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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)

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When your wingman is a pot-bellied pig…

Beckett

I barrel into the clinic with Beans, my pot-bellied pig, convinced he’s on death’s doorstep. When the exam room door opens and Dr. Elsie Berg walks in, I get the shock of my life. The curvy, stunning redhead gives me a smile and I’m done for. Heat, heart flip, the whole cliché. I don’t believe in love at first sight…until I do.

Elsie checks over my pig, all gentle hands and wicked-smart eyes, and delivers the perfectly healthy. Come to find out, my pig’s a drama king and a schemer. The little ham has been faking it to see the beautiful vet. Of course, I can’t really blame him since I’m the one who’s now making excuses to come back.

Elsie

It’s a pretty normal day at work until Beckett Hot comes rushing in with his sick pig. The smoking hot fireman smiles at me, and I forget how to breathe.

I try to focus on the patient but it’s hard with his gorgeous owner pacing nearby. It doesn’t take me long to realize the pig is fine but I’m the one who’s suffering from an ailment—lightheadedness and heart palpitations. All caused by the smoking owner who’s suddenly stolen my heart.

If you like possessive hero, curvy girl, over-the-top, insta-love romance with a little bit of humor, and a tiny amount of drama this Loni Ree romance is perfect for you

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CHAPTER ONE

BECKETT

One more day like this and I’ll be a shambling corpse. Burned out, bone-tired, running on fumes and caffeine, all I want is five damn minutes to decompress. Just five minutes of silence before the weight of dealing with the drama the assholes in the Riverbend Ridge Fire Department love to cook up comes crashing back down on my shoulders. But the second my headlights light up the driveway, I know peace is no longer on the menu tonight.

There’s a low, blocky shadow at the door—Pork, my wiener dog, tail thumping against the glass. Not even pretending to be subtle about how much effort he’s putting into his laziness. This little shit has all the shame of a toddler in a sprinkler. And looming right behind him, filling the entryway with enough energy to light up a second shift, is my mother with a Tupperware container clutched tightly in her hands.

I get the door open—and barely have a second to brace before she pounces. “Oh, there you are! Beckett, did you see? Pork heard your engine before I did. Isn’t he clever?” I know I’m not going to like the reason for her late evening visit.

I’m barely two steps inside my own damn house. Pork rolls over my shoe like a furry speed bump while Beans, my potbelly pig, comes barreling out of the living room, hooves drumming a punk rhythm on the tile, corkscrew tail going wild.

“Mom,” I grunt, shouldering past the chaos, “what are you doing here?”

“I brought these over for you.” She places the Tupperware container of brownies on the hall table. My mother definitely believes in sweetening the deal. And she won’t be dissuaded when she’s on a mission. “The animals missed you! Pork’s been extra clingy, and Beans—well, honestly, I think he’s still getting over last week’s thunderstorm. I made him scrambled eggs to calm his nerves.” She’s got that glint in her eye. This isn’t about fucking scrambled eggs. “I took the babies to the vet today for shots.” I vaguely remember her reminding me about their yearly appointment, but honestly, I’ve had too much on my mind to worry about it. “More importantly, have you seen the new veterinarian? Dr. Elsie Berg moved in last month, and Beckett, she’s absolutely gorgeous.”

There it is. The real reason for this ambush. My three younger brothers are all happily married, and my mother has decided to turn her matchmaking prowess toward me.

I drop my keys in the dish by the door and try to look as intimidating as possible, but I’m still in rumpled uniform pants with a spot of Beans’s snot right below my knee. “Don’t start,” I warn. “I am not interested, and I don’t have time. Work has been a disaster, my crew can’t go three days without a catastrophe, and Beans has been having nightmares again, so I’m running on zero fucking sleep.”

“Don’t use that language.” My mother glares at me before rambling on. “She’s single,” she says, like that’s supposed to sweeten the deal. “And she loves animals. She told me Beans was the best-behaved pig she’s ever met. You should’ve seen how he sparkled for her even though he was terrified of his shots.”

