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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Fearless (The Finn Factor #7)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B06X9XFV2F</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author R.G. Alexander<br />
Can you be Fearless?<br />
Rory Finn used to have a sinful reputation and a fetish for a certain kind of man–the straighter the better. But since the Mistletoe Meltdown, he’s turned over a new leaf…just in time for his two best friends to start breaking one of the few rules they had–with each other.<br />
The past haunts him, but if he can find the courage to trust them with his heart, and his secrets, he can have the kind of love he’s always needed…from the two people he’s always craved.<br />
<br />
Warning: This book has male/male/male nookie. (Gay for you, Pan for you, Bi for you, Try for you.) That’s right, three sexy guys, nerdy references, vampire love triangle obsessions and a game of X-rated trivia that everybody wins. I won’t bother listing all the things they do to each other. If you’ve read the warning to this point and you know the Finn Factor series at all? You can probably guess. *some sensitive elements-past trauma*<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-finn-factor-series-by-r-g-alexander">The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter One<br><br>“Dude, do not throw up in this car.”<br />
<br />
“If you’d stop talking about it I might stop thinking about it,” Rory grumbled at the back of the driver’s bowl-shaped haircut, wishing for the millionth time he’d accepted his cousin Stephen’s invitation to join some of the family for pizza instead of meeting his friend Rig at a bar.<br />
<br />
Precocious twin toddlers and nosy personal questions aside—free food had its charm. But no. He’d made a bad decision, culminating in this unfriendly ride home via an Uber loser.<br />
<br />
How had he sunk so low? Here he was, a grown-ass man who could drive anything and knew each backstreet, shortcut and traffic light in town—as any self-respecting ambulance jockey should—yet he was currently at the mercy of some paranoid stranger whose dashboard sported more than one animated bobble head, all of them nodding manically as if to say, “You’re right to worry, this guy’s nuts.”<br />
<br />
He should have called a damn taxi instead of letting Rig use the app, but at least Little Lord Phobic-of-Bodily-Fluids was taking Rory’s mind off the fucktastic news he’d gotten tonight.<br />
<br />
“I didn’t plan it, Rory.”<br />
<br />
He didn’t plan on his heart breaking, either. Shit happens.<br />
<br />
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he fumbled for it with fingers that felt clumsy and awkward. Maybe it was Rig texting to tell him his confession had been pure mind-fuckery. A prank between old friends. A lie so ridiculous it sounded like the truth.<br />
<br />
But he wasn’t that lucky.<br />
<br />
Everything okay?<br />
<br />
Resentment and relief flooded him simultaneously when he saw the familiar name pop up on his screen. David Mills. What were the odds? Rory wondered if his ears were ringing after being discussed all night.<br />
<br />
It was too much to hope that he’d just been on his mind.<br />
<br />
He sighed, automatically adding regret to his mixed bag of emotions-starting-with-R. Regret was like Jell-O when it came to David lately. There was always room for more.<br />
<br />
Was everything okay? No. Everything was the opposite of okay. To put it in terms even geek-boy David could understand, the planet of Okay was in a different solar system now, and they might not see it again in their lifetime.<br />
<br />
The reason might have to do with the fact that while Rory had been reevaluating his life and trying to be a better man, his two best friends—his wingmen—had gone flying without him. Together.<br />
<br />
Together.<br />
<br />
So no. Not okay.<br />
<br />
He replied before he could stop himself, trying to keep it light. Sure. Great. Why wouldn’t it be?<br />
<br />
David was already responding. I heard you drank the club dry. Worried, man. Remember? Senior Prom is Poison?<br />
<br />
“A man gets his stomach pumped one time and he never lives it down,” Rory muttered, rolling his eyes.<br />
<br />
Rig must have dialed David as soon as he’d tossed Rory into this Lysol-dowsed clown car. Did he tell him why he’d been drinking? Did he have any idea what Rig had been admitting to? Had they planned it together?<br />
<br />
Were they officially together?<br />
<br />
No. David would have told him that to his face. Believing anything else would break him.<br />
<br />
His phone buzzed again. Still there, Roar?<br />
<br />
His throat went dry at the nickname David had given him the first time he’d seen Rory dressed in his mascot gear. “Hold that Tiger. See Rory Roar!” It brought back memories of laughter and unrequited adoration. He blamed his blurry vision on the alcohol as he swiped at his phone.<br />
<br />
I’ll never get prom drunk again, but this came close. BTW Rig gossips like an Italian grandmother and he took my keys. Don’t listen to anything he says.<br />
<br />
He snorted at David’s quick response. I’ll tell his Nonna you said that.<br />
<br />
Shit. Nonna Gina loved him, but the last thing he needed was to get on her bad side. The woman who lived in the decked-out mother-in-law loft above Rig’s garage kept Rory well fed between Finn family dinners, and up to date on everything going on in the world of fictional vampires.<br />
<br />
That sassy little fireplug loved her some Netflix with a side of fang. They had that in common.<br />
<br />
Italian grandmothers are sexy. Tell her I said THAT. FYI, my Uber guy is a Belieber with a Minion fetish. AND NOW HE KNOWS WHERE I LIVE. If I disappear tonight avenge me.<br />
<br />
There. He sounded like his old self, right? Fun Rory. Unflappable and charming, even when impaired. Fun Rory never took anything seriously, especially sex. ‘Live and let’s fuck’ was his personal motto. Fun Rory would never be found choking down the desire to throw a temper tantrum for the record books just because David and Rig had some fun of their own.<br />
<br />
Jealousy sucked balls.<br />
<br />
And so did Rig.<br />
<br />
David sent him an emoji with a raised eyebrow. Maybe you should have let Rig take you home.<br />
<br />
Did he honestly believe that Rory would let Rig take him home and tuck him in as if nothing had changed? As if he didn’t care about a little blowy between friends?<br />
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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Dangerous (The Finn Factor #3)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B01409UFYW</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Do you like it Dangerous?<br />
Brady Finn has been a cop and a Marine, but he’s never been in a situation as dangerous as this one. Waking up naked in the bed of a man he’s wanted for months—with no memory of how he got there—was only the beginning.<br />
Rope Dom Ken Tanaka knows kink isn’t Brady’s scene, but he still can’t resist the tall, redheaded Boy Scout. When their search for a missing person requires Brady to go above and beyond the call of duty, they’ll both do what needs to be done for the mission—and give in to the undeniable passion between them.<br />
Will their explosive chemistry last once the job is over? Or will taking that chance be more dangerous than either man is willing to risk?<br />
<br />
Warning: Explicit male/male sexy times. Voyeurism with a touch of noncon, role playing, rope. And, once again, very serious about the graphic gay sex. I’m not sure why you don’t believe me… Also? An Evil League of Evil! Good kink vs scary villain kink (you’ve been warned), Finn Club rules and the aftereffects of The Great Rumming of 2015. I SAID RUMMING. Dirty minds.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-finn-factor-series-by-r-g-alexander">The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter One<br><br>“Are all Marines this lazy in the morning?”<br />
