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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)

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It’s a war of wills between stubborn and sexy Josh Faraday and Kat Morgan. A fight to the bed. Arrogant, wealthy playboy Josh is used to getting what he wants. And what he wants is Kat Morgan.

The minute Josh Faraday meets feisty, vivacious Kat Morgan, he wants her. Not for a relationship, of course. He doesn’t do those. He wants her in his bed. But, to his shock and extreme frustration, Kat won’t play by Josh’s rules like all the others. No, this stubborn woman declares she won't so much as kiss Josh until he divulges some highly personal information . . . But it's something Josh has never told anyone, and won't be telling Kat. Not over his dead body, no matter how gorgeous and sexy she is.

But the chemistry between the pair is explosive, scorching hot electricity like nothing he’s felt before. Oh, God, he’s got to get a taste. He figures all he has to do is wear the sexy woman down with is patented “playboy razzle dazzle”—show her the hotness she’s missing out on and she’ll cave, like all the rest . . . The only problem with that strategy? It’s Kat’s strategy, too: she plans to wear Josh down and get what she wants by showing him the hotness he’s missing out on.

It’s a war of wills. A match to the bed. Who will crack first? And when they do, will either of their hearts be on the line?

INFATUATION is first book of the JOSH AND KAT TRILOGY. The next two books are REVELATION and CONSUMMATION, to be read in order.

*Readers 18+ due to graphic language and adult situations.

NOTE: Kat Morgan is the sister of the Morgan brothers (Colby, Ryan, Keane, and Dax from standalones HERO, CAPTAIN, BALL PEEN HAMMER, and ROCKSTAR), plus best friend Zander (MISTER BODYGUARD). Josh Faraday is the twin brother of Jonas Faraday from THE CLUB TRILOGY. You can jump right in and read Josh and Kat's trilogy, before or after The Morgan Brothers or The Club Trilogy.

"One of my favorite series, ever." "Addicting." "Hot." "Hilarious." "Romantic." "Emotional." "Gripping." "Sexy." “I want to be a Morgan.” "I want to have the Faradays brothers' babies."

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One

Josh

Oh my fucking God. What’s wrong with Jonas this time? I’m so worried I’m jumping out of my skin. I look out the window of the limo, wracked with the same sense of dread I always feel when Jonas calls me with that barely contained panic in his voice. Of course, I dropped everything and immediately caught the next flight to Seattle, just like I always do—but this time, unlike every other time, I don’t have a clue what’s happened to freak Jonas out. And that, in turn, freaks me out.

“Hey,” I call up to the limo driver. “Can you change the channel to something a bit more mellow, please?” The song blaring in my ear is “I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred, definitely not a song that’s gonna calm my jangling nerves.

“How’s this?” the driver says, switching to another station on the radio. The song playing now is “Mad World” by Tears for Fears.

“Yeah,” I say, smirking to myself. “Leave it here. Thanks.”

When I saw my brother’s incoming call on my phone earlier this evening, I figured Jonas had gotten back from his trip to Belize with the “most amazing girl ever,” the one and only Sarah Cruz, the magical, mystical unicorn he hacked into U Dub’s server to find, sight unseen, and that he was calling to slobber all over the phone about how “amazing” she is. But the minute I heard his voice, I knew he wasn’t calling to babble happily about his Belizian getaway with his new crush—I knew something was wrong. Very, very wrong.

“Are you okay? Is Sarah okay?” I asked him, my stomach twisting into knots.

“Yeah, I’m okay. The trip was incredible—Sarah’s incredible,” Jonas replied. But before I could exhale with any kind of relief, he said something that sent me reeling: “It’s The Club, Josh. It’s total bullshit—a fucking scam. I think Sarah’s in danger—like, maybe serious danger.”

What the fuck? I couldn’t process what that statement could possibly mean.

Mad World, indeed.

It’s been well over three hours since Jonas called and said those bizarre words, and I still haven’t figured out what the fuck he meant by them. The Club’s a scam? Well, no, it isn’t, Jonas. I happen to know through my own personal experience it’s one hundred percent not a scam. I can personally attest that I filled out my application, paid my money, and got exactly what I asked for, to the letter, in multiple cities, over the course of one very awesome and cathartic month. So what’s the fucking scam?

The more likely scenario is that Jonas didn’t get what he asked for because, whatever it was, it was literally impossible to deliver. Knowing him, he probably asked for something only some magical combination of the circus, the philosophy department at Yale, and American Ninja Warrior could have delivered. And that’s what he thinks of as a scam? Maybe this is a wanton case of “it’s not them, it’s you.”

