there with big brown sorry eyes. He’s not even playing with his action figures anymore, and his resemblance to Puss in Boots is growing by the second.

I cross my arms tighter and look away, determined to hold out until the time runs out or my Barbie grows her hair back—whichever is shorter—but when I glance back at Ace again, he looks even more pitiful. I crumble.

“Yeah,” I lie. “It’s been fifteen minutes.”

“Really?” he perks up.

I nod. “I forgive you.”

“Thank goodness, Lia. Fifteen minutes is so freaking long.” His face breaks into a giant smile as he scoots right next to me again. “Wanna play action figures?”

“No,” I say and quickly move my Barbie away from his angry Hulk and rise to my feet. “Thanks. You can play action figures. I’m going to play dress-up.”

“You can borrow my Batman costume,” he offers. “It’s in my closet.”

That might not seem like a big deal, but that Batman costume is Ace’s favorite. He never lets his little brother Gunnar wear it. And one time, Ace had Kyle Collins over at his house to play with us and Kyle wanted to wear his Batman costume so bad, but Ace said no.

It’s basically an honor. It’s also one of the reasons why Ace Kelly is my best friend. He’s always doing nice things for me that he would never do for anyone else.

I rummage through his closet, but instead of a superhero costume, I snag one of Ace’s favorite T-shirts.

With the white fabric draped over the back of my head, I swing side to side in front of the mirror on his door and imagine myself in a big, fancy church with a handsome groom standing across from me. I’m more grown, of course, like a full-fledged woman with boobs like my mom’s and lipstick and eye shadow and all the makeup my dad tells me I’m not allowed to wear.

I also have a big smile on my face because it’s the happiest day of my life.

I don’t know why wedding days are so happy for girls, but I’ve seen enough movies to know it’s supposed to be the happiest.

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Learning Curve (Dickson University #1) Read Online Max Monroe http://www.ilovenovels.com/learning-curve-dickson-university-1-read-online-max-monroe-2 Wed, 12 Feb 2025 07:22:58 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/learning-curve-dickson-university-1-read-online-max-monroe-2 Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, Sports, Young Adult Authors: Max Monroe Series: Dickson University Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)

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She’s the virginal cheerleader, and he’s the tortured bad boy. Their worlds are different, but college life at Dickson University brings them together in a passionate, angsty, fiery collision.

Finn Hayes is what girls my age would call “stupid hot.” He’s handsome, has brown eyes that remind me of warm chocolate chip cookies, and a tall, muscular build that makes marble sculptures jealous.

Green flag, right?

Wrong.

He’s also broody, closed off, and so complex that it feels like I need a decoder to crack him.

He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met and fights like he came out of the womb swinging, taking down both my ex-boyfriend and an ex-UFC fighter with ease.

But the underground society at our college known as Double C has nothing on him in the secrets department, and it’s that mysterious edge that keeps me coming back for more.

This is more than the story of how Finn and I fell in love.

This is proof that love has a learning curve. Sometimes you succeed, and sometimes…it destroys you.

Author Note: Learning Curve is a New Adult Romance standalone that is book one in the Dickson University Series. This highly-addictive series will follow the grown-up Billionaire Bad Boy kids and long-lost Winslow siblings as they navigate college life and relationships. Buckle up for all the college drama, romance, spice, angst, and humor. You do not need to have read the Billionaire Bad Boys Series or Winslow Brothers Collection to read Learning Curve. It is a complete standalone.

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Friday, May 16th

Lexi

Sometimes, when you have a genius IQ of 146 in a sea of average 100s, you start to think you can’t be wrong.

You know better, you know more, you have the data to back yourself up, and the possibility of falling victim to unsound theorization is so low, it’s barely a possibility.

But then there are moments that define us—little slivers of time that change the way we think about ourselves and our existence. It happens in science, too, of course, when some small piece of information shifts the course of your experiment entirely when you least expect it. But when it happens in life, the swift and all-encompassing fist to the gut is even more debilitating.

Because, as it turns out, geniuses can be wrong. I can be wrong. So wrong, in fact, I nearly crash and burn altogether.

“Hey, Lex, I have a question,” my little brother Wes Jr. says, his tone way too innocent for the certified smartass I know him to be. I listen, but I don’t look up yet. I can’t.

I’m in the middle of running a test on an AI-coded app I’ve developed for my second doctoral dissertation. My first PhD, in Mathematics, completed a year and a half ago, is an accomplishment to be proud of, but it also isn’t enough to prepare me for what I want to do in the world of technology.

So here I am at the dinner table with my favorite food getting cold, knee-deep in my second PhD, this time in Computer Science. The spaghetti on my plate sits untouched, but my test run is almost complete—sixty seconds to go, if I can just finish without interruption.

My little brother is undeterred by the fact that I’m clearly busy, plowing ahead to drop the bomb.

“Will you have a funeral one day…or will we just have to visit your rotting corpse in the lab?”

My gaze jerks to his, a mischievous curve to his lips setting the tone, and my breath catches in my chest. His words should be inconsequential—to many people, they would be—but to me, they are earthshaking.

Because of my complex, neurodivergent chemical makeup, being caught off guard is almost akin to an extinction-level event. I’m a planner. A thinker. A certified head case of attention to detail confirmed by a neurologist and seven highly efficient screenings by the state of New York from the age of four onward.

When people speak, I expect to have an idea of what they’re going to say, but nowhere on my radar did I see this incoming missile of attack.

“Seriously, Lex,” my little brother adds. “Hazmat suits are expensive and hard to get. Just want to know if I need to start figuring out the dark web to get my hands on one.”

“Wes,” my mom chastises through a half sigh and a half laugh, while my stepdad fights the urge to burst into his own laughter.

My brother’s bravado is bolstered by their amusement, so he stares, waiting for a response.

I roll my eyes, pause the test run on the app, set my phone on the table beside my plate, and pick up my fork again. “My doctoral dissertation on advancing technology with artificial intelligence-based code is due at the end of this summer. It’s normal to be preoccupied with it,” I argue sensibly, fighting the sting in my chest.

“Yeah. Maybe if you hadn’t already finished your dissertation over two months ago—before your final semester even starts,” Wes objects on a snort. “Now you’re just obsessing.”

“Wes, stop picking on Lexi,” my stepdad says, attempting his best stern dad face. You’d think that being a billionaire and the owner of the New York Mavericks, one of the most successful professional football teams in the country, would make him a master at laying down the law—and maybe it does in business—but when it comes to my brother and me, Wes Lancaster Sr. is no firmer than microwave-softened butter.

When my mom met him, I was just a little girl, and from the start, he treated me like I was his own. My biological father, Nick Raines, wasn’t around back then, so for a long time, Wes wasn’t just like a dad to me—he was my dad.

Even now, at the age of twenty-five—with a biological father who is in the picture—I still address him as Dad.

“Yeah, Wes,” my mom chimes in. “I’m sure there are quite a few things Lexi could find to tease you about.”

“No way. I’m pure perfection,” my little brother comments haughtily, like only a teenage boy can. “And I’m not picking on her, just inserting a few strands of reality into her perfect DNA.” He looks over at me. “I know you like the lab, Lex, but there’s more out there. I promise.”

My smile is smug. “The thirteen-year-old expert on life. Trust me, Wes, I have more going on than coding and apps.”

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Learning Curve (Dickson University #1) Read Online Max Monroe http://www.ilovenovels.com/learning-curve-dickson-university-1-read-online-max-monroe Sat, 31 Aug 2024 08:13:17 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/learning-curve-dickson-university-1-read-online-max-monroe Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult Authors: Max Monroe Series: Dickson University Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)

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