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Hard to Love Series by P. Dangelico – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Sat, 09 Sep 2017 01:57:33 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Hard to Love Series by P. Dangelico – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Bulldozer Read Online P. Dangelico (Hard to Love #3) http://www.ilovenovels.com/bulldozer-3-read-online-p-dangelico Sat, 09 Sep 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/bulldozer-3-read-online-p-dangelico Genre: Contemporary, Funny, Romance, Sports Authors: P. Dangelico Series: Hard to Love Series by P. Dangelico
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 86064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Bulldozer (Hard to Love #3)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	P. Dangelico
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B07H8SXHW7
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What happens when a single mother is forced to live with a grumpy, ailing football star? The smolder turns red hot of course. Amanda Shaw has pulled it together. It’s taken a couple of years, a boatload of hard work, and a ton of self-discipline, but she finally has her problems in a headlock. Her yoga studio in the city has become so successful she’s opening one near the beach, and her relationship with her ten year old son is improving every day. The last thing she needs is a monkey wrench thrown into her smoothly running life. Grant Hendricks is one big monkey wrench. The four time Defensive Player of the Year, three time NFL sack leader, and all around football god has officially hit rock bottom. A devastating back injury means he may have to retire and that scares him more than doctors telling him the next hit could leave him paralyzed. All he needs is a quiet place to think and his teammate’s beach house sounds like just the place. Problem is, the woman already living there. You know the drill, folks. This book is chock full of naughty words and steamy moments. Not for delicate sensibilities and anyone under 18.
Books in Series:	Hard to Love Series by P. Dangelico
Books by Author:	P. Dangelico Books

Chapter One

I learned a long time ago not to lay tracks too far ahead of Life, that she's a fickle bitch with a mind of her own and likes to have a say in which direction I travel. It's taught me to prepare for anything and everything…or so I thought.

“But I don’t wanna go with him,” insists the surly ten-year-old in the back seat of my Ford Explorer. “He’s toe cheese.”

That’s one I haven’t heard yet. Kind of gross but I’ll give him points for creativity.

“Excuse me? Did you just call your father toe cheese?” Squinting into the sunlight, I glance at my son in the rearview mirror and find Sam looking back with the same obstinate expression he gets when I tell him it’s time to turn off the Xbox.

Big gray eyes stare back at me from behind the new goggle glasses he has to wear for his farsightedness. Not my eyes––mine are dark blue. He got those from the father he just called toe cheese. The only things he inherited from me are his absurdly tall height for a kid his age and his shyness. It’s those gray eyes, however, that are telling me he’s ready to dig in for a fight.

“You said I can’t say shit,” he casually adds.

Nice. My hands tighten on the steering wheel and my gaze returns to the road ahead. The traffic is remarkably light on this sunny Saturday, even for mid-June. We’re on our way to the beach community of East Hampton, NY, for the summer where I’m opening a satellite location of The Bend, the yoga studio I own with my business partner and best friend, Devya Axelrod. It’s my job to get the annex up and running by the end of July, and as excited as I am about this new endeavor, I’m also bowel-cramping nervous because if I fail, we’ll take a huge financial hit that we simply cannot afford.

You guys need to expand, they said. Growth is how you stay relevant in such a competitive market, they insisted. If our business growth and expansion equals anywhere near that of my anxiety, we’ll be fine.

“That’s correct, you can’t.” This time when I glance back, I find him vacantly staring out the back seat passenger window. “Honey, those goggles are for playing basketball. Why don’t you wear your other glasses?”

“’Cause I like these,” he grumbles, pushing his brown disheveled mop of hair off his forehead. “I want to stay at the beach with you. Why can’t I?”

Hearing him sound so dejected makes my gut churn with guilt, a feeling I’m well acquainted with. And because of my old friend, guilt, I’m usually balancing between giving him everything he wants and being the parent he needs. There’s no getting out of this, though. This is beyond my control.

“It’s only two weeks,” I remind him. “Think of all the fun stuff you’ll get to do with your dad in California.” My chipper tone reeks of prime bullshit and my son being a bullshit expert sniffs it out right away.

Rolling his eyes, he pouts. “I don’t like California.”

“You were two when we left. You don’t remember California.” I swear you have to pass a bar exam to raise kids.

