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Sunday Morning Series by Jewel E. Ann – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Wed, 04 Jun 2025 21:17:51 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Sunday Morning Series by Jewel E. Ann – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 A Good Book (Sunday Morning #3) Read Online Jewel E. Ann http://www.ilovenovels.com/a-good-book-sunday-morning-3-read-online-jewel-e-ann Wed, 04 Jun 2025 21:17:51 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/a-good-book-sunday-morning-3-read-online-jewel-e-ann Genre: Alpha Male, College, Contemporary, New Adult, Virgin Authors: Jewel E. Ann Series: Sunday Morning Series by Jewel E. Ann
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)

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Gabriella Jacobson has one goal for her freshman year of Get Matthew Cory to fall in love with her.

Lucky for Gabby, her best friend, Ben, is attending the same college on a music scholarship. He is the perfect resource—girls love him, and he's more experienced with relationships than her, since she’s never had a boyfriend.

When Gabby panics before her first date with Matt, she begs Ben to show her how to kiss. But Ben has a secret, one he’s been keeping from Gabby for years. He’s in love with her.

One kiss turns into two, leaving Gabby confused and scared that their friendship might not survive the unforeseen emotions. She avoids Ben until something unexpected changes his life forever, and he’s forced to drop out of school.

Gabby tries to contact him, but he won’t respond. And Matthew Cory, her sister’s ex-boyfriend and handsome law student, is ready to fill the void Ben left behind.

Now that Gabby has the man she thought she wanted, can she forget about the boy who kissed her twice?

Dive into this unforgettable coming of age romance today!

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CHAPTER ONE

U2, “I STILL HAVEN’T FOUND WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR”

1989

Gabby

It was my second week at the University of Michigan, a college I chose because my sister discarded her perfectly good boyfriend, and someone needed to scoop him up. I fell in love with Matthew Cory before she did. Sure, I didn’t have boobs yet, but my heart was mature beyond its years.

Somewhere on the three-thousand-acre campus, my future husband was studying for a law degree, and I was officially an adult and ready for him to fall in love with me.

Ben, my best friend, ripped open a pack of Pop-Tarts and handed one to me on our way to freshman English. A group of young women gawked at Ben, then giggled after we passed them. He pulled back his shoulders and lifted his chin, bringing himself to his full six-foot-two, basking in the glory of the attention.

“Don’t get your hopes up. Once they find out you’re a music major, the fantasy will die.”

Ben blew his shaggy brown hair away from his forehead before biting into his Pop-Tart. “I think it’s far more attractive and honorable to attend a particular college because: A) it fits your career path, and B) you got a scholarship.”

“You got a music scholarship,” I said.

“Gabby, you took out student loans because you’re a stalker and your parents didn’t save for out-of-state tuition. And you’re a psychology major. Those are a dime a dozen. The only people who study psychology are those who need to cure themselves of something like an unhealthy infatuation for a guy who has never given you a second look.”

We cut right toward the Roman-style building where we had our only class together.

“Or a career in criminal justice—dang it!” I fumbled my Pop-Tart.

“Five-second rule,” Ben declared, plucking it off the ground for me.

“Ew … I’m not eating it.”

Ben blew on it, took a bite, and handed me the remaining portion of his.

“What would I do without you?” I nudged his arm.

“I realize that’s a rhetorical question,” he shot me a quick side-glance as we continued toward Angell Hall, “but I’m going to answer anyway. You’d still be in Devil’s Head, Missouri, with your nose in a book because the only reason your father let you attend an out-of-state college is because I’m here and he trusts me. Or you might have been in jail for stalking. I imagine it could have gone either way.”

“Stop. You make me sound incompetent.”

We passed another group of girls who smiled and blushed at Ben.

“You act like Matt doesn’t know I exist. He’s given me lots of looks and used to play Uno with me when Sarah wouldn’t. He taught me how to throw a baseball. Plus, he said, and I quote, ‘Gabriella will be a heartbreaker.’ My mom talked to his mom, and he’s going to show me around campus.”

We climbed the concrete stairs.

“I’ve shown you around campus. You’ve been going to classes for two weeks. Don’t you think it’s a little late for a tour?”

“You’re such a dork. Of course, I don’t need a tour now, but it’s okay for him to think that I’ve been getting lost if that’s what it takes to reunite with him.”

“Reunite?” Ben snorted and sang the lyrics to “Reunited” by Peaches & Herb.

“Stop!” I giggled. “Shh … you’re embarrassing.”

“I’m embarrassing? You should be embarrassed of yourself, Gabriella Grace Jacobson. Do you think a guy four years older than you is going to find your infatuation romantic? Ya think he’s looking for a girl who has never uttered a single swear word, never missed a curfew, and has an untouched vagina?”

“Oh my gosh, stop!” I hissed, mortified that he said “untouched vagina” so loudly.

“Never been kissed,” he whispered in my ear before opening the lecture hall door. Ben was on his way to becoming my ex-best friend.

