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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)

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This grouchy, high stakes gambler falls first when he comes face to face with a beauty that wants nothing to do with him. He’s ready to change his ways for her but turns out, she’s already spoken for.I’m on a heater in an all-night penthouse poker game when the host throws me a curve ball. One hand, all in, and if I lose?

Not only do I give up the pile of winnings in front of me, I have to play in his daughter’s charity softball game the next day. She needs a ringer and apparently, that’s me.

No way am I losing this hand. I’m not into charity anything. And kids? Outside of my nieces and nephews, I have zero interest.

But, when a blonde bombshell with ivory skin and lips to die for walks in, tosses me a look, then walks back out without a word, she throws me way off my usual game.

Still, I’m a man of my word, so I show up at the field the next day, and who do I find? It’s the stunning sweet cheeks from the night before standing on the pitcher’s mound staring me down. She’s got zero interest in playing any games with me besides softball but I’m pulling out all the stops.

She’s got me swinging for the fences. Only, her father has other ideas on who she’s going to spend the rest of her life with and it’s not me.

Too bad. My future father-in-law is about to strike out and I’m hitting a home run. With his daughter.

Author’s It’s root, root, root for the home team when this hero who dances on the line between upstanding citizen and unsavory lawbreaker gets his first hit of his one and only. Her father has other ideas, but it’s summer insta-love with scorching temps, no cheating, and a hard-headed heroine who makes this hero go nine-innings for the win.

Get in on the second book in the LOVE ALWAYS FINDS A WAY series! This is Cyrus's story, Tor and Sophia's brother from the first two books in the series! These are short, sultry, summer treats. Enjoy!

Previously published under the same title. This book has been re-edited, additional content added and re-written in some portions but the general storyline remains the same.

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Chapter One

Cyrus

Inever believed there was some great tipping point in life where you find your center. Where you start to feel content.

It’s more a long series of bumpy roads that eventually wear out your emotional shock absorbers.

That’s what I believed down into my soul until last night, when I saw the angel that has me questioning whether I’ve had it wrong all along.

That’s the thought running through my head as I walk through the door to my Saturday morning pancake breakfast at my brother Tor and his wife Natalie’s house.

I let myself in through the back door, the screaming of a toddler echoes down the hall overshadowing the singing of Moana from the TV in the living.

Their oldest daughter has already decided she wants to be a Polynesian princess when she grows up and good for her for figuring out her goals early in life.

I’m early this morning because I headed straight here after an all-night poker game but early around here doesn’t matter.

Everyone here is up at the fucking crack ass of dawn because they’ve been popping out kids like Tic-Tacs since they met four years ago, and from what I can tell, kids do not believe in sleep.

That is one of the only things I have in common with kids. I don’t sleep. I do whatever possible to avoid it. I hate dreams. Ever since I took a line drive to the head playing college baseball, the dark claws of nightmares straight from hell have dug their claws into my subconscious.

In the dark hours of my rare slumber, I’m usually fighting for my life against a shadowy black figure. I’m smothering and flailing at the air, screaming and kicking.

On my first night home from the hospital recovering from that injury, my mom insisted on staying overnight as mother’s do. About 2 AM, she heard me yelling and came into shake me awake when she realized I was dreaming.

To thank her, I punched her in the eye. That punch could have killed her. She never got upset or shamed me for it, but I never forgave myself and have done everything in my power to avoid sleep ever since.

So, since then, I’ve become a connoisseur of caffeine and bad moods. But, my big fucking problem right now is I can’t stop thinking about the glimpse of the blonde goddess from last night’s poker game. My head is pounding along with my dick and I hate myself for not bailing out of the game last night to follow her.

“You take the table? Or,” My brother Tor sizes me up on a low chuckle as we stand in his all-white kitchen with multi-colored scribbles and crude drawings on all the walls from about three feet down. He shakes his head, rubbing his tired eyes, “Looks more like the table took you.”

I growl into my palm, knowing there is no use faking it with him. He’s two years older nearly to the day, but we’re more like twins to be honest.

