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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)

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Live with my enemy for the next month...
What could possibly go wrong?

When my brother said he needed a place to crash, he forgot to mention Ethan Waters was part of the package. Broody and bossy, I hate my brother's best friend and NHL teammate with a passion.

Years ago, we hooked up behind my brother's back.
And then, the cocky player disappeared.

I still hate him for ditching me in the past.
I don't care how good he looks in a towel.
Or how skilled he is with his hands.

But after a few angry kisses turn into the hottest night of my life, I can't get him out of my head. And if I'm not careful, Ethan will break my heart... again.

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By the time I pull into my driveway, it’s dark outside. My parents didn’t even bother to leave the light on. And why would they? It’s not like they even care if I come home anymore, not after what I did.

My body hurts from training too hard, the ache burrowing deep inside my bones. Every time the phantom pain from my past comes calling, I try to ignore the throbbing sensation spreading down my thigh. But when that happens, the darkness always wins out. I never fight it. Because I love chasing the next high and the sweet rush of adrenaline as it courses through my veins.

I need the reminder that I’m still alive, even though I feel like I died a long time ago.

I should have died.

It should have been me.

Now, I’m left with the guilt, pain, and a constant reminder of how much I fucked up, the scar above my left eyebrow—another reminder. Every time I look in the mirror, I have to confront my past. If only I could embrace it before it eats me alive from the inside out.

I blink a few times to clear my vision and get out of the Mustang, a late sixties Fastback my grandfather had left to me in his will. I was born into a family with old money, the car being one of the many toys I’d inherited from Grandpa Joe, along with a sizable trust fund. They say money can’t buy happiness. I know that more than anyone. Because no amount of money can erase the parts of my life I wish I could forget.

Leaning against the door, I stare up at the old colonial I moved into last year with my parents. After what had happened back in Boston, they forced me to leave my friends and move to Lower Merion, an upscale suburban town on the outskirts of Philadelphia.

For once, the light isn’t on in my father’s office, yet he’s home. That’s a first. He must have drunk himself to sleep. I can only hope. When the house is still, I like to sneak in through the back door to avoid my dad. He hates me for all the trouble I have caused. Even though he won’t say it, I know he wishes I’d taken my brother’s place.

I have trouble keeping my eyes open, the weight of my day and everything that came along with it hitting me all at once. After I cut through the hole in the tall hedges surrounding my property and step into my backyard, I glance over at the Roman’s house. It has the same brick front and painted shutters as mine, though the chips in their blue paint show years of wear and neglect my father would never tolerate.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch something moving. I look up at the top floor to find Mia pushing open the curtains to her bedroom window. She can hear the purr of the Mustang’s engine from around the corner. My best friend’s little sister is always waiting for me when I get home. And despite the shame I feel about keeping our nights together a secret, I don’t regret spending a single second with Mia Roman.

Sitting on her windowsill, Mia smiles down at me. She’s the one good thing in my life. I often catch myself thinking of what it would be like to kiss Mia. Then, I remind myself that Will, her older brother and my best friend, would kill me for even thinking about her. A girl this sweet should stay far away from a monster like me.

But once I look into her pretty blue eyes that light up every time she sees me, I’m a goner. I have trouble staying away from my precious little lamb. She’s the one girl who sees all the darkness in me and welcomes it. Mia never judges me, and I never have to hide from her.

My vision blurs slightly as I look up at her, my balance a little unsteady. Damn, how much shit did I take? On nights like these, I don’t care as long as the pain goes away.

Mia raises her hand to give me a tiny wave, which I return before she tilts her head toward the shed in the backyard. What had started as us talking to each other from our sides of the fence turned into us spending most nights together. We meet at the swing set on the opposite side of her parents’ old shed. It’s our retreat from the world. If only I had the nerve to tell her everything. But I fear she will grow to hate me, same as everyone else who knows the truth about my past, and I can’t have that.

I give her a quick nod to acknowledge I’ll meet her later. She has to wait until Will passes out before she can sneak out of the house. I wave one more time, with the promise to see her, and remove my cell phone from my pocket. Using the light from the screen, I jam my key inside the lock and push my shoulder into the door. The damn thing sticks when it’s hot outside, making it harder to avoid my parents.

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The Player I Hate to Love (Elite Players #2) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-player-i-hate-to-love-elite-players-2-read-online-jillian-quinn Wed, 17 May 2023 05:16:14 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-player-i-hate-to-love-elite-players-2-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Elite Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)

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Will “Romeo” Roman is the last player in the NHL anyone would expect to get hitched.