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The amused male voice in Brady Finn’s ear sounded familiar, but he didn’t have a chance to wonder why or respond to the question. As soon as he tried to move, his head began to throb so violently it felt like it was preparing to rip itself off his body. He almost wished it would. “Oh God.”<br />
<br />
He lowered his arms from their position over his head and dragged his palms slowly down his face, willing his brain to function and the tips of his hair to stop hurting. Why the hell did his hair hurt?<br />
<br />
The pub. He’d been at the pub. He’d had a drink and played a game of darts with his cousin Seamus, listening to his renovation plans for the bar and trying not to think about where he was going to go now that he’d left Owen and Jeremy’s guest room. Of course then Owen had surprised him by showing up to talk and buying him another round of what he’d been drinking.<br />
<br />
Rum. He remembered the rum.<br />
<br />
Now every cell in his body was rebelling against him and he was in a strange bed with no memory of what he’d done last night after he got halfway through the second bottle.<br />
<br />
The body beside him shifted and he rethought that last statement. He had no memory of who he’d done last night. Shit.<br />
<br />
Brady carefully squinted against the brightness of the bedroom. At first all he could see through his lashes was a smile—gleaming white teeth framed by lips that were made for every wicked thing a man could imagine. He would know that mouth anywhere.<br />
<br />
It belonged to Kenneth Tanaka.<br />
<br />
Maybe he was still asleep. The pain was reminiscent of one of his nightmares, but the scenes that haunted him didn’t usually include waking up beside a man he’d lusted after for months. That was a completely different type of torture.<br />
<br />
It couldn’t be Tanaka. Brady hadn’t seen the tempting computer hacker in nearly five weeks. Not since Stephen’s wedding reception. He’d had a little to drink that night too, but he remembered every second of their last encounter, and the vow he’d made the next morning not to finish what he’d started with the kinky bastard. No matter how much he wanted to.<br />
<br />
The soft laugh sounded like loud, angry bells to his sensitive ears. “You’re not looking so good, Finn. Rough night?”<br />
<br />
It was him. Son of a bitch.<br />
<br />
“Water,” Brady rasped, his throat raw and dry and his need to delay a morning-after conversation paramount in his mind. “I need water.”<br />
<br />
All of it. He needed every drop the man could find. And then, when he was hydrated enough to move, he was planning on throwing up, hopefully in private, preferably in a seedy motel where no one would think to look for him and he could suffer in peace.<br />
<br />
The bed bounced lightly when Ken rolled off and Brady groaned. “I’m dying.”<br />
<br />
“Sit up first. I brought you something to drink.”<br />
<br />
Water? His movements were clumsy and leaden as he twisted so he could plant his feet on the smooth wood floor. He stifled another groan and rested his aching head in his rough, wide palms. “I don’t get hangovers. I never get hangovers.”<br />
<br />
His brothers always said he had the constitution of an ox. Specifically Babe the Blue Ox—because giant references never got old in his family. It was a challenge to get him tipsy, and he’d never gotten so hammered he blacked out. He left that to the more adventurous Finns.<br />
<br />
Speaking of his drinking buddy… “Owen?”<br />
<br />
“Your cousin is fine,” Ken assured him wryly. “It’s barely eleven-thirty and he’s already called your phone five times.” He took one of Brady’s hands in his and wrapped his fingers around a hot cup. “And he’s not the only one who called and left a message. Don’t drop that—drink it so you can tell them the bad man didn’t leave you in a tub of ice without your kidneys.”<br />
<br />
Eleven-thirty? How had he slept so long?<br />
<br />
You got drunk and passed out. Keep up, moron.<br />
<br />
“Keep your voice down,” he grumbled at Ken and the voice in his head. “At least until the room stops spinning.”<br />
<br />
Ken lowered his voice obediently. “This should help.”<br />
<br />
Brady managed to raise his head enough to study the steaming cup in his hand. The brown liquid smelled like cloying incense and wet burlap. Definitely not water. “What is it?” he asked suspiciously. “Poison?”<br />
<br />
“This is the antidote. You’ve never had a hangover? Well I’ve never had a naked man get sick in my bed. I like this bed and when I’m in it I like thinking about healthy naked men. So drink. All of it.”<br />
<br />
Brady gulped it down without another word, willing to do whatever it took to find relief while he adjusted to the reality of his situation. The task would be easier if he knew where his clothes were.<br />
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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Scandalous (The Finn Factor #2)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B00V7LCGRG</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Will it be Scandalous? If Natasha Rivera is involved, the answer is usually yes. The owner of The Twisted Tart bakery has never been shy about expressing her opinions or her desires. The only secret she ever kept had to do with her feelings for a certain Finn and the details of their unusual relationship.<br />
<br />
When reformed bad boy Senator Stephen Finn asks Natasha to join him for a week of political intrigue and kink, there’s no way she can say no. Nothing has changed. His star is still on the rise and she is still too wild to be tamed. Once they get their hands on each other they’re bound to cause a scandal…but it might just be worth it.<br />
<br />
Recipe of Warning: Take one outspoken, sexually confident woman and a repressed former bad boy. Combine until sparks fly. Add voyeurism, exhibitionism, spanking, excessive quantities of explicit sex, a kinky house party and whatever pervertible you have on hand…thoroughly shake the mixture until your wrists hurt or your batteries run low. Mmmm. Yummy warning.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-finn-factor-series-by-r-g-alexander">The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter One<br><br>Tasha pressed her back against the door of the senator’s downtown office and took in his lean silhouette. He was standing at the windows, sunlight outlining his broad shoulders and bent head. With his back to her, he talked softly into his cell, so focused on the phone call she wasn’t even sure he’d heard her come in.<br />
<br />
His distraction gave her time to catch her breath and soothe the butterflies in her stomach that had no business being there in the first place. How many years, how many decades, would have to pass before her knees stopped wobbling at the sight of the sexy, six-foot-two scoop of vanilla that was Stephen Finn?<br />
<br />
Damn the man. What was it about him that did this to her?<br />
<br />
He was undeniably handsome, but she knew a lot of handsome men. He was smart. A popular state senator who wasn’t afraid to deal with the tough issues and fight—even against his own party—for what he believed in. But she was no political groupie. He had status in the state. An aura of authority that made people instinctively trust him, but what usually turned her on was a different sort of power exchange.<br />
<br />
The kinky kind that Senator Finn didn’t understand.<br />
<br />
