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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)

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I should know better than to let Tessa McDaniels pretend to be my fiancée.
I’m a dark, dangerous disaster who leaves destruction in his wake.
But when she offers to pretend to marry me to help me get my kids back, I can’t refuse. They are the one thing I have left to fight for.

Milo Hendricks found me at my lowest.
Battered and broken by my ex with no place to call home. When he insists I stay at his cabin with him, he sparks the feelings I’ve tried to suppress.
He’s only supposed to be my friend, but every time he comes in the room, he makes my knees weak.
This gorgeous, tatted, mountain-of-a-man who’s riddled with secrets.

Tessa is everything I crave but can’t have.
I shouldn’t touch her.
Shouldn’t make it real.
But she’s a red-headed flame I can’t resist, and I can’t help but take her to my bed.

Now we’re falling into an abyss of passion and need.
Loving her is easy.
Only we’re tied in ways we don’t know.
I’ll do anything to protect her, but it’s my past that might destroy her in the end…

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ONE

MILO

It was just before ten p.m. as I edged through the crowd.

Every muscle in my body was coiled and ready to strike.

Absolution was packed wall-to-wall, filled to capacity with a line at the door, same way it was most nights.

Though, as I moved beneath the lights that flashed in time with the chaotic rhythm of the band that played onstage, the throng broke apart, instinct warning them they’d do best to keep out of my way.

My job was to keep tabs on those who came to the club for a taste of the excess offered within its walls.

Kult cut through the roiling mass, heading in my direction. He was the second head bouncer here at Absolution, and the two of us were running circuits on the main floor tonight.

Dude had buzzed his once long-blond hair. The effect of it only doubled the threat that oozed from him in waves. He slowed to a stop in front of me, and he lifted his voice over the din. “All quiet?”

“If you mean I haven’t had to haul any unruly assholes out back, then yeah.”

He cracked a shit-eating grin. “Tell me why you seem so glum about that.”

So, I might come with a reputation. I chalked it up to it being a part of the job, but my crew knew better. Still, I played it off. “Glum? Not even close. Hell, I’d pay for one dull night.”

Cracking up, Kult pointed a finger in my face. “You, my friend, are a liar. But don’t worry, the night’s still young. No need to sulk. Your face is way too pretty for that,” he razzed.

I grunted at him.

He laughed again, though he was holding his hands up in surrender. “Just messin’ with you, brother. No need to go beast on my ass. I know you only give a beat down if someone deserves it.”

God knew there were plenty who did.

I’d been a bouncer here at Absolution for the last three years. There weren’t a whole lot of nights that shit didn’t go down.

It was on me to draw the invisible line. On me to decide what forms of corruption were acceptable and when those boundaries had been breached.

No, the irony wasn’t lost on me, considering I had never been so good at delineating them for myself.

“Besides, we’d be out of a job if people decided to behave themselves. You’re not going to find me complainin’,” Kult said. “I’m going to make the rounds. Let me know if anyone gets rowdy.”

“Will do,” I told him.

Truth was, I took protecting those who came to this club seriously. It was always the innocent that got in the line of fire. The ones I could tell with a glance didn’t belong in a place like this and had stumbled into a viper’s den, without a clue how to navigate the seedy, sordid waters.

Deviants could scent that shit from a mile away. Sniffing out the vulnerable, getting off on the thrill of tainting something pure.

So this? I used it as an offering.

Penance.

Reparation.

A guardian of the innocent and a reaper of the corrupt.

Fools didn’t know how desperately they didn’t want to be the latter.

I let my gaze wander the cavernous space.

Housed in an old warehouse, Absolution was two stories of luxury cut with a slice of biker bar. Plush booths lined the walls, and leather couches and high-top tables were set back from the dance floor to fill the open middle area. Blue neon lights glowed from the main bar that ran the length of the entire far end of the building and illuminated the wall of bottles that ran up its height.

Upstairs quartered another bar and a bunch of pool tables, done balcony style so there was still a view of the stage.

People flocked here night-after-night, searching for escape.

For a good time.

A fuck.

Freedom.

Whatever they couldn’t find outside these walls.

As long as they weren’t hurting anyone else? Then for me, it was a go.

