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The Russian Don Series by Georgia Le Carre – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Tue, 25 Oct 2016 13:57:33 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png The Russian Don Series by Georgia Le Carre – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 You Don’t Own Me Read Online Georgia Le Carre (Russian Don #1) http://www.ilovenovels.com/you-dont-own-me-read-online-georgia-le-carre Tue, 25 Oct 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/you-dont-own-me-read-online-georgia-le-carre Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Crime, Erotic, Romance Authors: Georgia Le Carre Series: The Russian Don Series by Georgia Le Carre
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)

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Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Georgia Le Carre
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ISBN/ ASIN:	9781910575338
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Dahlia I knew I should have listened to my inner voice. I should never have said yes to helping out my friend, but I did, and the Russian with the dangerous eyes shocked me by how easily he stirred outrageous desires in my body and made me lose complete control. I did the only thing I could. I walked (all right, I ran) away to the sound of his cheap parting shot, ‘you'll be back when you need my help.’ But I haven’t been able to run away from him in my dreams. God knows I’ve tried. Then something unthinkable happens. My sister goes missing while on a backpacking trip, and the ruthless predator is the only one who can help. He sits in his study, a beautiful, powerful man with eyes cold enough to freeze my blood. He says he can help, but nothing is for free … Zane She ran like a spooked deer, but I always knew she’d be back. Now she thinks she can just waltz in here and pretend like nothing’s happened. I'm not buying that bullshit. We both know why she's here and what she really wants from me. She can't get my taste out of her mind. She wants me to satisfy the aching desires that have gripped her body ever since I made her cum on my fingers. Every time she closes her eyes she thinks of what I could do to her. But I'm not a man given to doing favors. I'm an opportunist. There's always a price for my help.
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- I’ll tell you just how much a dollar costs

it is the price of having a spot in Heaven -

One

Dahlia Fury

‘Oh, my God, Dahlia, you have to help me,’ Stella, my best friend and roomie cries. She has burst open my bedroom door and is standing at the threshold theatrically wringing her hands.

Stella is a well-known drama queen so I don’t panic. I mute my video and turn towards her. ‘Calm down and tell me what’s wrong.’

‘I have a massage client in less than an hour and I’ve just realized that I’ve also got another client coming here.’

See what I mean about drama. ‘Just cancel one of them,’ I suggest reasonably.

‘I can’t do that. The one who is coming here is that crazy rich bitch from Richmond who told me she is going to recommend me to all her crazy assed rich friends in Richmond. She’s probably already on the train. And the other is a Russian Mafia boss.’

I frown. First of all, I didn’t know she had a Russian mafia boss as one of her clients. Must address that one later, but not yet. ‘So what do you want me to do?’

‘Can you stand in for me?’

I shake my head resolutely. ‘Nope. Absolutely not. You’ll just have to tell the Mafia boss that you can’t make it.’

‘I can’t do that,’ she wails. ‘One of the clauses in the confidentiality agreement I signed was that I would never miss any of my appointments once I agreed it unless it was a life or death situation.’

‘Huh?’ I cock an eyebrow. ‘He made you sign a confidentiality agreement?’

She makes an exasperated sound. ‘Yes.’

‘What kind of person puts an unreasonable clause like that into an agreement with their masseuse?’ I ask, genuinely surprised.

‘Dahlia,’ she screams in frustration. ‘Can you focus, please. I’m running out of time here.’

‘It’s simple. Go on to the Mafia boss, and I’ll tell your other client when she arrives that she can have a free massage next week.’

‘No, she can’t come next week. She is away, and anyway, she’s in pain and really needs me.’

‘So tell the Mafia boss that you can’t make it because you have a life and death scenario.’

‘You want me to lie to Zane?’ she asks incredulously.

‘If that’s what his name is,’ I reply coolly.

She comes into the room and starts pacing the small space like a caged animal. ‘I’m not going to lie to him. He’ll know.’ She stops and stares at me. ‘He’s got like the coldest most piercing eyes you ever saw. It’s like they can see right through you.’

I laugh. ‘I can’t believe you said that.’

‘I’m serious, Dahlia. Lying to him is out of the question.’

‘Well, then you’ll have to let the rich bitch down.’

‘Did you not hear me? She’s in pain. Oh, please, please, can you help me this time. You can have my fee and I’ll owe you big time.’

‘No,’ I say clearly. The solution to her problem seems obvious to me —she should cancel the Russian guy.

‘I’ll do the dishes for a whole month,’ she declares suddenly.

I pause. Hmmm. Then I shake my head.