We couldn’t even stand each other before we said I do.
But our fake marriage is a golden opportunity for him.
His bad-boy ways are messing up his career. And after his publicist sees our drunken wedding pics, she thinks a marriage—real or fake—will keep his general manager from trading him to another team.
So Will makes me the deal of a lifetime.
Spend three months under the same roof, pretending we are in love, and he will give me the one thing I want most.
But what happens when our deal is over…
And I’m no longer faking it?

The Player I Hate to Love is a standalone enemies-to-lovers romance about a hockey player who will do anything to stay married to his sister’s best friend, even though she hates him.

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Chapter One

CLARKE

I remembered little about what happened the night before, but one thing was certain—hangovers sucked.

Clearing the sleep from my eyes, I glanced out the curtains to my right, blinking away the sunlight. My head pounded as the Las Vegas skyline came into focus. Last night was a blur, a collection of drunken moments. A list of endless bad decisions I regretted the second I heard someone snoring beside me.

I rolled onto my side, staring in horror at Will “Romeo” Roman, naked and in all of his glory. My best friend’s brother was the cockiest asshole to play in the NHL. I’d hated him for years, vowed to never fall into bed with him again.

And I made a horrible mistake.

Drinking rule number one—don’t let your jerk of an ex-hookup feed you melon ball shots like they’re liquid desserts. But they sure as hell tasted good on the way down.

I glanced around the room for my clothes. From the looks of the place, we tore the hotel room apart. Overturned lamps were on the floor along with sheets and the comforter thrown halfway across the room. The mirror facing the bed had red lipstick smeared across the glass.

What the hell did I do last night?

My body looked as if a truck had hit me. Stretching out my legs, I gasped at the light brushes on my knees, thighs, and arms. Will was never gentle with me, but this was next-level insane. No way he did this to me. I propped my elbow up on a stack of pillows and looked at Will, unable to take my eyes off his body that was like carved stone, ripped with muscle in every place imaginable.

I thought I had learned my lesson a long time ago. Don’t sleep with infuriatingly sexy hockey players, especially ones related to my best friend. Will was the starting right winger on the Philadelphia Flyers, and the player I loved to hate. We had a past, one I never shared with his sister. We both kept our distance and pretended nothing ever happened, though Mia was not an idiot. She knew something went down between Will and me, but she did not know how far back our drama went.

Will slept with his hand over his face, snoring like a baby. I noted the hard edges of his body, the sharpness in his jaw. He was beautiful when he wasn’t talking. But when he opened his damn mouth, all bets were off. His short blond hair was messy from sleep, though he still looked hot as sin. Unlike me, who looked as if I’d spent my evening in a boxing ring.

How could I do this?

More like, why did I do this?

There was a time when I waited around for even a second with Will. Back then, I was stupid and did not know how men worked. I thought he was different, and that we both wanted the same thing. But I was so, so wrong.

I’m never drinking again, not if I can help it.

I could only recall a few things, the night a blurry, distant memory. There was dinner with my bestie Mia and her soon-to-be husband, Ethan. We were in Vegas celebrating their upcoming wedding. Will and a few of their teammates from the Flyers joined us for dinner last night, followed by a lot of bar hopping. We ended up at Coyote Ugly, and that was around the time the night became a blur.

I remembered dancing on the bar with Will throwing money at me. The thought alone made me want to crawl under the bed and hide. All of his teammates were there.

Oh, God. How could I have been so stupid?

Then there was a strip club, maybe a lap dance or two. A lot of drunken kisses with Will. And judging by our lack of clothing, we did a lot more than kiss.

Ethan and Mia got married by Elvis.

No, that can’t be right.

I slid my legs off the bed, full-blow panic settling into my bones as I tried to recall how we ended up at a chapel.

Who got married?

And why was I in a chapel last night with Will?

Our rooms at the Bellagio were similar, though I could tell by the stack of random shit piled on the sofa table this was Will’s room. We had adjoining rooms, which was why we ended up talking to each other before dinner last night.

The stupid mistake on the hotel’s part led to… whatever happened between us. I needed to leave, make my escape before the sleeping prince awoke. Heart hammering out of my chest, I started looking for my clothes. And as I bent down to grab my dress from the floor, I noticed the gold ring on my left finger.

A simple band… a wedding band.

What the hell?

