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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>This is Forever (This Is #4)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/natasha-madison">Natasha Madison</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B07XGDM6WW</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
From USA Today Bestselling Author comes the fourth book in the This Is Series.<br />
Caroline<br />
Becoming a teen mom at sixteen was not what I expected, but then again, neither was being a single parent. Still, I wouldn’t change my past because that boy is my world. Hockey is the only thing my son seems to care about, so I work two jobs to make sure he can play. I’d do anything to make sure he doesn’t suffer because of the bad decisions his father made.<br />
When he won a whole summer of hockey training, I knew in my heart he was going to have an amazing time. What I wasn’t prepared for was meeting his new summer coach. He was magnetic, powerful, and a player—in all forms of the word.<br />
If my life had taught me anything up to this point, it was how to avoid making bad decisions, and Justin Stone was the definition of a bad decision. I could never be a woman his family approved of. Even if I wished I could be.<br />
<br />
Justin<br />
Growing up as the son of a hockey God is one thing. Growing up as the brother of a second hockey God is another. I had big skates to fill, so it was a good thing I loved every second of it.<br />
Summer was my off time, my time to let loose, but when they ask me to coach a hockey camp for underprivileged kids, I couldn’t say no. But when she walked in holding a little boy’s hand, my heart stopped beating. Or maybe it started for the first time.<br />
They were a package deal, and I knew this—wanted it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. It didn’t take long to realize that no matter what happened, I would do anything to protect them.<br />
She is the only one I want to be with.<br />
When push comes to shove, I have to prove to everyone that this is my choice, and This is Forever. <br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/this-is-series-by-natasha-madison">This is Series by Natasha Madison</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/natasha-madison">Natasha Madison Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter One<br><br>Justin<br><br>“Justin, getting knocked out of the playoffs in the first round is obviously not what you were hoping for.” Standing in front of my locker, I am already irritated by the reporter’s question. I mean, it wasn’t like we were going to win the Stanley Cup, but when the underdogs beat us in round one, I don’t want to discuss it. “Are you planning on taking the summer off, or will you be training?” Looking at his suit, I think he’s overdressed, but what do I know? I’m wearing basketball shorts and a team T-shirt with the matching baseball hat.<br />
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I put my hands on my hips and look down at the floor, something that my big brother Matthew taught me a long time ago. Having been in the NHL for over twenty years, he knows what he’s talking about. Always think about the question before saying what you really want to answer. My first instinct is to tell him to fuck off and get out of my face. I want to tell him to strap on a pair of skates and tell me how easy it is for him to get to my stats, but I don’t.<br />
<br />
Instead, I look up and say, “Yeah, for sure. Going out in the first round isn’t what anyone wants, but I have to give it to Vegas. They came out to win, and the better team won.” I look at him, and he nods his head, waiting for the answer to the second part of his question. “I’m taking a month off, and then I’m coming back to start the first ever Justin Stone Summer Hockey Camp.” I smile, proud of what I’ve put together. “I’m excited to start this first ever summer camp. I think there are a lot of talented kids who don’t have the means to get extra time on the ice. We have five kids coming in from every level, from mite to midget. It’s going to be mostly one-on-one hockey, and I am super excited about it.”<br />
<br />
“That sounds great,” he says, ignoring it, and then asks another annoying question. “With many of your team members becoming free agents, how sure are you about the success of the team next year?” I look at him.<br />
<br />
“I have no idea, and to be honest, that isn’t my job. My job is to go out on the ice and give it my all. Who I do it with is just a bonus,” I say, and then I turn to grab my Gatorade, hoping he takes the hint and fucks off.<br />
<br />
“Thank you for answering the questions, Justin,” he says with a smile, and I nod. “See you next season.”<br />
<br />
I look around, seeing a couple more reporters in the room. Apart from the last game of the year, this has to be the most depressing. Everyone came in today to “clean out their lockers.” Glancing at my watch, I realize my meeting with the GM is in ten minutes, so I grab my phone and head toward his office. My phone beeps in my pocket, and when I take it out, I see that Matthew just texted me. Matthew is my older brother, retired NHL god, and now the GM for the New York Stingers. And if that didn’t make it hard enough to follow in his footsteps, my father is Cooper Stone. The Cooper Stone who holds all the records across the board. The same records I try to beat every single year but always come short of.<br />