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The Apple Tree (Sunday Morning #2) Read Online Jewel E. Ann http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-apple-tree-sunday-morning-2-read-online-jewel-e-ann Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:15:41 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-apple-tree-sunday-morning-2-read-online-jewel-e-ann Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden Authors: Jewel E. Ann Series: Sunday Morning Series by Jewel E. Ann
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 104151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)

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He's a single dad starting over in a new town. She's a relentless flirt with a penchant for trouble, ten years younger than him, and the babysitter. What could go wrong?

Eve has just graduated from high school, but she doesn’t know what’s next aside from working at the local motel, spying on Kyle, her neighbor, and stealing apples from his orchard. If she doesn’t figure things out soon, she’ll be stuck at home and treated like a child forever.

Kyle is a single dad and the new football coach who needs a babysitter for his adorable son. When he meets Eve, there’s an instant connection because she reminds him of someone—himself. But Eve is the preacher’s daughter, off-limits, and Kyle has already had his heart trampled by his ex.

After earning his son’s affection with her homemade apple sauce and youthful spirit, Eve asks Kyle to teach her things like driving his fishing boat and shooting his hunting bow. Despite his better judgment, he agrees, but swears Eve to secrecy so no one gets the wrong idea about them.

Their playful banter and innocent flirting crosses a line, and Kyle misses the heartbreaking secret Eve’s hidden in plain sight.

When tragedy strikes, can they find their way back to each other?

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CHAPTER ONE

MADONNA, “CAUSING A COMMOTION”

1987

Eve

I wasn’t dead, but I was grounded at least six feet under. My father didn’t say the word “eternity” when he took my car keys and banished me to my room “for the foreseeable future,” but it was sternly implied.

He found my stash of alcohol buried by the creek that ran between our lot and the five acres that had just sold next to us on the outskirts of Devil’s Head, Missouri.

“Your dad’s worried,” Mom said, poking her head into my bedroom as I leered out the window through binoculars at the moving van backed up to the white farmhouse past the small orchard of apple trees.

My room was the only room in the house with a full view of the farmhouse.

“Yeah? Well, what’s new?” I mumbled, watching a young child run up and down the ramp at the back of the truck as two guys carried a sofa into the house.

“Eve, what are you looking at? Where did you get those binoculars?”

“They were in the attic. And I’m looking at the new neighbors since I have nothing better to do.”

She plucked the binoculars from my hands and brought them to her eyes, scrunching her nose. “Don’t you have homework?” she asked, leaning closer to the window.

“No,” I laughed and grabbed them back from her. “Duh. I graduated.”

“Oh.” She tried to hide her grin. “Sorry. It’s just a habit to ask you that. You know who our new neighbor is, don’t you?” She sat on the end of my bed.

“No,” I said with a frown. “No one tells me anything except to do my homework.”

“Eve, it’s Fred Collins’ younger brother. Do you remember Fred?”

“Dad’s friend from seminary school?” I asked.

“Yes, and he was the best man at our wedding.”

“And yet, you married dad. Does that mean you settled for the second-best man?”

“Ha. Ha. You’re so funny. His name is Kyle, and he has a five-year-old son, but I don’t know his name. We should introduce ourselves and see if they need help. Yesterday, Dad told Fred that you and Gabby would be willing to babysit Kyle’s little boy.”

I glanced back at my mom and offered a fake smile. “How nice of him to offer my services.”

“You can’t clean motel rooms forever.”

“I mean,”—I shrugged—“I could. It’s a real job. Someone has to do it,” I said, demonstrating my inability to shut my mouth. My specialty was making ridiculous and often frivolous cases for things that didn’t matter. And jokes. I loved a good joke.

“Also, sweetie, now that he bought that house, the apple trees belong to him. You can no longer take apples from the orchard without permission from Mr. Collins.”

“As if he’s going to know. Do you think he’ll keep an exact count?”

Mom sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “We taught you better, young lady. You’re eighteen. Out of high school. And⁠—”

“Grounded. Yes. I’m aware. That seems ridiculous. Adults shouldn’t be grounded. I think Grandma Bonnie should ground your as—” I cleared my throat. “Your butt for the speeding ticket you got in Evansville last month.”

“It was a warning.”

I smirked. “Because you flirted with the cop.”

“Eve Marie Jacobson, I did not flirt with the cop.” Her cheeks turned ten shades of pink. “Listen, you live under our roof, and there are rules. If you break them, there has to be consequences,” she repeated the same lines for the millionth time. “Had the cop given me a ticket, I would have had to pay it. That would have been the consequence of my action.”

I brought the binoculars to my eyes again. One of the guys carried a box toward the front door. “I’m not sure treating me like a child is a fair punishment. I should get some leniency since I finished so much homework that they gave me a diploma. Or can’t you just give me a ticket that I can pay? What about a warning? If I unbutton the top of my blouse and gasp as if I have no idea I’m breaking some law and fake a deep Southern accent with lots of ‘oh mys’ and ‘golly gee willikers,’ would you let me off with a warning?”