My attention roved over the disorder. It snagged on Trent who stood at the end of the bar. He lifted his chin, gesturing for me to approach.

I headed that way, weaving through the groups of people who were huddled around the high-top tables.

“Trent,” I said when I got within earshot of my boss.

Trent was one of the club owners, along with his two brothers, Jud and Logan, plus Sage, a guy who used to be the general manager but who had bought in recently.

Trent was intimidating as fuck, tatted from head to toe, an ex-biker who’d known the dark life but had come to our small city of Redemption Hills, California and started over.

I’d met him when he’d first come into town. Two of us had taken one look at each other and had known we were one and the same. We’d become instant friends, and I’d been working for him ever since.

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Never Look Back (Redemption Hills #3) Read Online A.L. Jackson http://www.ilovenovels.com/never-look-back-redemption-hills-3-read-online-a-l-jackson Fri, 02 Sep 2022 22:09:32 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/never-look-back-redemption-hills-3-read-online-a-l-jackson Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Authors: A.L. Jackson Series: Redemption Hills Series by A.L. Jackson
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
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From NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson comes an enemies-to-lovers, close-proximity, second-chance romance about a woman desperate to escape a marriage she never chose and the one who had always promised to set her free... Logan Lawson won me in a bet. The second I saw him sitting at the illegal card table, I knew I was in trouble. Years ago, he sealed my fate and condemned me to a life I didn’t want to lead. Yet he’s filled with untamed fury and thirsting for vengeance against the husband I hate. Aster Costa is everything I never should have wanted. The second she showed with her pompous, prick of a husband, I should have gotten up and walked. But there’s no looking away from the woman who wrecked me. Worse, I can’t stop myself from plotting to get her back. I want nothing more than to be free of my husband. I’m afraid Logan Lawson is the only one who can make that happen. He might hate me for our past, but now it’s me on my knees begging for help. Finding each other in the middle of it wasn’t supposed to be part of the bargain. But once Logan touches me, I’m gone. A torch is rekindled. A fire is lit. Aster Costa has always been mine. And this time, no matter the cost, I won’t give her back…
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ONE

LOGAN

It was just after ten when I pulled into the circular drive of the mansion hidden deep in the forest outside Redemption Hills. Night stretched long and dense across the heavens. It didn’t matter. The sun could sit square in the sky, and you would still be able to feel the darkness radiating from within.

A shroud of debauchery.

An oozing of sin.

You didn’t get this rich playing by the rules.

That was a rule I’d learned at just nineteen.

The moment I came to a stop, the valet opened the door to my Maserati.

“Sir,” he said as he stepped back for me to stand. “Welcome.”

“It is a beautiful evening, isn’t it?” I responded with too bright a smile as I rose from the driver’s seat. I inhaled the cold, mountain air and casually readjusted my suit jacket as a bolt of anticipation jumped into my veins. It curled beneath the surface of my skin like a demon that had finally found a place to sink its talons, and a thirst that felt like an old, familiar friend lit in the well of my chest.

Nine cars were parked facing out along the long, curved drive that looped around the front of the house.

Dealt like a hand of dirty cards.

A Bentley.

An Aston Martin.

A G-Wagon, among others.

I was certain I’d be the proud owner of at least one of them tonight.

The valet slipped into the seat of my car so he could park it next to the rest.

Ante up, baby.

I strode toward the expanse of concrete steps that led to the double doors. When I hit the top landing, one side opened, and I was escorted into Haille Manchief’s home by a guard named Oz who was dressed in a designer suit. His holster peeked out from under his jacket and a massive scar ran the length of his face.

“Mr. Lawson.”

“Oz. It’s a pleasure to see you again. Tell me you brought backup.” I grinned.

Let’s just say the last time I’d visited, there had been a small disagreement when another player had felt played.

He roughed a chuckle. “Tell me I’m not going to need any.”

I patted his shoulder. “Now what would be the fun in that?”

“You are dangerous, you know?” He smiled when he asked it. “You’re lucky the boss likes you.”

I ran a hand over my trimmed beard. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Everyone likes me. I mean, come on, man, have you seen me?”

He laughed, his accent thick as he eyed me from the side and said, “I know firsthand that is not true.”

