The Boyfriend Zone Series by Lauren Blakely

The Boyfriend Zone Series by Lauren Blakely – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Fri, 16 Dec 2022 07:44:11 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png The Boyfriend Zone Series by Lauren Blakely – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Turn Me On (The Boyfriend Zone #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely http://www.ilovenovels.com/turn-me-on-the-boyfriend-zone-2-read-online-lauren-blakely Fri, 09 Dec 2022 21:32:26 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/turn-me-on-the-boyfriend-zone-2-read-online-lauren-blakely Genre: Contemporary, Forbidden, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Lauren Blakely Series: The Boyfriend Zone Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)

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The first rule of being an attorney is don’t sleep with your clients.
The second rule is–see the first rule.

Those guidelines don’t account for a man like Zane Archer though. The major leaguer is all confidence and big D energy as he swaggers into my life one night at a hotel bar, determined to spend the night with “the sexy suit,” as he calls me.

I’m so damn tempted to say yes, especially when my new client devastates me with a scorching kiss that has me reconsidering all my life choices.
The catch? If I tear up the rule book, my reputation as a lawyer to the most bankable stars in pro sports is on the line. Including my new goal of striking the deal of a lifetime for him -- one he desperately needs to take care of his family.
Instead, I fight like hell to stay professional as I work closely with the man I can’t have.
But the more time we spend together, the more his irresistible charm threatens to break my resolve . . . right along with my heart.

TURN ME ON is a red-hot, MM, forbidden sports romance between a sports agent and an athlete…

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A GOOD SURPRISE

Zane Archer

I love baseball almost as much as I love my dick.

And first base is the perfect position for me on the field— I’m a talker and it’s Grand Central here.

Talking both keeps my visitors distracted and makes the time go faster. Like tonight, when I’ve been counting the minutes until I meet with my agent after the game.

Home stretch now, top of the ninth in a May night game. The Chicago batter slams a single to center and rolls up to first base.

“Hey, Santiago,” I say as he tags up. “Good to see you off the injured list.”

The opposing team’s shortstop gives me a baffled look as he pulls off his batting glove. “You’re thinking of someone else, man.”

“Huh,” I say, my eyes glued to the next batter taking a practice swing in the box. “I figured that was why I hadn’t seen you on base yet this series.”

He sighs, annoyed. “Fuck you, Archer.”

I grin, but I’ll have to picture the look on his face since the go-ahead run is up and I’m concentrating on the game action.

There’s the wind-up and whoosh, our closer fires a fastball that paints the corner of the plate. The batter lunges for it and sends a pop fly my way. I trot under the ball and let it drop home into my glove. Come to Papa.

That’s the final out. I pump my fist—we just swept the series and I am out of here.

I jog down the baseline, where Santiago is trudging along, head hanging. I tap him with my glove. “Hey, man. I was going to send you a get-well present. How about I make it a ‘thank you for helping us win’ gift?”

“Fuck you harder.”

“You wish,” I say with a grin, shifting gears. “How’s Emily and Rosie? Did your kiddo get her cast off?”

The Shark flashes a smile. “She did. Elbow is as good as new. Thanks for asking. You’re only a half-hole now.”

“Goals,” I deadpan, leaving him in the dust as I jog to the dugout where I high-five my teammates, finishing with my friend Gunnar.

“Great series, Gun,” I say. He racked up four RBIs, a couple shy of my total for this series.

“Same to you, bro. Imagine how amazing your game would be if you had to, you know, defend when you were in the field,” he says, straight-faced.

I grab my lucky water bottle from the bench. Other infielders are such assholes. “Good thing my bat is better.”

“That’s not what he said,” Gunnar retorts.

“That’s what they all say,” I reply. As we turn toward the steps to the locker room, I glance at the time on the giant scoreboard in the outfield. Seven-thirty.

The welcome distraction from my personal countdown ended with the game.

“Any movement on a new deal?” Gunnar asks.

