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Total pages in book: 27
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It’s time I show my sassy little secretary just how well carpenters can use their hammers I run my own construction business and my secretary, Peyton, is slowly driving me insane. She tempts me and challenges me constantly. I’m doing my best to keep my hands off of her, but there’s only so much a man can take. One day she pushes me too far and that desire that I’ve been trying to keep in check, boils over. If she’s going to keep sassing and provoking me, it’s my duty to show her all of the dirty things I can use her mouth for. Are you ready to get dirtier than you’ve ever been? Chance, Tory’s latest hero, is ready to take you on that journey. This over the top alpha, construction worker has one thing on his mind, but lucky for you readers he has a lot of ways to do it. As always, sit back and enjoy a steamy-hot, safe read, with a heavy dose of alpha hero to enjoy.
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“I love you for all that you are, all that you have been and all that you will be.” —Unknown

Prologue

Peyton

“I told you it needed to be done today, Peyton.” That’s how I’m greeted after coming back from my lunch break. It causes me to pause. I mean, my desk is a footstep away. I cock my head to the side, taking in every nuance that is Chance Adams, my boss. He’s ruggedly handsome with his messy dark hair, moss-green eyes, and a nose that’s slightly crooked from an on-the-job accident that happened a couple of months ago. Add his days’ worth of beard growth on his jawline that travels to his neck, and even when he’s being a dick, which seems to be most days lately, he’s still melt-your-panties hot. I would know firsthand too, because this happens to me daily. Today, Chance is working in the field, something he does four out of the five days I’m here. It makes for a peaceful day, mostly. Unless he’s on a tangent like he has been lately. The gray shirt he’s wearing with his company logo, Adam’s Construction, molds to his tall frame, his well-worn jeans clinging to his muscular legs. He’s the whole package, except today it’s not helping. Nothing is. When I went on my lunch break, he was yelling the office down. And not just at me either. The guys were getting a ration of shit, as was the lady I was talking to on the phone on the other side of town, apparently, when Chance took the phone out of my hand as I was relaying a message and yelled that she better get her boss on the phone. I rolled my eyes, stood up, slammed my laptop down, and walked out of the office to him saying, “I’ll fire you, Peyton!”

I rolled my eyes. Chance is full of shit. No one could deal with him the way I have and still continue to. It’s not that he’s a complete and utter dick; it’s just that he takes it out on the person closest to him. Which, unfortunately, tends to be me.

“It’s on your desk. You would have known that before throwing a temper tantrum earlier.” He didn’t hear me mumble, “Jerk” at the end of that, or at least I don’t think he did. Chance has been on a rampage all morning and someone must have peed in his cheerios. So, I did what every person would do. I left for my break, a cup of hot tea and a sandwich helped me breathe through the fact that I was ready to quit when he said he’d fire me. I’m not a quitter though, so I’ll deal with it until I can’t bear to anymore.

“Not sure why I put up with your sassy-ass mouth, Peyton Jennings,” he grumbles, stomping his feet to my desk. He’s worse than my overbearing brother, Bridger, with the way he is acting today.

“Because no one else can deal with you. Didn’t the temp agency tell you that before you finally saw the light and hired me?” My hip is propped on the edge of my desk. This morning I felt great when I woke up and had a smile on my face. I took my time with my hair, not that I had to do much in that regard. I lucked out in that department and barely have to do anything to it, since it dries in soft waves and only requires some serum to tame the small amount of frizz. My makeup was soft, some blush, mascara, and lip gloss, not really liking the feel of a lot of products on my face. Keeps it simple. My outfit was what took me forever to decide on. I tried on a pant suit, nixed that completely, then a pencil skirt, and I definitely wasn’t feeling that. I found a shift style dress that fits loosely around my body, light and dark purple flowers over a white background. The three-quarter-length sleeves gave me the coverage I’d need to keep warm in the office, the hem stopping at just above my knees, keeping it business casual, tying it all together with my cork-screw wedges.