<br />
Matthew: What time do you land, and are you staying with Mom and Dad?<br />
<br />
I don’t text him back. In fact, I hate fucking texting. I always, always call, so it’s no surprise when he answers the phone laughing. “I think you are the only twenty-four-year-old kid who hates to text.” I hear honking in the background, and I know he must be in the city.<br />
<br />
“I just don’t see the purpose of it when I can pick up the phone and call you,” I say, walking down the blue carpeted hallway. “I get there tomorrow morning. I changed my flight to give me extra time to pack up my condo and shit.”<br />
<br />
“You mean you changed the flight so you can bang one more time before coming home.” He laughs, and I shake my head.<br />
<br />
“No,” I say, trying to sound convincing but failing. Am I exclusive? No, I’ve never been. I have yet to find the person I want to be exclusive with. When I look around and see that all four of my siblings are happily married with kids, I wonder if I’m ever going to find my person. “Besides, if I got the flight out, I wouldn’t land in New York until midnight.”<br />
<br />
“Where are you staying?” he asks. “I spoke with Dad ten minutes ago, and he said Mom is fixing your room.”<br />
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Vivienne<br />
Never fall in love. That was my motto, and I was sticking to it. Having my heart broken once was enough, and I never wanted to do it again.<br />
He was supposed to be a one-night stand, the only thing I do.<br />
One rule shouldn’t be so hard to follow, but then I went back for seconds, then thirds.<br />
After that, I lost count of the number of times I lost myself in his arms. When I wasn’t paying attention, my guard slipped.<br />
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Mark<br />
They call me Private Mark for a reason—my whole life is a secret. For two years, we danced around each other until I got her right where I wanted her ... under me. <br />
Now that I had her, I wasn't letting her go. I thought we were on the same page. I thought we were building something great. Boy, was I ever wrong.<br />
I had no idea that while I was falling in love, she was trying to convince herself we were temporary.She thought I’d walk away. She was wrong.<br />
Now it's time to convince her she wants us too and to show her that the crazy, wild thing we have ... This Is Love. <br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/this-is-series-by-natasha-madison">This is Series by Natasha Madison</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/natasha-madison">Natasha Madison Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>Vivienne<br><br>Ten Years Earlier<br />
<br />
“Happy Birthday,” Karrie says, holding up a glass of champagne with a smile. I raise my glass of champagne with my own megawatt smile and clink it against hers. “Twenty-one and legal.” I nod and bring the glass to my lips. Karrie has been my best friend since I transferred to America from France when I was a senior in high school. We clicked as soon as I bumped into her on the first day.<br />
<br />
“Merci.” Thank you, I say in French. Even though I’ve been in New York for five years, I still slip into my mother tongue. I take a sip and then close my eyes as the sweet bubbly hits my tongue. “God, this is so much better when it’s legal.” I laugh.<br />
<br />
“So, what are you doing tonight that you couldn’t go out with me?” Karrie asks with a smirk as she takes her own sip.<br />
<br />
I shrug my shoulders and try not to smile as though I’m hiding something. “Nothing.”<br />
<br />
“Nothing, my ass,” Karrie says, putting down her glass and leaning over to me. “Is it your mystery guy?” she whispers.<br />
<br />
“He’s not a mystery guy,” I say, taking another sip to hide my eyes.<br />
<br />
“You have been with him for over two year, yet I have never met him,” Karrie points out.<br />
<br />
“He’s busy with work,” I tell her, swallowing down the champagne that a minute ago was sweet and is now a touch bitter and sour. “Besides, I need to make a dent in my American Express this month, and no one does it better than you.”<br />
<br />
“Changing the subject now, are we?” She smirks and then holds her hand up to get the bill. “I do need to get myself a graduation present,” she says, pushing herself from the table to sign her name on the bill. “Let’s go shopping.”<br />
<br />
We spend the next six hours doing all of Fifth Avenue, and when I kiss her goodbye, she gives me the biggest hug with promises to call her tomorrow. As I make my way back down to my apartment, I spot something out of the corner of my eye and turn, not sure if I actually saw it. But I did, and my heart sinks.<br />
<br />
I stand here for a minute taking in the scene before turning and walking back to my apartment. The doorman, Harold, spots me and smiles. “Ms. Vivienne,” he says, his eyes lighting up. “I heard happy birthday is in order. Or as the French say, Joyeux anniversaire.”<br />