She’d topped some lovely submissives and been topped by some truly talented dominants. She’d dated a handful of entertaining men in the lifestyle over the years, and even indulged in semi-regular threesomes with her best friend Jeremy, before he and Owen Finn had given in to each other and become exclusive. Her life was so jam-packed with adventures in sin that she could write a Natasha Rivera tell-all memoir thick enough to hold open a damn door. And she was only thirty-five.<br />
<br />
But one look at Stephen and none of that mattered. One look and suddenly she was an inexperienced schoolgirl with more hormones than brain cells again. Vulnerable and needy.<br />
<br />
It made absolutely no sense. It never had.<br />
<br />
He wasn’t wearing his usual suit—the one she was always tempted to wrinkle or snag or spill a drink on so he wouldn’t look so unapproachable and uptight. Today he’d replaced it with a button-down navy shirt that would bring out the blue of his eyes. It was still a little formal for a Saturday, but his sleeves were rolled up and the hem was only loosely tucked into his fitted khaki pants. For Stephen that was as casual as he was likely to get.<br />
<br />
It occurred to her that she hadn’t seen him in jeans since they were in school, which was probably for the best since he was truly dangerous in denim. They highlighted two of her favorite features. His strong thighs and that sweet, squeezable ass.<br />
<br />
Stephen lowered the phone and stared out the window, his broad shoulders tense. Long seconds and then minutes ticked by without his moving or saying a word. She shifted impatiently and her sundress rustled. Nothing. She sighed and he still didn’t look her way.<br />
<br />
Tasha could take a lot of torture when she chose, from nipple clamps to floggers and even the occasional Lifetime movie marathon, but she’d never been good at being ignored. He’d demanded her presence—sent a man to her door to collect her—the least he could do was acknowledge it.<br />
<br />
“Did you have me abducted by the Marines so I could tell you how those pants fit your ass, or did you want me for something in particular?” she drawled in a light sarcastic tone.<br />
<br />
Stephen looked over his shoulder with an enigmatic expression. There was no surprise when he saw her, and his smile was distracted but genuine. Potent as ever. “Sorry about that. My phone’s been ringing all morning. That was the first moment of peace I’ve had today.” He turned toward her. “It’s good to see you, Natasha. I wasn’t sure Brady could convince you to meet with me.”<br />
<br />
She swallowed hard at the sound of his voice. It was a rich baritone meant for late-night radio or bedroom seduction. Deep and confident. He could read the phone book during debates and still win—it was that mesmerizing.<br />
<br />
“I wasn’t informed I had an option.”<br />
<br />
And though she’d complained, she hadn’t refused the invitation because—and this was something she was never going to admit to Stephen out loud—she’d missed him. They hadn’t seen each other since that morning at Jeremy’s, when the Finns descended in a show of familial solidarity after Jen’s ex tried his hand at blackmail. Thank God he’d been as bad at it as he was at everything else. The attempt had been so botched it was almost comical, but the repercussions to the family had been all too real.<br />
<br />
Stephen had been rumpled then too. Rumpled, apologetic and confusingly affectionate. He’d kissed her breathless against the siding of Jeremy’s lakeside home, apologizing for getting her caught up in the drama and informing her they needed to have a serious talk. Soon.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Obvious (BONUS CONTENT) (The Finn Factor #10)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Could he be more Obvious?<br />
<br />
Matthew Finn is about to find out. He’s got a crush and a prickly pickle of a problem, but with a little help from his newfound family, he’ll convince Oliver “Legs” Garcia that he's the real thing.<br />
<br />
*The first half of this novella was originally posted as a free read in 2018, but has since been revised and doubled in length with a Bonus section aptly titled, More Obvious.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-finn-factor-series-by-r-g-alexander">The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter One<br><br>“What’s the story with Legs McGee?”<br />
<br />
Matthew Finn let the question fall like an afterthought, idle curiosity meant to fill a lull in the conversation instead of something he’d been wanting to ask for the last hour. Getting the answer was the reason he was voluntarily spending Friday night in his brother William’s still-unopened boxing gym, eating cold ham off a paper plate while trading friendly insults and gossip with his cousin Rory and William’s brother-in-law, Robert Wayne.<br />
<br />
All because Matthew couldn’t get his mind off the slender fitness demon currently doing a second set of come-hither dumbbell squats on the other side of the gym, his clinging nylon shorts threatening to Free Willy at any moment.<br />
<br />
Watching the man from a distance, the way he had every night for the last week, was starting to get to him. He’d never been into guys before. Not that he had anything against people who swung that way—he wasn’t an asshole. He’d just always been attracted to women. In fact, he’d been so confident in his sexuality up to this point that he could admire a good-looking man, aesthetically speaking, without having the desire to take him home and pin him to his bed.<br />
<br />
Matthew wanted to take this one home.<br />
<br />
Damned if he could explain it, but it was all he could think about. He was all he could think about, and his need to know more about him wasn’t going away. If anything, his obsession was getting worse, and it was starting to invade every aspect of his life.<br />
<br />
“Whose legs are we talking about here?” Rory asked. “Did Robert finally get a date and we’re here to get all the graphic details? Now I know why you invited me along. Sex stories and leftovers are two of my favorite things.”<br />
<br />
He winked at Matthew before sliding a napkin across the counter to Robert.<br />
<br />
“We all know how much you like to share sex stories, but that’s not happening tonight,” Robert waved his plastic fork toward Rory in warning. “I’m too young to be hearing about any more of your Kama Sutra Gumby positions. And you are the last person I’d be giving details to about my sex life, even if I’d had enough time to date in the last few months. Which I haven’t.”<br />
<br />
“You don’t have time to date?” Rory sounded skeptical. “Because sitting around at a closed gym is too time consuming?”<br />
<br />
“Sitting around? I’ve been the main contact dealing with last minute construction, the utility companies, and all the advertising. I left my job to work here, in case you’ve forgotten, so I’ve got a stake in it being a success. This place is my priority right now.”<br />
<br />
“I call bullshit,” Rory muttered in Matthew’s direction. “Sex is every man’s priority. And his job issues happened after that time he brought some jerk of a coworker home to date his brother—”<br />
<br />
“One mistake and they never let it go,” Robert groaned. “I didn’t even know Younger existed then. Haven’t I been punished enough?”<br />
<br />
“Well now I think so,” Matthew said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning. “But you Waynes appear to have a talent for grudge-holding that’s unsurpassed in this modern age.”<br />
<br />
“And we Finns still love stirring the pot.” Rory’s eyes sparkled with humor. “Especially when your epic fail at matchmaking got in the way of my big brother’s romance.”<br />
<br />
Robert rolled his eyes, and the conversation waned again as he dove back into his plate of glazed ham and baby potatoes.<br />
<br />
Matthew stifled a sigh of frustration. So much for casual curiosity.<br />
<br />
Just tell them, man!<br />
<br />
