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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Breathless (The Game #3)
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“Will you beat me without knowing the reason?” That’s the question I ask when I go to clubs to seek out Sadists. Most men say no immediately. They see the flags my question raises and walk away. They’re the good guys. They’re the guys who adhere to safe, sane, and consensual. They wanna be aware of the risks and cause no harm. But I’m not looking for a good guy. I’m looking for punishment. The strobe lights hit me as I reach their table. The heavy, industrial music is deafening, and my head is swimming with images of grief, fire, and accusation. I hear the piercing tone of a machine letting me know that I have to tell my two kid brothers that our sister’s heart will never beat again. Maybe these two twin Sadists will help me. The only thing bigger than River and Reese Tenley is their reputation. They better not let me down. I ask my question. I ask if they’ll beat me without knowing why I want it. They give me a stone-cold onceover, and I don’t know if it’s River or Reese who responds. He has a menacing-looking tattoo on his neck. “Sure. It’s your funeral.”
Books in Series:	The Game Series Series by Cara Dee
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Prologue

Shay Acton

“You know this guy by now. DC’s own Karate Kid! Our next fighter is five foot nine and weighs in at 167 pounds of sleek muscle, a give-no-fucks attitude, and sexy tattoos. Give it up for Acton!”

I handed over my smoke to Weasel before removing my hoodie and kicking off my sneakers. Then I slipped a hand down my sweatpants and adjusted my jockstrap. Weasel gave me back my smoke as well as my mouthguard, and I entered the cage to the roar of the hundreds of people who’d gathered in this seedy underground club on a Saturday night.

The club catered to anyone who liked quick cash. Businessmen, prostitutes, gang members, gold diggers, hustlers, junkies… They weren’t all here to watch the cage fights, but the steel bars and fence rattled every now and then to make their presence known.

If my family could see me now…

I took a drag from my smoke as the woman on the microphone introduced my opponent.

When I first started fighting at these events a few months ago, everyone called me pretty boy, and there’d been promises of fucking up the artwork that covered my entire torso and my arms. So far, no one had come close, and neither would this bald dude from Jersey with ugly tribal tats along the sides of his head.

He entered the cage with what I assumed was going to be a menacing expression. He held his arms too wide, pretending his muscles were too big, but to me, he just looked like he needed a handful of Tums. And possibly the number to a therapist who could advise him to lay off the steroids.

Was he supposed to scare me?

I exhaled some smoke and leaned back against the fence. Weasel stood on the other side and informed me my ass had been bought for the evening. Figuratively speaking. I nodded along as he explained that I was to win my first two fights, and then I’d drop in the third.

“Direct payout?” I asked with a brow cocked.

“As always,” he assured. “You’ll walk away with almost four grand in cash after I’ve taken my ten percent.”

Good enough for one evening.

It was one of the reasons I was here in the first place, to earn money. The second reason… Well, apparently it wasn’t very popular to ask Sadists to beat the shit out of me without telling them why. Throughout most of spring and summer, I’d tried to become part of three big BDSM communities here in the DC area, but they were all so motherfucking self-righteous.

They could shove their safe, sane, and consensual up their asses.

“Fighters, get ready!” the woman exclaimed.

I took a final drag from my smoke before sticking it through a square in the fence, and Weasel took it.

The bald dude looked angry and pumped.

I rolled my shoulders and inserted my mouthguard, more bored than anything. With nothing to lose, I didn’t get angry—or nervous, for that matter.

“You’re going down, Acton,” Jersey growled.

“All right.” I took my mark near the center of the cage and flexed my taped-up knuckles.

I found it fascinating, though, how no one called me pretty boy anymore. The nickname had disappeared as quickly as it had popped up.

The signal sounded throughout the club, and the fight began.

One

Reese Tenley

I received the text I’d been waiting for from my brother as I pulled into the parking lot behind Macklin’s restaurant, which, these days, was the only reason I ventured into DC. At his place, we could host our munches in private up on the roof, and privacy had become everything to me lately.

Everyone’s here.

Yeah, so was I. I’d just gotten stuck in traffic, because that’s what you did around major cities.

I fuckin’ hated it.

After grabbing the file on the passenger’s seat, I slipped out of my car and into the unforgiving August heat. “What the…” I licked my thumb and rubbed it over a white spot on my car door. Thank fuck, it was just some dirt. I wouldn’t have my perfectly restored ’67 Impala ruined by city traffic.

The spot where Macklin had opened his restaurant sat on the corner of an intersection and used to be a residential building. He’d kept some of that feel, resulting in several dining areas in what’d originally been regular rooms. It went with his personality in the way that he could never make a decision and run with it. Therefore, the three-story establishment consisted of a mismatched combo of themes. One area screamed of the Caribbean. Another was a tribute to the Golden Era of Hollywood. His ex-boyfriend had decided shabby chic for another part, whatever the fuck that meant.