‘I’ll do the dishes and clean the apartment for a whole month.’

I hesitate. ‘Even the bathroom?’

‘Yes, even the bathroom,’ she confirms immediately.

‘I’d love to help but—’

‘Two months,’ she says with a determined glint in her eyes.

My eyebrows fly upwards. I open my mouth and she shouts out, ‘Three fucking months.’

To say that I am not tempted would be a lie. I HATE cleaning the bathroom. I am very tempted, but I can’t actually take her up on her offer even if she offered me a year’s worth of bathroom cleaning.

‘Jesus, Stella. Just stop. You know I’d love to take you up on your offer, but I simply can’t massage like you. I just about know the basics and rich bitch’s problem sounds complicated. For all I know, I’ll just end up making her back worse and instead of giving you a glowing recommendation to all her rich friends she will do the opposite.’

Stella fixes her hazel eyes on me. ‘I wasn’t thinking of her.’

I look at her, astonished ‘What?’

‘He just needs a simple basic Swedish. Just exactly what I’ve already taught you. You just need to put a bit more effort into it. He likes it really hard.’

‘Like hell, I’m massaging your Mafia boss.’

She falls to her knees. ‘Oh please, please, please.’

‘If you’re trying to make me feel guilty, it’s not working,’ I say.

She looks at me pleadingly. ‘Pleeeeeeease. I promise you he’s really easy to do.’

‘Oh yeah. Is that why you’re so terrified of him?’

She turns her mouth downwards. ‘I’m not terrified of him.’

‘Could have fooled me.’

She sighs. ‘Actually, I’m a bit … in lust with him,’ she confesses with a wry smile.

‘A bit? You?’ I explode in disbelief. This is Stella, the woman who turns a spider sighting in her bedroom into a shrieking Victorian melodrama.

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You Don’t Own Me 2 Read online Georgia Le Carre (Russian Don #2) http://www.ilovenovels.com/you-dont-own-me-2-read-online-georgia-le-carre Tue, 25 Oct 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/you-dont-own-me-2-read-online-georgia-le-carre Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Crime, Erotic, Romance Authors: Georgia Le Carre Series: The Russian Don Series by Georgia Le Carre
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	You Don't Own Me 2 (The Russian Don #2)
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The conclusion to Zane and Dahlia's story. The sexy Russian, Zane, has taken my heart, but kept his intact. I never knew a man like him existed, let alone that I would become part of his life. A man who can make a girl's heart pound like a freaking drum by his presence alone. He's the reason for the madness my life has become. The more we are together the more my heart and soul cries out for him. Olga says I am the one for him if I can learn to fly. Now I wake up each day with only one thought. Fly Dahlia, Fly ... Dahlia Fury was the perfect toy. Beautiful, sassy, sexy. I thought I could immerse myself in her flesh. I didn't expect the taste of her sweet nectar to become a drug in my veins. Now I'm fighting hard to keep control. She has no idea that there's nothing more I want than to be with her. She carries a lamp into my darkness and makes me feel alive in ways I've never felt. I can leave the life of crime and be anything I want to be, she tells me. Maybe she's right. Maybe all I need is a reason. Maybe the reason is her ...
Books in Series:	The Russian Don Series by Georgia Le Carre
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Russian Terms

Russian terms of endearment are different from English ones. Here are the translations for the ones that are used in this series.

lyubov moya” (my love), “kotik” (pussycat), “kotyonok” (kitten), “zaika/zaichik” (bunny), “malysh” (baby), “lapochka” (sweetie pie), “zvezda moya” (my star), “zolotse” (my gold). “rybka” (little fish), “myshka” (little mouse),

‘YOU DON’T OWN ME’

‘Yes, I fucking do”

- I’ll tell you just how much a dollar costs

it is the price of having a spot in Heaven -

One

Aleksandr Malenkov

(Training)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zLfCnGVeL4

I let their names fall away a long time ago. They are still here in the graveyard of my soul, dragging their dismembered bodies, cursing and swearing at me, but I don’t hear them. I have mastered the art of pretending the blood dripping from my hair is my crown, my liquid crown. But she came, and like a spade slicing into the earth she is turning up forgotten thing, buried things. I have started to hear their voices. Faintly, but getting closer …

‘Aleksandr,’ my father calls from his tall leather armchair that is as big as a throne.

I leave my toy soldiers in their battle formations on the floor of my room and run to stand next to his knees.

‘Yes, papa.’

