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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)

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Rhett

I’m the eldest Swift brother, the one who should have taken care of my siblings and protected them, but I’ve never been the kind of brother they deserve.

Both Morgan and East had the courage to walk away from our abusive father before I did, but now that I have, there’s no turning back. With that comes the realization that my whole life has been spent trying to be exactly what my father wanted, what I hate.

My brothers are moving on with their lives, and that brings Tripp Cassidy and his daughter, Meadow, into my orbit. For a reason I can’t understand, they both seem to like me. Tripp asks me about my favorite things, pushes me to figure out my dreams, and at thirteen years old, Meadow knows herself better than I ever have.

Every day I spend with Tripp, I can’t stop myself from looking at him differently, from craving him like I’ve never craved anyone. I haven’t been with a man, but from Tripp’s first touch, I never want him to stop.

There’s a lot to figure out—Tripp has been burned by love before, and he has Meadow to consider. I’m still working through my guilt and learning how to be the brother and man I’ve always wished I’d been. But for the first time in my life, true happiness is within reach, if only I could find a way to grab it.

Rhett is the emotional, hopeful, final book in the Swift Brothers series. It’s a small-town, hurt/comfort, single-dad romance with mature characters, demisexual awakening, strong family vibes, and the happily ever after they deserve. Rhett deals with sensitive themes of grief, loss of a parent/sibling (in the past), verbal/emotional abuse by a parent.

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PROLOGUE

Rhett

Nine years old

“Rhett, Morgan, I’d like to speak to you for a moment,” Dad says. He doesn’t wait for a reply because he knows we’ll listen. At least, I always do. When he needs me for something or tells us to do something is the only time he really pays attention to me, and I soak up those moments.

It’s not his fault he doesn’t have a lot of time for me and my younger brother, Morgan. He’s super busy and important. He works in Congress and has so many people depending on him. That’s a whole lot more important than doing things like helping with homework, playing ball, or teaching me to build things. He makes other people’s lives better, and one day, I’m going to be just like him. We’ve already got it all planned out. It makes him proud when he talks to me about going to Harvard the way he did, becoming a lawyer, and then going into politics, and it makes me feel good to make him proud.

“Yes, sir,” I rush out, hurrying along behind him. He hates it when I dawdle, when I don’t show appreciation for all the things he does for me.

I throw a glance over my shoulder and see Morgan taking his time. I want to tell him to hurry so he doesn’t upset Dad, how much it means to Dad when we show him that we listen to the lessons he gives us. Plus, I hate it when he yells at us, and Dad’s likely to do that if Morgan annoys him. But Dad always tells me that I need to let Morgan sink or swim, that sometimes he’s too soft and I’m not doing him any favors by trying to help him out.

I hurry and sit down in one of the chairs in Dad’s home office. He’s on the other side of the desk, looking at paperwork and ignoring us. I slump at first, then realize what I’m doing and sit up straight the way he does. It always frustrates him when I slump.

“Sit down, Morgan,” Dad tells him, ignoring me. I try not to deflate. It’s stupid. Do I expect him to tell me good job for sitting up straight?

Morgan doesn’t even try to look interested as he slinks into the room and plops into the chair beside mine. I almost look at him, but instead focus on Dad the way he likes.

“Your mother is taking a nap, but we decided it’s time to tell you she’s pregnant. She’s twelve weeks along, but we wanted to wait before we said anything.”

My heartbeat jumps. A baby? I know how much Mom wants another one. It frustrates Dad when they speak about it. I know because he talks to me sometimes, tells me how he’s happy with us and doesn’t understand why Mom isn’t happy with me and Morgan too. I guess I get why she would want a girl so bad, and I want her to be happy. I want to think it’s not that Morgan and I aren’t enough, but then why would my dad say that if it wasn’t true?

“She’s going to have a baby?” Morgan asks, finding his voice before me. He’s better with people. Everyone likes him. I don’t know how he does that, and every time I try, it never works. I’m too boring, too serious, just not as good as he is.