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The Player I Want to Date (Elite Players #3) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-player-i-want-to-date-elite-players-3-read-online-jillian-quinn Wed, 17 May 2023 05:16:13 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-player-i-want-to-date-elite-players-3-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Elite Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)

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Duke Baldwin is hot and broody, the star defenseman every hockey lover wants in her bed… including me.
So it must be my lucky day when Duke gets suspended from the NHL for fighting.
I’m an anger management specialist, and the team owner gives me two months to whip Duke’s grumpy butt into shape, or he’s trading him to another team.
I can’t let that happen.
Not when I can help Duke work through his anger issues.
Except there’s one problem….
As we grow closer, the lines of our professional relationship blur.
Duke thinks I’m the cure for thawing the ice around his heart.
And he wants me.

The Player I Want to Date is a standalone forbidden romance about a hockey player who will do anything to convince his tempting new therapist that he’s the only man she’ll ever need.

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Chapter One

DELILAH

Duke Baldwin makes me so fucking hot. He’s on the cover of Sports Illustrated this month, dressed in his Washington Capitals jersey, wearing his usual cocky smirk. He grips his hockey stick in his left hand, and his muscles flex beneath the tight fabric. I practically drool on the front cover, which would suck if I did—because I was looking forward to spending some alone time with Duke.

As I flip through the five-page spread about the sexy captain, I fan myself with my free hand. Duke makes hockey worth watching. Every time he throws a player against the boards, I imagine he’s doing it to me.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, I test the water temperature. The house is quiet at this hour. My daughter is sound asleep in her bed. And after the day I had, I need some much-needed Mommy Time.

I set the magazine on the floor and begin to undress. Duke’s piercing blue eyes look up at me as I strip away my clothes. His wicked smirk sends a shiver down my spine. As I peel back the layers, I imagine Duke’s hands on my skin. I envision how it would feel to kiss his full, perfect lips.

I slide into the warm, bubbly water and reach over the edge for the magazine. With my other hand, I drag my fingers along my arm. Heat travels beneath my fingers as I continue my slow exploration. On the second page of the article, Duke is shirtless, wearing shorts that sit low on his hips, exposing the V line of his abdomen.

My eyes follow the light trail of hair that runs down his thick chest and dips beneath his shorts. I lick my lips, thinking of Duke as I grab the shower wand and turn on the jets. I slide my hand into the water. His handsome face is on every page, those bright blue eyes haunting me. I suck in a deep breath from the pleasure that rushes over me. My heart speeds up, and a pulse-pounding surge of energy causes my body to tingle.

The door opens a crack, but I ignore it. Strange things happen in this old house all the time. I lean my head back, imagining what it feels like to grip Duke’s big shoulders, how it would feel to ride him like one of his puck bunnies. My toes curl from the wave of adrenaline that shoots through my body. I’m so close to finding my release that I can almost see the finish line.

“Mommy, what are you doing?” I glance over at Max, who rubs the sleep from her eyes with her tiny hands, and my jaw hits the floor.

Panicked, I attempt to stand and drop the shower wand, but I hit the edge of the tub instead. Shit! Water shoots across the room, showering both of us. It looks like Old Faithful just erupted in my bathroom, blasting the walls with a steady stream.

Max screams when the warm water hits her in the face. The wand is uncontrollable, rolling back and forth as I reach for it. A wave hits the opposite wall and bounces off, splashing Max as she turns her back to me.

“Mommy, make it stop!”

I finally get a good grip on the wand and submerge it as I turn the knobs. Why didn’t I think to turn off the water first? And I’m supposed to be a doctor? This is not my finest moment.

I jump out of the tub and wrap Max in my towel, dripping onto the floor. So much for my relaxing night to myself. I had it all planned out—the bath, my favorite bottle of red wine, and an hour of Netflix before bed. Now, I’m going to spend the rest of my night cleaning the bathroom. This is my life in a nutshell. Don’t grow up, it’s a trap.

After I get Max’s wet pajamas off her, I dry her hair and body and then wrap her in the towel. She shivers and leans into me for warmth.

“Mommy, why were you playing with the shower wand?”

“I was just checking to make sure it still works.”

It definitely does the trick!

She gives me a confused look. Max is as smart as a whip and always knows when I’m lying. Her fascination with Google and YouTube makes it a lot harder for me to conceal the truth from her. At least this is one situation she can’t Google.

“C’mon, baby,” I say, pressing my hand to her shoulder. “Let’s go to your room, so you can pick out your PJs.”

I glance at Duke’s face on the bathroom floor. The pages are soaked through, the ink blurred from the water. I take one final look at Duke, and then I lead Max down the hall toward her bedroom.