<br />
I smile at him. “Merci or, as the English say it, thank you.” He grabs the bags in my hands. “I am expecting more,” I tell him as he walks me inside the marble entrance toward the waiting elevator.<br />
<br />
“I will have all these brought up with the rest,” he tells me, and I nod at him, knowing he’ll be up in about twenty minutes.<br />
<br />
He pushes the button for the sixteenth floor, and I watch the numbers go up one by one. My head is going around and around with everything I just saw. When the elevator opens on my floor, I walk out into the hallway and come face-to-face with my red door. Once I get into the apartment, I walk down what I call the gallery hallway. It is why I bought this apartment; the way the molding was all down the wall reminded me of France. I pass the kitchen on my right and the hallway to the bedrooms on my left as I walk into the huge living and dining room with a wall of windows that faces Central Park. Bouquets of roses scattered throughout the room are all from the same person, except one from my grandmother in Paris and another from my parents.<br />
<br />
The phone beeps in my pocket, and I reach in and grab it.<br />
<br />
I’m running a bit behind, but I’ll be there by seven.<br />
<br />
I swallow, letting my purse fall to the floor beside me while I walk to one of the couches and sit down. I don’t get up when I hear a knock on the door, knowing the doorman will leave the bags in the hallway. I stare ahead as the light in the room ever so slowly fades until the glow of the moon is all that remains. My eyes focus on the stars outside, looking at one that seems to be blinking. Or maybe it isn’t, and it’s just me.<br />
<br />
I hear the key in the door and grab my phone to see the time is 9:35. I put the phone down and hear his steps coming down the gallery. He turns on the light and spots me sitting here. I look at him, this man who I love with everything I have and would do anything for. He’s wearing the same suit I saw him wearing this afternoon except he doesn’t have a tie on.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>This Is Wild (This is #2)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/natasha-madison">Natasha Madison</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
From the best selling series, Something So comes the spin-off Series This is...<br />
Zoe<br />
When you grow up surrounded by hockey players you know one thing for sure, I was never going to settle down with one. Heck, I didn’t even know what icing was. I was too busy climbing the corporate ladder, becoming one of the most successful realtors in New York City.<br />
I wasn’t interested in dating or anything that got in my way. First, he was my client and then he became my friend.<br />
<br />
Viktor<br />
My parents told me I skated before I walked. When I was eighteen I was drafted into the N.H.L third overall, playing in Los Angeles—the city of dreams. What more could I ask for? I played hard, but eventually, I partied even harder.<br />
Five years later I was traded a week after I entered rehab.<br />
There was no time for anything except my health and making sure I’d come out on top. I had to be better. There wasn’t another option.<br />
One of the rules of recovery was ‘don’t fall in love’ and I made it a top priority. She was off limits in every single way. Until it was too late<br />
One night, one decision, one act can derail everything.<br />
When push comes to shove, I’m only certain that, This is Wild.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/this-is-series-by-natasha-madison">This is Series by Natasha Madison</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/natasha-madison">Natasha Madison Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter One<br><br>Viktor<br><br>“And they said you couldn’t do it.” I look up at the door to the voice of reason. My therapist, Alain, comes into the room where I’ve stayed for the past ninety days. The only thing in this room is a king-size bed, a six-drawer oak dresser, and a side table that holds a nightlight. Don’t get me wrong, it’s the classiest rehab facility I’ve seen, and one I never thought I would be in. I even have my own private bathroom. I look back down at the cream-colored marble floor. My black boots a stark comparison to the lightness. I’m sitting on my bed with so many things going through my head. “You look deep in thought. What are you thinking about?”<br />
<br />
I shake my head and laugh. “Is this another session?” My tone is definitely sarcastic.<br />
<br />
“Nope.” He crosses his arms over his chest and stares at me exactly like he does in his office and in group therapy. “This one is totally free.”<br />
<br />
I roll my eyes. “Nothing about this place is free.”<br />
<br />
Now he’s the one laughing. “This is true, but this, right here, is all free. You did it, Viktor. That ninety-day chip you earned, is all you.”<br />
<br />
I think of the chip in my pocket that I got at the end of the group meeting. “I didn’t have a choice.”<br />
<br />