As if it were that easy. The three of them had little in common, apart from their love of the free food available at their families’ regular get-togethers. Matthew hadn’t known Rory long enough to be really close to him, but he appreciated his cousin’s humor and his committed relationship with the two men who barely let him out of their sight. Rory had forged his own path to happiness, and he wasn’t shy about sharing all the details, graphic or otherwise.<br />
<br />
Robert Wayne—who looked like a casting call for younger, more earnest Denzel Washington—was a wiz at marketing, which was how he convinced William to let him help get Finn’s Ring off the ground. He was good at details and—apart from that matchmaking fail—he usually knew how to read a room.<br />
<br />
They were an unlikely trio, but alliances had been built on less and that was what he needed now. Allies. That was why, when Matthew realized Robert had missed tonight’s dinner to man the gym, he’d decided a special delivery was the perfect excuse to show up and grill him for information.<br />
<br />
He hadn’t decided yet if asking Rory to come along for the ride was a good thing. But, at the very least, he’d have a better idea about how to go about getting a man’s attention.<br />
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From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author R.G. Alexander, Book 11 in the Finn Factor Series! <br />
What Makes You Breathless? <br />
Firefighter Wyatt Finn has been chasing Fiona Howard for a while now. But so has Thoreau Wayne. The only thing they seem to have in common is the beautiful, commitment-phobic bartender, and they'd both do anything to make her stay. <br />
After barely escaping a burning building with his brother and his life, Wyatt starts to rethink his priorities. <br />
When Thoreau approaches him with an idea to change their tense triangle into a true triad, he’s willing to give Plan WTF a chance. <br />
But Fiona has secrets that could end it all before it even begins... <br />
<br />
Warning: This is a man's world. Explicit sex. Beer. Fire. Tapas? The dropping of the trou along with potential sword touching and bisexual elephants in the room (not real elephants silly). Interfering Waynes and Finns, group texts, mystery baby daddies, and three characters who've been sidelined throughout the series finding love in a hopeless place.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-finn-factor-series-by-r-g-alexander">The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>“Love must be as much a light as it is a flame.”<br />
<br />
― Henry David Thoreau<br><br>Chapter One<br><br>Wyatt<br><br>What now, firecracker?<br />
<br />
Squinting through the smoke and floating ash, he scanned the large office space currently burning down around him in search of an opening. The second floor of the building was shared by telemarketers and accountants, and their colorfully framed inspirational quotes littering the room seemed to mock him. Teamwork Makes the Dream Work was his favorite, but it had fallen off the wall and was currently in flames next to the poster of a cat hanging from a tree.<br />
<br />
He patted his brother’s leg, knowing that if he weren’t unconscious and slung over Wyatt’s shoulder like a roll of heavy carpet, he would have appreciated the irony. “See that? Hang in there, buddy.”<br />
<br />
Not the right message for the moment. Not with heat blistering and peeling the paint from the walls and the fresh flames blocking the direction he’d come in only minutes before.<br />
<br />
“That’s damned inconvenient.” Even with no mask to muffle it, he could barely hear his own voice over the angry roar of the fire and sounds of its destruction on the floors above and below. Someone was likely yelling at him on the radio, but luckily, he couldn’t hear that either. The smoke wasn’t that bad in here yet, though the acrid fumes were already filling his nose and tasting like metal on his tongue.<br />
<br />
Maybe he needed to keep his mouth shut.<br />
<br />
The stairs are on the other side of that fire. Turn left in the hallway. First door on the right. One floor down, right turn out of the stairwell, thirty steps to the front door and we’ll be clear.<br />
<br />
Wyatt had been in similar situations and knew the chaos around him could, and would, fuck with his head. It was the disorientation more than anything. The heat and smoke, the debris and general sense of urgency, all turned a man around, eating up precious seconds he couldn’t afford to lose. So he did his best to visualize the path he needed to take in his mind until he believed he could walk it with his eyes closed.<br />
<br />
It was a helpful trick he’d picked up from his girlfriend, Fiona, but it never took into account the unexpected obstacles fires loved to create without warning. His need for an alternate exit while carrying extra weight on his shoulders sprang to mind.<br />
<br />
Girlfriend, Wyatt? Really?<br />
<br />
She didn’t approve of the word. Complicated was how he usually referred to their relationship. Exciting, messy, all-consuming—those worked, too.<br />
<br />
He’d added confusing and frustrating as hell to the list when Fiona had left his bed three weeks ago without waking him up to say goodbye or letting him take her to the airport.<br />
<br />
He understood why she’d left the time before. He’d handled things so badly even he was grateful for the temporary reprieve. But this? She’d only been back for maybe six months before she’d told him she was heading out again. What kind of class was she auditing in California that she couldn’t take here?<br />
<br />
More importantly, was she planning on coming back?<br />
<br />
Would he still be here if she did?<br />
<br />
You won’t if you don’t get moving, dear. Wall of fire in front of you.<br />
<br />
Oxygen deprivation was already affecting his ability to focus and putting Fiona’s voice in his head. He needed to get his shit together and get them out of this. As soon as he did, he could head to the pub to celebrate their survival while drowning his sorrows. He’d call it multitasking.<br />
<br />
I still won’t be there.<br />
<br />
Fine then, not the pub. There were plenty of other bars that weren’t owned or frequented by his family. He couldn’t think of any that he wanted to go to alone, but they’d do in a pinch.<br />
<br />
“First, we’ve got to get you out of here.”<br />
<br />
Noah was the only one who mattered right now. The injured man over his shoulder had a kid to get home to, and Wyatt refused to be the one who let that little guy down. Who let his brother down.<br />
<br />
Never again.<br />
<br />
“Give me something.” He coughed and studied the room again. “What do you think of that, man? Might work, right?” He turned his body slightly so his brother could see what he was talking about.<br />
<br />
Noah didn’t respond, and he hadn’t expected him to, but running things by him was too deeply ingrained a habit for him to stop now, and it helped him think. He stared at the large filing cabinet that had already been partially dislodged from the far wall. It was in a good position, and already leaning. If he angled it right… Yeah. That would do it.<br />
<br />
He navigated around tilted desks, tangled melting cords and unrecognizable piles of wet, still sizzling trash until he was close enough to place his boot on the huge metal cabinet and shove, directing it into the fire. He closed his eyes tightly and swung his brother away as it crashed into the crackling flames, spitting sparks and more burning ash into the swirling air around him. When he glanced back, he saw that his temporary firebreak had done exactly what he needed it to do.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Obvious (The Finn Factor #9.5)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
How do you ask a guy out on a date with your foot in your mouth?<br />
<br />