“Who’s gonna take care of Roxy?” Absently, he reaches out and pets his dog’s massive blockhead, staring out the window with a deeply thoughtful look on his face––a young man with the weight of the world on his small shoulders. He knows full well I’m the one that takes care of Roxy whether he’s around or not. Oblivious to the tension in the car, Roxy is happily drooling all over the new leather car seats. Excellent.

Ignoring the comment, I press my case. “And you can call him Dad, or Ronan. You can even call him Mr. McCabe. But I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to call him in pronouns.” Sam kicks the back of the passenger seat. “Or toe cheese,” I wince.

“Whatever.”

Yep, there it is again. Whatever has become the new normal, his answer to every discussion we have lately. And yet I don’t have the heart to correct him. He’s had to suffer the consequences of my crappy parenting skills. As far as I’m concerned, he’s entitled to complain.

Ronan is a virtual stranger, one that was forced upon him six months ago when his father came unexpectedly back into our lives. I use the term “father” loosely because we haven’t seen hide nor hair of him in seven years, much too busy living his own life. He knew where to find us. He just chose not to.

Regardless, now Ronan insists on spending time with his son and I certainly don’t want him taking me to court. Which he’s insinuated he would do if I don’t cooperate.

“You can’t make me talk to him,” Sam mutters. “And Uncle Cal said I could stay with them.” He kicks the back of the seat again. If I wasn’t traveling at forty miles per hour, I’d be banging my head against the steering wheel right about now.

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Sledgehammer Read Online P. Dangelico (Hard to Love #2) http://www.ilovenovels.com/sledgehammer-2-read-online-p-dangelico Mon, 09 Jan 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/sledgehammer-2-read-online-p-dangelico Genre: Alpha Male, Drama, Funny, Romance Authors: P. Dangelico Series: Hard to Love Series by P. Dangelico
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)

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Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	P. Dangelico
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	9781532332890
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Amber Jones is in a pickle. And when I say pickle, I mean deep do-do. She knew she shouldn’t have gone to her ex’s New Year’s Eve party. And she reeeaally didn’t mean to almost burn down his house. It was the chafing dish’s fault, dang it! Now she needs a good lawyer, stat. But where to find one? All work and no play make Ethan Vaughn a very sad and lonely lawyer. Not to mention horny. He really shouldn’t have agreed to help his best friend’s wife’s bestie with her imbroglio. Now she’s remanded on bail––and living in his house. The woman is a walking, talking category five hurricane. And considering his track record with women, he needs to stay as far away from this one as possible. Problem is, he just can't seem to make himself. Heads up folks, this little heroine has a propensity for prolific profanity. Our girl's got a potty mouth and strong opinions. If you are easily offended, this book is not for you. If you have delicate nerves, this book is not for you. If you are under 18, this book is definitely not for you. Consider yourself warned.
Books in Series:	Hard to Love Series by P. Dangelico
Books by Author:	P. Dangelico Books

Chapter One

You know how they say never to go to the supermarket when you’re hungry because you’ll make some seriously ill-advised choices if you let your baser instincts rule your intellect? Yeah, the same logic applies to agreeing to see your ex-fiancée when you’ve had a soul-sucking week. I call it a perfect storm of awful circumstances. The State of New York called it arson.

“Deputy Dipshit!” I rake the bottom of a very nice Jimmy Choo high-heeled sandal, purchased on clearance at the Saks On Fifth Outlet, against the bars of the tiny holding cell. Which only serves to remind me that its sole mate was lost somewhere at the scene of the alleged crime. Go ahead and add that to the heap of reasons I wish a stray asteroid would destroy the planet tonight.

“Deputy Dipshit! I’ll have you know I’ve been watching Law and Order since I was ten! I know my rights and I demand my phone call!”

“Ain’t no one gonna come if you keep at it like that,” a deep voice announces.

I look over my shoulder, at my one and only cellmate. Her long body is half hanging off of the metal bench, arm thrown over her eyes, wig askew.

“Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, princess, but it’s been ages since anyone’s been back here.”

“Name’s Cassandra. And they always come at the top of the hour.” Cassandra lifts her arm off her face and eyeballs the clock on the gray-green wall. “It’s almost two. Someone will be around soon.”