I am in awe of papa. He is tall and strong with forearms as meaty as ham shanks. He can lift mama with just one hand as if she weighs nothing more than a bottle of vodka. Not taking his shiny black eyes off me, he brings his large hairy wrist up to his right ear and listens to his watch.

‘Looks like my watch has stopped working again.’ He takes his hand away from his ear and puts on his thinking face. ‘Hmmm … I can hear mama making a cake in the kitchen, but it’s not my birthday, and I don’t think it’s hers either.’ He raises his bushy eyebrows. ‘Is it yours?’

‘Yes, papa. Yes,’ I cry excitedly.

‘Well then, how old are you today, my son?’ he asks.

‘Seven. I am seven today,’ I tell him, standing as straight and tall as I can.

There is a hint of a smile playing about his lips. There is something familiar about that smile. I don’t know why, but the apartment suddenly becomes strangely quiet. Even the noises of mama cooking in the kitchen stop. It is so quiet I can hear papa’s watch ticking. Tick. Tick. Tick. I start to remember something from long ago. Something horrible. Mama is bleeding and I am hiding under the bed. How could I have forgotten such a thing?

Frightened, I take a step back.

Then my papa grins at me, and it is the happy grin from before his accident. From when I was still a small boy and we used to huddle up together in his big chair and drink sweet black tea from the same mug. I realize it must have been just another bad dream. Mama was not bleeding and I was not hiding under the bed. I grin back at papa. I love my papa. I’d do anything for him. I wish we could drink tea from the same mug again.

Papa leans forward. ‘Shall we try on the gloves?’ he whispers.

I nod happily. When I was born papa bought me a pair of boxing gloves and every birthday since I can remember we try them on to see if they fit. Until now they have not.

‘Go fetch the boxing gloves.’

I run to papa and mama’s room and open the drawer where they are kept. The battered ones that are bigger than my face belong to papa, and the small, bright red ones, shiny with newness are mine. I run back to papa with them.

‘Take your T-shirt off,’ Papa says.

I quickly pull it over my head and the winter air makes me shiver.

‘Brrrrr …’ I say, purposely making my teeth chatter and my body shiver.

Mama would have laughed and called me a clown, but papa doesn’t. I stop chattering my teeth and shivering and stand still while papa puts my gloves on my hands and binds them securely around my wrists.

‘Papa, they fit,’ I tell him with a whoop with joy. Finally papa is going to teach me to fight. He has been waiting patiently for this day to begin my training.

‘Yes, they do. You are a man now, Aleksandr,’ he says.

‘I’m a man now,’ I echo as I look at my gloved hands. Papa says if I train everyday I will become as big and strong as him.

‘And what do men do?’

‘They fight,’ I shout proudly.

‘That’s my boy,’ papa says with a big, happy smile.

I am so happy my heart feels as if it will burst in my chest.

‘I hope you ready to begin your training.’

‘Yes, papa,’

While papa puts on his gloves I hold my fists in front of my face and start dancing on the spot the way the boxers on TV do. Feeling powerful and happy-I’m a man now-I even throw a few jabs in the air with my right hand.

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You Don’t Know Me Read online Georgia Le Carre (Russian Don #3) http://www.ilovenovels.com/you-dont-know-me-3-read-online-georgia-le-carre Mon, 24 Oct 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/you-dont-know-me-3-read-online-georgia-le-carre Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Crime, Erotic, Romance Authors: Georgia Le Carre Series: The Russian Don Series by Georgia Le Carre
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)

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Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B01GW30NPA
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The sexy spin off standalone to the bestselling, You Don't Own me (The Russian Don series) is available now. You do not have to read 'You Don't On me' books 1 & 2 as this Bad Boy Mafia Romance is Noah's story and can be read as a complete standalone and has guaranteed HEA. Tasha I knew Noah Abramovich was trouble the first time our eyes locked. I was sixteen that summer. Sitting by the pool eating an ice-cream I can still remember how it melted over my fingers and dripped onto my thighs as I stared back at him. It wasn't just his Greek god looks, the animalistic Alpha attitude, or his tall, powerful muscled body - it was the aura around him that screamed, Don't fuck with me. At sixteen I wanted him with the passion of a woman, but mine was a world of unwritten rules. Rules that are worth more than a man's life. I didn't need anyone to tell me that he was everything I could not have. He never looked at me again, but I watched him from afar. I could tell there were deep secrets that kept his smile hidden. Dark and mysterious he seemed to fear no one, not even my father. A man he should have. One I feared greatly. As the years passed, the afternoon when time stilled became as unreal as a dream. I am twenty-two now and in six months I will be married to a man my father chose. I will do my duty and bring respectability to my father's dynasty, but before I give myself to that man, I must have a taste of the forbidden. Just one night with the man of my darkest fantasies, so I don't lie on my deathbed, and regret that I never reached out and took the one thing I wanted most in life. But what if it's everything I imagined and more. What if one taste is not enough?
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Noah Abramovich

“Boys will be boys, young men must sow their wild oats,

and women must not expect miracles.”