“Nope.” I stretch my neck from side to side. During spring training, my agent was this close to nabbing a sponsorship deal with a video game company, but it fell apart at the last minute when the company reported lower revenue than expected. Now, the energy drink manufacturer he’s pursuing is getting cold feet. It’s enough to make a guy wonder if he’s damaged goods.

I’ve been on edge since my agent texted me this morning. “I have dinner with Vance in forty-five minutes,” I tell Gunnar. “He said he has news to share. An endorsement would be sweet.”

That’s an understatement. A good deal could set me up for a long time—and I need the money. Badly.

“I hear you,” the third baseman says as we descend into the tunnel under the ballpark. Gunnar gets my impatience. We’re both only a few years into our service time and hunting for partnerships that will make a difference.

He has his reasons. I have mine.

And as soon as I grab a shower, I can get the hell out of here and deal with them.

One shower later, I stand at my stall, buttoning a crisp purple shirt and tucking it into charcoal slacks. Turning to Gunnar, I hold out my arms wide. “So, do I look good or holy-fuck good?” A man should always look sharp for his agent—a sign of respect for the hard work they do.

My friend gives me a serious once-over, then shrugs. “Eh, I’ve seen better.”

I cup my ear. “What was that? Hotter than hell, you say? Thank you.”

Rolling his eyes, he laughs. “Get out of here. Go enjoy the news.”

I shudder. “News can be bad. It’s driving me crazy. I just want to know what it is.”

“Why do you play baseball if you hate surprises?” Gunnar asks.

“I like good surprises,” I say, stuffing my phone in my pocket. “Like when I homer off a tough lefty, or when the next season of my favorite comedian’s podcast releases early.”

And when a guy likes to fuck the same way I do. That’s the most welcome surprise of all.

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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)

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Some men are just off-limits. Like, say, all the other football players in the league…

I have to stop replaying the one night I spent with my rival. Trouble is, that white-hot encounter with the other quarterback answered a lot of questions I’ve had about myself, but it also led me into this mess where he hates me.
I never showed up for our second date. Since, well, life happened, and the worst part is he’ll never know how much that night meant to me.
But when I’m traded to his cross-town rivals, that’s not the time to serve up my secrets to him either. My team’s PR department wants to double down on our rivalry. I need to focus on football, not on my interest in men. Except, the more time I spend doing media appearances and charity events with the sexy, generous, popular guy, the hungrier I am to finish what we started.
It’s a bad idea to knock on his door late one night. I could lose everything. He’s probably not even home.
But when the door swings open and I’m face to face with the man I want desperately, I have a choice to make.

A standalone, enemies-to-rivals-to-lovers, second chance sports romance full of secrets, first times and forbidden love…

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THE PLAYERS AND THE PETS

Jason

I knew this day was coming.

Saturday, August 15th, ten a.m., has been on the calendar since training camp began.

But as I stand on the sidelines of the San Francisco Hawks facility with my receivers, staring at the field, slack-jawed, I am thoroughly unprepared for the onslaught of cute.

“Those furballs are so damn adorable.” I smack Nate’s rock-hard shoulder. “Just look at them,” I say, pointing at the kittens on the fifty-yard line.

“Like I can look anywhere else,” Nate says, as if he’s been injected with sunshine.

Volunteers from the Furry Friends local animal rescue have escorted a dozen or so adoptable critters to the final practice before our first preseason game tomorrow against the Los Angeles Mercenaries. Until this second, I had no idea I wanted a kitten in my life. I’m a pro baller who’s on the road a ton, with no need for that kind of responsibility in my very single life.

But now?

Sign me up. Starting with . . . that one.

The black-and-white cat with tiny white gloves. “Dude, that tuxedo is all mine,” I shout, laying claim to my favorite.

Nate points at another crate. “Dibs on the orange one!”