I glance down at Beans, who’s standing on his back legs, reaching to sniff the container of brownies, and trying to decide if he can get into them with nothing but his snout and brute force. Yeah, the pig is clearly traumatized.

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In Hot Water (The Hot Brothers #3) Read Online Loni Ree http://www.ilovenovels.com/in-hot-water-the-hot-brothers-3-read-online-loni-ree Sun, 12 Oct 2025 20:52:13 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/in-hot-water-the-hot-brothers-3-read-online-loni-ree Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Authors: Loni Ree Series: The Hot Brothers Series by Loni Ree
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)

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When the town’s hottest fire inspector meets the county’s toughest deputy, sparks fly. Dawson

Speeding ticket? Sure.

Handcuffs? Why not?

Getting arrested by the prettiest deputy in the county? Absolutely worth it.

From the moment Isla Merrill slaps cuffs on me, I’m hooked. She’s serious, focused, and impossible to charm—and it only makes me want her more.

Everyone sees me as the Hot brother who lives for the rush, but Isla makes me want something real. She doesn’t believe in easy wins or smooth talk, and she definitely doesn’t believe a guy like me could be what she needs.

Good thing I like a challenge. Because Isla Merrill is worth slowing down for—and fighting like hell to keep.

Isla

I cuff guys like Dawson Hot all the time. Cocky smile, fast car, bad decisions.

Only Dawson isn’t just another ticket. He’s the fire inspector everyone in town adores, the brother with the big grin and bigger heart.

He makes me laugh when I shouldn’t. He makes me wonder what it would feel like to let go for once.

But dating him would be reckless. Letting him past my guard would be even worse.

He says he likes it hot. I’m about to find out just how dangerous that heat can be—if I’m brave enough to take the risk

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CHAPTER ONE

DAWSON

The clock on my dashboard taunts me as I accelerate around a tight curve. Fuck me. Right now, I’m running a cool thirty-seven minutes late to Sunday brunch at Mom and Dad’s. I’m never going to hear the end of this.

I come out of the S-curve and see the empty, open road ahead. Figuring I have nothing to lose, I gun it, listening as the twin-turbo V8 gives me the kind of roar you feel in your sternum. The speedometer blurs past eighty, then ninety, and I know I’m really pushing my luck here. It’s the kind of raw, irresponsible thrill that should cure my bad mood, but it only makes me hungrier and more reckless.

Which is why the universe, in its infinite sense of humor, waits until I’m cresting the last hill before the turnoff to my parents’ house to throw a brown-and-white sheriff’s cruiser my way. My heart seizes in my chest as I pass the other vehicle. And because my luck is absolute dogshit, I catch a full-face view of the deputy as she clocks me through the windshield. Holy shit. Even from this distance, I can tell she’s hot. Like fucking goddess gorgeous.

I hit the brakes out of pure reflex, but it’s too late. She whips a perfect U-turn, lights on, siren barely necessary with the way she’s closing the distance. I have just enough time to mutter “fucking hell” before I pull over and cut the engine, heart racing so hard I can feel it throbbing in my ears.

She parks right against my bumper, a power move if there ever was one, and I watch in the side mirror as she unfolds herself from the cruiser. She’s shorter than I expected and built like a goddamn pin-up model, all curves and a heart-shaped ass. She’s dressed in a standard tan uniform, starched to hell, gun belt with every pouch in place, and a nameplate I can’t read but desperately want to. Her blonde hair is wrangled into the kind of sleek ponytail that makes her cheeks seem sharper.

I keep both hands on the wheel and stare straight ahead as she approaches. My window’s already down. She leans in just far enough for me to get a whiff of something sharp and clean, and her sunglasses reflect my own dumb, sheepish face back at me.

“Good morning, sir. License and registration, please,” she says. No southern drawl, but her voice is low and calm, the kind that would be a sedative if it didn’t make my cock hard as a goddamn rock.