“And why the fuck are you wearing sunglasses?” He grunts turning to the coffee maker and pouring me a huge mug of the steaming liquid.

“I’ve been up all-night motherfucker. Morning is my night.” That’s not all together untrue, but I’m also hiding the shiner from my fight with the security guards at the game.

He hands the mug my way, which I take gratefully but while I’m distracted, he reaches out and snatches my glasses off my face. “What the fuck?”

He laughs running a hand down his face. “I sure hope to shit the other guy looks worse than you.”

“There was this distraction.” I shake my head, trying to get the image of the blonde’s spankable ass and life-changing tits to leave me the fuck alone for a few seconds. “Man, there was this girl. This fucking girl. I’ve never been distracted by a female before.”

I take a sip of the coffee, twisting my hand looking down at my watch. It’s been eight hours and thirty-six minutes since I saw her walking out from the hallway at the penthouse where I was in a hundred grand buy in Texas Hold ‘Em game. I got maybe a three second look at her while we locked eyes, then she turned and made her way out the front door like it was nothing.

Three fucking seconds that rocked my fucking world.

I don’t know what she was doing there. The group is always men. Niko Farkas who runs this particular game is a misogynist of the highest order.

This girl gave me a boner and a vision of the future, with wavy ivory hair brushing her shoulders and pink lips that made me dream of spending a lifetime kissing her. My cock came alive right then and has been driving me fucking nuts ever since. I figured she had to be one of the other players’ mistresses or evening’s entertainment, which only fucked with my head more.

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One Chance (Love Always Finds A Way #2) Read Online Dani Wyatt http://www.ilovenovels.com/one-chance-love-always-finds-a-way-2-read-online-dani-wyatt Mon, 08 Jul 2024 20:38:49 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/one-chance-love-always-finds-a-way-2-read-online-dani-wyatt Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella, Virgin Authors: Dani Wyatt Series: Love Always Finds A Way Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)

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This career focused chef has no time or interest in love. But, rum, tropical nights and a storm have her stranded and indulging in a vacation romance that will be hard to leave behind.
First, my flight is delayed, and I miss most of the first night of food, fun and frolicking with my friends.

Second, by the time I get to the resort, they are all flying high and I’m ready to turn around and hop the first flight back home and go back to work.

Then, one of my so-called friends snaps off my bikini top at the swim up bar and before I know it, the hulking, dark eyed security guard at the hotel has me strapped to the back of his motorcycle heading into the jungle.

I’m down for some adventure sure, but when a tropical storm whips up and strands us at his beachfront cabana (where he never seems to wear a shirt and I’m not complaining) a little adventure turns into something bigger.

Way bigger.

He’s demanding and grouchy and treats me like I’m a princess. Only, when my brothers show up wondering what’s happened to me, tropical fantasy time is over and real life comes crashing down.

It was fun while it lasted. I’ll be leaving my heart and my V-card under the palm trees wishing our two worlds would collide again. And next time, forever.

Author’s This vacation fling turns into a sizzling steamer trunk full of hotness. These two brave the storm but end up causing their own sort of tsunami under the stars. This hero doesn’t suffer fools and when he sees what’s his on display for all to see, he takes his prize and claims her as his own. Insta-love and over the top, no cheating and a happily ever after topped off with a little paper umbrella.

Get in on the second book in the LOVE ALWAYS FINDS A WAY series! This is Sophia’s story, Tor’s sister from TWO WRONGS Book 1. These are short, sultry, summer treats. Enjoy!

Previously published under the same title. This book has been re-edited, additional content added and re-written in some portions but the storyline remains the same.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter One

Sophia

My stomach knots as my monster-sized brother Tor pulls his monster-sized black Maybach to the curb in front of the terminal doors.

The skycap tips his head toward the tinted windows as he approaches and the tap tap tap of my molars clicking together keeps time with my speeding heartbeat. I know I’ve forgotten something.

Did I put the Dark Opal basil on the produce order?

