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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>(Madd CrossFit #3) Chalk Dirty to Me</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Two years ago, Cannel Crow experienced the worst day of her life. She was taken from a supermarket, and forced to spend a year with a man that treated her worse than a neglected, chained up dog.<br />
One year later, she’s saved by a shadow organization that believes the law is a joke, and the only person you can count on is you.<br />
After another year, she finally realizes the law’s limitation firsthand when the man that bought her from human traffickers, and then forced her to comply to his every whim for a year, is given a plea bargain for names of others in the operation.<br />
Knowing that her abuser will spend the rest of his life in the lap of luxury under an assumed name, Cannel spirals.<br />
At least, she begins to. Then Wilhelm Schultz, call me Will, walks into her narrow world, larger than life, and changes her reality between one breath and the next.<br />
The abrasive, larger, gruff police detective sees the world in black and white. There is right, and there is wrong.<br />
Until he falls for a woman that needs him to see shades of gray.<br />
The second he sees the world like she needs him to, there’s not a single thing on the planet that’ll stop him from fighting for her.<br />
Not even the oath he swore to protect and do no harm.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/madd-crossfit-series-by-lani-lynn-vale">Madd CrossFit Series by Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>CHAPTER 1<br><br>The hole in a guitar is traditionally used to store soft cheeses and dried meats which are fed to the drummer when he does a good job.<br><br>-Text from Will to Cannel<br><br>WILL<br><br>“So you have the entire summer to yourself, kid free?”<br />
<br />
My partner, Brianna, looked at me with such excitement that it was hard not to feel my heartbeat speed up at the sight.<br />
<br />
I was a detective for Paris Police Department, and I had a really big fucking problem.<br />
<br />
I had a crush on my fucking partner.<br />
<br />
A big, flaming crush that was stupid, reckless, and honestly a bit embarrassing.<br />
<br />
She was ten years older than me, and I swear to God, she treated me like a child half the time.<br />
<br />
But I had a feeling that my feelings were returned.<br />
<br />
“I do,” I confirmed. “My nieces are going with my parents for the summer as they cruise around the world in their new luxury RV. I expect to hear from them in about two weeks asking me to come get them.”<br />
<br />
“Your parents are good with them, so I doubt that’ll happen,” she disagreed.<br />
<br />
I wasn’t so sure.<br />
<br />
My parents were good with their grandkids, sure. But the two kids, Petra and Ashlie, my nieces, were wild. They had always been wild.<br />
<br />
My parents were partially responsible for that since they spent half the time raising them with me.<br />
<br />
Their parents, my sister and her husband, had died in a wreck when they were very young. I’d spent the rest of my time raising them part time with my parents, and used to be my other sister, before she’d decided that it was too much work for her young heart to handle.<br />
<br />
That, and my sister, Nivea, found out that it was easier to pick up men without two kids in tow. That was after her time in rehab, of course. Though, that wasn’t to say that she didn’t give me a damn hard time whenever she felt like it.<br />
<br />
At least, until I took her to court.<br />
<br />
“Where is your head at right now?” Brianna asked.<br />
<br />
I grumbled under my breath as I jerked my head toward the hospital entrance. “You ready?”<br />
<br />
She rolled her eyes at my evasion, not bothering to hide her irritation.<br />
<br />
That was, likely, the reason she hesitated when it came to me and what she felt. We both had our reasons for hiding our feelings, but she was fresh off a failed twenty-year relationship and didn’t like when I didn’t immediately tell her what was wrong.<br />
<br />
Not that I blamed her for not liking my caginess.<br />
<br />
But I didn’t like the way it felt when she psychoanalyzed me.<br />
<br />
I wasn’t broken.<br />
<br />
She didn’t need to fix me.<br />
<br />
“Who are we talking to again?” she asked.<br />
