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Sweet Water Series by Samantha Whiskey – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Wed, 12 Feb 2025 07:21:57 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Sweet Water Series by Samantha Whiskey – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Sweet and Salty (Sweet Water #3) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.ilovenovels.com/sweet-and-salty-sweet-water-3-read-online-samantha-whiskey Wed, 12 Feb 2025 07:21:57 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/sweet-and-salty-sweet-water-3-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Sweet Water Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)

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I’m Zoe Casson, Sweet Water’s resident psychologist, a senator’s daughter, and an all-around rule follower. Except for that one night…

I slept with a man at a masquerade party and still don’t know his real name or what he looks like. The same mystery man who I’ve been texting for two months.
The one I can’t get out of my head, but I’m afraid if we meet for real, the fantasy will die.

Plus, I’ve got way too much going on to consider a relationship—even if his texts give me butterflies. My practice is booming, but I’ve got an ex-client stalking me, leaving notes on my car, and showing up unannounced. After the fifth encounter, my father hires a security detail to shadow me for the next six months.

Only problem?
That security detail is my mystery man.
And now he’s going to be at my side twenty-four seven.

Owen Rolfe is everything I imagined him to be and more—strong, confident, and this side of dangerous. Exchanging flirty texts for in-person conversations only enhances our undeniable chemistry, and the more time we spend together, the harder I fall.

It’s his job to protect me, but our feelings for each other raise the stakes.
And when my ex-client escalates from stalking to violence, I’m worried my role in Owen’s life is going to get him hurt…or worse.
And I’ll never be able to live with myself if something happens to him because of me.

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

CHAPTER 1

Zoe

Iswear this club is pumping something through the air vents tonight. Some sort of concoction that loosened my muscles and excited my nerves.

Or it could be the mask I wear that hides my face, allowing me to be absolutely anyone other than the strictly professional Dr. Zoe Casson for the night.

Or it could be the dress that hugs my body in all the right ways, making me feel like an emboldened goddess rather than a mind-my-manners therapist.

Music thrums and pulses throughout the room, and half the dance floor is covered with my friends and their friends, most of them being Carolina Reapers. It’s refreshing to see a bunch of burly, alpha hockey players masked up and letting loose, and they certainly aren’t hard to look at either, but most are attached and the others already have interested parties vying for their attention, not that I’m looking. I know I joked with Luna about pretending to be someone else tonight, but I have rules. And the first one is no one-night-stands, no matter how badly I’m aching for a release. I value structure and emotional intimacy, but something about tonight feels different. Maybe I really can be someone else.

After a few dances, I wander toward the crowded bar in need of hydration. “Water please!” I call to the bartender once I have his attention, having wiggled my way in between masked bodies in order to claim a sliver of the bar.

The bartender nods, walking toward the fridge in the back to grab me a bottle.

“You don’t have to yell,” a male voice says, practically right in my ear. “If you want my attention, just say so.”

I turn, fully prepared to roll my eyes at the guy, but stop short when my eyes meet a whole lot of muscled chest instead of a face. I have to look up and up in order to see him. His face is entirely covered with a silver mask, with slits carved into it so he can see, the holes covered by some black mesh so I can’t even make out the color of his eyes. It’s intimidating as hell, but equally intriguing.

“Wasn’t asking for your attention,” I say, clearing my throat when it cracks slightly. He’s so close to me, his warm, very muscled body brushing the side of mine. And sure, the entire bar is crammed in like that, but now that his attention is on me, it makes me that much more aware of it.

I slide a ten to the bartender once he gives me the water, and I instantly crack it open and take a few healthy swallows. It’s been ages since I’ve been to a club or dancing, and it’s hot as hell in here. The water helps, and I sigh happily when I’ve drained half the bottle.

“Thirsty?” he asks, his voice like liquid velvet in my ear. Jesus, are those warm chills dancing down my body because he said a single word?

“Why?” I ask. “You going to offer to buy me a drink?”

He taps my water bottle with a black-gloved hand. “You already have one,” he says, looking down at me. Or at least, I think he’s looking down at me. It’s hard to tell with the mask. “Anything else I can offer you?”