Matthew Finn is about to find out. He’s got a crush and a prickly pickle problem, but with a little help from his growing family, he might just be able to convince Oliver “Legs” Garcia that he’s his Mr. Right.<br />
<br />
*This is a super short free read in the world of The Finn Factor series<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-finn-factor-series-by-r-g-alexander">The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter One<br><br>“So what’s the story on Legs McGee?”<br />
<br />
Matthew made the question sound like an afterthought, idle curiosity meant to fill a lull in conversation instead of something he’d been patiently waiting to ask for the last hour.<br />
<br />
He’d officially gone ’round the bend. Why else would he choose to spend a Friday night at his brother’s boxing gym, eating cold ham off a paper plate and working up the courage to approach a man he didn’t know? He wasn’t the obsessive type and, the last time he’d checked, he wasn’t into guys. But the slender fitness demon on his second set of come-hither squats had been taking up his attention for days. And he was definitely a man.<br />
<br />
If he’d had any doubts on that score, the clinging nylon shorts that were threatening to Free Willy at any moment would have been confirmation enough. They were a menace, those shorts, and the same pair he’d worn a week ago when Matthew stopped in to harass his older brother, William, and see how preparations for the grand opening were shaping up.<br />
<br />
“Whose legs are we talking about?” Rory asked. “Are we swapping sex stories now? Because that would make this a party and you know I’m down for that.”<br />
<br />
He winked at Matthew before handing a napkin to Robert Wayne, William’s brother-in-law and the man Matthew needed to grill for information. The three of them were set up on stools around the front desk, plates heaped with baby potatoes, glazed ham, homemade rolls and leftover lasagna.<br />
<br />
Matthew had learned that there was always lasagna at their family gatherings. The wife of one of his cousins, Tasha Finn, had a particular fondness for it. His family had recently quadrupled in size, so these little details were necessary to keep everything straight in his head.<br />
<br />
The blond, blue-eyed Rory had dressed for comfort instead of a party in an old pair of scrub bottoms and an oversized superhero t-shirt, while Robert gave off a young Denzel circa The Pelican Brief vibe with his white shirt, rolled up sleeves, and a snug pair of slacks.<br />
<br />
He still looked like a salesman instead of the manager of a boxing club, but William assured him that would change once the man relaxed.<br />
<br />
Robert finished chewing his ham before trying to speak. “I think Matthew’s talking about Mr. Impatient, the guy who managed to wrangle a membership out of William before my ads were even put in the paper.”<br />
<br />
Finally. “That’s the one.”<br />
<br />
“I’m not sure what his story is, but it must be a good one,” Robert said. “The grand opening isn’t for another six days, but he’s come in every day for the last two weeks and stays for hours, which means I stay for hours, even when the workers aren’t around.”<br />
<br />
Those workers were the reason Matthew hadn’t noticed Legs right away that first day. He’d been watching them install new lighting and pondering over how far his brother had come from backroom brawls for cash and debt collection, when the leggy man throwing wild punches at the recently installed heavy bag finally registered on his radar.<br />
<br />
For Matthew, the earth may as well have flipped on its side. In the short time it had taken William to run upstairs to his apartment and grab the latest sonogram of his unborn son, everything had changed.<br />
<br />
He’d made the appropriate sounds of praise over the snapshot of his nearly-baked nephew—who from that angle honestly looked like an alien hybrid with dimples—and left far sooner than he’d planned in an act of blatant self-preservation.<br />
<br />
It wasn’t every day a man was hit by that kind of lightning. The “Surprise! You like peen!” type of thunderbolt. It would’ve been unusual if he hadn’t needed a moment to recuperate and take stock of himself.<br />
<br />
Surprisingly, his dark night of the soul had lasted less than twenty-four-hours. A possible record in the family as far as orientation epiphanies went, but then Matthew had never been one to procrastinate or deny the facts. His desire was a fact.<br />
<br />
So he’d come back the next day, and each day after that. William believed Matthew was working up to asking for a lesson or two in the fine art of bare-knuckle boxing from his big brother.<br />
<br />
He didn’t have the heart to tell him he was wrong.<br />
<br />
Bronte, Matthew’s sister-in-law, believed he wanted a closer relationship with her husband after the last few years of strained distance.<br />
<br />
There was some truth in that, but that was why he was back in town full time, not why he’d been hanging around their property like some right creepy stalker.<br />
<br />
Matthew hadn’t told either of them the truth. That the last four days of rushing from his boring IT job to Finn’s Ring was solely about staring at a half-naked stranger while he sorted through his new desires, and letting his curiosity about the man who’d caused it grow into a full-on obsession.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>One Wild Finn (The Finn Factor #9)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B07BFXDP3Z</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author R.G. Alexander, Book 9 in the Finn Factor Series <br />
It all started with a dare. And a wedding. Liquor was involved… <br />
William Finn and Bronte Wayne have nothing in common—unless you count their families, which seem more entwined every day. Oh, and that pesky little issue of them being married. <br />
Bronte is the responsible sister. The plain Wayne. Though her biological clock is not so much ticking as counting down, she’s not the type to get married on a whim. At least, not to an Irish brawler who takes nothing seriously—and is seventeen years her junior. <br />
His American cousins may think William took advantage of Bronte, but nothing could be farther from the truth. From the moment they met, the curvy charge nurse made him want to fight for a future and family of his own—with her. But his past and her doubts keep getting in the way. <br />
The Finn, Wayne and Collins clans have matchmakers and meddlers to spare, but in the end it’ll be up to Bronte to do the responsible thing—the mature thing. Or take a chance and risk her heart on one wild Finn. <br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-finn-factor-series-by-r-g-alexander">The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter One<br><br>Bronte eyed the design that topped her latte with what she knew was an irrational amount of animosity. It was artistic and harmless and it might as well have been a bug. A white, frothy, clover-shaped bug.<br />
<br />
Maybe she was overtired. After driving eight hours with barely four hours of sleep, she was running on fumes, sugar and raw nerves. Her body needed protein and a power nap more than caffeine, but the idea of eating made her queasy and sleep was not in her immediate future.<br />
<br />
She’d walked over to the coffee shop as soon as she’d tossed her suitcase in her room, desperate to stretch her legs and grab another jolt of java. The quirky waterfront café would be the perfect place to drink a hazelnut latte and get her bearings.<br />
<br />
That had been the plan, anyway.<br />
<br />
Shivering, she was seconds away from giving in and reaching for the steaming cup perched precariously on the outdoor patio table when her phone began blasting out Rihanna’s S&M.<br />
<br />
Great timing.<br />
<br />
Bronte tried to answer before the singer got to chains and whips, but in her haste she nearly dropped the phone and almost knocked over her latte instead.<br />