“Two, actually. Your mother is having twins. I’m going to be honest with you because you’re the men of the house while I’m working.” Dad spends a lot of time in Detroit and Washington, DC, for his job. We stay home in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. “This is a high-risk pregnancy for her. I’ll be depending on you both to take care of her.”

Is she going to be okay? Is this safe? His statement sucks the breath out of me, but I do my best to ignore it, to pretend I’m not worried and can handle this. I won’t ever let anything happen to Mom. “I’ll take care of her! Whatever you need, Dad!” I say, just as Morgan asks, “Is she okay?”

My gaze immediately shoots to Dad, wondering if he’s going to give Morgan a hard time for asking. It makes Morgan cry when Dad gets mad at him, and I hate that, but at the same time, why can’t he just try and be the way Dad teaches us to be?

“Yes, she’s okay, and she’s going to be okay,” he says, and I breathe a little easier. Dad is the kind of man who always gets what he wants, who always knows what will happen, and if he says Mom will be okay, she will be.

“We’ll do whatever we have to do,” I tell him. “I’ll make sure of it. She won’t have to lift a finger for anything!” I promise while my brother is quiet beside me.

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Easton (The Swift Brothers #2) Read Online Riley Hart http://www.ilovenovels.com/easton-the-swift-brothers-2-read-online-riley-hart Mon, 21 Oct 2024 11:26:21 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/easton-the-swift-brothers-2-read-online-riley-hart Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Riley Hart Series: The Swift Brothers Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)

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Easton
I’m the youngest Swift brother. The one who’s always in trouble and can’t get his life together. I wouldn’t know where to start, and ever since my twin died, I can’t bring myself to care. After my last “situation,” Dad washed his hands of me. And though my brothers should’ve done the same, they stood up for me, fracturing their relationship with him too. He’s a terrible father to all of us, but considering we’re just figuring out how to build a relationship, I don’t want them to lose him because of me.

Officer Archer Thorn won’t stop coming around either. After every screwup, every bad day, Archer’s there to offer a hand. Before I know it, we’re going to dog parks, sharing meals, and Archer seems at home hanging at my place. When he touches me, fills me, all the noise in my head goes quiet. He makes me want more, but he doesn’t know how much that terrifies me, how much I worry that getting better means breaking a promise I made years ago.

Each moment with Archer shows me how good a man he is. For the first time, I actually want to face my trauma and get over my past. Archer makes me see there’s beauty in the world and, more importantly, he makes me want some of it for myself…that is, if I don’t ruin Archer Thorn first.

* Easton is a small-town, hurt/comfort romance full of heart, heat, a touch-starved MC, and brothers learning how to have a relationship with each other. It deals with themes of grief, death of a parent and a sibling, and mental-health struggles.

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PROLOGUE

Easton

Ten years ago

Dad’s gonna be pissed, Ella says in my thoughts.

I pace the woods behind our house. It’s one of the places I go when I want to get away.

She’s right, I know she’s right, but I’m so tired of caring. It used to matter what Dad thought, both before and after Ella died, but I’m done with that now. It doesn’t matter what I do or don’t, he’ll never be happy with me. I’ll never be the kind of son he wants.

He’ll never love me.

He never has, and he sure as shit won’t start now.

“Fuck him. I hate him,” I reply out loud.

I walk over to a log and sit down. My leg’s bouncing up and down. My heart’s slamming against my chest.

In my mind, my dead twin sits beside me. She looks how I imagine she would if she’d made it to seventeen like me—blond hair, blue eyes, just like our mother. That’s what everyone always says about us; well, about me now.

Ella looks at my hands, which are bruised from the fight I got into. I got suspended, but by this point, I should be expelled. The only reason I’m not is Dad. He intervenes on my behalf, but he doesn’t do it for me. When he gets me out of trouble, it’s for himself, because of his reputation, because he cares so much about what others think.

This time, though, it wasn’t Dad who came to the school. It was my oldest brother, Rhett. He just got home from law school—he’s following in Dad’s footsteps. I can’t help wondering when he’ll start hating me just like Dad does.

You need to stop fighting, East, Ella tells me. I’m worried about you.