Wow. The guy is blunt, I’ll give him that. I’m not used to that kind of directness from the past few dates I’ve been on. They’ve all about the game, the chase, the fake details meant to make me swoon when in reality I can see right through them. It’s what kept me out of the dating scene for a year—too many bad dates with too many fake people.

“I don’t know,” I say, adrenaline crashing through my body. Luna said tonight was about being other people. And hell, this guy has no clue who I am. We’re an hour away from Sweet Water. I can be anyone I want tonight. But right now, I just want air. “Can you become an AC for a few seconds?” I ask, fanning myself.

“Getting a little hot?” he asks, and damn him, the way he says it makes me smile. There’s something effortless about his voice, about the way he says things, and it’s doused in a whole heap of deep, sexy tenor.

“I am, actually,” I say, waving him off as I push away from the bar, heading toward the front doors so I can hopefully catch a little breeze and finish my water before finding my friends again.

A hand gently slides into mine, the leather from the gloves soft and buttery against my skin. I arch a brow at the masked man, but he nods behind him before leaning down to my ear so I can hear him over the music.

“I know a cooler spot,” he says.

“Is that right, Silver?” I ask, calling him by his mask’s color. He certainly hasn’t offered up a name, not that I had either.

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Sweet & Rich (Sweet Water #2) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.ilovenovels.com/sweet-rich-sweet-water-2-read-online-samantha-whiskey Wed, 16 Aug 2023 21:45:16 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/sweet-rich-sweet-water-2-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Contemporary Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Sweet Water Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)

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I’m Luna Josling, owner of Sweet Water’s most popular clothing boutique and known as an all-around shy artist. And after I catch my long-term boyfriend cheating on me in a totally humiliating way, I’m more than ready to escape my small town for a while.

Who better to do that with than my best friend, Brad Washbrook?
The only catch? I have to pretend to be his fiancé for two weeks while he attends a retreat for a prospective company partnership.
It should be easy, right?

Wrong.
Brad has always been amazing to me, but now that I’m single, I’m noticing him in entirely new ways. Like when we dance, his hands roam over me in a possessive way that makes my skin spark. And when we’re forced to share a bed, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if I spanned the distance between us and finally find out what it’s like to kiss him.
But he’s been my friend forever, and we’ve never crossed those lines before.

The longer we pretend to be engaged, the harder it is to deny the very real feelings growing between us. And after one sizzling kiss, I know I’m a goner.
He’s everything I never knew I needed, and soon I can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake, but it all feels way too good to question.

Just when I think Brad and I are on the same page, my ex shows up and threatens to ruin everything.
And if I can’t set things right, I’ll lose the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

*This is a steamy contemporary romance set in the Carolina Reapers' territory of Sweet Water*

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

CHAPTER 1

Luna

Me: I can’t do this.

Zoe: Yes you can. Wait. What are you doing?

I blew out a breath, my fingers shaking as I texted my best friend Zoe.

Me: I’m in Dennis’s apartment, waiting for him to come home from his trip.

Zoe: That seems like a very easy task to accomplish.

I glanced down at what I was wearing, and cringed.

Me: I’m wearing fishnets. And garters. And a bra that barely covers anything.

Zoe: Damn! Get it!!

I laughed, the action helping ease some of my nerves. Dennis and I had been dating since my freshman year in college—so just over five years. I shouldn’t be nervous at all…except, I was.

It could be the fact that Dennis constantly made me feel less than adequate in the bedroom, but I’d always chalked that up to him having more relationships in high school than I did. I mean, when we did have sex, we made it work. It wasn’t mind-blowing or anything like it was in the books I read, but it was something we did as a couple. Something that signified the intimacy in our relationship.

I just wanted it to happen more. I wanted to experiment to see if we could have that spark that was always present in my favorite romance novels. Any time I’d come to him with a scene from one of the books I was reading, he’d tell me it was a fantasy and that real life would never live up to those expectations. And, I suppose, he wasn’t wrong. I’d never had an orgasm from just his hand or his mouth, and that happened like a zillion times before chapter twelve in almost every book I read.