The tight end, Orlando, joins us and calls out, “I want the Siamese, then.” Orlando peers around me, then Nate, like he needs to protect his turf from some of the most competitive guys on the team. It’s just receivers and quarterbacks here while the defensive backs are running drills on the far end of the field.

Nate and I trot over to the crate with the black-and-white one. The little critter meows, sauntering to the door to say hi. Bending to one knee, I offer a finger through the crate wires. “Hey there, sweet little thing,” I say, and he nibbles on my finger.

I look up at the sound of sneakers on spongy grass. A friendly blonde makes her way toward us. Reese Kingsley is the publicist for the team and its charitable efforts, including the Furry Friends Weekend. All proceeds from that game will go to the animal rescue, and soon our team photographer will snap pics of the players with the pets to get fans excited and try to rehome some animals.

“You two ready for the first pics?” she asks as she arrives next to me.

“I am ready for my close-up,” I say.

“And then he wants two kittens for the road, please,” Nate puts in, smart-ass that he is. His eyes twinkle with humor.

“So does Nate,” I add.

Reese shakes her head in amusement. “Every time. Every single time we do one of these events, the guys all melt.”

That perks my interest. “You’re saying the other athletes go home with armfuls of kittens?”

With a smirk, Reese nods. “They do. But listen, don’t feel obligated to adopt. We always clear the shelters with the promo. Just the pics will be more than enough,” she says.

Nearby, a woman with a camera around her neck, her black hair piled on her head, waves to Reese.

Reese waves back to the photographer and turns to me. “Looks like we’re ready. We appreciate you doing this with the opposing team.”

Shielding my eyes from the bright morning sun, I scan the field, looking for the Mercenaries—some jog out from their tunnel, also in practice gear.

A guy in a Furry Friends T-shirt walks over from a nearby crate and reaches into the one housing my favorite tux-wearing feline.

Reese sets a hand on my arm. “Jason, we’ll get you first, along with some shots of you and the Mercenaries QB. We want a picture of you holding Bandit. He’s six months old and is part gymnast already. The shelter handler will be off-camera in case the little dude treats you like you’re a vault.”

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The Boyfriend Kickoff (The Boyfriend Zone #0.5) Read Online Lauren Blakely http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-boyfriend-kickoff-the-boyfriend-zone-0-5-read-online-lauren-blakely Fri, 02 Sep 2022 22:09:35 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-boyfriend-kickoff-the-boyfriend-zone-0-5-read-online-lauren-blakely Genre: Contemporary, Insta-Love, M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Authors: Lauren Blakely Series: The Boyfriend Zone Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	(The Boyfriend Zone #0.5) The Boyfriend Kickoff
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Lauren Blakely
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When I finally meet the sexy rival quarterback I’ve been crushing on, I promise myself I won’t let on that he’s the object of my late-night fantasies. And when he invites me to a party at his house that night, I swear I won’t drop a hint then either. He doesn’t need to know how curious I am about him, and about myself. Besides, I need to ask him for help with the media since I’m the other quarterback in town. That’s my one and only goal. But when everyone leaves and it’s just the two of us alone in his home, I start to break all my promises… The Boyfriend Kickoff is a novella that precedes the standalone romance The Boyfriend Comeback!
Books in Series:	The Boyfriend Zone Series by Lauren Blakely
Books by Author:	Lauren Blakely

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The Players and The Pets

Jason

* * *

I knew this day was coming.

Saturday, August 15th, ten a.m., has been on the calendar since training camp began.

But as I stand on the sidelines of the San Francisco Hawks facility with my receivers, staring at the field, slack-jawed, I am thoroughly unprepared for the onslaught of cute.

“Those furballs are so damn adorable.” I smack Nate’s rock-hard shoulder. “Just look at them,” I say, pointing at the kittens on the fifty-yard line.

“Like I can look anywhere else,” Nate says, as if he’s been injected with sunshine.

