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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Tempt the Ex (Tempt #2.5)
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Dani I dumped the man I thought I would marry because my roommate told me these are the years to be wild and free. College isn’t for getting serious it’s for letting loose. Except it’s not all it’s cracked up to be and I’m miserable. John I was on top of the world. In college at the top of my game, living with my two best friends and I had the love of my life by my side. It felt like I had it all. Then she dumped me out of the blue. With nothing else to lose I listened to my roommates and set out a plan to tempt the ex.
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Chapter 1

John

“What the fuck are you doing?” I hear yelled from behind me as Austin, one of my college roommates, turns on the lights in the living room where I sit in the dark. My eyes squint to get used to the light.

“Are you sitting in the dark by yourself?” he asks me with a confused look on his face. He comes into the room and takes in the way I’m just sitting on the couch, slouched down with my shoulders slumped and looking defeated.

“She broke up with me,” I finally whisper. My gaze never leaves the television even though it isn’t even on.

Noah, my other roommate, opens the front door, yelling, “Honey, I’m home,” as he comes into the living room and throws himself down on the other couch across the room.

Noah and Austin have been best friends since they were in diapers, or so I was told. When they decided to go to college together, it was only normal for them to buy a house. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. College kids owning a house? But they have trust funds and stuff. So they bought this three-bedroom little house right off campus.

Lucky for me, they had a vacant third bedroom. Austin and I hit it off right away in economics class. After a couple of weeks, I was mentioning how horrible living in a dorm was, and boom, my problems were solved when he offered me their empty room. Of course, he had to check with Noah, but when we sat down, we all got along, so it was a no-brainer. So now for the past year or so, the three of us have lived in this house.

“Who pissed in his cornflakes?” Noah asks Austin as he points at me.

“Dani broke up with him.” Austin fills him in as he walks into the room.

“What?” He sits up. “Why?” he asks me and then turns to Austin, who shrugs his shoulders.

“She said I was a distraction.” I repeat the words she said just an hour ago, feeling my heart break all over again. Noah pulls out his phone and starts typing something on it.

“What are you doing?” Austin asks him as Noah’s thumbs go crazy across his phone.

“I’m going to order him a couple of escorts.” He looks back and forth between us. “Classy, of course,” he says, smiling while I glare at him. “You get kicked off the horse, you bounce your ass right back on another horse.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at me while Austin walks over to him and rips the phone from his hand. “What was that for?”

“I don’t want another girl,” I tell him, throwing my hands up. “I want Dani.”

“Well, she doesn’t want you,” Noah says. “Nothing says I’m over you like plowing through another vagina.” He looks at Austin for backup. “Am I not right?”

“Be sensitive,” Austin says as he gives the phone back to him, then looks at me. “Dude, but seriously, you guys were together what five months, six tops?”

“Seven and a half … but she’s the one,” I say as I look down at a picture of us kissing on my own phone that we took just last week.

“Holy shit, it’s worse than we thought.” Noah looks at Austin. “She put a vagina voodoo on his dick.” Then he looks at me. “Does your dick get hard when you watch porn without her?”

I shake my head. “I stopped watching porn,” I say. Noah gasps, his hand flying to his mouth. “I mean, we had sex daily, sometimes twice, so I really didn’t need it.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? You always need porn.” Noah gets up and runs to the kitchen in the back of the house, and Austin and I follow him. He walks around the room, opening then slamming the drawers. “Remember that chick I dated, the hippie?” he asks us while Austin and I just watch him ransack the small kitchen. “What was her name? Daffodil, Essence …” He snaps his fingers as he stares at the wall, trying to guess her name. “Ocean, Rain …” He stops snapping, looking at both of us like he just got the winning Powerball numbers. “Storm. That’s it. Well, she brought me some sage once to get rid of bad mojo or whatever, and she saged the house.”

“What?” I ask as I look at Austin.

He asks the question I’m thinking. “You made her sage the house? How do you know it was sage?” Austin asks while he puts his hands on his hips, waiting for Noah to answer.

“I have no fucking clue, but whatever she did made my dick hard as a rock, and I ended up fucking her on the table. I couldn’t help myself,” he says, proud of himself, and I sit up straight now.

“Eww.” Austin grimaces. “We eat on that fucking table. There are rules, Noah, like no banging unless it’s in your room or the shower.”