“Everyone has a choice,” he says, his voice calming. “You had a choice every single day. You could have walked out of here at any given time.”<br />
<br />
“Then I would have lost everything.” I sigh.<br />
<br />
“So you chose not to lose,” he says, and I swear, sometimes I just want to tell him to fuck off. Actually, most times.<br />
<br />
“You chose to get up and fight.” He slides his hands in his pockets. “Don’t ever forget that. You have the tools you need to be successful.”<br />
<br />
He looks at his watch. “I have to go, but I wanted to come and wish you well. And to tell you that I am here for whenever you need me.” He smirks, leaning in and whispering, “For free.” I laugh as he turns and walks out of the room.<br />
<br />
I still have so much I need to get off my chest, so much I need help with, and fear is the first thing. Fear that I will fuck it all up, fear that I am not strong enough to fight the urges, fear that I will see the disappointment in my parents’ eyes. My phone beeps, letting me know it’s time to check out. The car will be here in ten minutes, so I make my way to the common area.<br />
<br />
If I wasn’t in therapy or doing my daily plan, I was hitting the gym. I wouldn’t let anything hold me back. They already had enough on me not to believe in me, so showing up for preseason and not being able to skate would have been just another reason to toss me aside and cross me off the list. Gone was the scrawny little guy when I started; I was now thirty pounds heavier, and it was all muscle.<br />
<br />
The room is almost empty, which is no surprise since it’s almost eleven o’clock, and everyone is probably in class. Only two people are watching television, and they are both new here.<br />
<br />
I walk over to one of the empty seats and sit down, plopping my bag beside me. I don’t know what else to do. If I was still in rehab, I would head over to the treadmill and jog out the anxiety I feel creeping up. I know how to recognize it now and know what to do with it, or at least what not to do with it. I can’t get on the phone and call my dealer. I can’t go to my secret stash and take a hit. No, not this time. I look at the door, waiting for my car to arrive, and then I spot him. Matthew Grant.<br />
<br />
“Well, look at this. I get the VIP treatment.” I smile and get up, holding my hand out to him. The nerves appear in full force. I wait for the inner doubt to creep in also, telling me I’ll never be good enough.<br />
<br />
“Figured I’d give you a lift home,” he tells me, and I just nod as I turn and pick up my bag. It holds the clothes I have here that fit me, and from the time I started, the pile got smaller and smaller. My mother did send me a couple of pairs of jeans but nothing more than that. I told her not to bother, and I would get everything once I got to New York. My new home.<br />
<br />
“Have you been discharged?” he asks, and I nod at him again. “Then let’s hit the road. The plane is waiting.”<br />
<br />
We pass the receptionist on our way out, and I give her a smile and a nod. When I see her sigh, I know I’ve still got it. I knew I always had it, but it’s just a little confirmation that everyone looks for. I get into the black truck right next to Matthew, and we stay silent. When the truck takes off from the facility, my heart hammers in my chest. It’s so loud I look over and see if Matthew can hear it. When I see him looking out of the window, I know it’s just the echoing in my ears. I take a deep breath in and then exhale, counting to ten in my head, then to twenty, and then finally to a hundred. The beating slows to a normal pace, and I breathe a sigh of relief, thinking about how I just saved face from having a full-blown panic attack in the front of my new boss.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>This Is Crazy (This Is #1)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/natasha-madison">Natasha Madison</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B07SN4NS5Y</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
From the best selling series, Something So comes the spin-off This is...<br />
Zara Stone<br />
All my life, I’ve said I will never date a hockey player. I know better because I’ve seen and lived it all. My father is a hockey god, my brother is the captain of the most successful NHL team in the world, and my brother-in-law also plays in the league. <br />
Their lives are complicated, so I went in the opposite direction. I fell in love with a scholar. But instead of proposing marriage, he broke up with me.<br />
Three months later, I saw his engagement picture on Instagram. I couldn’t let him get away with that. No, it didn’t matter what, I was going to make that man see that I did not need him. <br />
Evan Richards<br />
I was in the running to pass my point record from last year, ready to claim the number one spot in the league. On top of my game, I was riding my career high wave.  Then, Hockey’s Princess, Zara Stone tweeted me. She wanted me to crash her ex’s wedding. <br />
The worst that could happen? A PR nightmare. The best? A fun night with a beautiful woman. It started out as a game—something I’m good at. Her crazy idea twisted into something I wasn’t looking for, something neither of us wanted. <br />