<br />
I looked at my notepad that I’d taken notes on. “Her name is Cannel Cantrell Crow. She’s a nurse in the ICU. She said she would meet us down here by the ER entrance. She said she would be wearing blue scrubs. Tall…”<br />
<br />
My breath literally left me at the sight of the woman standing by the ER entrance.<br />
<br />
She was tall, all right. But not overly tall. About five foot eight, which was about eight inches shorter than me, and willowy.<br />
<br />
But damn if she didn’t know how to fill out a pair of joggers.<br />
<br />
At least, I thought they were joggers.<br />
<br />
But upon getting closer, I realized that they were scrubs made to fit like joggers.<br />
<br />
And the white tennis shoes she was wearing were beautiful against the slice of pale golden skin at her ankle.<br />
<br />
As I studied the beautiful woman, I wondered what nationality she was.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t place it.<br />
<br />
“I’m Greek.”<br />
<br />
I blinked, surprised to hear that husky, sexy voice answering the question that I knew for sure I didn’t ask aloud.<br />
<br />
My brows lifted as if to say, “Did I ask that?” and she flushed.<br />
<br />
“You were looking at me as if you were curious what my nationality was.” She hesitated. “Are you Detective Schultz and Detective Panacherie?”<br />
<br />
I swallowed hard and nodded, feeling like I had an apple lodged in my throat.<br />
<br />
“That’s us,” Brianna said, sounding miffed. “You are allowed to talk?”<br />
<br />
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m always allowed to speak. I just have to worry about HIPAA violations unless you actually have a need for me to talk to you. I can’t just speak about a patient in passing because I feel like it. That breaks the law.”<br />
<br />
I could tell that answer pissed Brianna off, and knowing she was about to start acting like a shrew with the poor woman who obviously did her job well, I broke into the silence. “Is there a place that we can speak privately?”<br />
<br />
Brianna shifted beside me when she started to realize that Cannel wasn’t going to look or talk to her.<br />
<br />
“I’m going to grab some coffee for us.” Brianna touched my shoulder, and I saw the way Cannel’s gaze narrowed on that touch. “Your regular?”<br />
<br />
I nodded once, and Brianna disappeared into the hospital to the floor that held the coffee cart.<br />
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Mavis always assumed that she would be in a hospital with the good drugs when her time came. Not in the middle of the road, with no one around but the damn town mechanic that hated her. But there she was, having a rock star’s baby, with no one to rely on but the one that let it be known around every turn that she was a horrible person.<br />
From the time that she met Murphy and became best friends with him at the age of eight, she knew he was destined for greatness. But then her grandmother fired Murphy’s mom, forcing them to live on the streets, and making Murphy to realize that maybe they weren’t best friends after all.<br />
Murphy loved Mavis. At least, he had when he was younger, before she betrayed him.<br />
From that moment forward, Murphy goes out of his way to stay the hell away from her, and always makes sure to never get too close. Even though everything inside of him screams to make contact.<br />
When he moves back to town after being gone for five years, he tries his best to stay away. But there she is at his CrossFit gym. Then having a baby on the side of the road. Oh, and breaking him a little more with each step she takes away.<br />
Eventually, they find their way back to each other. The only problem is, by the time that Mavis makes her way back into his heart, it breaks. And not in a rhetorical way. In the ‘he only has days to live’ kind of way.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/madd-crossfit-series-by-lani-lynn-vale">Madd CrossFit Series by Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>PROLOGUE<br><br>Sorry for the mean, accurate, awful things I said.<br><br>-Alessio Murphy Romano’s secret thoughts<br><br>ALESSIO MURPHY ROMANO<br><br>I liked the girl.<br />
<br />
A lot.<br />
<br />
I wasn’t sure why, because she was a girl after all, but she was pretty fun to play with considering.<br />
<br />
“Come to my favorite spot tomorrow,” Mavis ordered.<br />