Shit. When I told Jonas about The Club in the first place, I should have told him, “Dude, when you fill out your application, less is more. Just go for the big one or two things you’re dying for and leave it at that. You can only do so much in one month, trust me—don’t get too ambitious.” I shake my head. Jonas is so fucking bad with women, I swear to God—and he always has been. They fall all over themselves the minute they see him, of course—everywhere he goes women practically throw their panties at him. But then he opens his fucking mouth and starts quoting fucking Plato and talking in riddles and looking like a fucking serial killer and they run away, screaming in bloody terror. (God only knows how he tricked this Sarah girl into sticking around for so long. Hell, maybe she has a thing for Plato, too, for all I know.)

But for the sake of argument, let’s say The Club is some kind of scam (which it’s not); how the fuck could that possibly mean this new girl of Jonas’ is in some kind of danger—let alone “serious” danger? I can’t wrap my brain around any of it. The only thing I can think is that Jonas must have met Sarah in The Club? But that makes no sense. When I asked Jonas about his membership not too long ago, he said he’d applied but had gotten hopelessly distracted by his quest to get laid by his mystery law student.

I’m just so fucking confused. I look out the window of the limo, listening to the song for a long minute.

Frankly, I’m really worried that all this rambling is a sign that Jonas is having some sort of psychotic break again. And if that’s what’s really going on, why now? As far as I know, my brother’s been in full beast mode lately. I mean, shit, just last week when we negotiated the acquisition of all those rock-climbing gyms, he was in tiptop form, kicking ass and taking names like the beast he is. He was a sight to see, actually—he sure out-beasted me by a fucking mile. Of course, he couldn’t stop talking about this Sarah chick the whole three days I was with him—which is so unlike him, at first I wasn’t sure if he was punking me—but I didn’t see that as any cause for alarm. In fact, I was happy for him.

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The Revelation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #2) Read Online Lauren Rowe http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-revelation-the-josh-kat-trilogy-2-read-online-lauren-rowe Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:55:30 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-revelation-the-josh-kat-trilogy-2-read-online-lauren-rowe Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Authors: Lauren Rowe Series: The Josh & Kat Trilogy Series by Lauren Rowe
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)

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Let the fantasy fulfillment begin! Josh and Kat’s initial secrets have been revealed, and now it’s time for them to explore each other’s fantasies.

Wealthy, arrogant playboy Josh Faraday finally has feisty, vivacious Kat Morgan in his bed. And in his shower. And in the bathroom of a bar. He knows her deepest sexual fantasies, and he’s intent on fulfilling them all. But Kat wants more than fun and games. She wants to know the real Josh. The man behind the mask. And that’s not something Josh is willing to show Kat—or any woman. But, damn, this stubborn, sexy, relentless woman is wearing him down . . . and he’s not sure he can resist her much longer.

For the stubborn, adventuresome, explosive Playboy and the Party Girl, it’s always a war of wills. Who will crack first? And when they do, will either of their hearts be on the line?

REVELATION is the second book of the JOSH AND KAT TRILOGY. The full trilogy is INFATUATION, REVELATION, CONSUMMATION, to be read in order.

*Readers 18+ due to graphic language and adult situations.

NOTE: Kat Morgan is the sister of the Morgan brothers (Colby, Ryan, Keane, and Dax from standalones HERO, CAPTAIN, BALL PEEN HAMMER, and ROCKSTAR), plus best friend Zander (MISTER BODYGUARD). Josh Faraday is the twin brother of Jonas Faraday from THE CLUB TRILOGY. You can jump right in and read Josh and Kat's trilogy, before or after The Morgan Brothers or The Club Trilogy

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KAT

The door to Jonas and Sarah’s suite closes behind Josh’s back and I look down at Josh’s laptop, holding my breath with excitement. This is it. I can’t believe I’m finally gonna read Josh’s application to The Club, after all this build-up. My chest is tight. My stomach is in knots. What on earth did that man write that’s made him so skittish about revealing it to me? Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out:

Name?

“Joshua William Faraday,” he writes. Oh, I didn’t know Josh’s middle name is William. For some reason, seeing his full name makes my heart flutter.

With this application, you will be required to submit three separate forms of identification. The Club maintains a strict “No Aliases Policy” for admission. You may, however, use aliases during interactions with other Club members, at your discretion.

“OK,” he writes.

Age?

“29,” he writes.

I stop and think. Josh is thirty. I wonder when he had his birthday? I’d love to know his zodiac sign. Damn, it sure would suck donkey balls if it turned out we were cosmically incompatible.