When push comes to shove, one thing runs through my mind: <br />
This is Crazy. Also, this is crazy right.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/this-is-series-by-natasha-madison">This Is Series by Natasha Madison</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/natasha-madison">Natasha Madison Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter One<br><br>Zara<br><br>“So what are your plans for winter break?” my twin sister, Zoe, asks me while we are on FaceTime. I lean back in the chair and look out the small window in my little home office at the raindrops lingering on the glass. We are both now in New York, but she lives in Soho in my brother-in-law Max’s loft, and I live in Brooklyn in my sister-in-law Karrie’s house.<br />
<br />
It was no surprise we both ended up in New York. Our parents live in their house on Long Island, and my brother Matthew is the captain of the New York Stingers. My brother-in-law Max is the assistant of the team. Those two used to hate each other, but now they are always together.<br />
<br />
“I have no idea. I have to ask Ed,” I tell her of my boyfriend. We have been dating for over a year now, and I just met his parents, and he met mine. “I feel like something big is going to happen.”<br />
<br />
Her eyes go big. “No way. What kind of big? Like big, let’s move in together, or big, let’s buy a mansion and have your sister commission it?” she jokes, and it makes me laugh. As an up-and-coming real estate broker, she is slowly becoming the top player in the game.<br />
<br />
“I don’t know,” I tell her. Sitting up, I cross my arms on the desk and lean toward the computer. I’m working from home today, but I will have to go into the office tomorrow morning. And by office, I mean Nordstrom. I have my dream job as personal shopper. I started at the bottom of the chain—sure, my family came in, and I dressed them all—but I finally got my name out there when Tyler Beckett came in one day with his then fiancée Jessica, and I dressed her for the red carpet event where her dress was ruined. They are Hollywood’s royalty, and I dressed them. It was an honor, but what happened next was surreal. They say all it takes is one person, and that really is what it took. Soon, they were booking appointments just for me. Now I’m slowly building up my clientele so I can open my own company called Zara’s Closet. The good news is that even the designers are reaching out to give me samples. It’s a dream come true. “I just feel like something is coming, but I can’t put my finger on it.”<br />
<br />
“Well, maybe he’s finally going to propose,” she says, and I open my eyes wide.<br />
<br />
“Don’t put it out there in the universe,” I tell her. “It jinxes things. Remember when we put it in the universe about prom?”<br />
<br />
She rolls her eyes. “It wasn’t that bad. We both took the top ranked rookies of the year!” She smirks. “We also got a Hummer stretch.”<br />
<br />
“We also didn’t lose our virginity like we planned,” I tell her. “Those rookies didn’t even want to hold our hands.”<br />
<br />
“That’s because Matthew gave them the dick shrinking talk before they got there,” she reminds me. Since he’s seventeen years older than us, our brother is always blocking the guys from us.<br />
<br />
“This is what I’m talking about,” I tell her.<br />
<br />
“We were dumped two days before prom because you decided it would be a good idea to put a tracker on his phone.” She shakes her head.<br />
<br />
“That’s because I had a feeling he was cheating on me, and you see I was right. I had a feeling in my gut.” I slap my hand on the desk. I knew he was cheating. I felt it because he turned evasive and was all of a sudden always busy.<br />
<br />
“You replaced his yearbook picture with picture of a pig.” She laughs now and doesn’t do it quietly.<br />
<br />
“You helped me,” I tell her. “You were the one who broke into student life and changed the picture.” She just shakes her head, and I hear the doorbell. “I have to go. Ed is here, so I’ll call you tomorrow.”<br />
<br />
“Unless you get engaged, then you call me ASAP,” she tells me before I disconnect. Pushing away from the desk, I stand and walk down the steps to the front door. The doorbell rings again as soon as I get to the door, and I unlock it.<br />
<br />
“Hey,” I say, smiling at a frowning Ed.<br />
<br />
“It’s raining out here, and it took you forever to get to the door,” he says, shaking off his jacket and spraying me with water.<br />
<br />
“Well, hello to you too,” I mumble, closing the door behind him as he takes off his shoes. “I didn’t know you were on your way. You didn’t send a text.”<br />
<br />
“I was in the area,” he tells me. “I was visiting a client.” I smile and walk to him. He matches my five-feet-eight height. If I wear heels, I’m taller than him—something that he hates—so I only wear heels when he isn’t around. He is wearing a custom-made suit; I should know because I had it made for him. As a financial advisor at the top firm on Wall Street, he’s making a name for himself. “I figured I would come by.”<br />
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