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Tempt the Hookup Read online Natasha Madison (Tempt #3) http://www.ilovenovels.com/tempt-the-hookup-3-read-online-natasha-madison Sat, 18 Aug 2018 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/tempt-the-hookup-3-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Contemporary, Funny, Romance Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Tempt Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)

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Eliahn Getting pregnant after a booze cruise hookup was not what any parent wanted to hear, so I picked up my entire life and moved to Paris to start over. Six years later, I was ready to go home. I was a single mom and the only thing I knew about my son’s dad was his name—Luca. I didn’t need to know anything else. The universe had other ideas because on our second day back home, the man came crashing back into my life. Luca Attending a welcome back party for my boss's daughter wasn’t how I wanted to spend my Sunday. But walking in and seeing my hookup from a cruise six years ago knocks me on my ass. It was a weekend of fun and now I'm seeing a pair of eyes, identical to mine, staring right at me. The boy standing next to her is my son. Now we’re living next door to each other and attempting to co-parent something that would be easy to do if the pull that brought us together wasn’t still there making things more complicated. For six years she haunted my dreams, now she's haunting my every waking moment. I let her get away once, now I want to make her mine. This time, permanently. Only one thing left to do. I have to tempt the hookup.
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Prologue

Luca

Seven years before

“This booze cruise is exactly what you need,” Jason, my roommate, tells me as he packs a small gray tote bag. “After those midterms, I need to be drunk for four straight days, and maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll have hot sex.” I shake my head at him. He’s not lying when he says those midterms were bad. They were fucking brutal. I lived on pizza, coffee, and Red Bull for five days straight. But I had one goal and one goal only—to ace those fucking exams.

“We still need to be reasonable,” I say to Jason while I open my drawer and take out five folded white T-shirts. That’s me—reasonable Luca. Luca with the highest IQ; Luca who will graduate first in his law class from Harvard if things keep going the way they are going.

Jason groans from his side of the room. “Dude, if you fuck this up for me, I’m going to glue your ass cheeks together.” He points at me when a knock on my door has us looking over.

The door opens, and Nick and Tom walk in both carrying black backpacks. “What the fuck are you guys packing?” Tom comes over and sits on my bed. “You know that it’s four days, right? And we will be in shorts all day long.”

“Yeah,” Nick says, going over to my desk and sitting in my chair. Holding out his hand, he starts counting with his thumb. “You need a bathing suit, sunscreen, two pairs of shorts, and five T-shirts.” He then looks at the three of us and smiles so big. “Oh, and two boxes of condoms.” He holds up two fingers and twirls around in the chair.

“It’s not a swingers’ cruise,” I admonish, tossing a couple of pairs of socks into my bag. “You are aware of this, right?”

“It’s called a booze cruise for a reason,” Nick says, laughing. “You booze, you sleaze. It’s a circle of life.”

“What happens on the booze cruise stays on the booze cruise,” Tom says. “We need nicknames.”

“Why?” I ask them, confused, while I pack a pair of dress pants, and all three of them look at me with their eyebrows pulled together.

“You never know if it’s going to get cold at night, or it’s fancy and shit,” I say. “Why do we need nicknames?”

“Oh my God,” Tom says, throwing his head back. “You can’t give your real name. What if you meet her, and it’s just a weekend thing?” he says with his hands. “Or she’s good enough for the cruise but not good enough for land?”

“Okay, and?” I ask, not getting it.

“Then you’ve got to be the asshole and be all like it’s not you, it’s me, but it’s really her and not you,” Tom says. “It’s just easier if we come up with code names.”

“We should have kick-ass nicknames like in Top Gun,” Nick says. “I’m Maverick.”

“I’m Ice Man,” Tom says, raising his hand and then pointing at me. “You’re Goose.”

“Why am I Goose?” I ask him, placing a dress shirt into my luggage. He comes over and tosses the dress shirt back out.

“That is why you’re Goose, always making sure we don’t fuck up or do anything stupid,” Tom says.

“Wait, didn’t Goose die?” I ask them, and they all look around, avoiding the question.

“Listen, the bottom line is you need to let loose for once. Take your hair down, or don’t fix your hair,” Nick says, winking at me. So I like to fix my hair every day and wear nice clothes. There’s nothing wrong with that.

“You mean be an adult? That has consequences,” I counter.

“He’s off the boat,” Tom says, looking at Jason and Nick who both nod their heads. “Sorry, dude, the tribe has spoken.”

“I’m Viper,” Jason finally says, looking up.

“The old guy?” I ask him.

“His name is cool, okay?” he says, slamming the carry-on bag he has. “Now I need to stop at CVS and get all the condoms.”

I shake my head. “We should also get aloe vera in case we get a sunburn.”

They all groan this time. “You know what?” I look at them. “Fuck you all. If you get a sunburn, don’t come crying to me.”

“Deal,” they all say, and we walk downstairs toward the front of the apartment building.