What if a food critic pops in for a meal, and I’m not there?

I don’t remember if I told the sommelier to watch the thermostat on the upper cooler. It was off by two degrees yesterday…

I swallow and wonder for the hundredth time in the twenty-minute drive to the airport if bailing on my annual trip with friends from my culinary institute days is an option.

I press on a smile as Natalie, Tor’s wife of four years—who has become one of my best friends—turns to look at me from the passenger seat.

“I miss margaritas,” she says, one hand on her eight-month pregnant belly as Tor flashes her a look. “I’m pretty sure this whole situation here was the result of a few too many margaritas, if I remember.”

She winks at me as my brother grunts. Shifting in my seat, the leather makes a loud stuttering squeak as I dig my fingertips into my palms.

I hate being away from my restaurant. It’s like leaving a helpless infant in the care of a gang of psychotic toddlers.

“I don’t need margaritas to knock you up,” my oldest brother grumbles. “My super sperm hit the mark every time.”

“Oh my God. Please.” I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head. “Stop. I’m still working on getting the image of you two on my desk four years ago out of my mind. I do not need to hear anything about margaritas and super sperm…”

Natalie chirps on a giggle and shrugs as Tor reaches over and pinches her chin, giving her a look that I know means as soon as I’m inside the airport, he’s going to find a spot to park the car and do some things I don’t want to think about.

“Maybe you’ll find yourself a little ‘knockered’ on vaca,” Natalie says on a smile as Tor presses his fingers over her mouth.

“Don’t say that to her. She’s not getting knockered-anything, not as long as I’m alive.” He clears his throat, drumming the fingers not touching his wife on the steering wheel, his nostrils flaring, then turns to me. “Call if you need anything, anytime. Either me or Cyrus will hop on a plane or make some phone calls…whatever you need. I didn’t like the sound of how things went last year on this trip of yours. Your so-called friends sound like morons.”

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Two Wrongs (Love Always Finds A Way #1) Read Online Dani Wyatt http://www.ilovenovels.com/two-wrongs-love-always-finds-a-way-1-read-online-dani-wyatt Sat, 22 Jun 2024 18:37:54 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/two-wrongs-love-always-finds-a-way-1-read-online-dani-wyatt Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Authors: Dani Wyatt Series: Love Always Finds A Way Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)

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Grumpy and sworn off love, this hot shot divorce attorney never expected a second chance with the curvy brunette that holds his career in her hands.

Ending marriages has been my life’s focus. I’m an expensive, pay-by-the minute legal predator for my clients wishing to end their former happily ever afters. The work suits me and until I saw the little pin-up princess in the red dress sitting at the bar, I never thought I’d find mine.

As soon as I get eyes on her, I put a period end of the world’s worst blind date and watch her eat a panna cotta like It’s changing her life.

What she doesn’t know is she’s changing mine.

Unfortunately, this brazen beauty disappears before I can secure her into my life or even find out her name. Enter fate. When I walk into my mandatory anger management training the next day, guess who’s calling the shots?

Soon, I’ll be the one with my hands on her and this time, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get away.

Unless, a mysterious vengeful enemy takes away my happily ever after before it begins.

Author’s This over-the-top alpha goes to some extreme lengths to make sure his little retro future bride doesn’t give him the slip a second time. His methods may be less than legal, but he’s full-on focused on the end game. Getting her in his bed, tied to him in every way possible before she can even think of slipping away. Safe, no cheating ever and a happily ever after at the speed of light.

Get in on the first book in the LOVE ALWAYS FINDS A WAY series! This is Tor, the oldest brother’s story. These are short, sultry, summer treats. Enjoy!

Previously published under the same title. This book has been re-edited, additional content added and re-written in some portions but the storyline remains the same.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter One

Tor

Two things in this world excite me.

Winning.

And not losing.

I’m a single-minded predator who takes no prisoners. I’m not there to bring people together. I’m there to bulldoze proceedings, blow up precedent, and exploit every fucking weakness.

I come at every divorce case like an angry grizzly bear.