<br />
Na na na come on.<br />
<br />
“There’s a foam shamrock in my coffee.” As a greeting, it left something to be desired, but she knew her caller would understand.<br />
<br />
“Those bastards.” The uninhibited laughter of Tasha Finn rang in her ear. “Wait, let me try that again, I wasn’t feeling it. Who exactly are we mad at for that?”<br />
<br />
“The Daily Grind. And we weren’t really upset until they kindly suggested I drink my latte outside like a leper after accidentally making the little redhead serving me cry.”<br />
<br />
“You got kicked out? Oh that’s awful.”<br />
<br />
Bronte scowled grumpily. “Stop laughing. I’m now exiled from what—based on the crowd size—is the Mecca of specialty coffee drinkers in this town because of a stupid shamrock. I haven’t even been here an hour.”<br />
<br />
She hadn’t lost her temper. Not really. Apparently the grim look on her face when she’d politely asked why Pumpkin Spice had felt the need to get artistic with her order had been enough to have her banished to the patio section.<br />
<br />
Maybe you shouldn’t have called her Pumpkin Spice?<br />
<br />
Okay, she might deserve the exile.<br />
<br />
A light gust of wind made her shiver again, and she wrapped her fingers around the hot cup and took a defiant sip.<br />
<br />
It was delicious.<br />
<br />
She should have left a bigger tip but…<br />
<br />
“Shamrocks,” she muttered, knowing she sounded insane.<br />
<br />
This was all his fault.<br />
<br />
William Pain-In-Her-Ass Finn.<br />
<br />
“It’s March, Bronte,” Tasha said unsympathetically. “Even down there in Baltimore, so I’m sure she didn’t do it to piss you off. Neither did I, but at this moment The Twisted Tart is being decorated like your worst St. Patrick’s Day nightmare. Though I did make sure our sugar cookies were shaped like braided snakes instead of shamrocks this year. Very phallic, a little obscure for the masses, and—now don’t die of shock or anything—it’s already causing quite a scandal.”<br />
<br />
Bronte wasn’t shocked. The bakery owner would set tongues wagging even if she weren’t married to state senator and all around golden boy, Stephen Finn. But since she was, everything she did seemed up for debate.<br />
<br />
The Finns were well known for being big, sexy pillars of the community—first responders, cops, senators, and of course, owners of Finn’s Pub, an institution in their mini-metropolis.<br />
<br />
With Tasha’s kinky, colorful past and equally colorful ancestry—half Puerto Rican, half Irish, all beautiful—it was no surprise she’d been the hot topic once she’d joined the family. She and Stephen were a beautiful couple, but they’d been well on their way to becoming old news until their adorable twin toddlers, Huck and Ned, were spotted around town. Much to their father’s chagrin, those two were precocious and photogenic enough to have their own amateur paparazzi.<br />
<br />
“Phallic cookies? For shame,” Bronte chided, taking another sip of the scalding, sweet elixir she should feel too guilty to drink. “What kind of example are you setting for our very own George and Charlotte?”<br />
<br />
“You read that article? You should have seen Stephen’s face when he saw the comparison,” Tasha said with a groan. “Did they call my son Charlotte? I was upset for an entirely different reason, of course. First of all, I had no idea Stephen had been approached to run for Governor, so he’s in the doghouse. But more importantly, if we’re being compared to the British monarchy, I’m not Kate Middleton. I know my mother-in-law loves her, but she’s too perfect. She has that Mary Poppins level of perfection that no one could ever live up to. We all know I’m much more Meghan.”<br />
<br />
Bronte smirked. “You wish. Along with every female member of my nursing staff under fifty. The royal wedding is all they’ve been able to talk about for months.”<br />
<br />
“Well who wouldn’t want that fairytale? A handsome, reformed bad boy from the British Isles and his American black beauty? Wait, why does that sound familiar? I wonder who they could possibly remind me of...” Tasha let her voice trail off teasingly.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Lawless (The Finn Factor #8)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B074RFD8C7</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author R.G. Alexander, Finn Factor Book 8. <br />
Who says love isn’t Lawless? Chief Solomon Finn needed a change. After leaving the force to help his family and think about his future, it doesn't take him long to figure out what it is that he's been missing.<br />
Hugo Wayne.<br />
Keeping the peace while burying his deepest desires had sent the one man he wanted running in the other direction. No more.<br />
Everyone else in his damn family had found their happy ending... It was time he did the same.<br />
<br />
Warning: Gay men in love and getting busy. Shower attacks. An overabundance of Finnterventions and dinner arguments about Nora Roberts. Did I mention all that gay sex? Don’t read this if you don’t like gay sex. Or spankings and handcuffs and men having sex…with each other. Just trust me on this one.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-finn-factor-series-by-r-g-alexander">The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter One<br><br>Solomon rolled out of bed at dawn. He’d been awake for hours, but the first weak rays of sunlight streaming into his upstairs window gave him a valid excuse to start his day.<br />
<br />
Time to run.<br />
<br />
He’d always found comfort in keeping to familiar routines, and his early morning jog through the quiet, older neighborhood usually helped him get his head on straight. Afterwards he had a shower, hot black coffee and scrambled egg whites to look forward to.<br />
<br />
He’d had the same morning schedule for years. The only difference now was he didn’t put on his clean uniform and head to the station after breakfast. Some days he still had to remind himself that he had nowhere he needed to be. He hadn’t for a while.<br />
<br />
Until he’d resigned from the only job he’d ever known, stopped cutting his hair and come out to his family near the first of the year, his life had been consistent. Structured. Now there were some days he barely recognized himself in the mirror.<br />
<br />
He was the second Chief Solomon Finn to remove his badge and retire early. He never knew the reason his father had made his decision, but he’d left for family reasons. Personal reasons. It was an impulsive decision, but at the time he’d seen no other option.<br />
<br />
Now his days revolved around what he wanted instead of what was expected. He’d been more available to the people he cared about. He’d also spent more time volunteering at the youth center. He’d become friends with several volunteers as the police chief, and they’d welcomed him with open arms and a schedule that gave him something to look forward to. The kids welcomed him as well, and it was a balm for his soul after this last year.<br />
<br />
Since his savings and investments insured he had at least another year before he had to make any definitive career decisions, he had all the time he could ask for to do whatever he wanted to do.<br />
<br />
He was untethered. Free. No obligations. No demands on his time.<br />
<br />
At first he’d been surprised at how well he’d taken to it. He’d never had any time off before, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d relaxed. Vacation Younger, his family had called him, when they’d gotten over their shock.<br />
<br />
Initially his brothers assumed he’d retired because he was having a mid-life crisis. But when he hadn’t purchased a new house or car, and hadn’t celebrated his coming out by dating some guy half his age, they’d started to worry.<br />
<br />