“Jealousy. Admiration. Like. They’re all very closely related. Some people just have a hard time managing the proper way to show them.”

Amusement gleamed in his blue eyes. “Like I said, dangerous.”

He led me deeper into the bowels of the home decorated in dark woods, plush, oversized rugs, and exposed, raw stone. A giant fireplace roared from beneath a two-story mantle in the main room, accenting the carved staircase that led to the floors above.

Haille Manchief was a rich motherfucker. Bred of old money and wicked schemes.

I’d made him richer.

Legitimate investments that had turned over a multitude of times.

I supposed he’d been returning the favor by inviting me into his underworld. Or maybe he’d only needed one look at me to recognize the vile stain that lived within.

Oz and I edged down a long corridor before we dipped through another set of double doors and headed down the wide, spiral staircase to the basement below.

“Good luck.”

“Now you and I both know I won’t need it.”

Fighting a smile, he dipped his head before heading back up to the main floor.

Downstairs, the air was thinned, dense with the scent of expensive bourbon, cigar smoke, and sweaty expectation.

Gathered around the table were a group of greedy men. Some filthy rich who had plenty to lose and others who would fair far better by packing their shit and leaving before it was too late. Their mistresses lingered around the room, some standing behind them like good luck charms. More likely consolation prizes to soothe them when their egos were stung.

Moving toward an open seat, I glanced around at the men’s faces. I knew in a beat, I would win.

Losing cost you everything. Greed was the only way to survive. Pushing ahead. Taking what you needed before someone else stole it from you.

I took my seat, and Haille lifted his chin my direction, the old bastard puffing at his cigar as he rocked back in his chair. He sat three seats to the left, his smile wry, like he knew I would do whatever it required, too, and he took some twisted satisfaction in that fact.

The valet came downstairs and dumped the pile of keys he’d collected onto the middle of the table while the dealer divvied chips for their worth.

The asshole next to me rubbed his hand on the back of his beefy neck as nerves visibly rattled through his body.

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Say It’s Forever (Redemption Hills #2) Read Online A.L. Jackson http://www.ilovenovels.com/say-its-forever-redemption-hills-2-read-online-a-l-jackson Tue, 05 Apr 2022 18:42:09 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/say-its-forever-redemption-hills-2-read-online-a-l-jackson Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Insta-Love, MC, Romance, Suspense Authors: A.L. Jackson Series: Redemption Hills Series by A.L. Jackson
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Total pages in book: 128
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From NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson comes a close proximity, single-parent stand-alone romance about a woman on the run and the man who will do anything to save her... Jud Lawson found me stranded in the rain. Broken down on the side of the road in a deserted neighborhood with my piece of crap car. I wasn't looking for a hero, and definitely not one who looks like him. An obscenely hot, mountain-of-a-man who screams danger. But I have little choice other than climbing onto the back of his bike. One look at Salem Aguilar, and I'm hooked. The girl is devastation wrapped in a black, seductive bow. A knockout. A dream. Turns out, she needs a job, and I need the help. Now I have a vixen strutting around my shop, and I'm the fool who's itching to reach out and take what he can't have. But neither of us can ignore the burning attraction. The fire that leads to a kiss. A kiss that has us falling into my bed. The connection that has me wanting the one thing I'd never thought I could have again. Because monsters like me don't deserve love. Only Salem has a secret, too. She's been running for years, and her past just caught up to us.
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ONE

JUD

It was just before ten when I slowed my bike and made a right onto Dawson.

Darkness had long descended on the small, mountain city, but a storm had rolled in, and the sky pounded its fury on Redemption Hills, California.

“Shit,” I grumbled under my breath when I saw the red blinking lights up ahead. The last thing I wanted was to play savior right then. I was soaked through, and I was itching to get back so I could peel the drenched clothes from my body, hit a hot shower, and maybe kick back a beer or two considering I’d picked a really fuckin’ bad night for a joyride.

But the storm had hit from out of nowhere, and I’d been halfway back to my place before I’d realized I was about to get slammed.

I slowed my Harley, barely moving as I passed the car, hoping it had been abandoned for better weather.

No such luck. The hood was open and…shit…there was a woman leaned over the front peering down at the engine.

I groaned out a sigh and eased to a stop about fifty feet in front of the car.

