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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Own My Soul (Sixty Days #3)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Jade West
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The final part of Jade West's Sixty Days trilogy. Follow Brandon and Paige through the final part of their intense, heart on the line romantic journey. The stakes are high, the risks are everything. Sixty Days have never meant so much... A full length novel
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Chapter One

Paige

The journey took a lifetime in the back of that car that night. I cowered in the backseat, long past struggling for composure. The tears came easily, loud at first, then fading to quiet as we hit the motorway. I tried to keep an eye on the road signs, but my brain was scattered. North. We were headed north. But I’d never really been that far north. I had no idea where we could be headed and no idea what was coming when we got there.

I didn’t want sixty days with the man who’d taken me. I wanted Brandon. I wanted the trust I’d found in his touch. I wanted to serve the man who’d coaxed love in me where he shouldn’t and only him. That’s when it first started to hit me, a bigger fear than any I’d had so far.

What if this change was his doing? What if his talk of me not being with him for sixty days anymore had nothing to do with him dropping me back at university? What if instead he was passing me onto some business associate to fulfil the contract with no complications?

I didn’t want to believe it. Even the thought made my belly lurch. I could handle my body being bruised and battered. I could handle pain at his hands, no matter how far he pushed me. But pain of the heart?

Heartbreak? Was this heartbreak?

Rejection?

Was this him throwing me aside as a needy little weakling wanting love he’d never give me back in a million years?

I didn’t know.

The truth was that I didn’t know anything on that journey other than the fact that I didn’t want to be there.

I was half conscious, exhausted against the leather seats when the car finally pulled to a stop. The engine cutting out was enough to bring me to my senses, stiffening in a beat as some burly guy opened the door and reached out an arm for me.

It was the business partner’s voice that spoke to me from the darkness behind him.

“Come, Miss Emmerson, sixty-day girls are paid to do what they’re told. Get with the rules now.”

For the first time since viewing Brandon Grant’s social media profile, I really didn’t want to be a sixty-day girl.

I was rigid as the burly guy gripped my upper arm and tugged me out of there. My bare feet hit cold gravel and the shudders of winter breeze set my teeth on edge.

The manor looming tall before me wasn’t anything like the country house we’d left far behind. The windows were all illuminated, the gardens well-manicured with ornate hedgerows fencing us in. It looked like a home. One of those homes you saw in glossy magazines with smiling professionals all slick for the cameras.

My footsteps were tiny as I was led across the gravel to the main entrance. The illuminated brickwork was red. Deep, rich red. The steps up to the main doorway were wide and stone.

And so was the business partner — wide and stone.

He was tall and strong with grey hair swept back from a high forehead. It was his expression that was made of stone. His eyes were hard, lifeless. His jaw gritted, like a wolf ready to bite at any second. He paced ahead of me with barely more than a glance back in my direction, cursory at best, eying me like a piece of meat.

I guess that’s when I realised Brandon Grant had been right about me in so many ways during our loggerhead conversations.

I was naïve. Optimistic. Always wanting to see the best in everyone and everything, even when I was looking into the depths of hell.

Whatever I’d taken these sixty days to be like at his hands was nothing more than an illusion of the main event. Driven by fascination with him. The beautiful monster. The man I wanted.

The man I believed in.

Maybe I’d been stupidly naïve all the time.

The hallway opened up to a huge high ceiling once we were through the main entrance. One of those grand sweeping staircases disappearing up into the upper floors. The burly man let go of me and I dropped my arms to cover as much of my modesty as I could manage.

Brandon’s business partner laughed. He laughed right at me.

“Oh, sweet Miss Emmerson. As if modesty has any place for you here.” His glare lingered on my chest, my attempt to cover my bruised tits doing little but making me look like an idiot under bright lights. “Believe me, I’ve seen every slutty inch of you on screen.”

My voice was weak when it sounded. “Please, Brandon said we could speak. He said he’d be back to talk things out.”

“Brandon Grant says plenty he doesn’t follow through with,” the man told me with a steel glare.

I couldn’t hold back from asking the questions. They came tumbling.

