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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)

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He’s the world’s biggest rockstar.
I’m the nurse hired to keep him alive on tour.
Falling for him? Absolutely forbidden.

For seven years, I’ve watched Jackson Wilder from the shadows of the stage lights.
I’ve patched him up after reckless stunts, listened to his midnight confessions, and kept my heart locked up tight.
He’s my boss.
My patient.
And my impossible crush.
But when a health scare forces me closer than ever, the walls between us crack.
Suddenly, the broody rock god who belongs to millions is looking at me like I’m the only one who matters.
Daring me to fall for him.

The problem?
Loving him could cost me my career.
Loving me could cost him everything.

And when the music stops and the doors close…
I have to decide if I walk away…
Or risk everything for a man who was never meant to be mine.

A forbidden rockstar spicy romance with slow-burn tension, emotional depth, and high-stakes.
Perfect for readers who love celebrity romance, workplace taboos, and heart-stopping romances.

ALL BOOKS IN THIS SERIES ARE STANDALONES AND CAN BE READ IN ANY ORDER

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Chapter one

Carissa

You’d think that having basically lived intimately with four rockstars and their whole entourage for the past seven years, I would have seen some shit go down, and I suppose I have, but my skills as a nurse have been required very few times.

I’m pretty much just along for the ride, and what a ride it’s been.

Wilder’s Peril is one of those bands that doesn’t fit into any category. They’re not punk, and they would rather die than ever write a love or pop song. They also aren’t hard enough to be straight rock, and they aren’t out there enough to be wholly alternative. They don’t fit into any neat boxes. I think that’s why they’ve gained such a following all over the world. They wear eyeliner and leather, sport a whole lot of bare chests, and ooze sex appeal, but at the same time, they’re relatable. They’re living the dream, but somehow, they’re real. Even though they could act like demigods, they don’t. They wear what they want, make the music they want, say and think what they want, and feel what they want to feel.

For a group of performers, they’re some of the most genuine men on the planet.

None more so than Jackson Wilder.

He writes songs that could stir the devil himself, but in his personal life, he’s about as sweet as they come.

The rest of the guys follow suit because everyone knows what happened to Wilder when he was just a kid. He doesn’t do the rockstar lifestyle because he can’t, and he prefers that the people around him try to live as regular a life as they can.

There might be parties thrown by the label or executive staff that the band is invited to, but they always behave. I can’t say if it’s been that way since the start for them or if they grew up and out of it. In the past seven years, I’ll say that Luke and Jameson have been through a few relationships. The worst I’ve ever seen them come out of anything is with a hangover from the night before.

Matt got married three years ago. He now has two loves in his life. His wife and his guitar. Wilder was once up there too. The two of them used to be closer than brothers, but now there are cracks.

They’ve been there for a while.

Most nights, touring on the road is surprisingly boring and uneventful. Tonight isn’t going to be one of those nights.

Our bus, following the band’s bus on the final leg of their North American tour, was flagged down, and everything came to a standstill on the side of the road in rural Nevada at three in the morning.

Apparently, Wilder, who is the lead singer, founding member of the band, and a pretty damn vital and important part of tomorrow’s show, is sick.

Like, not just an upset tummy or a headache, but really sick.

Sick enough that, for once, I was asked to step in.

The reason I got hired in the first place was that Wilder hates going to hospitals. Even regular doctors freak him out. He compromised and let someone from his PR team hire a private nurse to be on hand, ostensibly for the band, but everyone knows I’m just here for him. Where Wilder goes, I go. That includes planes, trains, and tour buses. When he’s actually at home, I’m on call. Home for him is Sonoma, California, so that’s where I’ve basically been living since I was hired. I grew up in the Bay Area, and San Francisco is only forty-five minutes north, so it wasn’t much of a move, but if we’re talking lifestyle change…

I wasn’t worried about moving houses when I had to take that on.

It might be summer, and we might be in Nevada, but there’s a chill wind. After getting pulled from my coffin-like little bunk, which was warm and snuggly and all closed in, and given three seconds to get onto the other bus—alright, it was more than that and certainly more than enough time for me to get dressed, find my shoes, and tell Gerry the road manager where my supplies were—I’m still a little bit mussed and sweaty.

I’m alert, though.

And worried.

If Matt had the whole train of buses stop, then something is wrong.