I fumble the wallet from my pocket and hand her my driver’s license, but the registration’s still in the glove compartment, probably under the owner’s manual and that weird envelope the dealership gave me. I pop the latch, dig around, and finally hand over the whole stack of paperwork.

She takes it all without a word, eyes scanning my license. “Dawson Hot,” she reads, then looks at me, one eyebrow raising so fractionally it might as well be a tell in professional poker. “Any relation to Beckett Hot?”

“Yeah. He’s my older brother. Deputy Chief.” Fuck. I hope Beckett doesn’t have something going with her. If he does, my goddamn brother is going to be solely disappointed because this woman is mine.

Son-of-a-bitch. Where the fuck did that come from?

I’m still reeling from my inner thoughts when she nods, unamused, and goes back to the paperwork. “Are you aware of how fast you were going, Mr. Hot?”

I weigh my options here. The truth, a lie, or just plain old acting stupid.

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A Hot Mess (The Hot Brothers #2) Read Online Loni Ree http://www.ilovenovels.com/a-hot-mess-the-hot-brothers-2-read-online-loni-ree Wed, 04 Jun 2025 21:18:18 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/a-hot-mess-the-hot-brothers-2-read-online-loni-ree Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Authors: Loni Ree Series: The Hot Brothers Series by Loni Ree
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)

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Living with your childhood crush? Hot. Dealing with these crazy feelings for him? A Hot Mess.

Eloise
Atlas Hot was the guy I used to doodle hearts around in my notebooks.
He never noticed me. Not back then.
Now we’re sharing a tiny apartment, and I’m trying not to melt every time he wanders past shirtless, all golden skin and smug smirks.
But when I start having a hard time controlling these pesky feelings…
Let’s just say it’s a little scary.
Even if he does keep fixing things, cooking dinner, and being the best roommate ever.
I know better than to fall for a man like him.
Don’t I?

Atlas
I thought moving in would be simple—a temporary fix until my house is finished.
But Eloise Martin is anything but simple.
She’s sunshine and sarcasm, coffee-stained t-shirts and a mouth that makes me want to misbehave.
Problem is, she steals my heart and I’m not sure she feels the same way.
Now I’m trying to prove what a great catch I am.
Cleaning. Cooking. Walking around half-dressed.
Somehow I’ve gone from roommate to hopelessly gone for her.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to turn this hot mess… into something real. If you like curvy girl, hot fireman, instalove with a lot of humor and a tiny bit of drama, this Loni Ree story is perfect

If you can handle the heat, dive into a rom-com series full of passion, humor, and heroes who fall hard, fast, and forever

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My apartment is a disaster zone of moving boxes and dog toys, each thing conspiring to remind me that I’m about to be an abandoned woman. There’s Sage, hugging her Chihuahua, Winnie, like the little drama queen needs comforting. Never mind that I’ll be the one searching for a new roommate in sketchy personal ads, or worse, living in a box under the bridge. “Do you think I need to buy a gun?” I ask. Dramatic, I know, but I live to tease her.

Sage gives me a confused look. “To shoot Ian with?”

The notorious Hot brother glances over, raising an eyebrow as if he heard his name.

"It crossed my mind." I’m joking. Really, I am.

“I’m going to miss you,” my best friend says, giving me a playful nudge with her hip. “But I can’t resist my hot fireman.” No damn duh. Sage and Ian met just a few weeks ago, and their relationship has moved at lightning speed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for Sage, but I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. I want a Hot guy of my own.

Ian’s oldest brother, Beckett, drops a box onto the growing pile near my fridge and announces he's taking the kitchen essentials to the car. Dawson chimes in, saying he's also ready to carry a load. Ian picks up a box and follows his two brothers out the door. Good riddance to three-quarters of the grunting Hot brothers and their manly muscles.

