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One Night With You Series by Mia Brody – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Sat, 22 Jun 2024 18:37:53 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png One Night With You Series by Mia Brody – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Mine Always (One Night With You #3) Read Online Mia Brody http://www.ilovenovels.com/mine-always-one-night-with-you-3-read-online-mia-brody Sat, 22 Jun 2024 18:37:53 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/mine-always-one-night-with-you-3-read-online-mia-brody Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Insta-Love Authors: Mia Brody Series: One Night With You Series by Mia Brody
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)

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She’s my best friend’s little sister and I’m the big, bad wolf…

Lacey Holt

After waiting for “The One”, I’ve decided to give up on the idea and have a steamy night of passion. So after a late night, I hire a “boyfriend by the hour”. Only the guy who shows up to cash my V-card isn’t the one I ordered…

Ryan Ford

I’ve kept my hands off my best friend’s little sister. But a man can only take so much and when I learn that sweet Lacey is looking for a night to remember, I’ll be the only one to satisfy her wicked desires.

Get ready for an older alpha, a curvy woman, and a sinful one-night fling in Mine Always. There’s NO cheating and NO cliffhangers. Just a sweet, sexy HEA.

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LACEY

I scroll through my phone while my pancake browns, looking for a notification that my date has canceled. But there’s no cancellation, only a message that my “boyfriend by the hour” as the website called him will be meeting me Saturday night.

I close my eyes and try to picture the suave, handsome man who was promised to satisfy my dirty cravings. But all I can see is an image of Ryan, my older brother’s hot best friend. A man who also happens to be my roommate and sixteen years older than me. Off limits in every way and also not interested in me even a little bit.

My screen lights up with a call from an unknown number and I answer quickly, wondering if it’s about my date.

But it’s not about that.

It’s another automated message from the nearby art school, reminding me I only have a few days left to confirm my acceptance if I want to join the fall semester.

I sent some artwork into the prestigious university a few months ago on a whim. I never expected to hear anything back, let alone that they accepted me.

It still feels surreal to think that somewhere out there, I’m actually wanted even if it’s only by a school.

I’ve spent my life as a foster kid, being bounced from one place to the next. Even my half-brother whose doorstep I landed on seems hesitant to accept me.

The social worker’s voice from the past echoes in my head, “Some girls just aren’t wanted. They’re not loveable enough.”

For the first time in years, I let myself drag out the memories I keep locked away in a box in my mind. That little red house on Stonewell Drive. Having a mom who put bows in my hair before school. Getting help with my homework from a dad. Eating meals with a family.

I should have known that wouldn’t last. Nothing good does.

The scent of burned pancake hits my nostrils just as the fire alarm screeches, alerting everyone in the apartment building that I’m a cooking disaster.

I shut off the burner then glance in the direction of Ryan’s bedroom. Eric, my brother, probably slept at the office again. But I hate waking Ryan. He rarely sleeps due to chronic insomnia.

Since I’m barely five two in heels, I grab a kitchen chair and use it as a makeshift ladder, hoping I can stop the noise before Ryan is awake.

I manage to shut it off and in the sudden silence, I hear his husky voice. “What are you burning this time?”

His sudden appearance startles me, and I tip forward in the chair, headed to the chipped linoleum.

Ryan’s reflexes are still fast from his years in the Marines. He catches me, his strong hands going around my chunky hips and keeping me upright. This close to him, I can see the flecks of blue in his Atlantic gaze and the hint of gray starting around his temples.

“Huh, purple,” he says softly.

I dyed my hair a lavender color last night. Years of ducking out and avoiding people have taught me how to quickly change my appearance. I haven’t had to hide out from anybody in a long time. But I get bored easy these days.

Suddenly, I’m aware that my chest is against Ryan’s. Despite the black t-shirt he’s wearing, my nipples tighten at the connection with the hard planes of his body.

Ryan’s breathing hitches but that has to be a reaction to moving so quickly to catch me. Something flickers across his face then his gaze drops to my lips.

For one heart-stopping moment, I think he’s going to kiss me and I’m pretty sure that would be the most amazing thing to ever happen to me. I’ve never been kissed.

“Pancakes!” I exclaim, in answer to his earlier question about what I’m burning. Great timing as always.

Ryan blinks and the spell he was under is broken.

“Letting go.” His words are deep as he loosens his hold on my hips.

My body slides slowly down his, and I feel his arousal against my stomach through the thin material of his track pants.

There’s an answering rush of wet heat in my panties even as I know that his excitement can’t possibly be my fault. He must have been having a sexy dream.

“Do you want some?” I ask, trying to get back on familiar ground with Ryan. I blush as soon as I realize it sounded like I just propositioned him. “I meant, pancakes. Would you like some pancakes?”

Ryan shakes his head as if he’s clearing the cobwebs from it. “You gave up carbs last week.”

He was on a trip to Egypt for the company where he and I both work, Alpha Defense Industries. It’s some type of government defense contractor and Ryan heads the legal team.