Benny opens the door for me immediately. “Howdy, Carissa.” He has a southern drawl, even though he was born and raised in LA. He self-professes a love of all things western, and I guess that’s translated over to his drawl. Sixty-some odd years of watching old movies will do that to a person, I guess. “You go right on in.”

He steps out of the bus, whistling. He’s one of the chillest guys I know, and he’s a great driver. Nice doesn’t even begin to cover it. Benny is good for the guys. He’s a little bit like a father figure, and on the road, someone like that is much needed.

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My Dad’s Best Friend (Scandalous Billionaires #3) Read Online Lindsey Hart http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-dads-best-friend-scandalous-billionaires-3-read-online-lindsey-hart Wed, 19 Nov 2025 18:28:27 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-dads-best-friend-scandalous-billionaires-3-read-online-lindsey-hart Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Lindsey Hart Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lindsey Hart
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)

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A Gothic Baker x A Celebrity Chef = 🔥🔥🔥

He was my dad’s best friend…
The man I grew up hearing stories about—the legend who could turn food into magic.
The one who vanished after betraying my family.

Now my family’s bakery is dying, and my dad has one impossible
Find Luca Carson.
And bring him home.

Except Luca isn’t the man I imagined.
He’s scarred, brooding, and hiding away in a lakefront mansion where secrets go to rot.
And I didn’t expect him to make me laugh.
To make me feel.
To make me forget every reason I came here in the first place.
He thinks I’m someone else.
And when he finds out who I really am…
I’ll lose the one man I never meant to fall for.

✔️ Dad’s Best Friend
✔️ Forbidden Age Gap
✔️ Grumpy x Sunshine
✔️ Beauty & the Beast vibes
✔️ Small Town Bakery
✔️ Foodie Romance
✔️ Forced Proximity
✔️ Found Family
✔️ Explosive Chemistry

A forbidden, age-gap, steamy romance served warm with a side of pie and heartbreak.

ALL BOOKS IN THIS SERIES IS A STANDALONE AND CAN BE READ IN ANY ORDER

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

Chapter one

Dulcie

My life is pie, and my family is pie. Pie is our legacy. For three generations, Marietta, Ohio, has known the Piedales for our bakery. Our fortunes were first founded on pie, our present is pie, and our legacy is meant to be successfully crossbreeding a new mix of pie.

The entirety of my being, knowledge, and history centers around pie. At the heart of me, it’s who I am. I wouldn’t even be overly surprised if I were put in for an MRI and the doctors discovered that instead of a normal heart, I was brewing up the perfect apple pie with just the right amount of cinnamon and the perfect ratio of blackberries. It’s my grandpa’s secret recipe, and combined with the most delicious crust known to man, and the perfect crosshatch pattern on the top, it’s my favorite.

They’d probably also find that I have pie on the brain so often that there’s one up there in my head too.

Currently, that one is moldering.

My dad stares at me with tears on his creased cheeks, the salty liquid spilling down a channel of deeply carved wrinkles. He just dropped the bomb that for us, the pie is in fact not the limit. Of course it’s the sky, but in this family, we have a habit of talking in the worst pie puns. As a kid, I loved the weird humor. As an adult? I’ve always found it berry nice.

It’s not berry nice at all that the person I love and trust most in the whole world just sat me down in the back of the bakery, with the mouthwatering, almost overwhelmingly sweet scents of pies baking in the ovens all around us, and told me that if we don’t find a way to get our Pie Masters title back, we’re finished.

I do all the financials for the bakery, and I knew we were in a trend of steady decline, but I had no idea Dad borrowed money, remortgaged the house, and owes personal back taxes. He never let me file those for him, but apparently, he wasn’t filing them for himself either.

Unless something happens, our life as we know it, and as my family has known it since the time of my great-grandfather, is over.

The fact is, people have lost faith in us. Ain’t that a slice of humble pie?

Dad swipes at his cheeks, pulling himself back together after giving me that devastating news. He’s the kind of person who refuses to stay down once he’s been kicked. “I have a plan. This year is our year, I know it. We’ll take that blue ribbon back.”

He’s talking about the Pi and Pie Science and Food Fair. It sounds ridiculous, but around here, it’s a big deal. It’s kind of like that program where they give out stars to restaurants, which is how people choose and decide where they’re going to eat and buy from.