Thank goodness, Atlas hasn't turned up for this moving mission. Sage knows I've had a crush on Ian's older brother for ages, but I don't want the Hot brothers to figure it out.

"I'm just joking," I say once they're out of earshot, my voice laced with laughter. "About the gun. I'm not worried about living alone. I’m just going to miss you so much."

Sage walks over and hugs me. “I’m going to miss you, too.”

“I doubt Ian will give you time to miss me.” I still feel a little sorry for myself, but I want to reassure my best friend I’ll survive her moving out unexpectedly. “If worse comes to worst, I’ll find a roommate to help with the bills.”

Our conversation comes to an abrupt halt as the three Hot brothers casually stroll back through the door, their presence commanding attention. Sage, ever the whirlwind of energy, dashes off, ready to give out instructions with her usual flair.

Meanwhile, I begin the task of packing up her extensive DVD collection that’s organized neatly along the shelves. The room buzzes with a renewed energy as the brothers' laughter fills the air, mingling with the rustle of hurried packing.

"Beckett, wrap that tighter.” Ian is getting a kick out of ordering his brother-slash-boss around.

“Bite me.” Beckett flips his younger brother off, making a show of tightly wrapping a plastic bowl.

Ian dismisses his brother and focuses on Sage, casting her a syrupy sweet look that makes the rest of us cringe.

Dawson mutters, "We're here helping you out of sheer goodwill, jerk. Keep whining, and we'll find something better to do."

I try to tune out the bickering brothers as I weigh my options. I’m not exactly destitute, but teachers don’t make much, so I’ll have to find a roommate before my savings take a huge hit.

Without Sage sharing the rent, this two-bedroom apartment is way out of my budget. Financial stability isn't exactly something teachers get to enjoy.

When I pictured my future, I didn't think I'd be contemplating selling an organ just to pay rent.

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Too Freaking Hot (The Hot Brothers #1) Read Online Loni Ree http://www.ilovenovels.com/too-freaking-hot-the-hot-brothers-1-read-online-loni-ree Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:13:24 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/too-freaking-hot-the-hot-brothers-1-read-online-loni-ree Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Authors: Loni Ree Series: The Hot Brothers Series by Loni Ree
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)

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She’s playing with fire. He’s more than ready to bring the heat.

Sage
Firefighters are supposed to put out fires… not start them.

But when Ian Hot walks into my classroom, my world goes up in smoke.

Tall, muscled, and too charming for his own good, he’s a walking, talking fire hazard. And no matter where I go, he’s there. Coincidence? Yeah, right.

He’s turning up the heat, and I risk getting burned. But between his smoldering good looks and the way he’s winning over my spoiled pup, I’m starting to think this is one fire I don’t want to put out.

Ian

I’ve been in plenty of burning buildings, but nothing compares to the heat of laying eyes on Sage Higgins for the first time.

She’s a stunning temptation wrapped in curves... but she's going to make me work for it.

Challenge accepted.

Fire needs a spark and heat to burn. We’ve already got the spark… and I’m more than ready to bring the heat.

When a Hot brother falls, he falls hard. And when I finally get Sage in my arms? She won’t have a single doubt that she’s mine.

These possessive firefighters are trained to handle flames—but love is another story.

They’re cocky. They’re gorgeous. They’re the hottest firefighters in town. The Hot Brothers have spent their lives putting out fires—but when it comes to love, they’re about to meet their match.

Enter the sassy, no-nonsense women who aren’t afraid to stand their ground. From fiery banter to sizzling chemistry, these ladies are here to prove that even the hottest heroes can be brought to their knees.

If you can handle the heat, dive into a rom-com series full of passion, humor, and heroes who fall hard, fast, and forever

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The sun blasts through the windshield as I pull into Riverbend Ridge Elementary. The school day is almost over, and the place is crawling with sugar-fueled kids. The little gremlins wearing Hello Kitty t-shirts and superhero sneakers run around the playground. God. To have that much energy.