Plus, he was the only real boyfriend I’d ever had. Dennis was my first, and since he had more experience than me, I’d always let him take the reins.

But things had been strained between us for a while and I was looking to shake things up. I hoped he’d see me sprawled out on his couch with this outfit on and not be able to keep his hands off of me.

Me: Am I crazy?

Zoe: Are you asking me as your best friend or as your best friend who happens to be a clinical psychologist?

Me: I wouldn’t say no to Dr. Casson’s opinion on this one, but throw in a little bit of my friend too.

It was both a blessing and a curse having Zoe as a best friend—we’d known each other since high school—and while I loved her brilliant mind and the way she broke things down for her patients, I understood it was hard for her to turn off when it came to girl talk. But bless her, she always tried for me.

Zoe: You need a change.

Me: In what way?

Three little dots popped up on our text, then went away, then came back again. My heart sank. Zoe wasn’t Dennis’s biggest fan, and Brad downright hated him. Both my best friends had expressed many times that I deserved better, but they didn’t know Dennis the way I did. He could be kind, charming even. There were times he really tuned in and made me feel like we were the only two people in the world.

Or at least he had been in the beginning.

Lately he’d been short with me, constantly criticizing the amount of time I was putting into my little boutique and my dreams of starting my own clothing line. But that just meant we’d hit that age-old relationship rut, right? All we needed was something to mix it up and we’d get back to where we started.

Zoe: It means that you need your emotions and feelings to be heard. And he needs to change in order to do that.

Me: Okay, that was Dr. Casson. Now be Zoe.

Zoe: He’d be crazy not to drop to his knees and worship you the second he sets eyes on you.

I smiled brightly at my phone, a thrill rushing through me. I didn’t need him to worship me, I just wanted some emotional and physical attention. I was practically starved for it with how distant he’d been recently. And it wasn’t like I hadn’t been putting in the effort on my end—I tried to create fun dates for us, tried to create the quality time that laid all the ground work for intimate time as well. But for so long now, he’d been rushed, pushy, or too tired to give me time at all, quality or intimate.

Me: Maybe I’m trying too hard.

Zoe: Maybe you shouldn’t have to try so hard.

I swallowed a lump in my throat as I read her response. Maybe I was trying to ignite something that had fizzled out. Maybe Dennis would never see me as the sexual being I felt like. Maybe he’d never try with me. And that’s all this was about, me asking him to try. If we ended up not enjoying being a little wilder in bed, then no harm no foul, right?

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Sweet & Spicy (Sweet Water #1) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.ilovenovels.com/sweet-spicy-sweet-water-1-read-online-samantha-whiskey Sun, 11 Jun 2023 19:41:40 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/sweet-spicy-sweet-water-1-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Contemporary Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Sweet Water Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)

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I’m Andromeda VanDoren, otherwise known as Persephone VanDoren’s older sister or the family’s embarrassment. For years I’ve tried to outrun my past, leaving a whole bunch of chaos in my wake.

But I’m done running.
I return home to Sweet Water fully prepared to do whatever it takes to pay for my past sins.
Little did I know that would include working for the once-love-of-my-life James Harlowe.

He’s everything I don’t deserve.
Compassionate, funny, and good down to his core.
And he has a kiss that makes me see stars.

Our chemistry is as electric as ever, and the longer we work together, the faster I realize he’s the only person who’s ever seen me for me, not the VanDoren name. But I ruin things, and the last thing I want to be is his mistake.

The demons from our past constantly remind us why we can’t be together.
But if we can’t prove this love is worth fighting for, we’ll lose our chance at a happily ever after for good this time.

*This is a steamy contemporary romance set in the Carolina Reapers' territory of Sweet Water and takes place two weeks after Cannon ends*

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CHAPTER 1

Anne

“Would you like to talk more about your sister’s wedding?” Dr. Casson asked me from where she sat in the cushioned arm chair across from me.