<br />
I wasn’t about to tell her no, even though I should. Mavis was my favorite person in the world. Sweet, funny, caring and considerate—she was the complete package. Even at thirteen years old, I knew that Mavis was something special. Something unusual that most kids her age weren’t, especially when you considered who her grandmother was.<br />
<br />
“I’ll be there.”<br />
<br />
And I was.<br />
<br />
That next day, when I came to Mavis’s favorite spot, the old crone that employed my mother saw me.<br />
<br />
And guess who wasn’t there? Mavis. It was as if she’d done this on purpose—this invitation to her favorite spot, which just so happened to be smack dab in the middle of her grandmother’s favorite garden on the estate.<br />
<br />
I should’ve known in the beginning that this couldn’t be our ‘spot’ because of whose spot it actually was.<br />
<br />
At first, I didn’t realize that.<br />
<br />
Two hours later, my mom and I were kicked out. She lost her job and the included housing. We had nothing but our clothes, a few sentimental items and our car, and I learned the true meaning of being homeless.<br><br>PROLOGUE II<br><br>Bosshole-a person that turns into an asshole ten seconds after turning into the boss.<br><br>-Mavis to Fran<br><br>MAVIS<br><br>“Only you, Mavis Jean Pope.”<br />
<br />
I looked at my grandmother and felt the anger rise, but I didn’t take the bait.<br />
<br />
“Grandmother, it’s not like she knew that her birth control, as well as the double protection of a condom, wouldn’t be effective,” Fran, my baby sister, argued. “You seriously think that she would’ve done that if she knew? Because, I can guaran-damn-tee you that she wouldn’t have. Not when she’s getting close to finishing school.”<br />
<br />
I was in the downhill half of school. And my sister was right. I wouldn’t have experienced that crazy night if I’d known that it would interfere with my plans.<br />
<br />
But, seriously, that night I’d let loose. I might have done it anyway with how I’d been feeling thanks to my sister’s freak out in the middle of a store.<br />
<br />
Which got me to thinking.<br />
<br />
My grandmother really knew how to fuck people over.<br />
<br />
Pearl Pope, the most prestigious woman deep in the heart of Texas. Mrs. Yamboree Queen. Mrs. Well-to-do. Mrs. Kick people out when they’re hurting the most.<br />
<br />
“Why are you such a horrible person?” I asked with a snap, my temper fraying right along with my patience. “For one second, let’s not think about how this will affect your stupid self, and let’s consider how this will affect me.” I paused. “I’m in year four of my nurse anesthetist degree. That means clinicals. That means schooling out the ass. That means little to no time to be pregnant. So no, I of course wouldn’t choose this, for Christ’s sake. I would’ve waited. But, unlike you, I’m going to treat this like the miracle that it is, and thank God that I got pregnant and I’ll have a baby at the end of this. Then I’ll think about the fact that you won’t be there to be a part of his or her life.”<br />
<br />
I was taken back to another time where my grandmother had been an awful person to a little boy that lived on our property with his mother. His mother was a maid at my grandmother’s estate. She lived in her own little small house at the back of the property, and every once in a while, I would see Alessio, her son, running around the back part of our property.<br />
<br />
Until my grandmother asked them to leave because Alessio’s mother ‘couldn’t control her son.’<br />
<br />
My grandmother snorted. “The moment that you need money, you’ll be singing a different tune.”<br />
<br />
I might.<br />
<br />
Or I might not.<br />
<br />
Technically, I was a nurse. I made a hundred grand a year as it was. With my new degree that I would have at the end of this year, that would put me closer to the higher end of the hundreds. So no, I probably wouldn’t need this woman ever again.<br />
<br />
But, like my grandfather said, burned bridges didn’t allow you to turn around and go a different way. Burned bridges were for people that were resolute in their path.<br />
<br />
Was I resolute in my path? Probably not.<br />
<br />
But this was the moment in time that I needed to make a decision.<br />
<br />