Provide a brief physical description of yourself.

“I’m 6’1, 190 lbs. I’ve got brown hair and blue eyes and tattoos on my torso and arms. I prefer not to talk about the meanings of my tattoos at length, so please tell whoever gets assigned to me not to ask about them.

“I work pretty hard at keeping fit,” he continues. “I’m a big believer that a man only gets one chance at a first impression, so I try to make mine count, every time. Just to be clear: I’m not applying for membership to The Club because I have some sort of inferiority complex about my appearance (I don’t) or because I can’t attract women on my own (I can).”

I can’t help but smile. Even when Josh is being kind of douche-y, he’s sexy as hell to me.

With this application, you will be required to submit three recent photographs of yourself to your intake agent. Please include the following: one headshot, one full-body shot revealing your physique, and one shot wearing something you’d typically wear out in a public location. These photographs shall be maintained under the strictest confidentiality.

Oh, this I gotta see. I scroll down, assuming Josh’s photos will be attached to the end of his application, but they’re not there. I scan the top of the document, looking for some indication of where I can find his pictures—but, nope. There’s nothing. Goddammit! I grab my phone.

Josh answers my call immediately. “Wow, that was fast,” he says. “I’m only just now walking into the casino.”

“Where are your photos?”

“My photos?”

“Yeah, the three photos you submitted with your application.”

“Oh, my photos.” He pauses. “Why do you want them? You already know exactly what I look like.”

“I just want to see them.”

“But you’ve already seen every inch of me—you’ve seen my YOLO’d ass, for Chrissakes.” He snickers. “Not to mention my balls.”

I join him in snickering. “Up close and personal.”

He snickers again.

“But I still wanna see your photos.”

He sighs. “How ’bout this? I’ll come back up there and let you take three photos of me any which way you want. We’ll have a photo shoot, just you and me, baby.”

“Ooh, sounds fun—I’ll definitely take a rain check on that offer. But I still wanna see the photos.”

He grumbles. “But why?”

“Because I wanna see what photos you thought would best represent yourself to perverts in a sex club.”

There’s a long pause. “You’re such a fucking pain in the ass, you know that? A terrorist and a colossal pain in the ass.”

“I told you—I’m a Scorpio. We’re extremely focused and we also have a disproportionate sense of entitlement. Plus, I gave you my three photos—a deal’s a deal.”

He laughs. “Oh my God, those photos, Kat.”

“You liked them?”

“I loved them. The one of you in your undies was so hot—and then I practically pissed myself laughing at the one of you pretending to barf over the toilet. You’re so funny.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty funny yourself—but funny ain’t gonna get you off the hook, dude. Those photos are part of your application, which means they’re part of your promise.”

He grunts. “Fine. Are you familiar with Macs?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one—from your brother, actually.”

“My brother gave you a Mac?”

“Yeah. To replace the one The Club stole from me.”

“That was awfully nice of him—I didn’t know Jonas knew how to be nice.”

“Yeah. He’s been super nice to me. Okay, quit stalling. Where are the photos?”

He groans. “Fine. Go to ‘Finder’ and click on ‘Pictures’ on the left side of the screen.”

“Yep. Okay.”

“And now do you see the folder...” Josh says, but I don’t hear the rest of his sentence because something has caught my attention on Josh’s laptop screen: a folder labeled “Sick Fuck.” Well, jeez, with a name like that, the folder might as well be named “Open me, Kat!”

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The Consummation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #3) Read Online Lauren Rowe http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-consummation-the-josh-kat-trilogy-3-read-online-lauren-rowe Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:55:27 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-consummation-the-josh-kat-trilogy-3-read-online-lauren-rowe Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Authors: Lauren Rowe Series: The Josh & Kat Trilogy Series by Lauren Rowe
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)

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The final heart-stopping, heart-breaking, hilarious, and hot finale of the Josh Faraday and Kat Morgan trilogy is here! Playboy Josh Faraday is addicted to Kat Morgan now . . . but she wants more than fun and games. She wants his heart. Is he capable of giving her what she wants . . . or will this be goodbye?

It began as a war of wills between the Playboy and the Party Girl. But now, Josh Faraday unexpectedly sees something in Kat Morgan—and the big, crazy Morgan family—he’s never seen before: a future. Will he break down and grab hold of Kat and everything she has to offer him . . . or will he lose her forever?

With CONSUMMATION, the Josh & Kat Trilogy is now complete! CONSUMMATION is the third book of the trilogy and should be read after INFATUATION and REVELATION.