- Little Women, 1869

Tasha Evanoff! Blonde, blue eyes, plump mouth, and skin so white, it’s almost blue, until summer comes, then, it turns wheat-gold.

What the fuck is she doing at the door of my office?

For a fraction of a second I actually think I must be dreaming. How can I not be? In that frozen instant I hear babushka’s throaty old voice again.

‘Listen carefully to me, Noah. The moment a newborn baby emerges into the harsh light of this world, it loses its magic. It adjusts and plays the game of life, but the powerful desire for the return of its magic never goes away. The urge sits beyond the reach of memory and waits, because sometimes if a man is very, very lucky, his magic will cross paths with him again.’

Tasha Evanoff is my magic.

Not a living soul knows this, but I have secretly lusted after her for years. I forced my eyes not to follow her around her father’s magnificent living rooms, or stare at her beautiful bikini-clad body lying on the sun lounger by the pool because I knew our worlds were never meant to collide.

Today she has wandered unbidden into mine.

Closing the door, she leans seductively against it, her sexual energy radiating across the room. She is dressed exactly the way I expect the daughter of an obscenely rich and corrupt man to dress. A flawlessly cut, knee-length white dress teamed with a soft-pink cardigan, and low heeled, round-toed, immaculately white pumps. Her only adornments are a subtle string of dusky white pearls grazing her throat, and velvet black clips holding her shining curtain of shoulder-length hair back from her face.

The intention behind her choice of attire is obviously not erotic. Virginal even, but the sexual tension coming from her fizzes between us like a bottle of shaken champagne. It puts my nerves on high alert.

I stand.

‘Hello, Noah,’ she drawls. Her father is a Russian bastard, but her mother comes from British blue-blood stock and her accent is pure upper class.

‘Why are you here, Tasha?’ I ask. My body is taut and hormones are buzzing all over the place, but my voice comes out flat and devoid of all expression.

‘Surely, you’re going to allow me to sit first,’ she says with a hint of irritation.

‘Of course.’ I wave towards the chairs opposite my desk.

She walks towards the chair on the left, slips into it, and puts her knees firmly together. Her eyes are beautiful blue stars, the pupils, dark pits of nothing.

Would you like a drink?’ I offer politely.

‘Thank you, no,’ she refuses, then she thinks better of it. ‘Actually, yes, I will have one.’

‘What can I get you?’

Her gaze flickers over me. ‘Um … cognac if you have it.’ And after a slight pause, ‘Make it a double.’

I walk to the bar and feel her eyes burning into my back as I automatically pull a glass from the cabinet. My mind is churning. I grab the cognac bottle and uncap it. One thing is for sure: She didn’t just happen to be in the neighborhood.

I tilt the bottle and pour out a generous measure.

I try to think why she is here and I cannot imagine any reason she could possibly have for coming to my office at this time of the night. I wipe the frown from my forehead and turn around. Casually, I walk up to her and hold out the drink.

She lets her fingers brush mine as she takes it. Of course, they are as befits the pampered daughter of a dangerous man, silky soft.

‘Aren’t you having one?’ she asks, one eyebrow arched.

‘No.’ My voice sounds thick and strange.

‘Oh,’ she exclaims, gazing up at me.

It’s like looking down at an angel or an apparition. It has a hypnotizing almost paralyzing effect on me, probably because I’ve never been this close to her before. I struggle with the crazy urge to grab her and devour her sulky mouth.

Fuck! I need to put something between us. I walk around my desk and sit down. Silently, I watch her drain the glass. The way her white throat moves as she swallows, the movement so erotic my cock stirs. She clasps the empty glass loosely in her lap and looks at it. The silence stretches between us.

Odd. Tight. Strained.

But I hold my tongue. Let her break it.

Finally, she looks up. ‘I’m … getting … married in six months,’ she says quietly.

I already knew that little fact, Tasha. You’re marrying the good-for-nothing son of a psychopathic billionaire. It’s a marriage brokered in hell by her fat fuck father, a thoroughly ugly and detestable man. If he knew she was here it wouldn’t be a pretty sight. Blood on the floor would be the least of it.

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