My inquisitive gaze glides over her expensive clothes and flawless make up. Interesting riddle, this Cassandra. She sits up and crams her feet back into what looks like size fourteen red patent heels. I’m momentarily shocked to discover that Louboutin makes pumps that size.

“Amber.” My eyes cut from her feet to her face. “Nice shoes.”

“Thanks.” While she adjusts the long, straight hair of her wig, her dark doe eyes sweep up and down my person. “Girl, you look like a broken down Cinderella. How’d you wind up in here anyways?”

“Bad company,” I mutter while fiddling with the ripped edge of the vintage Badgely Mishka dress I found in a consignment shop.

Cassandra exhales tiredly. “Let me guess––you stalkin’ yo ex, and show up at his house, and he married with five kids.”

“Not even close,” I reply dejectedly.

“Come on, Cinder. We probably here for another couple of hours. Might as well tell ol’ Cassandra the story.” From what I can tell, ol’ Cassandra doesn’t seem much older than me.

Under her gaze, I feel naked, her sharp eyes performing a thorough examination of my mind and finding every dangerous turn and polluted crevice. “You first.”

“Stalkin’ my ex. I showed up at his house, and he married with five kids.”

“Really?” I can’t keep the doubt out of my voice.

“No, not really. He has two kids.”

My eyes widen. “So…trespassing, or breaking and entering?”

Cassandra arches a well-groomed brow. “Nothing that exciting. Jaywalking. Also known as walking while fabulous,” she replies with elocution that would’ve made linguistics expert Henry Higgins proud.

“You got arrested for walking?”

“If you must know, I was leaving my boyfriend’s––” Her eyes narrow, lips press tight. “Ex-boyfriend’s house.” The dramatic pause is underscored with a sideways glance. “And on my way to the train station, the friendly neighborhood East Hamptons’ officer came along. We got into it when he decided to write me a ticket for jaywalking. Which turned into public indecency. Which turned into resisting arrest.”

“I burned down my ex’s parents’ house,” I blurt out. That confession felt better than it should.

Cassandra sifts her perfectly manicured fingers through her long hair. “Good for you, Cinder.”

“Not all of it. Just a small part––and it wasn’t on purpose.”

“Right. That’s what I said when my boyfriend’s wife found me on my knees.”

I snort. “No, really. It was an accident.”

Less than twenty minutes later, Cassandra has given me the Cliff Notes to her life story, how Christopher Hart was reborn Cassandra Hart, and I’m knee deep in my latest tale of woe.

“Who puts drapes in the kitchen?! And how is it my fault that someone spilled an entire bottle of booze on the floor?” Her serene eyes follow me as I wear out the concrete of the holding cell. “He watched them arrest me and said nothing!” Words are flying around as fast and loud as live ammunition.

“Jones? Amber Jones,” a male voice yells. I rush to the edge of the cell and shove my face as close to the bars as I can without actually touching them.

“In here!”

Deputy Dipshit walks up with his eyes glued to the clipboard he’s holding. “Time for your phone call.”

“I can’t wait to tell my lawyer how many different ways my civil rights have been violated this evening.” At my fit of pique, Deputy D looks bored. “And hers,” I say, pointing at Cassandra.

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Wrecking Ball Read Online P. Dangelico (Hard to Love #1) http://www.ilovenovels.com/wrecking-ball-1-read-online-p-dangelico Wed, 09 Nov 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/wrecking-ball-1-read-online-p-dangelico Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance, Sports Authors: P. Dangelico Series: Hard to Love Series by P. Dangelico
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Wrecking Ball (Hard to Love #1)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	P. Dangelico
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	9781532316036
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Cam DeSantis’ life is a hot, steaming pile. How else would you describe losing your husband, your job, and your money all at once? Desperate times call for desperate measures, so when salvation comes in the form of one intolerable a-hole, who just happens to be the starting quarterback for the vaunted NY Titans, she has no choice but to accept his offer as a live-in nanny slash teacher for his eight year old nephew. Now all she has to do is find a safe place in her mind to hide whenever she feels the need to throat punch him into tomorrow…which is often. Calvin Shaw has zero interest in women. Wait, wait––let me rephrase that. He loves women, he just doesn’t want anything to do with ‘um. Not since his wife, presently ex-wife, got knocked up by the guy she was cheating on him with. Problem is...there’s one living in his house. And he doesn’t know what’s worse, that he promised to be civil, or that he’s attracted to her. The protagonist of this stand alone novel has a propensity for profanity and sexual shenanigans. You've been warned.
Books in Series:	Hard to Love Series by P. Dangelico
Books by Author:	P. Dangelico

Chapter One

Cautionary tale ladies, never marry a man who quotes the movie Wall Street like it’s his Bible. If Gordon Gekko is his idol, it’s time to pack your bags. Trust me, I wish somebody had given me the heads up.