*Readers 18+ due to graphic language and adult situations.

NOTE: Kat Morgan is the sister of the Morgan brothers (Colby, Ryan, Keane, and Dax from standalones HERO, CAPTAIN, BALL PEEN HAMMER, and ROCKSTAR), plus best friend Zander (MISTER BODYGUARD). Josh Faraday is the twin brother of Jonas Faraday from THE CLUB TRILOGY. You can jump right in and read Josh and Kat's trilogy, before or after The Morgan Brothers or The Club Trilogy

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Josh

I stumble out of Walmart (the only place open at eleven-forty-five that sells electronics) and cross the parking lot toward my waiting town car. I open the door of the black Sedan and hurl myself into the backseat. “Thanks for waiting, man,” I mumble.

“Did they have what you were looking for?” the driver asks.

I hold up a plastic Walmart bag containing my new purchases.

“Where to now?”

I give the guy the address of Kat’s apartment and he starts the engine.

As the car pulls out of the parking lot, I surreptitiously dig into my plastic bag and pull out one of my three Walmart-purchases: a bottle of Jack.

The driver’s eyes flicker at me in the rearview mirror, but, thankfully, the guy doesn’t say jack about my Jack. I lean back in my seat, the bottle of booze perched against my lips.

Man, I fucked up tonight. I had no idea not telling Kat about my upcoming move to Seattle would play out like fucking Armageddon. Watching Kat cry big ol’ soggy tears, especially on account of something I did (or, technically, didn’t do), ripped my heart the fuck out of my chest. Each tear that streamed down Kat’s beautiful face felt like a knife stabbing me in the heart.

“I would have been bursting at the seams to tell you if the situation were reversed,” Kat said in front of the karaoke bar, her eyes glistening. “You would have been the first person I would have called.”

Up until that moment, I’d been thinking my tempestuous little terrorist was simply overreacting—letting her emotions and temper run wild, as she’s been known to do a time or two. But the minute those daggers left Kat’s mouth, I knew they were cutting me so deep because they were the God’s truth—and that if Kat were to buy a house in L.A. and not bother to mention it to me, I’d be crushed.

Which is exactly how Kat seems to be feeling right now: crushed. In fact, it seems like Kat might be thinking she’s done with me for good, though that’s not what she said when I dropped her off at her apartment. All she said before slipping inside her place was that she “needed a couple days to think and regroup” so she could “figure out if she was overreacting or not”—but the look on Kat’s face as she closed her door made it clear she wasn’t even close to deciding she’d overreacted.

“Okay,” I said softly, even though all I wanted to do was plant a deep kiss on her mouth that would somehow erase her short-term memory from her brain. “Take your time,” I said. “I’ll call you in a few days.” And I wasn’t bullshitting her when I said that—I really wasn’t—I truly planned to leave her alone. I mean, shit, God knows groveling never has been my style. But, fuck me, after only an hour alone in my hotel room, drinking whiskey and staring at the Space Needle—not to mention getting my ass chewed by fucking Adele—I just couldn’t sit there like a flop-dick anymore. I had to do something to make her forgive me.

So I texted Kat a couple times, asking her to call me—but she didn’t respond. So I bit the bullet and called her—let the groveling begin!—but my call went straight to voicemail. So, finally, I tucked my dick and balls firmly between my legs and left Kat a rambling voicemail that can only be described as “vaginal.” But, still, I didn’t hear a goddamned peep from her. Which is when a panic started descending upon me, a thumping need to make Kat understand I’m genuinely crazy about her, addicted, insatiable. And that’s when I got my brilliant idea.

I pull my new portable CD player out of my Walmart bag and remove it from its packaging. It’s quite a bit smaller and way more modern looking than the old-school boom box I’d envisioned when I stumbled into the electronics aisle at Walmart, but I suppose beggars can’t be choosers, especially at just before midnight on a Friday night.

The sedan pulls up to the front of Kat’s apartment complex.

“Just park in the driveway,” I say to the driver. I hand him my phone. “Connect this to your stereo—I’ve got a song all cued up.”

“Huh?”

“Blast the song I’ve got cued up on my phone.”

The driver looks incredulous, not to mention annoyed. “It’s past midnight, sir. We can’t be blasting music in a residential area.”

I shove a couple hundred bucks at the guy. “Come on, man, I’ve got a girl to win back. I fucked up and now I gotta make her forgive me.”

The driver takes my cash. “The song’s cued up?”

“Yep. Just press play at my signal—and then blast the motherfucker at full volume, as high as your speakers will go.”

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