Volunteers from the Furry Friends local animal rescue have escorted a dozen or so adoptable critters to the final practice before our first preseason game tomorrow against the Los Angeles Mercenaries. Until this second, I had no idea I wanted a kitten in my life. I’m a pro baller who’s on the road a ton, with no need for that kind of responsibility in my very single life.

But now?

Sign me up. Starting with . . . that one.

The black-and-white cat with tiny white gloves. “Dude, that tuxedo is all mine,” I shout, laying claim to my favorite.

Nate points at another crate. “Dibs on the orange one!”

The tight end, Orlando, joins us and calls out, “I want the Siamese, then.” Orlando peers around me, then Nate, like he needs to protect his turf from some of the most competitive guys on the team. It’s just receivers and quarterbacks here while the defensive backs are running drills on the far end of the field.

Nate and I trot over to the crate with the black-and-white one. The little critter meows, sauntering to the door to say hi. Bending to one knee, I offer a finger through the crate wires. “Hey there, sweet little thing,” I say, and he nibbles on my finger.

I look up at the sound of sneakers on spongy grass. A friendly blonde makes her way toward us. Reese Kingsley is the publicist for the team and its charitable efforts, including the Furry Friends Weekend. All proceeds from that game will go to the animal rescue, and soon our team photographer will snap pics of the players with the pets to get fans excited and try to rehome some animals.

“You two ready for the first pics?” she asks as she arrives next to me.

“I am ready for my close-up,” I say.

“And then he wants two kittens for the road, please,” Nate puts in, smart-ass that he is. His eyes twinkle with humor.

“So does Nate,” I add.

Reese shakes her head in amusement. “Every time. Every single time we do one of these events, the guys all melt.”

That perks my interest. “You’re saying the other athletes go home with armfuls of kittens?”

With a smirk, Reese nods. “They do. But listen, don’t feel obligated to adopt. We always clear the shelters with the promo. Just the pics will be more than enough,” she says.

Nearby, a woman with a camera around her neck, her black hair piled on her head, waves to Reese.

Reese waves back to the photographer and turns to me. “Looks like we’re ready. We appreciate you doing this with the opposing team.”

Shielding my eyes from the bright morning sun, I scan the field, looking for the Mercenaries—some jog out from their tunnel, also in practice gear.

A guy in a Furry Friends T-shirt walks over from a nearby crate and reaches into the one housing my favorite tux-wearing feline.

Reese sets a hand on my arm. “Jason, we’ll get you first, along with some shots of you and the Mercenaries QB. We want a picture of you holding Bandit. He’s six months old and is part gymnast already. The shelter handler will be off-camera in case the little dude treats you like you’re a vault.”

“I’ve got pretty steady hands,” I say with a grin. If I can carry a ball downfield, I can handle a high-flying kitten.

The T-shirt guy hands me Bandit, who greets me with an upbeat meow.

Aww, hell. My heart squishes, all helpless. Forget gusto. I turn to mush as I scratch the little guy under the chin. “Aww, look at you with your cute little gloves,” I coo.

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

The team photographer is already on it. Guess she knows a good moment when she sees it. The little fella asks for more, lifting his furry head higher. Then, dear God, the kitty purrs.

I’m. Dead.

“Oh, I get you, Bandit,” I say to him. “It’s sure nice to get a massage.”

A voice rumbles from near my right shoulder. “It is.”

I don’t recognize the gravelly tone, so I turn to the guy who just materialized by my side.

I catalog him. Brown eyes that are broody and intense. A jaw lined with stubble. Dark hair that’s thick and a little wild. Borderline unkempt. His jersey sports a number nine.

It’s the Mercenaries’ new quarterback.

Beck Cafferty.

Since it’s my job to know the other quarterbacks, their skills, and their weaknesses, I’ve read up on him and watched some game film, but there’s not much to see or know. He has a few less years than my twenty-six. This is his first season starting after he warmed the bench last season as a backup. Cafferty didn’t go to a big football school, and the Mercenaries didn’t draft him till round six.

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