“That mouth of yours, it’s going to get you in trouble one day.” Chance’s eyes eat me up, as if he’s just now seeing me for the first time. Today is different though. He’s making his way towards me, his long legs eating up the distance between us until my ass is planted on the desk.

“Are you sure about that?” I taunt him.

“One hundred fucking percent.” Chance’s eyes aren’t on mine. Instead, they’re on my legs. His hands reach out tentatively, the tips of his fingers lightly caressing my thighs.

“God,” I moan out when I feel them dip under the hem of my dress. I’ve dreamed about this more times than I care to admit. A deep-seated yearning for my boss, just like this, so entrenched within me. The world falls around us, and still the only thing that captivates his attention is me.

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Licked (Getting Dirty #3) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/licked-getting-dirty-3-read-online-tory-baker Sat, 28 Nov 2020 19:44:03 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/licked-getting-dirty-3-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Erotic, Romance Authors: Tory Baker Series: Getting Dirty Series by Tory Baker
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I knew from the first moment I laid eyes on her that she would be mine. Forever. I lived a simple, quiet life. I always figured love wasn’t for me. That was until Berkley Jennings walked into the front door of our family restaurant. She took my breath away and the moment our gazes locked on one another, everything changed. A small twist of fate had me saving her life that day, but I think in the end she saved mine. Now, I know what I want. I can see my future laid out in front of me, and all of it revolves around her. She’s everything to me and I won’t stop until I prove to her that we are meant to be together. Tory’s serving up another helping of over the top alphas who love to get dirty. Ryder might like to spoil his woman by cooking her dinner and a dessert she loves, but he’ll be the one licking her…plate clean. As always with a Tory book, you get, spicy heat, insta-love, and a safe, happily ever after. Enjoy!
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“Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.”

— Loretta Young

Prologue

Ryder

One Month Earlier

I look around the kitchen. Everything is going as smoothly as it can be for a Friday evening. The sous chefs are working, waitresses and waiters are hustling their tails off. Now to the part I least enjoy, mingling with patrons. It’s bullshit and the only part of this job I hate.

Who wants to work in a kitchen, get hot and sweaty, then meander out and see if everyone likes their food? My fucking luck, there’ll be a damn food critic here tonight. That would be the icing on the cake.

“Ryder, are you ready?” the owner of Melody’s Steak House, who is, in fact, Melody, asks. She’s lucky she’s my damn sister, or I would tell her to buzz the fuck off.

“I don’t know why you insist on this. You’re the front runner.”

“Oh hush. You do this once a week and have for the past three years. Tonight won’t kill you.” She slaps my arm. I may be bigger and taller than she is by a head—something I still give her shit for—but Melody is still older. Though she has her head on straight even when the sperm donor took off the day her daughter, Sienna, graced the world. That little girl has me wrapped around her finger. She knows all she has to say is, “Uncle Ry-Ry,” and I’m fucking toast.

“Whatever. Let’s get this shit over and done with.” I change out of my dirty white top, exchange it for a black one, and then follow Melody out to the dining room.

“Are you sure you don’t mind watching Sienna tomorrow? I know it’s your day off. I hate to even ask.” Melody knows without a doubt I’ll always keep Sienna. Not like there’s much else to do on my day off besides hit the gym, grocery shop, and be a couch potato. At least with Sienna, going to the store will be fun, something that usually ends with her picking out food that I know her mother hates, yet I allow it anyways.

“That’s a dumb question if I ever heard one.” Melody had Sienna six years ago, when she was twenty-nine years old, just starting out with her restaurant. I was twenty-seven. Now she’s thirty-five, a successful business owner, an amazing single mom, and I help out where I can.

“I’m just making sure. I don’t want to intrude on your life any more than I already do.”

“Hey, don’t think like that. I’m not going anywhere. I told you the day that deadbeat walked out on you that I’d do whatever I can to help you both.” Melody nods her head, which I take that as my cue to shut up and follow her lead.

“Smile a little, would you?” She smarts off after we make it around a few tables.

“Like this?” I give her my goofiest and cheesiest grin, trying to get her to relax.