“I don’t want to put anyone out of business, but if we could just draw some of the attention back to our pies, that would mean more orders, and more orders always mean more cash flow, and more cash means we might not have to close.”

“We’re not closing. I can’t let that happen.” I brush away more than a few of my own tears, sniffling loudly and trying to dig down and find my dad’s same enthusiasm.

Unfortunately, I’m quite a logical person. My mom always made it clear to me that she didn’t want me to take over the family business. She’s always supported my dad, loved him, and worked tirelessly at the bakery, often for long and gruelling hours. This is our life, and she’s lived it, throwing her whole self behind it. I don’t know why she wouldn’t let me do the same. When I begged my dad to send me to culinary school, he refused. My parents were the ones paying for school, and it turned my crank right the heck over that they basically forced me to go into business, but after I got there and found out that my love of math and science wouldn’t be totally wasted, I stopped giving them a hard time, and we struck a sort of bargain.

I’d do the four years of school and get my degree, but when I was finished, I wanted to come home and work at the bakery again. Obviously, all my breaks and summers were spent there. I resumed the same duties I had as a teenager working with my dad, but in addition to that, I started getting paid to do all the bakery’s financials.

That’s how I found out that my parents were not in a position to hire anyone to replace me. My going to college meant longer hours for my mom working beside my dad, and my dad doubling down on the already crazy amount of time, effort, and love he gave to the place. Even if he could have hired someone, though, I don’t think he would have.

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My Best Friend’s Dad (Scandalous Billionaires #2) Read Online Lindsey Hart http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-best-friends-dad-scandalous-billionaires-2-read-online-lindsey-hart Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:15:06 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-best-friends-dad-scandalous-billionaires-2-read-online-lindsey-hart Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Authors: Lindsey Hart Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lindsey Hart
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)

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Surprise your boyfriend in lingerie, they said.
It’ll be fun, they said.
Except mine was “occupied”… with three other women.
So, yeah. Worst. Night. Ever.

My car died.
My phone died.
And I ended up in a fancy hotel lounge—half-dressed, fully humiliated, and ordering a drink from the hottest bartender I’d ever seen.
Broad shoulders. Whiskey eyes.
A smile that could melt lingerie faster than you can say “bad idea.”

One drink. One spark. One night I’ll never forget.
There’s just one tiny problem.
The man who makes me want to throw caution, clothes, and common sense to the wind?
Yeah. Turns out he’s my best friend’s dad.
The one man I can never have.
The one man who is pure forbidden temptation.

My Best Friend’s Dad is a steamy, age-gap, forbidden romance packed with wicked banter, off-the-charts chemistry, and swoony heat that will leave you laughing, blushing, and begging for more.
And just when you think you know where it’s going…there’s a twist you’ll never see coming.

Team HEA, always.

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Chapter one

Bellatrix

You know that sound vehicles make right before they die? The cough, cough, splutter, clunk, bang, boom, and then the ominous silence?

My car pretty much just did the world’s most accurate impression.

The last clunk is especially ominous, so I think fast and veer off the road. I’m downtown, but it’s so late that, luckily, there are empty parking spaces lining both sides of the road. I’m able to drive right into one, thank the stars, because Oh Mylanta, I guarantee I wouldn’t have been able to execute a parallel park with old Susan malfunctioning and banging away—or okay, on a good day with a car that has a backup camera, park assist, and the function that just takes over driving for a person, period.

As soon as my front passenger tire brushes along the curb, Susan stops the loud clunking, the lights stop flashing all wonky in the interior, the wheel turns into a brick, and everything goes ominously silent. I’m barely able to get the gearshift into park, and I’m still not even fully into the parking space. I curse under my breath and try the ignition several times with no luck, just more ominous silence. I take it to mean she’s given up on running forever and for good without significant repairs.

Which I can’t afford.

Case in point, it’s how we got to this exact moment.

I was told a few months ago that my transmission was going, but who the farge can afford between four and six grand to fix that? The car isn’t even worth a thousand bucks. The very sweet old mechanic’s advice, given with a wiggle of bushy bush eyebrows, was to “drive ‘er ‘til she dies.”

Alas.

Also? Fuck.

This is the last thing I need tonight of all nights.