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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Buy My Soul (Sixty Days #2)
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My sixty days begin here. The beautiful monster holds my body and soul in his brutal fingers. I’m his to use. His to dominate. His to command like a puppet on a stage for dirty eyes across the dark web. I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t want him. Shouldn’t want to take every dark instruction from his lips and give him my everything. But I do. It should be about the money. About saving my sister from certain doom and bailing us both out of financial misery. It should be about forging a new life, a new world for the pair of us once my sixty days are served. But it’s not. Not anymore. It’s about him.
Books in Series:	Sixty Days Series by Jade West
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Chapter One

Paige

I’d never felt anything even close to what I felt as the beautiful monster threw me into the back seat of his car that night. My fear was just a shiver away from all out panic as he threw my college bag in after me and slammed the door closed.

The boom was like thunder.

And so was he.

I struggled to pull myself to sitting against the sculpted leather as he moved to the driver’s side door, my gut still aching along with my head from the way I’d been manhandled in the alleyway.

I’d been insanely dumb and I knew it.

Approaching my sister’s violent loan shark drug dealers to try to palm them off with three grand in used banknotes and the promise of considerably more was a scheme worth one of those Darwin awards for idiots. My name would be up there in internet laughter for all time – Paige Rowan Emmerson, the dumb bitch who walked into certain carnage and a four-way dick fest.

And I would have. I’d have walked into whatever seedy nastiness they’d have dished out to me for the sake of saving my sister.

They would have dished it out too.

They’d have left me a battered mess on the floor of an alleyway in the dregs of drugville, spread open wide for whoever else wanted to take their turn – if it wasn’t for him.

Him.

The man who’d saved me from my own stupidity like a knight in the darkness.

My dangerous saviour.

He didn’t look so much like a saviour right then. Not as he climbed behind the wheel and started up the ignition.

He was seething. Dark eyes like black ice meeting mine in the rearview mirror.

“I mean it,” I managed to tell him in a raspy voice. “I really am sorry.”

“Oh, you fucking will be,” he snarled, and my terror notched up another gear.

Self-consciousness ate me up. Embarrassment for my stupid actions burned worse than the punch in my gut.

“Drop me anywhere,” I offered. “I can walk back in a few hours.”

And he laughed.

He actually laughed.

It was a horrible laugh. Right from the violent pit of him.

Because he was violent.

Brandon Grant was a dangerous man.

Brandon Grant. I still couldn’t believe I knew his name. His actual name.

I still couldn’t believe what I’d seen from him, either.

The power. The dominance. The unwavering strength of him in the shadows.

I had no idea there were men like him in this world. No idea that a single man could be enough to make four brutal loan shark scum think better of standing up to him.

There was no denying it.

I was just as scared of him as I was of the men he’d pulled me away from. Maybe even more so.

Yet still, I was grateful.

Grateful to him for saving me from obvious doom.

And I couldn’t deny it. Even as my heart pumped desperation around my body, I knew I liked it.

Liked him.

“I won’t be fucking dropping you anywhere,” he told me. “Your sixty days begin right here. Right fucking now. Prepare to pay your fucking dues.”

My blood ran cold at his words. I couldn’t leave Phoebe in my dorm room alone. Without me. Without anyone.

“But my sister…” I began, chancing a glance at the door handle.

“Your sister can go fuck herself, Miss Emmerson,” he snarled. “Believe me, you have bigger things to worry about.”

His eyes crashed into mine again. My adrenaline spiked to the max.

I knew it in that heartbeat. In the way his glare cut me right through.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

I daren’t even look for my phone in my bag. It was somewhere in the shadows of the footwell along from me, and the odds the thing was either in there or functional after being tossed in the alleyway were far from in my favour.

Plus, infuriating him any further was a whole world more shit to be reckoned with.

So, I didn’t. Instead I stayed quiet and buckled myself into the back seat with trembling fingers. It took three attempts before it clicked in place.

I was staring deadpan ahead as he pulled the car away with a heavy foot on the accelerator. The tyres screeched as we sped from the garages and onto the main street, his steering as strong as the rest of him as he took us through the city and out onto the open road of the countryside beyond.

Maybe a girl in my position should have screamed and shouted and lost her mind, bailing out of there and away from such a terrifying specimen of dominance before he could fuck her up beyond repair.

Maybe I should have asked questions. About where we were going and what he was planning for me.

Maybe I should have kept up with the semi-rational chatter about what was going to happen to my sister in my absence and how I couldn’t let that be so.

But I couldn’t.