“God, you’re so annoying. How are we even related?”

“Shit,” I mumble before darting to the table in the corner. There’s a woman sitting by herself. She’s beating on the table, her other hand at her throat. She’s fucking choking. On what I have no idea. I just know she needs help.

“Oh my god,” I hear my sister say behind me, but I’ve already reached the table, lifting the gorgeous fucking woman out of her chair and performing the Heimlich maneuver. It takes a few tries before she finally stops choking. I may have only gotten a glimpse of her as I was hustling my ass towards her, like her honey-golden blond hair falling down well past her shoulders, sleek and straight, which wasn’t even the half of it, but what I saw had me wanting to see more. I’m an asshole to even be thinking these thoughts while she couldn’t breathe.

“Are you okay?” my sister asks the woman who’s still in my arms, my body wrapped around hers. I can feel every curve, especially her ass that’s rubbing against my lengthening cock without her even knowing the effect she has on me.

“I think so. I’m so sorry to have caused a scene.” Her voice has a roughness to it. One that I’m sure is a result of not getting enough air and having food lodged in her throat.

“Melody, I’d take her to the hospital or a walk-in clinic, just to be sure.” I reluctantly let her go. My hand moves to her hip, holding her to make sure she’s okay. That’s when I’m ruined. The noises around me stop. The clattering of utensils hitting plates isn’t there. There’s no whispering. And there’s no way in hell I’m going to ever let this woman go.

“I’m okay. I promise.” She still holds her throat. I nod my head, silently telling Melody there’s no fucking way she is.

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Primed (Getting Dirty #2) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/primed-getting-dirty-2-read-online-tory-baker Sat, 14 Nov 2020 21:11:42 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/primed-getting-dirty-2-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Novella, Romance Authors: Tory Baker Series: Getting Dirty Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24631 (not accurate)
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She thinks I don’t see her. But I’m obsessed with her and soon, she will be mine. Aspen Jennings is everything I’ve ever wanted. But I don’t deserve her. I’m her complete opposite. She’s sweetness and beauty. I’m rough and dirty, filthy really. I work hard for my money on an oil rig. It’s a tough life and that’s an understatement. The days and nights are long and lonely as hell. I survive them by counting down the hours until I can see Aspen again. She deserves better than the life this roughneck will give her. She’s refined, high class and has curves that can bring me to my knees. When I finally see the hunger glowing in the depths of her green eyes, my wait is over. She may deserve better than me, but it’s time to make sure she knows I’m her man. And she belongs to me. You take a blue-collar roughneck and the refined, curvy, woman of his dreams, add in a heated case of hunger that’s been on a slow burn for way too long and you have a book that might be too hot to handle. As always you’re getting a safe, hot read with an over the top Alpha and a sassy heroine, that culminate in a happy ever after that will leave staring at your kindle with a smile.
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“Sometimes you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.”

– Unknown

Prologue

Jasper

Three Weeks Earlier

This life I live isn’t for the faint of heart—it’s long hours, hard days, and more relationships fail than succeed.

I’m dirty. She’s pure as snow. We’re opposite in every way that matters.

It’s what’s been holding me back from going after Aspen Jennings, owner of Vintage Threads in Valentine, Texas. Woman of my every waking fantasy and walking wet dream. Long, dark wavy hair, green eyes that sparkle with warmth, and when she gives me that smile, the one that’s only for me, it fucking devastates me that I know Aspen isn’t ready for me.

Not now, at least. It’s pathetic to say, but word around town travels fast. It doesn’t help that my own mother is Aspen’s number-one fan, employee, and paying customer. When Mom mentioned Aspen was flying back and forth to Virginia because of her own mother’s health, I knew it wasn’t the time to claim her as my own.

So, for right now, I bide my time. I work my ass to the bone while I’m out on the rig, working for two weeks at a time, then come home for the next two weeks. Then doing it all over again. And if I get glimpses of Aspen or those smiles she loves to tease me with, all is well.