The job itself sucks. But the winning? Does not.

I’m driven to right the wrongs of the past, without caring who gets destroyed in the process.

Ninety-nine percent of my clients are women, by my own choice. I like women. And I like fucking over the men who made their lives hell. That’s not to say some of my female clients aren’t equal contributing factors in the demise of their marriages. I’ve just spun my business model in their direction, so they tend to be the ones that seek me out.

I’m a pain in the ass to work with. I know that.

My insane drive to come out on top has made me a shitty colleague. I see it on the faces of the paralegals, assistants, interns, opposing counsel, admins. Fear, mostly.

As managing partner of Hicks, Saman and Blunt, I’m supposed to be setting an example, but turns out I suck at setting examples, except when it comes to my case record. There, I’m on top. Always.

But as for the rest of it? The protocols and politeness and all that shit?

Let’s just say, there have been… complaints. A lot of them. HR hates my guts. And now, after the fifth anonymous complaint called in to our bullshit “Speak Up” program, some cream-centered staff member is fucking with my time.

I’m stuck wasting half my day tomorrow sitting in on an Intensive Anger Management Training session.

Fuckers.

I agreed, in order to appease the HR gods at their altar of three-ring binders. I agreed to avoid a potential lawsuit, and trouble with the bar association should things get worse. I agreed to the lesser pain to avoid the bigger one.

But it’s gonna be such bullshit.

Tomorrow, my anger will be managed. Or elevated.

I’m betting on the latter.

Because, in order to appease another God, named Gran, I agreed to go on a blind date tonight.

More bullshit.

I’m in a genuinely shitty mood as I bring the white porcelain cup of steaming Turkish coffee to my lips and glance at the wall where an image of a pepperoni pizza doubles as a clock.

At least I made the date at my sister’s restaurant, so I know the food will be good.

The sous chef chopping on the stainless-steel counter sounds like the rat-tat-tat of a machine gun.

“This is a fucking waste of time,” I mutter as I stare at the clock hands, willing them to go faster. The sooner the time comes, the sooner I can duck out and get back to my life.

How many grandsons have given up a perfectly good evening alone to go on a blind date, just because their grandmother is a master manipulator?

If she thinks there’s any chance I’ll find a wife in the deal, she’s all wrong. She thinks at thirty-six years old, I should have this marriage and family deal worked out, but it’s never been my focus and I doubt it ever will be.

“Tor!” My brother’s voice mixes with the sounds of the busy kitchen.

Cyrus is two years younger and practically my twin, except he got my dad’s dark, soulless eyes while I lucked out with my mother’s. He wins the height contest by just an inch at 6’6”, but I’ve got him on weight by about twenty pounds. And I’m marginally, fractionally prettier, which isn’t saying much because we’re both sporting ill-healed broken noses from our teen years and Cro-Magnon foreheads.

You won’t see us on the cover of GQ, that’s for sure.

I shoot him a glare as I set down my coffee. He throws up his hands, coming through the kitchen with an exasperated smirk.

“Do me a favor. Go start a grease fire. Then I could get out of this motherfucking date.”

He chuckles with a merciless twinkle in his eyes. He’s been busting my balls since the first day he could talk. “Gran would never forgive you. Besides, better you than me, bro. You’re the oldest, so you’re up first.”

“Fuck.” I run a hand over my head to the back of my neck and grip the rock-hard muscle, trying to unknot the tension. “She serves up guilt like Mike Tyson’s left hook.”

He screws up his face, turning over one hand as if to say, ‘Yeah, so? What’s new?’.

“Don’t be so mean, you two. She just wants you to be happy.” My sister Sophia’s sarcastic contribution chimes from over my shoulder.

“I am fucking happy,” I grouse, wondering why everyone is so goddamn interested in my happiness when I am fucking, goddamn happy.

Sophia marches our way from behind the pass, slipping a pen into the sleeve pocket of her chef’s jacket, her ink-black hair piled on top of her head in a chaotic disaster of a bun.

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