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The Player I Want to Keep (Elite Players #4) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-player-i-want-to-keep-elite-players-4-read-online-jillian-quinn Wed, 17 May 2023 05:16:12 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-player-i-want-to-keep-elite-players-4-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Elite Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)

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Months away from the NHL Draft, one night with my best friend changes everything.
She was the one person I could trust.
Until I fell in love with her…
And she kept a secret from me that ripped us apart.
Now in the NHL, I’m one step closer to becoming the star I was born to be… until Kat’s brother hits me with the news I never saw coming.
One night was all it took to change our lives.
Now, it’s up to Kat and me to decide if we can salvage our friendship to find our happily ever after.

The Player I Want to Keep is a standalone friends-to-lovers romance about a hockey player determined to show his best friend that the man of her dreams has been right in front of her all along.

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Chapter One

DEAN

The first time I met Kat Baldwin, I sat in a cold rink, palms sweaty and afraid to speak to her. I’d never been intimidated by a girl before I met her. But Kat isn’t an ordinary girl. She’s the daughter of Nick Baldwin, the professional hockey player I have idolized for most of my life.

Kat skates down the ice, with a few girls in tow, switching the puck to her right as the winger comes up on her left side. They collide against the boards, and Kat scrambles to maintain possession of the puck. She elbows the girl in her jaw to create some distance between them. Luckily for Kat, the linesman doesn’t catch the hit.

While Kat has her father’s skating and puck-handling abilities, she also has her older brothers’ scrappiness. Duke and Austin Baldwin are two of the best defensive players in the NHL. I see a lot of them in Kat. No matter how many games of hers I watch, I’m still in awe of her, smiling from the stands like an idiot that she’s my best friend… and the one girl I can never have.

Over three years ago, my teammates laughed and told me I was crazy for seeking out Kat. When I’d heard that Nick’s daughter made the women’s ice hockey team at Strickland University, I had to see for myself if she lived up to the Baldwin name. She didn’t disappoint, not even a little bit. The next year, her younger brothers joined my team and then moved into the house I share with my teammates, which complicated my plans for Kat.

Theo stands up, shoves two fingers in his mouth, and whistles. “C’mon, Kit-Kat.”

Travis, his identical twin, shoots up from his chair and starts clapping for his sister, yelling shit about crushing the competition. Not like Kat can hear them from the ice. She’s in the zone, her eyes on the puck and headed toward the net.

I laugh at these idiots. Much like her two older brothers, Kat’s younger brothers love her fiercely. They’re so overprotective that I never stood a chance with Kat. All of them made it abundantly clear that I’m not allowed to touch Kat. Not allowed to kiss Kat. Or think about her in appropriate ways. At first, I wanted just friendship from Kat. But as the years pass, I find myself wanting her more each day.

“Oooh,” Travis says, nudging Theo in the arm with his elbow. “Did you see that shot? Damn, Kit-Kat.”

Theo cups his hands around his mouth and yells. “That’s my sister.”

They’re so damn loud the people sitting around us look over at Theo and Travis. The Baldwin twins take after their father with their height, lean, muscular build, and dark features. A few of the girls several rows in front of us are staring over their shoulders at them and licking their lips. The pretty redhead with big tits flags Theo down. He glances over at Travis, who gives him the go-ahead with the tip of his head.

“We’ll be back,” Theo says to me.

A mischievous smirk turns up the corner of Travis’ mouth as he winks.

The twins hop over the seats in front of us. Theo slides his arm across the back of the redhead’s neck. Travis sandwiches himself between two blondes to their right, pulling one of them onto his lap. If Kat were here, she would lose her shit. She’s constantly yelling at her brothers for how they act with women. I’m supposed to “watch over them” for her. But there’s no way I’m telling Theo and Travis not to have fun. If I weren’t so damn in love with my best friend, I would be down there with them right now.

After the game ends, I wait by the rink entrance for Kat as the Strickland Senators smack the hands of their opponents. Kat was the sole reason for this win at home. She dominated every second she was on the ice.

I call out to Kat as she exits the ice. She cocks her head in my direction and rolls her eyes when I hold up my hand and gesture for her to come over with my index finger.

“Did you just beckon me?” She rips off her gloves and holds them against her navy-and-white jersey.

I shove my hands into my pockets and shrug, giving her one of my boyish smiles that make it impossible for her to be mad at me. “Umm… I guess so.”

“You should know by now not to treat me like a puck bunny. I’m not your beck and call girl, Dean.” A hint of a smirk crosses her lips. She loves to give me shit. Isn’t that what best friends are for? “Don’t point your finger at me and expect me to come running over,” she finishes.

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