As far as therapists went, she was already the best one I’d ever been to. She owned her own office in my hometown of Sweet Water, South Carolina, and she kept her space cozy with rich, warm furniture, and walls lined with books and cute knickknacks that screamed of lazy days browsing antiques.

“Andromeda?” she asked, and I blinked out of my thoughts.

“Please call me Anne,” I said, not for the first time.

Andromeda VanDoren was what my family called me.

Andromeda was the person I never wanted to be.

It’d been three weeks since my sister Persephone had gotten married.

Three weeks since I’d hit another rock bottom with the massive train wreck that was my life.

Three weeks since I’d finally asked for help.

“Right, Anne,” she said, giving me a soft smile that definitely suited her demeanor. Dr. Zoe Casson exuded the perfect combination of intelligence and warmth. “Would you like to talk about the wedding again?”

I shook my head. “I think we covered that the first two weeks I was here.”

Shame ricocheted in my body, making my heart clench. The first two weeks here were brutal, to say the least. I’d confessed to my rotten behavior regarding my sister and her new NHL star of a husband, and told Dr. Casson all about my inability to see past old trauma when it came to my sister—not that I told her what that trauma was, I wasn’t ready yet—but she understood all the same. I’d apologized to Persephone and her husband Cannon weeks ago, but that didn’t wash away my sins.

And what was truly awful?

Those sins weren’t even the worst of what I’d done.

I’d done a hundred times worse over the last decade, often times not even remembering my actions the next morning. My life was a series of mistakes, all birthed from one blip in time I couldn’t seem to outrun.

But I was here.

I was trying.

I didn’t want to be a mistake anymore.

I didn’t want to be the person who brought my family down.

I didn’t want to die.

As if on cue, exhaustion settled heavy in my bones and I sank deeper into the chair.

“Okay,” Dr. Casson said, nodding slightly, her caramel and brown hair falling over her forehead. “How is your mother’s recovery going?”

I breathed a sigh of relief, genuine happiness lifting my spirits. “She’s recovering beautifully,” I said.

She’d gotten a lifesaving kidney transplant two days after Persephone’s wedding, and she was already home. The doctors were giving her glowing reviews, praising her perfect patient behavior. She took her meds on time, ate a steady and healthy diet, and rested as much as possible. They told her in another five weeks she’d be able to resume her normal activities.

“Her body accepted the transplant without a hitch,” I continued, unable to contain my smile.

But right alongside the joy was a brutal stab of pain and guilt.

I’d tried to get tested to see if I would be a proper match for a donor—even though most of my family thought I’d selfishly refused. If I would’ve been a match I would’ve offered my kidney up on a silver platter, but my life choices prevented me from even getting that far.

Thanks to years of non-stop drinking and partying, my liver was on the verge of failing. Toxic hepatitis with a fun side-effect of cirrhosis was how they explained it. If I didn’t stop drinking, stop partying, I wouldn’t live to see another birthday.

Of course, I’d stopped.

I didn’t want to die, even though it would make my family’s life so much easier.

Three weeks sober and counting. It wasn’t easy. Not after years of creating habits that revolved around my next mental escape, but I was managing. It didn’t hurt that my sister had found the best phycologist in town to fit me into her overcrowded schedule, and as long as I met the expectations of my family—which included random alcohol and drug tests, among other things—they wouldn’t force me into a rehabilitation clinic.

Not that they could technically force me, but I didn’t need an intervention.

I needed a fucking miracle if I was expected to get my life together.

One step at a time.

“You mentioned last week that even though you and your sister are on better terms, you still have a hard time trusting her?”

I swallowed the knot in my throat.

“It’s not just her,” I admitted, shifting in my seat to fiddle with the end of my dress. It was one of those beautiful November days in South Carolina that felt more like spring than fall. Tonight, the temps would drop, but for now I was basking in it.

“Who else?”

“My entire family, really,” I said, forcing myself to be honest.

Dr. Casson told me during my first session there would be no point in lying to her—she had a talent for sniffing them out. She’d further said that being honest was the only way she could help me heal, help me do better.

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