I’m just a gopher there, someone who runs errands and does menial tasks. My brother got me the job. Still, the pay is decent, even if it’s not enough to cover my tuition at the fancy art school. But it’s OK. Girls like me don’t get to dream. I learned that one a long time ago.

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Mine Forever (One Night With You #2) Read Online Mia Brody http://www.ilovenovels.com/mine-forever-one-night-with-you-2-read-online-mia-brody Sat, 22 Jun 2024 18:37:52 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/mine-forever-one-night-with-you-2-read-online-mia-brody Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Insta-Love Authors: Mia Brody Series: One Night With You Series by Mia Brody
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)

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Writing sexy stories about my hot alpha boss is harmless entertainment until he finds out about them…

Katie Hunter

I’ve been crushing hard on my boss for my months now. Instead of telling him how I feel, I turn to writing stories about him. Sexy stories that involve him doing naughty things to me. There’s no harm in that…until I accidentally send him my latest story.

Michael Morgan

I’ve been taking cold showers since the day I hired Katie as my personal assistant. After she accidentally shows me her alter ego, I can’t hold back any longer. I have to kiss her and once I do, I know that I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

Get ready for an older alpha, a curvy woman, and combustible chemistry in Mine Forever. There’s NO cheating and NO cliffhangers. Just a sweet, sexy HEA.

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KATIE

Everyone handles crushes differently. Some people confidently approach the object of their affections and try to romance them.

Me, I took to writing about mine. Mainly, because the object of my affection is my sexy boss, Michael Morgan. He’s older than me…by like a lot. He’s richer than me…by like a lot. He’s everything I shouldn’t want…but do.

So, I’ve turned my little fantasies about him into dirty stories. I publish them on the internet under a pen name. I have millions of readers around the globe, eagerly waiting for the next installment of my naughty series, Dirty Contract.

I spend my lunch breaks secretly writing, typing about the filthy things I want him to do to me. The things I want to do to him.

Meanwhile, he sits across the hall in his office with the door open. He doesn’t have a clue that in my mind he’s pushing me up against his desk and having his wicked way with me.

But today is different because it’s Friday. Friday means he’ll go for a long lunch to spend time with his daughter.

He pauses in front of my desk. He’s dressed the same as he is every day in a fitted black button down with dark slacks. “Are you working through lunch again, Ms. Hunter?”

His rectangular glasses frame blue eyes that never seem to miss a detail when he looks at me. If there was an edition of GQ dedicated solely to the silver fox, Michael Morgan would grace the cover.

I minimize the next installment, not willing to let him discover my secret lunchtime project. “Someone has to keep this place running, Mr. Morgan.”

“Remind me to give you a raise.” He starts toward the office door then pauses and turns back to me with a sheepish expression. “The Wagner Contract.”

I give him a longsuffering sigh because I like teasing him. “You lost it in your inbox. Send it again.”

Michael loves his work, but he hates the details like keeping track of the documents, dates, and other vital information. The man is hopeless when it comes to that stuff. I’m forever giving him reminders and making sure he shows up on time for his appointments.

He frowns. “It’s only the second time this week.”

“Third,” I say in a sing-song voice. I pull up my email while glancing at him. “Better make sure your head is sewn on tight. You have the masquerade tomorrow night.”

He scowls at me. “That’s why I have you to accompany me. Best assistant on the East Coast.”

“And Atlas,” I quickly point out. His daughter will also be with us. It’s a relief in a way because it keeps me from imagining the fancy event as a date.

He nods. “Do you have that research for me?”

I pull the blue folder from my tidy desk and hand it to him. It’s a list of all the families attending the masquerade and it includes a note of which ones have sons around his daughter’s age.

Michael is always working on a project. If I had to guess, his latest one is finding his college daughter a boyfriend.

He accepts the folder, our fingers brushing. It sends a tingle down my spine and I fight a shiver.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but there’s a knock on the door.

Eric, the head of cyber security here at Alpha Defense Industries, pokes his head into the room. “Ready when you are, Michael.”

Michael passes the folder back to me. “Add it to my desk.” Then he leaves without another word.

His desk is an overflowing mess of folders. It’s the place where organized projects go to die.

Instead, I stand and move to the filing cabinet across the room. My white heels clack against the marble office floor while the full white skirt of my dress swishes as I approach it.

The crinoline brushes against my thighs with every step, but I like dressing in vintage clothing. I love the way it makes me feel sexy and flatters my curvy figure.

When I’m done with that, I open my document again and lose myself in a world where I actually have a chance with Michael.

Michael

After I return from lunch, Katie’s face is pink as she peers at her computer screen. I make a mental note to ask her what projects she works on during lunch that fluster her so much.

Then I wonder if she’d blush like that if she was under me. I instantly force myself to dismiss the thought. No matter how many times I think about her, it’d be wrong to pursue her.

But that doesn’t mean that I’m not taking cold showers because of her. Or adding countless hours to my gym sessions. Anything to avoid picturing her in those vintage clothes she wears.

She always looks like a fifties housewife that stepped out to run a few errands. It torments me the way lace peeks out from under those little dresses. Every time I see it, I think about sticking my head under my skirt and seeing if she wears matching white lace panties.