But what exactly does one even need after heading over to their boyfriend’s house to surprise them and finding them balls deep in not one, not two, but three women? Okay, so I get that, physically, he could only be in one, but he had his fingers in the other pies. I barely even got a good look at their faces, but I’m guessing they were older because I walked in on him calling them “Mommy” and telling them to punish him for being a bad boy.

That’s bad, but the worst part is Kevin looked right at me. They were on the couch and, umm, the coffee table and the floor, and his front door is such that it opens right into the living room. He didn’t even have the grace to look ashamed.

Maybe I should have taken the hint about our relationship reaching the final stages of officially being over. We haven’t had sex in weeks. Instead of just calling it a day, I planned a sexy surprise for him. It was very un-Bellatrix-ish. It had taken me days to talk myself into it.

“Fuck!” I lower my forehead to the steering wheel and allow the tears to come, even if I should be cursing Kevin. And his decidedly average-sized member. Not like it mattered. He was having plenty of fun in there. “Ugh!” I know my name means female warrior and all that, but at the moment, I’ve used up all my warrior nature. The tears streak down my cheeks, scalding hot, until my pale, freckled skin is pinched with salt streaks.

Thank goodness I didn’t waste years on Kevin of the Average Member. We’ve only been dating for five months. It’s not like this is the heartbreak to end all heartbreaks. It’s just…does anyone enjoy getting cheated on? Aside from being utterly humiliating, it’s just one of those trust-busting incidents that shakes one’s faith in the male population. Err, well, maybe all the population. I can’t say cheating is limited to men.

Kevin and his darned, “Let’s date, babe. It’ll be fun, babe. We’ll be great together, babe.” Does anything that starts with those words ever end well? Probably not, as per the whole internet full of “It’ll be fun, they said” memes.

Well, barnacles on a biscuit, this night isn’t the least bit amusing.

On top of my relationship being dead and over in the most obvious and salty-wounds-inspiring of ways, I now have no vehicle.

It’s pushing toward eleven on a Wednesday night, which means I have work tomorrow and no way to get there. Public transportation and getting my steps in it is, I guess, but it doesn’t fix the mess I’m in now.

I raise my head, swipe at the sticky, gooey mess on my face, and snatch my skull purse up to fumble inside for my phone. And I do mean fumble. The thing might get tons of oohs and ahhs and a whole lot of oh my god, where did you get that amazing bag? comments, but it’s hardly practical. For one, the zipper absolutely eats. As in, it freaking eats the skin of your hand every time you reach in. It’s like sticking your fingers into the jagged maw of garbage disposal death. The top flap of the cranium—is the top of the head a cranium? I need to make a mental note to look up all the head and skull anatomy later—opens up to the tiniest inside pocket, but somehow, everything still manages to get lost in there like it’s a black hole of destiny. I’ll always love this bag, and I make sure to use it plenty because my bestie, Mika, gave it to me, and she acts like it’s the best day of her life every time she sees me wearing or using something she’s gifted.

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My Ex’s Dad (Scandalous Billionaires #1) Read Online Lindsey Hart http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-exs-dad-scandalous-billionaires-1-read-online-lindsey-hart Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:04:50 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-exs-dad-scandalous-billionaires-1-read-online-lindsey-hart Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Authors: Lindsey Hart Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lindsey Hart
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)

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I went to confront my ex’s father about his son’s lies…
And ended up falling for him instead.

My ex-boyfriend didn’t just cheat—he stole every dollar I had.
Now dangerous men are hunting me for his debts.
The only man powerful enough to make it right?
Warrick Beanbottom—my ex’s father.
I expected a stuffy, out-of-touch dad.
What I found was a broody, tattooed CEO who looks like sin and has zero patience for my sob story.
I blackmailed him anyway.
Desperate times, desperate measures.

Except Warrick isn’t playing along.
He’s infuriating. Arrogant. Impossible.
And somehow—the only man who makes me laugh when my whole world is burning down.
I came to him to save my family.
Instead, I might be falling for the one man I should never want.
My ex’s dad.

A steamy, forbidden age-gap romance for readers who love protective alpha heroes, taboo tension, and happily-ever-afters worth fighting for.

♡ ALL BOOKS IN THIS SERIES ARE STANDALONES. ♡

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Chapter one

Amalphia

“Ihave to tell you something.”