“I’m fine.” But I know I’m not. I don’t know how to be fine…or if I care enough to try. I don’t sleep well. Have nightmares. I’m a mess. “I just miss you…can’t figure out how to make it stop.”

She gives me a sad smile, her eyes the same shade of blue as mine. It’s like looking in a mirror.

“East? Who are you talking to?” Rhett asks, and my pretend-Ella disappears.

The thing is, I know she wasn’t there. She hasn’t been there since we were nine years old and I killed her. Since we were playing hide-and-seek, and I gave her the idea to hide in the boat…the boat that turned over…that trapped her beneath it…where she drowned. But my head and heart are really good at making me think she is with me sometimes. I want it so much. I can’t let go of her, can’t live without her, so I do whatever I have to do to make sure we’ll always be together, even if that means creating her in my head.

“Go away,” I snap at Rhett, wanting him gone, needing him gone so I can talk to Ella again. If I do it in my head, I’ll just space out, and he’ll know something’s wrong.

“Easton, who were you talking to?” Rhett asks again, coming closer, looming over me and making me feel small. I’m not a little guy, but he’s broader than me, taller. He and Morgan—our middle brother—both have dark hair and look more like our dad.

“Nobody! Myself. Jesus Christ. Leave me alone.” I shove to my feet. “Did you come out here to tell me how big of a fuckup I am? Because I already know. I don’t need you to tell me. I don’t need you to be Dad’s fucking errand boy. Stop trying to fix me.”

I try to walk away, but Rhett grabs ahold of my wrist. “I’m not here for Dad. I was worried about you. In fact, I was thinking we don’t even have to tell Dad about this. I took care of it, so the school won’t call him.”

My heart stumbles over his words, hope trying to push its way to the surface, before I realize that Rhett isn’t doing this for me either. It’s not because he cares about me. He just doesn’t want to upset Dad. Everything is about him.

“Fuck you, Rhett.” I jerk my arm away.

“Hey. Chill out. Why are you so pissed at me? I’m trying to help you.”

I don’t answer, walk away, wishing Ella were here for me to talk to. She always loved me. She is my person. My heart.

“I’m worried about you, East. I know I’ve been gone for a while, with college and law school, but I’m back for good now. I want to fix things with us, to help you.”

My body tenses. They all think there’s something wrong with me, and there probably is. I know there is. I killed my sister, and I’ll never be able to get past that, and all I can think is if they fix me, she’ll go away. “Where’s Morgan?” I snap. If Rhett’s out here with me, Morgan must not be around.

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Morgan (The Swift Brothers #1) Read Online Riley Hart http://www.ilovenovels.com/morgan-the-swift-brothers-1-read-online-riley-hart Sat, 13 Apr 2024 11:41:28 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/morgan-the-swift-brothers-1-read-online-riley-hart Genre: M-M Romance Authors: Riley Hart Series: The Swift Brothers Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)

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Morgan

When I left Birchbark angry and broken-hearted, I vowed never to return.

Fate had other plans.

The father I hate had a stroke. Now, at thirty-five-years-old, I’m back in the upper peninsula to take care of him. Being a Swift has never been easy. The locals treat Dad like royalty, while Dad vacillates between open anger and flat-out ignoring me. Add on that my relationship with my brothers is a mess… Being back here is unbearable.

The only saving grace is Dusty, my childhood best friend. He’s always had my back, save for one night ten years ago that changed everything. We’re trying to put that behind us. Despite my endless family drama, Dusty becomes my solace, and it’s not long before our emotional connection becomes physical. Dusty worships my body in ways no man has before, but more importantly, has stolen my heart. Except Dusty’s home is here, and mine is in Santa Monica, as far from Birchbark as I can get.

While I’m battling it out with Dad and my brothers and trying to hold the family together, my every impulse is to leave the first chance I get. But I can’t leave Dusty behind. Not again. If I want any chance at real happiness, I’ve got to work through this anger and grief…even as the hits keep coming.

Morgan is a small town, friends to lovers romance with all the feels, heat and character development you expect from a Riley Hart novel. It deals with themes of grief, loss of a parent/sibling (off page), and toxic family relationships.