I could keep on going, but that would be a dick move. On this side of town, it was industrial, most every shop closed and locked up tight, and I knew full well the only ones out prowling at this time of night were hunting for trouble. Out looking for targets to unleash their sickness and depravity.

I figured the pile of sins I was paying for was high enough not to add leaving some chick stranded in the rain to the top.

Besides, it wasn’t like metal and oil weren’t in my blood. It was what I did.

Kicking the stand, I killed the engine and swung off the bike. I dug into the saddle bag, pulled out a flashlight, and clicked it on. The beam glittered through the flood pouring from the sky. My boots were heavy, sloshing through the river that ran the curb as I strode that way.

The woman whirled around, and I was squinting to see her where she had her back pressed to the front of the car, clutching her damned keys between her fingers with the tips facing out.

Could feel the energy.

Her fear rushing the air.

Shit.

I didn’t want to freak her out, but what the hell was I supposed to do? Leave her there? Fuck no. I might have been a monster, but my mother had at least taught me better than that.

She slowly came into focus the closer I got.

Well, fuck me.

Would peg her at about twenty-four or twenty-five.

The girl as drenched as me. Long, black hair was matted to her face. She wore a thin t-shirt, jeans, and sky-high heels, the fabric sticking to every inch of her lush body.

The scattering rays of light caught on her eyes.

Thunderbolt eyes.

Blue strikes of lightning that raged.

Turbulent.

Tumultuous.

Her face was a clash of soft and hard, her brow and chin and jaw sharp, but her cheeks and mouth were full and plump.

So damned pretty I almost stumbled in my tracks.

With my approach, terror ridged her expression, but she clenched those keys tighter. It was clear if I became a threat, she wouldn’t go down without a fight.

A wild animal backed into a corner.

Feral.

Fierce.

“Hey there, darlin’. You look like you’re having some trouble.” Basically had to shout to be heard over the driving rain that pounded against the pavement.

Her chin lifted, and I could see her attention darting all around while she still focused on me, the girl calculating her escape route, her flight if she needed it.

I stepped closer.

Carefully.

A roll of energy trembled the ground.

“I’m just fine.” Her voice was this deep, sultry, wicked thing.

“You sure about that?”

Ferocity flared in her features, and shit, that was the wrong thing to say.

I lifted my hands out to the sides, light blinking off to the side. “I’m not here to mess with you. I saw you were in trouble, and it looked to me like you could use some help. Not like I want to be standing out here in the rain, either.”

A little of the edge drained from her shoulders, but she watched me, refusing to let her guard down, not that I could blame her.

There were some twisted motherfuckers in this world. Figured I’d known half of them by name.

“Not out here to hurt you,” I told her, words gruff.

She scoffed out a dismissive sound, shooting me daggers as she did. “That’s what they all say, isn’t it?”

A slight chuckle rumbled out.

Little wildcat.

Hoping to put her at ease, I angled my head toward the engine. “Do you have any idea what the problem might be?”

She huffed out her frustration and gestured wildly at it, all that soaked hair sticking to her gorgeous face.

It was really damned distracting, if I was being honest.

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Give Me a Reason (Redemption Hills #1) Read Online A.L. Jackson http://www.ilovenovels.com/give-me-a-reason-redemption-hills-1-read-online-a-l-jackson Wed, 01 Sep 2021 20:45:36 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/give-me-a-reason-redemption-hills-1-read-online-a-l-jackson Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Romance, Suspense Authors: A.L. Jackson Series: Redemption Hills Series by A.L. Jackson
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Total pages in book: 133
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From NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson comes a single-dad, enemies-to-lovers stand-alone romance about a jaded club owner and his son’s teacher… Eden Murphy came into my club looking to make some extra cash. A girl like her didn't belong in a place like this. She'd get ripped to shreds. Most likely by me. There's nothing but sweetness dripping from her sexy little body, and I'm the monster who's salivating to get a taste. Trent Lawson is the last man I should want. Dark. Dangerous. So wickedly gorgeous he makes my knees weak. He's also an arrogant jerk who happens to be my new boss. When I discover his adorable son is also in my kindergarten class, I know I have to keep my distance. But neither of us can ignore the attraction that flames. One glance, and our hearts race. One touch, and we’re aching for what we can’t have. One night, and we’re falling fast. Dragging her into my sordid world is wrong. It doesn’t matter. Eden Murphy is mine.
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One

Trent

It was just before ten when I eased my bike into the packed parking lot at the front of the club.