Reginald is twenty-two years old, and it’s these moments that often remind me why women don’t usually end up dating men younger than them. We were never supposed to be anything more than a one-night stand. It was my fault for wanting more. The moral of this story?

It’s not that you shouldn’t have emotions. Emotions are great. I believe in healthy, reciprocal relationships. My parents have one, and their love is lovely. I’m not one of those women who doesn’t believe that it’s possible.

The lesson here is that one should never confuse good sex with emotions.

That night with Reg was the first time in my life that bedroom play had ever been above the subpar line. I got addicted to the unpredictable, fun side of him.

Lesson number two? Wait.

I thought four months was long enough after breaking up with my ex. To him, the world and everything in it was sad and bad. He was constantly a downer, and what did I think? Classic mistake. I thought I could fix him or at least help him to see that life could be beautiful and fun and happy, but you know how it goes. You don’t pull the other person up. You end up on the bottom, dragged down.

When I met Reginald at a book club one of my friends dragged me to in order to help me “reconnect with the finer sides of life,” I was immediately struck by how fun he was. He seemed like a miracle in comparison. The way he saw the world was so refreshing.

Six months later, I realized fun-loving meant never being able to take anything seriously. His immaturity had already started to show, but by then, he’d already insisted that we move in together.

That good sex I was so addicted to?

I guess there’s this curve of newness, and then everything else is straight downhill after.

“Amalphia. I. Have. To. Tell. You. Something.”

“You’re in trouble.” I know because he’s got that look. The sad, scolded, kicked puppy expression that says nothing in the world is ever his fault.

He’s also doing this thing with his hands, raising them up all funny. They’re shaking like he’s doing some parody of an even stranger dance. His left ear also wiggles when he’s got extremely bad news.

I might sigh in order to feign calmness so I don’t cause extra hysterics, but on the inside, I’m starting to sweat. If internal sweat is even possible, it sucks. It’s a lot like what I imagine having to wear a full-body suit made of that pink, itchy insulation would feel like.

“Okay. Just tell me. All of it. All at once.”

“I can’t. It will break you. You’ll get mad.”

I close my eyes and do my meditative breathing. The one bonus of this relationship? I’ve learned how to approach a fight without things devolving into Reg running scared. Playing the blame game doesn’t work with him. He’s a master at turning things around and making everything my fault.

I can tell from his face that this is bad, and you know what? I’m sickeningly relieved. For months, I’ve been trying to find the right words for a breakup without sending him into a horrible spiral. I didn’t want to be the one to ruin someone else’s life. The monster heartbreaker. I was waiting for him to discover for himself all the ways this wasn’t working out. I thought I might be waiting forever.

“I…I cheated on you.”

“Excuse me?” I physically reel back. Two steps.

I wasn’t expecting it, but I’m shocked at how dead I feel on the inside. Deader than a damn doornail, whatever that actually means. I think it might have to do with medieval carpentry.

The cheating thing is about as relevant to me as that doornail is to today’s world. I keep expecting it to sink in and hurt, but the only thing I feel is a rush of paranoia about having to get tested.

“When?” I choke.

“Uh, when what?”

“When did you cheat?”

“Last night.”

“On your work trip? No, wait. Let me guess. There was no work trip.”

His eyes widen in a way that says, “Oh, shit, I’ve been discovered. How on earth did you ever guess?” His mouth gapes open like a baby bird waiting for a juicy worm from his mother.

Ugh, his mother. She’s another reason I’ll be so happy to end this relationship. I’ve never met a more self-centered person. Err, well, Reg might be in close competition. I learned quite a while ago that his outgoing personality masks a wealth of insecurities and emotional deficiencies.

Grow up? I’m not sure he ever will. His mom certainly hasn’t, and if he’s taking his cues from her, I’m not holding my damn breath.

She’s the only human being on this planet who would cry over someone else getting a cold and looking like hell because it’s just “all so terribly awful.” Typically, other women are more understanding about the time of the month issues, but leave it to Candice to actually ask me, not once, not twice, but seven times, if I needed advice about waist trainers because I was looking bloated. She’s spent the entire time I’ve known her dropping hints about plastic surgeons. Literally. After the first time Reg took me to her house for dinner, I found a brochure in my purse with rhinoplasty options circled in red. Several. Aggressive. Circles.

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