“You can’t speak to me the way you’re speaking to me,” I finally said. “You may be my blood, but blood doesn’t make you family. Acting like a decent human being is obviously not your strong suit, so I guess that now’s the time to tell you that I want nothing more to do with you.”<br />
<br />
My grandmother’s eyes blazed.<br />
<br />
“Mavis…” Fran tried, but I was done.<br />
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			<span class="cat-links"><span class="screen-reader-text">Categories </span>Genre: <a href="http://www.ilovenovels.com/genre/alpha-male" rel="category tag">Alpha Male</a>, <a href="http://www.ilovenovels.com/genre/contemporary" rel="category tag">Contemporary</a>, <a href="http://www.ilovenovels.com/genre/romance" rel="category tag">Romance</a>, <a href="http://www.ilovenovels.com/genre/suspense" rel="category tag">Suspense</a></span> <span class="tags-links"><span class="screen-reader-text">Tags </span>Authors: <a href="http://www.ilovenovels.com/authors/lani-lynn-vale" rel="tag">Lani Lynn Vale</a></span> <span class="cat-links">Series: <a href="http://www.ilovenovels.com/series/madd-crossfit-series-by-lani-lynn-vale">Madd CrossFit Series by Lani Lynn Vale</a></span><br />	
	
	
	
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<div class='book-details-pages-words'><strong>Total pages in book: </strong>70<br /><strong>Estimated words: </strong>69428 (not accurate)<br /><strong>Estimated Reading Time in minutes: </strong>347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm) <br /></div><div class='pagination-custom-post-pages'><a href='#'><<<</a><a href='#'><</a><a href='#' class='active'>1</a><a href='?mypage=2'>2</a><a href='?mypage=3'>3</a><a href='?mypage=11'>11</a><a href='?mypage=21'>21</a><a href='?mypage=2'>></a><a href='?mypage=70'>70</a></div>	
	
	
	
	

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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>(Madd CrossFit #1) No Rep</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B095J2PRGN</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Taos was tired.<br />
Tired of everything that came with living. Not to the point where he was suicidal or anything, but tired enough that he just didn’t give a crap anymore.<br />
He’d seen all the ugliness this world had to offer due to his job as a police officer for way too many damn years of his less than stellar life. After finding a way to sustain his spending habits that didn’t include having criminals point guns at his face, he quits without a backward glance. Only, he just can’t step away from old habits.<br />
Old habits that have to do with a beautiful young woman that makes his heart feel like it isn’t nearly as broken as it is.<br />
Fran has experienced more than her fair share of crap. After an attack that nearly took her life, she stays hidden in her house, fearful that stepping out of her comfort zone will be the final nail in her coffin.<br />
Then her sister forces her to face her fears, and she joins Madd CrossFit.<br />
There, she meets the man that saved her life a year ago, and realizes rather quickly that he doesn’t even realize who he is to her.<br />
He’s everything she ever thought a man should be and wants nothing to do with her. Maybe she’ll have to give him a reason to look her way.<br />
And damned if she doesn’t find a way to do it. She didn’t plan on nearly getting killed for that to happen, though. At least not again.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/madd-crossfit-series-by-lani-lynn-vale">Madd CrossFit Series by Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>CHAPTER 1<br><br>Will work out for food.<br><br>-t-shirt<br><br>TAOS<br><br>“You ready?”<br />
<br />
I grimaced at those words. “I guess.”<br />
<br />
Madden grinned. “Come on, it’s not going to be that bad.”<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes.<br />
<br />
Ten years ago, I’d never have thought that I’d go into business with my best friend. I thought that I’d always be able to hide in the shadows, get my work done, and go home.<br />
<br />
Madden had forced me out of the shadows. He’d also forced me into instructing a bootcamp class at our CrossFit gym.<br />
<br />
I didn’t teach classes. At least not with any consistency. Madden taught them, and, if upon occasion, he needed an assist, I would reluctantly take over. But only until he was able to do his job.<br />
<br />
I was a silent partner.<br />
<br />