Darkness had long descended on the small city of Redemption Hills, California. The sky above was nothing but a blanket of black. Against it, the neon lights gleamed and glowed from the two-story building like beacons of debauchery, flashing over the slew of cars and bikes lined in a row near the entrance.

I stopped at the front and planted my boots on the ground so I could roll my bike back. Killing the rumbling engine, I kicked the stand and swung off. The glow of club lights and the sound of heavy music seeped through the thick block walls.

I lit a smoke and strode for the entrance, my boots crunching on the loose gravel as I went.

“Mr. Lawson.” Kult dipped his head as I approached.

Awareness rustled through the bodies standing at the door to get inside as I advanced on the crowd.

“Kult,” I returned as I came up beside him.

“How are you tonight, Sir?”

“Still breathing.”

He chuckled. “All we can ask for, isn’t it?”

Kult was a bouncer who’d been working for me for the last four years. Intimidating as fuck. Loyal to the bone. Exactly what was required.

Stamping out my cigarette with the toe of my boot, I scanned the scene. “All quiet tonight?”

“So far, Sir,” Kult responded, his burly frame forever on guard.

“Way I like it,” I said, gaze sweeping the faces of those who’d turned to stare at me. Like every person there had taken note of my presence. Every eye compelled to look my direction.

My father had always said respect wasn’t earned, it was taken.

You had to own it.

Possess it.

As much as I’d despised the pig, he’d at least had that one thing right.

Proof of it was in the way every person had shifted. Now on edge. A shot of self-preservation injected into their bloodstreams.

Like they’d felt the rumble of the earth vibrating beneath the approach of my bike.

Felt the shift in the sordid, stagnant air.

I always found it ironic that they all seemed desperate for the promise made by the blue neon sign hanging from the front of the building.

Absolution.

Absolution from whatever sins they were running from.

Absolution from any choices they might make that night.

Absolution from feeling anything at all except for pleasure.

Still, they gaped at me like even in the midst of their thirst for indulgence, they felt wickedness in their presence.

They wouldn’t be wrong.

“At capacity?” I asked. There were at least twenty people in line, but I made it a habit to know everything going down in my club.

“Yes, Sir, since about nine.”

“Good.”

“Always is.” He cracked a bearded grin.

I lifted my chin in parting before I wound behind him so I could slip through the double doors and into the dingy glow of the bar. Music blared through the speakers and reverberated along the floors. It set up the vibe in anticipation of the band that would be taking the stage in about an hour.

Absolution was this cross between luxe and dive.

Fuckin’ kick-ass bands and the best drinks in the small, trendy mountain city that was tucked in the most northeastern corner of California.

A biker bar that had the rest of Redemption Hills flocking in droves for a chance to dip their toes into the danger they could feel seeping from the walls and still be able to walk away from it in the morning without feeling an ounce of guilt.

I edged deeper into the belly of my bar.

Place I’d built from the ground up with a little help from my brothers.

My attention swept the enormous room. The lights hanging from the cavernous ceiling were dimmed. Mood rowdy.

The bottom floor was surrounded by booths that lined the walls, tables and couches in the open space, and the stage and dance floor were to the far right.

The upper floor was home to pool tables and a second bar, and it wrapped around like a horseshoe, creating a balcony that was open in the middle to give a view of the stage.

I headed for the long matte black bar that ran the far wall on the main floor.

The floating shelves on the back wall were welded steel and glass, the rows of bottles running top to bottom cast in a glow of blue neon lights.

I wound through the couples snuggled on the couches and a few groups of college boys who were clearly out looking for a taste of the wild side.

Sage was behind the bar. He lifted his chin in welcome when he saw me coming. His dark tattoos looked like seething demons writhing across his even darker skin. Dude looked about as menacing as they came except for the grin that cracked his face.

“Yo, Trent. About time you decided to show your lazy ass.”

He was all cocky smiles as he poured me my regular. I slipped onto the stool in front of him, and he slid the glass my direction.

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