People seemed to love it. This was the third year in a row he’d gotten some award for being a popular brunch place in DC.

I spotted him behind the bar on the first floor, and I walked past the hostess’s desk to get his attention.

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Their Boy Read online Cara Dee (Game Series #2) http://www.ilovenovels.com/their-boy-2-read-online-cara-dee Wed, 11 Jul 2018 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/their-boy-2-read-online-cara-dee Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Their Boy (The Game Series #2)
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Left all alone in the world—and in a very big house—after the loss of his parents, Kit Damien has struggled to find his place in society and in the kink community he longs to be a more active part of. Daddy Doms Colt and Lucas have been a happy, committed couple for eight years. But two Tops need a bottom, and their quest for a Little to make their lives complete has led them to Kit’s empty doorstep. But just as with his physical wounds, Kit’s emotional scars won’t heal overnight. Colt and Lucas must challenge him at every turn to force him to open up and let them in, to let them use their own individual methods to make him whole again. Together, the three will embark on a journey to learn about true love, growing up, the importance of sprinkles, and the rules of The Game that can make them all winners.
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Kit Damien

Oh no, the jogger was gonna trip. I paused with my ice cream cone in midair and watched the man and woman wrap up their conversation. I came to the Reflecting Pool on the National Mall every Sunday to get a glimpse into other people’s lives, but sometimes there were mishaps. The man was going to trip; I was sure of it. The shoelaces on one of his shoes had come undone, and they were pretty long. It could get ugly.

When the man looked like he was about to continue his morning exercise, I didn’t think. I made a move to get up and warn him about his shoelaces, but I was stopped. Vincent put a hand on my leg and let out a sharp whistle to get the man’s attention.

He looked over, confused, as did the pretty woman he’d been chatting with.

Vincent jerked his chin at the ground near the man’s feet. “Don’t make it an obstacle course, son.”

I grinned quickly and licked my ice cream. Vincent had the wittiest way of phrasing himself.

Crisis averted. The man retied his shoe before running off, and the woman went in the other direction.

I relaxed on our bench and squinted at the sun. It was a good day to people watch in DC. Early summer brought tourists in droves from all over the world.

“You always gotta rescue someone.” Vincent brought out his pack of cigarettes from the inside of his suit and lit one up. “So what if he’d tripped?”

I shrugged and bit into the waffle cone. “He was attracted to the lady. You could tell. We don’t want to make fools of ourselves in front of people we desire.”

Vincent nodded at a spot a few paces away on the path, then blew out some smoke toward the sky. “Maybe he had it comin’? He almost ran into a woman with a stroller over there and got cunty about it.”

Oh. Vincent was good for me. He often gave me a new perspective to consider.

“If we’d let him trip because he was rude to someone else, it would mean we judged him,” I said. “More than that, we’d have doled out a punishment.”

Vincent chuckled and gave my neck a gentle squeeze. “We always judge, kid.”

I tried not to, though. It wasn’t my business. I only wanted to be part of something.

Glancing over at the Lincoln Memorial, memories filled me—memories of better times. Of when I was part of a family. All the times my mom and dad had brought me here, the anecdotes they’d shared about our country’s capital, legends, history… I let out a breath and eyed my ice cream, then stood up as my stomach revolted, and I threw the cone in the trash can.

“I think I’m ready to go home now.” I tugged at the bottom of my shirt to smooth it down, and I brushed a finger over a button that was coming loose. Maybe Rosa could help me reattach it after lunch.

“All right.” Vincent stood up and threw away his cigarette.

I stepped on it as we started our walk to the car.

* * *

Perhaps it was time to give Vincent a position in the company instead.

We stopped at a red light, and I looked out at all the people crowding the sidewalk. It was where Vincent should be, with family or friends, enjoying the lovely weather and a day off. Instead, he was here with me, in a black car with tinted windows, drumming his fingers on the wheel as if he had no cares in the world. But I knew better. I knew he was hiding. He was hiding from the very thing I craved.

I sat in the back, where I only had to look chipper when Vincent checked the rearview mirror.

A woman about to cross the street dropped one of her shopping bags. She picked it up and shared an “oops” laugh with her friends. She could’ve been Vincent’s girlfriend, I thought. Maybe they’d have a few kids. I could visit them.

He’d been with my family since I was little. Back then, I didn’t think it was weird for him to work basically all hours of the day. Most twenty-five-year-olds in bigger cities were career-driven and hungry for that next step on the ladder. My father had promised Vincent many great things, most of all, the position as head of security.

That ladder was gone now, and Vincent wasn’t getting any younger.

He had to be hiding from something.

I’d thought he would leave when my parents died. Most of the staff had.

“You turn forty soon,” I noted.

“Whoa.” Vincent gave me an incredulous look in the rearview. “Can I turn thirty-six first?”

I smiled crookedly and shrugged.