Beckett’s going to owe me big for this one. When he called in the favor last night, he conveniently left out the part where I'd be in the hot seat at Career Day, sharing "valuable insights" with a bunch of ankle-biters and their teachers. The last thing I need is an audience watching me stumble through work stories while I try to figure out how I got suckered into this gig.

I squeeze the truck into a space that feels like it's meant for a bike, then sit for a moment, building up the courage to actually open the door. Kids stream past, their shouts and laughter an unending chorus of chaos, and I take a deep breath. It's now or never.

As soon as I step out, the hot afternoon air assaults me. The concrete path up to the entrance stretches long, too bright, too busy, and entirely too full of potential humiliation.

Every step I take, I'm flanked by chattering parents and sprinting munchkins. One kid shoots by, his arms flailing and I bet he's on a sugar bender.

Why did I let my older brother drag me into this? Oh, right. He’s my boss. Being the youngest of four brothers means I'm accustomed to taking orders, and joining the fire department hasn't changed that. My oldest brother, Beckett, is the Deputy Fire Chief. Dawson, the next in line, is the Fire Inspector. Then there's Atlas, a Fire Captain, and finally, there's me—the humble Lieutenant on the team.

An emergency call to the station would be a welcome relief right about now. I could always fake a pager buzz, but I can practically hear Beckett's teasing already. "Big bad firefighter scared of a few kids?"

The front entrance looms. I'm about to cross into no man's land. The urge to bail is real, but I soldier on, repeating Beckett's promise of free beer for a month like a mantra.

Once inside, I'm hit by a wall of noise that rivals a five-alarm blaze. The place is total bedlam, even by school standards. Kids’ voices echo off the linoleum and concrete, all weirdly distorted like a bad karaoke machine. The telephone rings incessantly at the front office, where two women scurry around with paperwork. I almost turn heel right there, make a run for it, but I know there’s no escaping once you're spotted.

A huge banner reads "Career Day!" in glittery letters. Classrooms are already alive with frantic, colored projects. Teachers weave through the halls with boxes of craft supplies, while kids swap stickers and noise complaints. The air smells like glue sticks and construction paper, childhood and terror. I steady my nerves and take long strides to the front desk, pretending the boldness I don't feel.

And there she is, as unavoidable as always. Ms. Betty. She's ancient but ageless. It seems like she’s been here since the beginning of time itself. Her eyes squint through rhinestone-studded glasses, and the second she recognizes me, they light up with happiness.

“Ian!” she exclaims, eyes wide with recognition as if she just spotted a rare bird. The smile she wears is warm, but I can sense the familiar undertone of caution in her voice. “How have you been?”

“Great.” I give her the smile that’s been getting me out of deep water my entire life. “You’re as beautiful as ever, I see.”

“Still the schmoozer, aren’t you.” She laughs and holds out a visitor pass for me. “I think you’ve gotten even better at it since the last time I saw you.”

“I’ve been working on it.” I wink at her.

“Be good.” She gives me her most stern look.

I hold my hands up in mock surrender. “No promises, Ms. Betty.”

“You remember where the third-grade hallway is, right?” A line starts to form behind me as other professionals come into the office. She points in the direction I need to go. “Straight down the hall. Last room on the right. And Ian… behave.”

“Who, me?” I give her my most charming, innocent smile. The smile that’s gotten me out of countless jams. “I always behave.” I turn and walk down the hall.

As I move past classrooms adorned with colorful student work, I’m filled with a strange mix of nostalgia and dread. Sweat breaks out on my brow. Fuck. I’d rather be just about anywhere but here right now.

I move past faded bulletin boards and ancient school photos and long forgotten memories come out of nowhere to remind me of things best forgotten. The chatter and chaos spin around me, a dizzying mix of noise and color, until it's all I can do to keep my feet moving. If I just keep going, one step at a time, telling myself it’ll be over before I know it. The building's way bigger than I remember.

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