That was when the campaign to get him an active social life had begun in earnest. Jeremy, Rory, his Aunt Ellen, everyone knew someone they wanted him to meet for drinks. Stephen’s wife, Tasha, kept sending him articles from an advice columnist named Green.<br />
<br />
It was thoughtful and generous. It was also the last thing he wanted.<br />
<br />
He had no desire to go to clubs or connect to anyone online. He already knew what he wanted. Who he wanted.<br />
<br />
The fact that the man in question wouldn’t give him the time of day was a problem no one in his family could help him resolve, and not something he was eager to share.<br />
<br />
He picked up his pace, focusing on the sound of his shoes hitting the asphalt, the cold air that stung his cheeks and the sweat dripping down his spine. Anything to distract him from thinking about what he didn’t have, and the endless list of bad decisions that got him to where he was now.<br />
<br />
Forty. Unemployed. Alone.<br />
<br />
“God, but you look grim, Solomon. I thought healthy people were supposed to be so full of sunshine they shat rainbows and radiated pure joy. You can’t even claim job stress for that constipated scowl. You’re not really selling me on the lifestyle, if I’m honest.”<br />
<br />
Where the hell had he come from?<br />
<br />
Solomon kept his stride steady in spite of the surprise arrival of his Irish cousin, who’d managed to catch up to him mid-jog wearing his ever present motorcycle combat boots. “William. A little early in the day for a visit. Plus, as you can see I’m kind of busy at the moment. What did you do this time?”<br />
<br />
Someday he was going to pay Seamus Finn back for this. One trip to Ireland and he’d come back with a rich lover and three new relatives. Bellamy was a great guy, but his new cousins—this one in particular—he could live without.<br />
<br />
Finns and vacations were not a good combination.<br />
<br />
William smirked, an expression that seemed permanently etched into his face and begged to be knocked off every time Solomon saw it. Since he’d fought with his fists for money more often than not, he probably did it on purpose.<br />
<br />
“I might be offended, cuz. What makes you think I did anything wrong? Maybe it’s a brisk, beautiful morning, I didn’t feel like going to sleep yet, and you’re the only one I know who gets up this early on purpose.”<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Ravenous (The Finn Factor #4)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B017UUVEOS</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Is it wrong to be this Ravenous?<br />
When Jennifer Finn was good, she was very very good, and when she was bad…she got arrested for assault and indecent exposure. Now Jen’s back in school and determined to find her balance. But one man seems just as determined to destroy her equilibrium, and he knows all the right buttons to push.<br />
What began as a favor for an old friend became something more the instant Trick Dunham laid eyes on Jen. Now he can’t resist inserting himself into her life, despite warnings from her family. Little Finn might be struggling to find her path but Trick knows exactly where she belongs. What she needs. He just has to get her and their third to agree.<br />
Professor Declan Kelley has a weakness for his old lover, Trick. The bad boy ex-con has become a wickedly sensual man who comes whenever he pleases, but never stays. When he shows up again it’s to offer Declan one of his darkest desires to date—Jennifer Finn and Trick together on a three-way platter. But that would threaten the safe, uncomplicated life he’s built for himself, and Declan’s not doing that for anything.<br />
Unless it’s forever…<br />
<br />
Warning: This book is a Jenga tower of sin. Explicit, graphic, shocking, teetering-on-the-edge-of-unbalanced, unapologetic sin. M/m, m/f, f watching m/m together and liking it so much that m grabs f and makes her a part of the dirtiest m/m/f ménage in history. That’s right, I said it. Role play—the hot-for-teacher kind, the sexy-thief-in-the-night kind AND…well sometimes you just have to ignore the warnings and ive right in.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-finn-factor-series-by-r-g-alexander">The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>“What are we learning about today, Little Finn?”<br />
<br />
Jennifer Finn looked up from her spot beneath a large oak tree and frowned, hoping the man looming over her wouldn’t see her blush and know what she’d just been fantasizing about. “I’m learning about how a properly applied Taser can thoroughly discourage pests of the private dick variety. And I’ve told you not to call me that.”<br />
<br />
Trick Dunham smirked at her. “It slipped out. You looked so innocent, sitting on the ground all alone with your packed lunch. Where’s your roommate and her tag-a-long boy toy? You don’t usually eat alone.”<br />
<br />
“Alicia and Raoul don’t have the same schedule this semester. Hence the brown bag. My turn. Where’s your rent money coming from if my brother isn’t paying you to follow me around anymore?”<br />
<br />
And why am I not in any hurry to get rid of you?<br />
<br />
Because he was driving her too crazy to think straight. It seemed as though every time she turned around the blond, bearded, tattooed investigator was there. Well, not every time. But now and then when she was with friends at the coffee shop, he’d stop by to say hello. When she was spending a late night studying at the campus library, he’d be “reading” at another table. He’d even audited one of her classes last semester, sitting behind her and distracting her at every opportunity. His showing up on her second day of the new semester didn’t bode well for her peace of mind.<br />
<br />
And your bedroom. Don’t forget that he’s shown up in your bedroom.<br />
<br />
Twice. She got breathless just thinking about it. Warm. She couldn’t forget that if she tried. Though, if she were being honest with herself, she hadn’t tried at all. The memory was too good not to keep.<br />
<br />
It had been a few weeks after he’d started showing up around campus that she’d decided to turn the tables on him and invite him out to dinner. Sure, she was supposed to be focusing on school instead of sex for the next few years, but he was gorgeous and she wasn’t a robot. She’d either scare her brother’s loyal friend away or get lucky before getting on with her life. She’d thought it was a brilliant idea at the time.<br />
<br />
Trick had let her flirt. Let her shock him with details of her behavior at the BDSM club. He’d been in a car outside, “making sure she was safe”, so he’d already known how often she went there—he might as well find out exactly what he’d been missing.<br />
<br />
She’d asked him to come in that night, but after a kiss that made her lose the ability for coherent thought, he’d politely declined her invitation. It was only hours later, when her doors were locked and the lights were out, that the devil had shown up, slipped into her bed and asked if he could change his mind.<br />
<br />
She’d been too turned on to say no, and he’d rewarded her for her generosity with his fingers and tongue until she nearly passed out from pleasure. Then he’d left as quietly as he’d arrived.<br />
<br />
It was by far the dirtiest thing she’d ever experienced in her life, and they hadn’t actually had sex.<br />
<br />
Trick was leaning his arm on the tree, studying her. “Don’t worry about my rent, Jen. I do fine. And you know your brother never had to pay me. You were a favor. We both have chips to call in. He used one of his bigger ones on you.”<br />
<br />
“So you keep telling me. I’m honored that my private life warranted such a big, irritating chip.” She picked up her book bag and got to her feet. “But as you can see, I’m not out clubbing or going home with strangers to be chained up and whipped anymore. I’m about to head into my twenty-sixth year of life on track for my master’s degree. Jennifer is now a very dull girl with a bright future in social work. All I do is study and sleep and, if I’m feeling wild, visit the family pub. So you’ve done your good deed for Stephen. Feel free to stalk and rehabilitate someone else’s troubled little sister.”<br />