“This time tomorrow, we are going to be on the lido deck hopefully doing body shots,” Nick says, getting into the Uber we ordered. “And if you mention hygiene,” he says, leaning his head forward to look at me, “I’m throwing you overboard.”

I roll my eyes, looking out the window to take in the snow on the ground. I watch the buildings outside, and I had no idea that, that weekend would change everything. I had no idea that at the end of all this, I would leave half of myself on that boat.

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Tempt The Playboy Read Online Natasha Madison (Tempt #2) http://www.ilovenovels.com/tempt-the-playboy-2-read-online-natasha-madison Sat, 21 Jan 2017 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/tempt-the-playboy-2-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Tempt Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Tempt The Playboy (Tempt #2)
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play·boy (ˈplāˌboi/) (noun) a wealthy man who spends his time enjoying himself, especially one who behaves irresponsibly or is sexually promiscuous. Synonyms: socialite, pleasure seeker. Noah I have it all, money, looks, and any woman I want. Till I meet her and my universe is knocked on its ass and she wants nothing to do with me. Kaleigh My motto: never date the same man twice. I have less chance of breaking my heart that way. Till my eyes land on the only man I’ll break my rule for. She thinks she can run. That I’ll let her get away. He thinks he can handle a woman like me. He has no idea. A man who has it all needs one thing and one thing only. A temptress. Watch me Tempt the Playboy.
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Chapter One

Kaleigh

Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound coming from my sister’s room makes me turn over and check the time. “Five-thirty,” I groan into my pillow where I cuddle back into the heat of my cocoon. The first thing I did when I moved in with my sister was have blackout curtains installed. Oh, and a lock on the door. I like to sleep naked, so having my ten-year-old nephew and six-year-old niece walk in while I’m sleeping is not something we want repeated. I close my eyes, but it’s only six more minutes till I hear the beep again. I pull the covers over my head and think about how my life has changed in the last six months.

I was a single girl enjoying her life. I was finally my own boss thanks to having my own yoga and Pilates studio. Something I’d worked my ass off for since I was eighteen years old. Fuck, I was pushing yoga when it wasn’t even a popular thing. I still lived at home, which was how I could afford the down payment on the studio. Everything was smooth sailing, till I got that dreaded phone call from my sister, who was hysterically crying from her car.

Cheated on me. Those were the only words I could remember hearing, the only words that mattered. Her spineless weasel of a husband had cheated on her. And if that wasn’t enough, he had banged their ten-year-old son, Gabe’s, teacher and tutor. He obviously payed her for more than just her tutoring. So I grabbed everything of his that I could, brought it down the stairs, and tossed it on the front lawn.

Lauren pulled up to the curb right when I started walking to the back. I came from the side of the house with the gasoline container in my hand. I poured it all over his clothes, walked over to Lauren, and handed her the packet of matches.

“Let’s burn this motherfucker down.”

We sat there on the lawn watching it all burn, till one of the neighbors called the fire department, who rushed out, three full trucks, lights blaring in the night, an EMT, and one police cruiser. We watched the flames rising up from the pile of everything that he owned before the whole mess was drenched in water.

Needless to say when the scumbag showed up some time later, the fire department had just finished putting out the last of the fire. His clothes were now turned into ash. The only things that had survived were some of his golf clubs.

While he pulled his hair with his hands he started yelling, “This is the final straw. Lauren, she is not to go near my children.”

I sat there on the stoop of the house they’d built a home in while my sister sat there next to me. Her eyes blinked and she looked far away.

“You slept with Carmen.” Was the only thing Lauren finally said. “That was the final straw.”

“Pencil dick.” It just came out, and his head whipped to me. “You heard me.” I raised myself from my sitting position. “She gave you two children, not one, dick weed, two.” I pointed my finger at him. “Kept the fucking house clean while you went to wet your dick. Take a look around.” I motioned with my hands. “You lost it. Buckle up, cowboy, we’re coming for the farm.”

His eyes pinched together, taking in my threat. “What does that even mean?” he asked, looking from me to Lauren.

She stood up, walking over to us to stand by my side.

“It means she’s going after everything, dipwad. Now why don’t you take that sorry excuse for a two pack and bounce.” I looked over at Lauren. “I told you we should have gone to the gun range and learned how to shoot.” I grabbed her hand, turned, and brought her inside the house.

Once the door was closed behind us, she sat on the couch. “He fucked someone else,” she whispered silently. “Sex was max one minute most times.”

I sat next to her, my arm going around her shoulder. “Oh, honey, that was the first sign you should have left his ass sooner.”

Her head fell on my shoulder.

“I mean, his feet stink like cheese.”

She nodded her head to agree.

“His penis is meh.”

She kept nodding.