That doesn’t mean I’m not fisting my cock every chance I get when a fantasy of her appears in my thoughts late at night. Believe me, I do. Her body is all womanly curves, hips that are meant for me to grip while I’m taking her from behind, and those tits of hers I know bounce with every step she makes. I can imagine her riding my cock, her chest heaving with every downward thrust of her body. My hands cupping her tits, rolling my thumbs over her nipples, already imagining the color much like her lips.

“Fuck,” I grumble. I take one last sip of my beer. Tonight was my first night off, and a bunch of roughnecks and I always land here for a drink or two before we make our way home.

I thought I’d see Aspen tonight, but maybe she’s still in Virginia. My last stretch off, she was up with her family. Not that I can blame her, but it still sucks just the same.

“I’m out of here,” I tell Sloan and Nate, two of the guys that work on the oil rig with me.

“Not sticking around to see if Aspen is coming?” Sloan lifts an eyebrow already knowing why I stuck around in the first place.

“Fuck off.” I place a twenty-dollar bill on the bar and nod at the bartender, getting his attention.

“Just saying, man, not sure how long you’re gonna hold out for her. Maybe it’s time you cut your losses.” Sloan may have a point if it were anyone else besides Aspen, but it’s not. She’s my fucking forever.

I grunt, wave them off, and start making my way to the exit. If Aspen isn’t here, I may as well get home, see what else I can work on for the next two weeks, and see if my mom needs any help around her house. She raised me on her own, working two jobs to keep a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs. More times than not, she wouldn’t eat. Those were the weeks I knew it was a bill week—rent, water, power, and food. That was the week we always struggled the most. As soon as I could get a job at the age of fifteen, working at the grocery store, bagging, that’s what I did. There was no way I would let my mom starve when I could help.

When I’m off, I’ll work at her place, trying to make sure she has everything she’ll need or fix anything she needs worked on.

My thoughts are on a certain raven-haired beauty when I walk out the door, desperately wanting to see her, but luck isn’t on my side tonight.

I’m almost to my truck when I hear, “Jasper.” I’d know that voice anywhere—soft, sweet, it’s a melody to my ears.

“Aspen.” She walks right up to me, her hair blowing in the evening wind. The dress she’s wearing, fuck, it’s my damn kryptonite. Long-sleeved, flowing, the deep V that shows off her smooth skin. If I slid my hand to its side, I know my hand would feel the fullness that was made for me.

“Are you leaving?” She rocks back in her heels. Leather straps are wrapped around her ankles, making me think all kinds of indecent things.

“Yeah, you okay?” I ask.

“Not sure yet. I got the call and need to head back to Virginia. I was just stopping by to let you know in case your mom isn’t at home when you stop by.” Aspen’s hands are moving around in the air, something I know she does when she’s nervous.

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Serviced (Getting Dirty #1) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/serviced-getting-dirty-1-read-online-tory-baker Sun, 01 Nov 2020 20:21:47 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/serviced-getting-dirty-1-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Contemporary, Romance Authors: Tory Baker Series: Getting Dirty Series by Tory Baker
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She’s off limits. Too bad I’ve never been one to follow the rules. Rowen Jennings is off limits, especially for the likes of me. It’s not even that I’m seven years older. It’s her brother. Bridger is one of my best friends. There’s no way in hell that I should be thinking of his baby sister the way I do. I definitely shouldn’t be dreaming of her every night and imagining all of the dirty things I want to do to her. The problem is, I do. And Rowen doesn’t discourage my hunger. She wants me too. I knew that when I was at her eighteenth birthday party. Her eyes roamed over my body like I was her next meal. I wasn’t much better. That barely-there bikini she was wearing had me licking my lips. This raging desire between us has been building for three years. I’ve tried to stay away, but I can’t any longer. It’s time to make Rowen mine, even if doing so leaves a path of destruction in our wake. She’s more than worth it and playing with fire has never felt so good. Tory has a brand-new series for you. The Getting Dirty Series is full of alpha male, blue-collar goodness and Tory’s signature sassy heroines. So, sit back and relax, you know in a Tory book exactly what you’re getting—A safe read with an Alpha male and enough heat to keep you warm during the fall nights. Besides, the title pretty much gives that away.
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“One of the things I learned the hard way was that it doesn’t pay to get discouraged. Keeping busy and making optimism a way of life can restore your faith in yourself.”– Lucille Ball