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Mine Tonight (One Night With You #1) Read Online Mia Brody http://www.ilovenovels.com/mine-tonight-one-night-with-you-1-read-online-mia-brody Sat, 22 Jun 2024 18:37:50 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/mine-tonight-one-night-with-you-1-read-online-mia-brody Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Insta-Love Authors: Mia Brody Series: One Night With You Series by Mia Brody
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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)

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He’s my dad’s best friend and I’m going to seduce him tonight.

Atlas Morgan

I’m in love with my dad’s best friend. That’s why I’ve started hacking into his computer every night. While I’m in the system, I trade flirty messages with him. But he doesn’t know it’s me. Or that I plan to show up at the company masquerade ball tonight.

Eric Holt

Someone is hacking into my system. The problem is the sexy hacker keeps teasing me with IMs that make me want to take her to bed. When she shows up and taunts me at the charity masquerade, I’m determined to unmask this woman once and for all.

Get ready for a forbidden alpha, a curvy woman, and naughty IMs in Mine Tonight. There’s NO cheating and NO cliffhangers. Just a sweet, sexy HEA.

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1

ATLAS

I work my shift at The Wicked Wench, a popular old-timey tavern located in the heart of Asheville. I keep one eye on the clock, feeling the butterflies in my stomach do somersaults.

On Friday afternoons, my dad will show up for a meal here. But he won’t be alone. He’ll bring his best friend, Eric Holt.

Eric looks like a sexy Greek god and I just happen to know he’s an excellent kisser.

As if I’ve conjured the two of them up, the bell above the door rings. I suck in a breath as Eric walks in. The sleeves of his white dress shirt are rolled up, revealing muscular forearms and a Semper Fi tattoo.

Despite the fact that he is my dad’s best friend, I didn’t meet him until the day he officially retired from the Marines. I can still remember being sixteen and standing on the back deck, watching him arrive for the homecoming party. I knew right then that I was in love with Eric.

The problem is that Eric has never given me the time of day. Unless you count that one kiss in Mexico after my nineteenth birthday when he was slightly tipsy.

Nothing happened other than a steamy make out session that still makes my panties damp whenever I think about it.

Dad and Eric settle at a booth in my section and I grab two beers. They’ll sit here for an hour, talking and laughing. Then they’ll both tip me a couple of fifties and leave.

Eric is scowling when I approach the table and I remember my little trick today. I wish I’d been in the room to see it happen. But that would be too much of a tip-off that I’m the one that keeps hacking him.

“I thought you got rid of this woman,” Dad says to Eric.

My stomach flips at the thought of Eric with another woman. As far as I can tell, he’s never been with anyone for longer than a night. “Got rid of who?”

“Miss Karma,” Eric spits out the words, fire dancing in his deep brown gaze.

I fumble with the beers, knocking one over. It’s not open yet so it doesn’t spill. Miss Karma is the nickname I go by whenever I create trouble for Eric. I’ve never done anything malicious to the head of computer security.

“Is she up to her old tricks?” I ask as I set the beer upright. I realized after Mexico that the only way to get Eric to see me in a new light was to pretend to be someone else. So, I started learning everything I could about hacking, my way of getting his attention.

“She added a macro to my PowerPoint. When I clicked on the slides in front of the team, it started playing a porno.” He shakes his head. “I’ll be lucky not to get my ass fired.”

“Unless your boss is a close friend,” I point out. When Eric retired from the military, Dad hired him to work for his company, Alpha Defense Industries, as the leader of his cyber security division.

“You have to find this woman. She could cause big trouble for the company. If word gets out that someone’s penetrated your system…” Dad trails off.

“The usual?” I ask the two of them. I’m not exactly sure what Eric will do once he discovers the real identity of Miss Karma. He’s attracted to her if the flirty messages we exchange when I’m in his computer are any sign. Will they stop once he knows who I am?

“Extra cheese and bacon on my fries today,” Dad says, sounding weary. For a second, I feel bad that I’ve made him worry.

I click my tongue against my teeth. “The doctor told you to cut back on the fried, greasy foods.”

He focuses on Eric. “This is why you don’t have a daughter. She’s either worrying you, or you’re worrying her.”

Eric chuckles at that and takes a swig of his beer. I watch his throat work, remembering the regret on his face in Mexico as he realized what he was doing and who he was doing it with.

A blush works its way up my neck as I think about how hungry and demanding his kisses were. The way he backed me up against the wall and put his arms up, caging me in. His possessive growls as he cupped my ass and grinded his hardness against me.

“I’ll get this off. To the kitchen spinner, I mean,” I say before I turn and flee. In the kitchen, I take a deep breath and remind myself that I’ve been careful.

Every time I’ve hacked Eric’s devices, I’ve done small things. Like messing up his presentations or redirecting all of his bookmarks to princess-themed websites for kids.

Once the food is done, I bring it to the table. I’m just in time to hear Eric say, “I don’t think it’s corporate espionage. It’s personal.”

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