He had a massive family up in Jersey. Brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, his father—he’d lost his mother to cancer a couple years ago—aunts, uncles, et cetera. If Vincent didn’t want to start his own family, then at the very least, he should spend more time with the family he already had. He shouldn’t spend every hour of the week at my constant beck and call just in case I wanted to go somewhere.

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Top Priority Read online Cara Dee (The Game Series #1) http://www.ilovenovels.com/top-priority-1-read-online-cara-dee Sun, 17 Jun 2018 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/top-priority-1-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)

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In a perfect world, Lucas West would meet someone in one of the BDSM communities he was active in, someone who ached for a Daddy Dom as much as Lucas longed for a Little to care for. They would date, play, build something that was just for them, and share a future together. In a perfect world, Colt Carter would get through his next deployment and then move closer to DC where he could create at least a semblance of a personal life. He wanted something outside of the Air Force, something kinky, something worth leaving everything behind for eventually. For years, he’d kept his inner Sadist and Daddy Dom locked up, only letting him out to play on rare occasions. In a perfect world… In reality, Lucas and Colt met each other. --- Top Priority is the first novella in The Game Series, a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we don’t match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, two things are certain. This is not a perfect world, and life never turns out the way you planned.
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One

“Fuck!” I slammed on the brakes and watched in horror as something shattered part of my windshield, creating a spider web in the glass. My car skidded along the highway, and my pulse skyrocketed.

I came to a stop on the side of the road, and I looked behind me to see if there were any cars nearby. Hail kept pounding the roof. Wide gaze trained forward again, I spotted a golf ball-sized chunk of ice stuck in the windshield. I flinched as more ice hit the car. Thunder roared, lightning struck out in the field, and the dark gray sky turned black.

“Jesus Christ.” I blew out a heavy breath and turned on the hazard lights, then sat back and drew my hands through my hair, fisting the short ends. I’d recently cut my hair, and I forgot I couldn’t really tug at it anymore.

A drop of water hit the dashboard. I glared at the broken windshield and killed the engine.

How the hell was I supposed to get out of here now? I could barely look through the window. Either I would have to sink as low as I possibly could in my seat and still duck my head, or I’d have to peer through the glass closer to the middle. One way or another, any driving instructor would fail me.

The storm wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, that much was clear.

I checked my watch and sighed. My heart rate was finally recovering.

Making it home to DC today was officially out of the question.

I couldn’t help but laugh. What a splendid fucking way to end a week that already belonged in hell.

This was… No, I was done. I had no place at my father’s company. Real estate wasn’t for me, even when he’d kindly created a position for me so I could use my marketing degree. I’d been miserable—going nowhere fast—even before this week. Then I’d received the assignment to fill in for a coworker who was sick. It’d been straightforward enough. Go down to Georgia, mainly the Atlanta area, and meet with the higher-ups at an agency about a possible merger. Three real estate agencies along the East Coast were joining forces.

That had been the plan. After nine disastrous meetings, I couldn’t in good conscience recommend my father go through with the merger. The peachy state of Georgia would take us all down, with properties in bad school districts, straight-up shacks, and unsellable swampland. Meanwhile, my father was selling townhouses in Georgetown, and the Philadelphia agency raked in millions in the townships along the Main Line.

I huffed in frustration and loosened my tie, hungry, irritated, beyond tired, and uncomfortable.

The hailstorm was finally passing, leaving the thunder and pouring rain behind. Rain, I could handle.

I couldn’t stay out here in the middle of nowhere, though. No other car had passed me, so I supposed I was the only stupid one around.

All right, time to get out of here. Time to get wet. I braced myself and stepped out of the car, the rain immediately whipping me in the face. The heat was returning too. It’d been cooler at my last stop, not as humid, but I could feel it now. A cold gust of wind met a humid one. Summer was coming in fast.

Leaning over the windshield, I tried to pinch the chunk of ice— “For the love of God!” I growled. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why had I not just pushed the thing out from inside the car? Why was I out here?

Instantly infuriated, I wiped rain off my face and dug out the ice from the windshield, and then I hurried back into the car.

As I started the engine, I was met by a cold blast of the AC, not to mention the next “What’s wrong with me?” moment.

Now the rain was coming in, goddammit.

“Fuck my life,” I gritted out, gripping the wheel at ten and two.

Two miles to Richmond.

Pulling out from the side of the road, I leaned toward the center console to be able to see the highway. I crept up the deserted road at twelve miles an hour, and still, not a single soul passed me. Saturday in the South. Everyone was at home enjoying a warm supper.

I remembered my way down to Georgia… I remembered the gas station in Richmond where all the Greyhound buses had rolled through. I remembered seeing all the auto shops as I’d filled up on gas. It wasn’t too far away from where I was now, so that was where I would go.

Hell, I hoped they hadn’t closed for the storm. It was a big one. I’d heard them talking about it on the radio, though it hadn’t even registered that I’d be smack-dab in the middle of it. All I’d seen was the image of my bed, coming home, showering off this godforsaken week, and then ordering a pizza.

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