Prologue

Braxton

Three Years Earlier

I had to leave her party before she continued shaking my world off its axis, or Bridger would beat my ass, and I wouldn’t even fight him back. She’s too fucking young for the likes of me. Rowen Jennings will be my downfall, wrapped up in the most dangerous way possible. The fire in the smoldering looks she sends my way when no one else is watching, those glances are for me, and only me. I’m not a fool though. She’s eight-fucking-teen, and I’m twenty-five. You do the math, there’s no way I’m going anywhere near her, not when she has a life to live, college to go to, and memories to make.

That doesn’t stop me from taking in her lithe body, her smooth skin, the curves of her ass and tits, the way her tiny bikini isn’t stopping my imagination from running wild. I’m so fucking screwed when it comes to Rowen. She knows it, and so do I. But I’m not going after her, even though I know she wants it now more than ever. I saw the way she would navigate towards me throughout the past year. Sure, I talked to her, but the minute she’d try to get closer to me, I left. There was no fucking way I’d mess with jailbait. I’m taking my last sip of beer, getting ready to call it a day, when a movement out of the corner of my eye stops me from what I’m doing.

“Are you leaving already?” Rowen’s voice is shy.

“Yeah, early day tomorrow. You having a good birthday?” I ask. She shrugs a shoulder, causing her tits to bounce in her white string bikini. My gaze immediately feasts on them.

“It could be better. You know our parents. They take it to the next level. I would have been happy with a small dinner.”

“It’s not every day you graduate high school and celebrate your birthday in the same month. I’m sure that had something to do with it.” Our bodies are gravitating towards one another. Her lush and pouty lips are practically begging to be kissed.

“Brax.” She knows my intentions. There’s no way I can deny her this. Hell, there’s no way I can deny myself a taste of her.

“Shit,” I groan. My hand is on her lower hip, my thumb gliding where I’m sure no man has ever been, where I shouldn’t be, but fuck if I don’t say, Screw it. Her skin is warm to the touch on this May afternoon that’s slowly turning into evening. I can’t tell if her body is red from the sun or if it’s a blush that’s overtaken her body, but it’s something I want to explore.

“Come here, Rowen.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. She does what I demand without questioning me, and I know for a fact she’d listen to everything I say when we’re in the bedroom.

My body frames hers. My thumb doesn’t stop its path as it slides into the side of her bottoms. “Fuck,” I groan. She’s bare, completely fucking bare. I want my mouth on her pussy like it’s the last drink I’ll ever have.

“This for me, Rowen?” I question. Her body is slowly moving, her nipples puckered beneath her bathing suit top.

“God,” she purrs. She arches into my chest, rubbing those pretty tits of hers against me, chasing the orgasm I’m going to give her. My thumb finds her clit, wishing it were my lips wrapped around that bundle of nerves. This will have to do, for now.

“That’s not an answer, siren.” I stop my ministrations on making her come.

“Yes, Braxton, it’s for you.” With that, I give her exactly what she needs, my mouth landing on hers, taking her, owning her, and letting her know with my lips and tongue just what she does to me while her nipples are getting the attention they need against my naked chest, my thumb circling her clit, adding pressure when she moans into my mouth.

When she rips her mouth away from mine, coming on a long sigh, I make sure she knows she’ll be mine one day. Even if I have to fight my way through Bridger. It just can’t happen right now. I want her to live a little, explore what else the world has to offer, but she’ll know damn sure she’s it for me.

“Damn right, it’s for me. Only for me. You’ll wait for me too, won’t you,” I demand when she comes down off her high. I kiss her forehead, not wanting this to end, but I’ve already heard Bridger’s voice carry from the pool deck and I know she’ll need a minute so she doesn’t look freshly fucked.

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