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PROLOGUE

Morgan

Eight years old

“Rhett, Morgan, I’d like to speak to you for a moment,” Dad says, then heads toward his home office, the room he spends the most time in when he’s not working at one of his other offices—here in Birchbark, or in Detroit, or in Washington, DC.

It feels like he’s always busy, always working, and never wants to spend time with us. Not like my best friend Dusty’s dad. He takes us fishing and hunting. We go camping, hiking, and exploring waterfalls. Sometimes when I sleep over at his house, his dad will help us set up a tent in their yard so we can stay outside all by ourselves.

Most of the things we do here as a family are all with Mom. She makes excuses for Dad, and I pretend I believe her because I don’t want her to be sad. I think she gets sad more than she wants us to know. I don’t want her to realize I know it’s her he loves the most, that he gave her us to make her happy. If there’s one thing I see, it’s that he’d do almost anything to see her smile…except staying home more and not caring about his career more than anything else.

“Yes, sir,” Rhett says, shoving to his feet, eager to get there first, eager to be Dad’s shadow. There’s nothing he won’t do for Dad’s attention. Rhett’s a year older than me but doesn’t see our dad the way I do. Rhett looks at him like he’s a king or something, and he plans to be just like Dad. That’s one thing our father does like—he wants both his boys to be mini-Gregory Swifts, and for whatever reason, he puts more pressure on me about it. Maybe because while Rhett would do anything to impress Dad, I’d rather be with Mom.

Knowing I don’t have a choice except to get up and follow, I do it, but with a whole lot less excitement than Rhett.

Rhett is already sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dad’s desk, my father in his behind it.

“Sit down, Morgan.” There’s no patience in his voice as he watches me.

I move closer and plop down beside Rhett, who is sitting with his back straight, eager gaze on our dad. He’s such an annoying suck-up. He always tells me I have to do more to make Dad happy, but why doesn’t Dad ever have to make us happy?

“Your mother is taking a nap, but we decided it’s time to tell you both she’s pregnant. She’s twelve weeks along, but we wanted to wait before we said anything.”

That makes me sit up straighter. Something else they might not realize I’ve caught on to is how much my mom wants another baby…how much she wants her girl. It doesn’t make me sad that she feels that way because she shows us how much she loves us. She’s proud of her boys. I love baking cookies with her and reading books with her. She helped me put up the tire swing, and she goes swimming in the lake with me. When we spend time together, I never feel like she’s doing it because she has to, but because she wants to.

And she wants to share that love with a little girl too—wants dresses and pink and hair she can put in pigtails.

“She’s going to have a baby?” I ask, as if he didn’t just tell us that.

“Two, actually. Your mother is having twins. I’m going to be honest with you because you’re the men of the house while I’m working. This is a high-risk pregnancy for her. I’ll be depending on you both to take care of her.”

My heart leaps into my throat, trying to burst its way out of my body. “Is she okay?” I blurt out at the same time as Rhett’s, “I’ll take care of her! Whatever you need, Dad!”

I swear, all he cares about is making Dad proud. Is he even worried about Mom?

“Yes, she’s okay, and she’s going to be okay,” he says like that’s something he can guarantee. That’s the thing with him—he thinks he can control everything.

Dad finishes talking to us while Rhett kisses his butt the way he always does. My feet are itching to get out of this chair and go see my mom to make sure she’s okay.

Dad looks at me. “Morgan, I’d like you to stay a moment. Rhett, you can go.”

My brother’s whole body sinks in on itself, wearing his disappointment like his skin, before he straightens up, burying it and trying to show Dad how well he can follow orders and that he doesn’t feel emotions, because our dad definitely doesn’t.

“Yes, sir.” Slowly, he leaves the room, lingering like he’s hoping to hear some of what Dad says to me.

“I know you and your mom are extra close, Morgan. I want you to help her rest as much as possible. The two of you enjoy all your little adventures, but you need to keep those to a minimum. There’s a good chance she’ll be on bed rest soon.”

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