<br />
He leaned into her, laying his hand on her collarbone and pressing her back against the tree. She barely held back her soft moan at his touch. “I did my good deed for him when I drove you home from the police station after those assault charges. Such a fiery temper to go with that hair.” His smile was wicked. “I have no desire to rehabilitate you, Jen. Not after last week. You weren’t studying or sleeping then, if you remember.”<br />
<br />
Don’t kiss him. Don’t think about it.<br />
<br />
Of course she remembered. She wasn’t sure how he’d gotten in a second time without waking her roommate or setting off the alarm, but she hadn’t sent him away. Again. And he’d done things with his mouth that might be illegal, making her muffle her screams in her pillow before kissing her gently and leaving her. Again.<br />
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<div class='book-details-pages-words'><strong>Total pages in book: </strong>54<br /><strong>Estimated words: </strong>50817 (not accurate)<br /><strong>Estimated Reading Time in minutes: </strong>254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm) <br /></div><div class='pagination-custom-post-pages'><a href='#'><<<</a><a href='#'><</a><a href='#' class='active'>1</a><a href='?mypage=2'>2</a><a href='?mypage=3'>3</a><a href='?mypage=11'>11</a><a href='?mypage=21'>21</a><a href='?mypage=2'>></a><a href='?mypage=54'>54</a></div>	
	
	
	
	

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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Curious (The Finn Factor #1)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B00U21TCKG</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Are you Curious?<br />
Jeremy Porter is. Though the bisexual comic book artist has known Owen Finn for most of his life—long enough to know that he is terminally straight—he can’t help but imagine what things would be like if he weren’t.<br />
Owen is far from vanilla—as a dominant in the local fetish community, he sees as much action as Jeremy does. Lately even more.<br />
Since Jeremy isn’t into collars and Owen isn’t into men, it seems like his fantasies will remain just that forever…until one night when Owen gets curious.<br />
<br />
Warning: Contains explicit m/m nookie. A lot of it. Very detailed. Two men getting kinky, talking dirty and doing the horizontal mambo. Are you reading this? Do you see them on the cover? Guy parts will touch. You have been warned.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-finn-factor-series-by-r-g-alexander">The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/r-g-alexander">R.G. Alexander books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter One<br><br>The lights at the edge of the dock flickered on as the last of the day disappeared. Jeremy stared at the still lake as it absorbed the vibrant shades of orange, gold and pink from the sunset until all those colors faded, leaving behind only blacks and blues. The darker colors suited his mood.<br />
<br />
He was so lost in his brooding and watching the transition of color through his kitchen window that he nearly dropped his beer in the sink when he heard the knock at his front door. “Damn it.”<br />
<br />
Owen was here.<br />
<br />
He lifted the bottle to his lips and drank until there was nothing left, then set it on the counter more forcefully than necessary while he debated whether or not to reach for his third of the hour.<br />
<br />
It wasn’t helping. The view, the color study, the buzz from the tequila and beer he’d downed on an empty stomach—nothing was relaxing him the way it usually did. He was tense about tonight. Jumpier than he should be.<br />
<br />
Owen’s thirty-fifth birthday. Any other year and he’d be at the Finn family pub by now, drinking and playing darts with the Owen’s brothers, teasing their baby sister about her upcoming wedding, and watching Owen revel in his favorite tradition—kissing every woman in the establishment he wasn’t related to. Because he was Irish, he’d tell them with a smile. “Every damn day.”<br />
<br />
But not this year.<br />
<br />
The second knock sounded impatient, and Jeremy ran his hands over his face, smoothing his full beard before he walked toward the door. This year Owen had called and asked if he could hang out at Jeremy’s instead. No party. No shamrock-shaped cake covered in lewd candles. No women for him to kiss and charm and take home for an all night celebration.<br />
<br />
It wasn’t that big a deal, he told himself. Between construction jobs and girlfriends, Owen came over so much he might as well live here. It had been like that since Jeremy bought the four-bedroom home on the lake. It had more space than his own Spartan bachelor pad, and he could walk outside and go fishing or swimming whenever the mood struck him. Owen loved the place almost as much as he did, and Jeremy had to admit he enjoyed the company.<br />
<br />
What was messing with his head were the weeks of silence that preceded this last-minute visit. Weeks when Owen hadn’t done much more than answer texts with short, noncommittal replies. He hadn’t stopped by after work or called to harass him into leaving the house and coming out for a drink or going to see a movie the way he usually did. Hadn’t taken temporary ownership of Jeremy’s big screen television to watch a football game. Close to three weeks when Jeremy hadn’t had the nerve to end the blackout himself, accepting the excuse of Owen’s busy work schedule, though he knew the real reason for his absence.<br />
<br />
Bracing himself, Jeremy opened the door, seeing the familiar logo on a large pizza box as Owen pushed it toward his chest and brushed past him. “What took you so long? Daydreaming again? I brought dinner.”<br />
<br />
His lips twitched and he shook his head. “I was going to order from the Indian restaurant.”<br />
<br />
He followed Owen down the hall and into the kitchen where his friend opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of beer. “I figured. We’ll eat that spicy mystery stew you love so much for your birthday. Tonight, it’s my slumber party and I say we dine on mushrooms, pepperoni and cheese.” He sent him a hopeful grin. “And Xbox?”<br />
<br />
“Sure.” Jeremy snorted, his tense shoulders relaxing a little. Owen didn’t seem upset. It was almost as if nothing had happened. Nothing had changed. “I thought you turned thirty-five today, not sixteen.”<br />
<br />
“Says the man who draws comics for a living.”<br />
<br />
“That comeback never gets old. Grab the paper plates from the pantry and some napkins, please.”<br />
<br />
“Yes, Mother,” followed the dramatic sigh.<br />
<br />
Jeremy snuck a glance as Owen opened the pantry and dug around for the plates, displaying his oh so tight end. Still sexy after all these years.<br />
<br />
Owen Finn had been the hot high school quarterback with good grades, crystal blue eyes and a thousand watt smile. The guy every girl on campus had wanted to date, and time had only increased his appeal.<br />
<br />
The owner of Finn Construction had laugh lines that had deepened over the years and his work had given him a warm, healthy tan and bleached his dark blond hair with strands of gold. He was a few inches taller than Jeremy’s six-foot-one, with a leaner body and a sensual stride that gave both men and women whiplash when he walked by. They either wanted to be him or be with him, but no one could ignore him.<br />
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Least of all Jeremy. His body reacted instantly to the scenery and he sighed, knowing it was going to be a long night.<br />
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