I lurked. I worked in the office. I worked out on my own when there were no other classes or people there. I went home and worked some more. What I did not do was teach classes until forced.<br />
<br />
Why I’d agreed to teach this bootcamp, I didn’t know.<br />
<br />
Call it a weak moment. My friend since we were kids had shamed me into doing it.<br />
<br />
I can’t do it myself. Everyone else is busy. This will be good for business.<br />
<br />
All things that he had thrown at me to get me to do it.<br />
<br />
Madden didn’t beg.<br />
<br />
But there’d been one woman, one of our veteran members, who’d all but implored us to start the bootcamp class so that she could have her sister join. And Madden, into her since she’d joined, hadn’t had the heart to tell her no.<br />
<br />
“It’s going to be really bad.” Sophia, Madden’s daughter, and my might-as-well-be daughter, looked over between the two of us. “Dad, Tay doesn’t teach classes. He works, works out, and then goes home where he works some more. You’re actually taking him away from another bestselling book right now.”<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes.<br />
<br />
I was an author of horror fiction.<br />
<br />
At first, writing had been a way to get me the fuck out of my own head and into someone else’s. Someone that had a hell of a better life than me.<br />
<br />
But eventually, when I sent my book to the publisher and it got accepted, my entire life changed.<br />
<br />
Well, the money in my life changed.<br />
<br />
Though, at this point my thoughts and scary dreams were serving a purpose. I just wrote those into my manuscripts rather than allowing them to continue to scare the absolute shit out of me.<br />
<br />
The door to the gym opened, and I groaned.<br />
<br />
I didn’t look behind me, mostly because I didn’t want to fuckin’ do this.<br />
<br />
But Madden would do the dirty work, he’d promised.<br />
<br />
Getting them signed into the system, signing their waivers, getting them ready for their first day.<br />
<br />
All I had to do, according to him, was teach the class.<br />
<br />
I could do that.<br />
<br />
“You’ll be okay, Tay,” Sophia whispered into my ear.<br />
<br />
I looked over to find her staring at me with the biggest blue eyes I’d ever seen.<br />
<br />
“I know,” I grumbled.<br />
<br />
When I’d first come into Sophia’s life, she’d been a baby. A tiny, very small baby.<br />
<br />
Her dad had become part of my extended family. Madden, Sophia, his daughter, and Jasper, his son. Our other best friend Haggard, and his kids, Clem and Boston.<br />
<br />
I wasn’t sure why I’d latched on to Madden so hard. I had just been adopted by my current family, just like Madden had been taken in by his foster family. After years of insecurity, I had needed a friend.<br />
<br />
I’d been just a teen myself, but the moment I’d seen Madden, so fuckin’ mad just like me, I’d instantly stuck out my hand and introduced myself.<br />
<br />
Then I’d told him that he needed a haircut because he looked like a douchebag.<br />
<br />
That’d been the start of our best friend relationship. And the start of his kids being in my life.<br />
<br />
There were times over the years that Madden—like Haggard, who’d entered the military young to help support his young kid and wife—had gone his own way, but we always made our way back to each other.<br />
<br />
After Madden’s divorce, he’d come home and moved into my place. After my divorce, I’d gone to his place. When we’d graduated from college, and neither one of us really knew what we wanted to do, we’d moved in together.<br />
<br />
Though we both always left, we never went far, and we never went long without speaking or seeing each other.<br />
<br />
And that included his kids.<br />
<br />
I didn’t have any of my own, and though his kids were both adults now, that didn’t change how I treated them.<br />
<br />
I was the really cool uncle.<br />
<br />
The one that would give them absolutely anything if they only asked.<br />
<br />
“So, Dad wasn’t going to say anything, but I think you need to know.” Sophia bit her lip.<br />
<br />
I grumbled under my breath. “Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say.”<br />
<br />
I had a feeling. That was why Mad had asked me to teach this class. Begged me.<br />
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