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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Sell My Soul
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Jade West
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ISBN/ ASIN:	B07FTL4BFB
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Sixty days of total submission. No safe words. No limits. No holds barred. Sixty days of your body being used and abused and pushed to extremes. Then you were free to go, no further dues, thanks and goodbye. And your bank balance looked seriously healthy for the experience. I should never have been tempted. Not for a second. I should never have even thought about putting myself up for sale for sixty days, not after hearing the brutal tales of what happens to you. But I had to. My sister desperately needed the money. Needed Me. Needed more than I could ever give her. I’d just never have guessed in a million years that soon enough I’d be needing him. The beautiful stranger. The dangerous monster. The guy who’d be responsible for my pleasure and pain and everything between for sixty days straight. And the man who’d want my very soul along with my body. No holds barred doesn’t even come close to his requirements. But I’m willing to give him everything. First full-length novel in a trilogy.
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Chapter One

Paige

It came as a whisper in the shadows. Barely more than a rumour passing from lips to ears after dark via alcohol-loosened tongues. It was a shiver on the wind around our university campus. A proposition bubbling just under the surface of our sweet little seaside town.

Sixty days of utter submission.

No safe words. No limits. No holds barred.

Sixty days of your body being used like a ragdoll for any man stepping up for his turn.

And then you were free to go, no further dues, thanks and goodbye.

The opportunity paid well. Really, really well.

Money shouldn’t be enough. Not for anyone — that’s what the rumours said. The demands were rough, dangerous, sleazy and not for consideration by anyone with even a scrap of self-respect.

I’d heard just snippets before the rumour finally reached me in full sentences, hissed in my direction by my drunk dorm-mate, Pippa, after too many wines at happy hour.

“It’s really going on,” she assured me and the rest of our gathered student huddle in the women’s toilets. “Carolyn Lane’s older sister signed up and went through with it. She came out with enough cash to buy an apartment and a brand new car, but apparently it was bad. Real bad. The things they did to her…”

How my eyes widened at the stories.

Tales of a seedy haven for rich men’s twisted games, recruiting right here amongst us and dishing out shit so bad that the girls either side of me were pulling faces long before Pippa was through with the details.

The protests came quick and easy from their mouths, dismissing the sanity of anyone signing up for sixty days of that crazy shit.

“Not me. No way. Not for all the cash in the world,” said Emma as she reapplied her mascara.

Her friend Katie plucked the stick from her fingers to reapply her own. “Too right. You’d have to be sick or desperate to even think of signing up to anything with those disgusting freaks.”

And maybe Katie was right. Maybe you would have to be sick or desperate.

But as it turns out, I was both.

At approaching nineteen years old, my life was nothing more than a hellhole. It was no secret that I was amongst a whole heap of students on campus having it especially rough that term. Money was tight from loan handouts, and jobs were hard to find in winter by the sea when the tourists had long gone. I’d tried my best to land a job through the months since arriving there, but around those parts landing a position wasn’t so much a case of what you knew as who you knew. Well-connected parents and tight bunches of friends made job prospects a game of handshakes and back-patting rather than a decent resume.

Still, tight finances from the student life weren’t the only cause of my troubles. Those I could’ve handled on a tight budget of canned soup and cheap white bread happily enough until graduation.

The real issues in my world came from the older sister living twenty miles up the coast in a much busier city centre. My older sister, Phoebe May, was the ultimate reason for my choice of university, having chased her across country and leaving nothing more behind than the drunk of a father who’d rattled a fist in my direction as I said my goodbyes.

It was a sense of duty, not just affection, that drove me to try to save the girl I’d lived my life with.

Phoebe was bunked up with a much older boyfriend, and that much older boyfriend had opened a big host of debts in her name to pay for his crack habit, and hers along with it.

Some of the debts would be settled in the courtroom, but plenty of others would be settled in the back alleys after dark. She told me so through body-shaking sobs at every opportunity she got, but even then she’d go crawling right back to him for more.

Her weaknesses didn’t matter. She was my sister, and she was all I had that really meant anything in this world. A very dim light in a very dark tunnel. One that needed far more money than I had a hope in hell of getting together, and fast.

I guess that’s what made me insane enough to listen to the seedy sixty-day stories with wide open eyes as my thumping pulse picked up pace in my temples.

“Carolyn Lane’s sister really signed up for this sixty day stuff?” I asked as Pippa let up for breath and lipstick.

She pressed her lips to even out the shade, then nodded. “She sure did. What a filthy cow. I wonder if Carolyn herself will be following in her footsteps for an apartment of her own.”

Carolyn Lane was in my psychology lectures every Monday morning. I knew her sister was local. I’d seen them together down at the ice-cream place by the pier that summer.

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