“He didn’t even go down on you. In a year.” I forced her to look at me. “He’s not worth your tears. Okay, maybe a couple of tears because he did give you the best two kids on the planet, but other than that, when was the last time he was actually here?”

Her head tilted to the side as she tried to think.

“Exactly, he was here, but he wasn’t here, and frankly you guys fucking deserve better.”

“I do deserve better.” Her voice came out in a whisper. “Where are the kids?” She looked around.

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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)

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Lauren Going back to work was supposed to be a painless transition, but when my new boss turns out to be an arrogant, cocky jerk, he quickly turns my professional life into a world of torture. Okay, fine, calling him an asshat before knowing he was my boss wasn't my finest moment. Hating him should be easy. I just never counted on him being so gorgeous or charming when he's not annoying me. Austin I expected my new assistant to be professional and punctual, but all I'm getting are dirty looks and rude comments. I should fire the little hellion, but instead all I can think about is bending her over my desk and breaking every rule I've ever made for myself. One look. One touch. One night. If we break the rules, our lives will never be the same again. Good thing rules were made to be broken. And besides, it feels so good to Tempt the Boss.
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Chapter One

LAUREN

Beep, Beep, Beep . My hand snakes out from underneath the warm cocoon of my blankets. Grabbing my phone from the side table, I shut it off and bring it under the blankets with me. Seven minutes later, I feel it vibrate under my pillow between my hands.

Pulling myself up and swinging my legs out of the bed, I walk downstairs, going straight for the coffee machine. Thank god for this programmed machine, because the coffee is ready for me to drink.

I blink my eyes a couple of times while I turn on the light over the stove. With it lightly dimmed, I lean against the counter and look at the clock. Five-thirty on the nose. Smelling the coffee, I slowly take a sip to not burn my tongue. My brain jolts awake as the hot, strong brew rolls over my tongue.

It’s the calm before the storm. In thirty minutes, I will have to get the kids up and get them ready for the bus that is always here at exactly seven-ten.

I look into the dining room, taking in the hurricane that is my children. Opened backpacks linger on the floor near the chairs, papers are tossed on the table, homework they finished but haven’t put away. No matter how much I tell them to clean up the table before they go to sleep, Gabriel, who is ten, and Rachel, who is six and a half going on twenty, always leave it until the last minute. Something they inherited from their father.

I look around the house—the open concept floor plan makes it easy to see into the rooms around me—taking in the changes that the house has gone through in the last six months. No more men’s sneakers at the door. No more suit jackets hanging on the back of the chair at the table blending in with the backpacks.

Nope. Nothing. Nada. Taking another sip of the coffee, I let my mind wander to when it all changed.

Walking up to the children’s school for the parent/teacher interview, I am running late, of course. I had to pick up Gabriel from soccer practice, while rushing Rachel to gymnastics, then we grabbed McDonald’s in the car on the way home. Eating my cheeseburger in the car is why I now have a mustard stain on my shirt. Pulling a scarf that I find in my backseat, I throw it over my neck hoping it covers the stain.

Once in the school, I make my way to the classroom of Gabriel’s teacher. I run down a list of things that I need to get done when I get home. Thinking about the birthday parties that the kids are invited to this weekend. The gifts are already sitting in the trunk waiting to be wrapped. I hope that Jake will at least be available on Sunday.

Stay-at-home mom. That is my job, and I love it. Sometimes. Most times. More days than not. My husband, Jake, is an ad executive in the biggest marketing firm in the city. He spent the last eight years working his way up the ladder. His long work hours are our sacrifice until he gets that corner office, then he can cut back a bit. At least, that’s what he keeps saying. I still stand by my conclusion he is a workaholic.

We met when I was fresh out of college; I had just started working at the same agency he did. Not the one he’s with now, but the first agency he worked at after college. I was hired as the office temp assistant. Since it was a small office of only five, it was normal that we spent all day together. Those long hours together resulted in us becoming good friends. Becoming a couple was the natural next step. I don’t think it surprised anyone when we walked in on a Monday morning holding hands, both of us looking at each other with our hearts in our eyes.

Getting to Ms. Alvarez’s door, I knock once and then walk in. Looking around, I’m shocked to see Jake sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk, while Ms. Alvarez sits in hers.

Walking up to him, I lean down and kiss him on the lips. “Hey, I didn’t know you would be here,” I say, sitting down in the chair next to him.

He nods at me and then looks down at his shoes. I don’t know how to describe what came next, except to say that my world crashed around me. It’s like my heart knew it. It’s like my body knew it had to go into protection mode.

“Lauren,” he says, still looking at his shoes. I look down at them wondering what he is looking at exactly. I will never forget them. Brown, with light brown laces. Stain free, scuff free. Clean.

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