“Sign here and here––” instructs the vulture also known as the federal prosecutor, “and this case will officially be closed.” He pushes the stack of papers across the conference table. I grab the pen my lawyer hands me and pause.

“What about the money in my checking and personal savings accounts?”

“Claw back.” He always delivers the worst news in a soft, gender-ambiguous, yet effectively scary voice. I know it well by now. A filthy smile tips up the corners of his mouth. My unflinching glare convinces him to put a lid on it. Then I glance askance at my overpaid lawyer who, as usual, has nothing to add. “Mrs. Blake, the more we recover, the better this will go for you in the event a civil suit is filed.”

“Let me get this straight,” I say, exasperated beyond measure because after living this nightmare for three years, I have no patience or filter left. “Even though my husband never used any of the investor’s money for our personal use, you can still confiscate every single thing we own?”

“Mrs. Blake––” he says very softly.

“But he was only covering losses!”

“Mrs. Blake––your husband could’ve stopped after one, two, even three years. But he didn’t. He ran this Ponzi scheme until his unfortunate demise. And had he lived, there’s a very good chance he’d still be running it. In the last five years of his life, he didn’t earn an honest dollar. Who do you think owns all that stuff?”

I swear if he says ‘Mrs. Blake’ one more time I’m going to take this pen and drive into my carotid artery. He has a point though. The management fees Matt had been charging hadn’t been honestly earned when all he managed to do was lose money for his clients.

“Like I said, there’s still a very good chance the victims will file a civil suit,” he repeats, delivering this precious gem with a gleam in his hard eyes.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out…cannot have a panic attack now.

The last thing I want to do is to reward the sadistic turd. I check my mental Rolodex for a soothing image to focus on and get a momentary flash of my husband instead.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe…breathe, bitch, breathe before you pass out.

It’s incomprehensible to me how Matt could have done such a thing. Matthew Edward Blake was my high school sweetheart, the love of my life, the ying to my yang. He was the man I shared my first dance, first kiss, first everything with. He was also the man that had been lying to me for years. And I didn’t have a goddamn clue.

You can’t blame me. We didn’t lead an extravagant life. Idyllic, maybe, but not extravagant. That is, right up until three years ago, when on a cold winter night the police showed up at my front door to inform me that my husband’s car had to be fished out of the Hudson River, along with his body, and the course of my life was forever altered.

That was just the beginning. The investigation came next.

Ambition was always a facet of Matt’s personality. That was never in question. So he liked bright shiny objects, so what. Matt wasn’t greedy. He was always kind and generous with those around him. Hence, I chose to see it as a positive. My ambitions were of a different nature. Being a good wife. Making sure every child that entered my third grade classroom received the best education possible. That’s all that has ever mattered to me.

Did I have aspirations that included becoming a CEO of a fortune five hundred company? No. Did I dream of winning a Pulitzer? No. Qualifying for the Olympics? Mmmnnno. And if that sets the feminist movement back fifty years, then so be it.

For a while, I considered getting a Masters in child development. Until Matt persuaded me that I would eventually be too busy raising our children. There was nothing ever unreasonable about what he wanted. He never gave me cause to doubt him. Therefore, as a good wife, I supported my man. I’m a team player after all, loyal to a fault. If Matt wanted the house in Connecticut that we really couldn’t afford, I went along with it. When he got me the BMW I said I didn’t need or want––well, he was just being generous.

Things are nice, but I had family, friends, and the love of my life. Matt always wanted more. It was never enough. There was a certain restlessness in him that I never cared to look at too closely. In hindsight, I wish I had––I’ll forever be sorry I was too much of a coward to deal with it––because something keeps needling my conscious like a splinter I can’t see yet can feel every so often. And now that he’s gone, I’ll never know where it all went wrong.

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