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Sunday Morning (Sunday Morning #1) Read Online Jewel E. Ann http://www.ilovenovels.com/sunday-morning-sunday-morning-1-read-online-jewel-e-ann Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:31:36 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/sunday-morning-sunday-morning-1-read-online-jewel-e-ann Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden, New Adult Authors: Jewel E. Ann Series: Sunday Morning Series by Jewel E. Ann
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)

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Footloose meets A Star is Born
A forbidden, new adult romance set in a small town. Full description to come.

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CHAPTER ONE

TERRI GIBBS, “SOMEBODY’S KNOCKIN’”

1985

It was Easter morning when the devil sat in the back pew of my dad’s church. I stood front and center in the choir, singing the last line of “Great is Thy Faithfulness.” I barely recognized him until his gaze locked with mine, and he smirked.

Did he recognize me? I couldn’t imagine.

Isaac Cory enlisted in the service six years earlier because his dad threatened to shoot him after a minor scuffle with police that arose from impregnating the football coach’s daughter and driving her two hours north of Devil’s Head, Missouri, to a Planned Parenthood.

Danielle Harvey got around. I was twelve then, but I remember overhearing Dad tell my mom that Danielle needed to close her knees. It took a couple of years before I made that connection. After all, my mom used to tell me to close my knees when I wore a dress without tights. Mom later gossiped to Sandy, our neighbor, down the way, that Isaac was equally as guilty.

So after Coach Harvey called the police and threatened to kill Isaac, Wesley Cory grabbed his shotgun and led his oldest son to the barn for what he called a coming to Jesus moment. Right after graduation, Isaac enlisted.

“Praise the Lord,” Dad said as the choir sat along the three rows of wood benches that cracked like the old wood flooring. “Let us pray.”

The congregation all bowed their heads—except Isaac. He unwrapped a Cadbury Creme Egg and took a bite. The white fondant dripped down his chin.

I snorted, smacking a hand over my mouth. Keeping my chin tucked to my chest, I shifted my gaze to my dad, Pastor Jacobson. He scowled at me while thanking God for sacrificing His Son for our sins. I feared he might sacrifice me next, so I pinched my eyes shut and folded my hands in my lap, squeezing so tightly that my fingers felt numb.

By the time the congregation echoed my dad’s “Amen,” Isaac had finished the egg and wiped his chin clean.

“Is that Matt’s brother?” my best friend Heather leaned over and whispered in my ear. Her breath smelled like the fruity jellybeans she’d been sneaking between songs.

It was a reprieve from the usual smell of musky hymnals and burning candles.

“I think so,” I said through clenched teeth and a fake smile.

Isaac used to have long, black hair, a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, and an ear that he pierced himself. He and his friends formed a band in high school. My dad called their music an abomination to God.

And if I recall correctly, that might have been their official band name.

Isaac now had buzzed hair, no earrings, broad shoulders, and a chiseled jawline. He’d become a man in every sense of the word.

During the rest of the sermon, Heather nudged me with her elbow, then her knee, and sometimes she tapped my shoe with hers.

We became friends before we took our first steps, so she didn’t have to say a word. I knew what every poke and jab meant— my boyfriend’s older brother was hot.

“Have a blessed rest of your Easter,” Dad said, looking like a Ken doll with his pearly smile and coiffed blond waves. He shifted his blue eyes toward the choir, our cue to stand and lead everyone with the closing hymn, “It Is Well with My Soul.”

Minutes later, the choir hung their red robes in the back closet next to my dad’s office, which smelled like instant coffee. I joined my parents and two younger sisters, Eve and Gabby, at the altar before we exited the church together as we did every Sunday. Matt and his family waited at the bottom of the church stairs. We were invited to their house for Easter dinner.

My boyfriend looked handsome in his Sunday best: a navy suit and Robin’s egg blue tie. His dirty blond hair was coarse and wavy, like his mother’s, whereas Isaac looked exactly like his dad Wesley—tan skin, dark hair, and deep brown eyes that could bring even the strongest person to shake in their boots.

“Happy Easter, Sarah,” Matt’s mom Violet hugged me. “You look so pretty.” She released me, smoothing her hands down my long blond hair to my white cardigan over a pink sleeveless dress.

Dad insisted shoulders be covered in church, only making exceptions for brides in their wedding gowns. I assumed he figured they were on the verge of becoming women by losing their virginity because, in my father’s eyes, all brides were pure.

“Thank you,” I murmured to Violet as she combed her long nails through her feathered blond hair just as Matt took my hand.

“Isaac, you don’t look like the same boy who left here,” my dad said, shaking Isaac’s hand and eyeing his ripped jeans, dirty cowboy boots, and wrinkled white button-down with the sleeves rolled up to show the world his tattoos, including a heart with a knife through it.

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