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Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
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Bound Together (Torn and Bound Duet #2)

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B08D3X4DZF
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From USA Today bestselling author K Webster and Nikki Ash comes an angsty, new adult, why choose romance.
Oh, look, Ashton Carter destroyed his life—again.
Dad’s disappointed in me. No shocker there. But with them, it’s worse. We’re torn apart and I’m responsible for the shredding.
Selfish. Liar. Unworthy.
I’ve made a mess of it all. I’m not sure it’s even fixable.
Four broken hearts... Anyone got any tape?
I may be self-destructive and have sucked them into my mess, destroying everyone’s lives in the process, but I’m sure I can fix it.
It’s gonna take focus and determination, both of which I’m sorely lacking.
I’m a spoiled boy who’s used to getting what I want. In this case, I want them. All of them. And I sure as hell won’t stop until I succeed.
Not until we’re bound together by… Me.
Authors’ note: Bound Together is a full-length mature, new adult, why choose romance between friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, with a bit of taboo thrown in. This story contains MF/MFMM/MM scenes. It’s the epic conclusion in the Torn and Bound duet. Torn Apart must be read first.
Books in Series:

Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Books by Author:

K. Webster, Nikki Ash


Playlist

Uninvited-Alanis Morissette

Come As You Are-Nirvana

A Long December-Counting Crows

She’s So High-Tal Bachman

Tears In Heaven-Eric Clapton

Use Somebody-Kings of Leon

Bad at Love-Halsey

Team-Lorde

Lie-NF

Secret Love Song-Little Mix

Close to Me-Ellie Goulding

ME!-Taylor Swift

Addicted-Saving Abel

Untouchable-Jana Kramer

Give Up On Us-Harry Hudson

Here With Me-Marshmello

The Bones-Maren Morris

She Will Be Loved-Maroon 5

Broken-Lifehouse

Just the Way You Are-Bruno Mars

Your capacity to love is limitless. The only thing stopping you is the way you think.—Unknown

What have I done?

Fuck.

My lips feel bruised from the kiss Brayden and I just shared, but it’s my heart that’s taken a beating. I fucked up. Badly. One minute I was pissed at him, taunting him, and the next we were kissing.

It was me.

I leaned down and planted my lips on his.

I just didn’t expect him to kiss me back.

“Mia,” I rasp, staring at the now closed locker room door.

Movement to my left steals my attention. Brayden rises to his feet, the erection straining in his jeans still on full display. My heart is broken and my world is fucked, and yet I still can’t help but think he’s hot as hell.

This is so bad.

“You told her,” I bite out, shoving my hormones down to harness my anger. “You did this.”

Brayden’s features morph from shock at what happened to fury. “Fuck you, Ashton. You did this to yourself when you messed around with Drew and then dry fucked me on the tile floor when you were supposed to be pursuing Mia!”

The fucking gall of this guy!

Stalking over to him, I shove my middle finger in his face. “Get lost, asshole.”

He smacks my hand out of the way and grabs the front of my shirt, yanking me until our noses nearly touch. “You can’t pin this shit on me,” he growls. “You fucked up. Own it.”

It’s true.

I did this.

It’s easier to blame him, though. To make him feel one iota of the hurt I’m aching from.

“Are you owning it?” I sneer, noticing his slight flinch at my words. “Drew didn’t look too fucking happy either.”

Low blow but fuck him for acting holier than thou.

He shoves me back, hard against a row of lockers. “What happens between Drew and me is none of your goddamn business.”

I struggle in his grip, but the fucker is strong. His hips pin me. I hate that fire lights a path down my spine and zings to my dick. Now, of all times, my dick needs to calm the fuck down. This is so fucked up.

“Fuck,” I complain, as sadness creeps in. “I hurt her. I fucking hurt her.”

Brayden’s brown eyes darken. He smells good—too good—and I would push him away if I had the strength. “You’re not the only one,” Brayden rumbles. His eyes dart over my face, an unreadable expression on his features, before he pulls away, taking his heat with him.

“I need…” I spear my fingers through my hair and tug at the strands. “I need to talk to her.”

The intensity that was burning between us only seconds before is snuffed out as reality seeps in. Everything is a mess. We both know it.

“Maybe you should give her a chance to cool off, man,” Brayden suggests as I snatch up my bag.

Ignoring him, I storm out of the locker room and past the pool. I don’t need to let her cool off. I need to find her, hold her, kiss her. I need to apologize for being a rotten asshole. I need to do something… anything.

“See you at the meet,” Aaron, another swimmer, calls out as I pass.

I tip my head in acknowledgment and keep walking. Brayden is following me, which pisses me off. What the fuck is he even doing here? All he did was blow shit up with Mia and me. I’m not even sure he planned to do it either. He clearly had every intention of showing up to put me in my place. But then…

I try not to think about the few seconds leading up to the kiss.

He was so fucking pissed, but sexy as hell too. I’d thought nothing in that moment except for the fact I wanted to taste him. I didn’t make a split decision, rather just gave in to instinct. My lips brushed along his for a teasing taste, but then he groaned. Needy and curious. I craved to swipe my tongue over his. To nip at his lip and grind my dick against his.

Curiosity ruined everything.

It ruined her.

Now I’m hauling ass across campus, hoping to save my relationship with Mia. She hates me. I hate me. I’d begged her to let me explain before she bolted, but the truth is, I don’t know that I can explain it to her. I sure as fuck can’t explain it to myself.

“Ash,” Brayden clips out. “Stop, man.”

“Can’t,” I grit out when we make it to my apartment building. I fling open the door and choose the stairwell rather than the elevator, taking the steps two at a time to the third floor. By the time I reach the landing on the third floor, I’m losing energy fast. After my swim session, where I put in everything I had, to the kiss with Brayden, and then to this, I’m running on fumes.


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Torn Apart (Torn and Bound Duet #1) Read Online K. Webster, Nikki Ash http://www.ilovenovels.com/torn-apart-torn-and-bound-duet-1-read-online-k-webster-nikki-ash Sun, 25 Oct 2020 15:06:20 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/torn-apart-torn-and-bound-duet-1-read-online-k-webster-nikki-ash Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, M-M Romance, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Taboo Tags Authors: , Series: Nikki Ash
Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
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(Torn and Bound Duet #1) Torn Apart

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ISBN/ ASIN:
B08D3X6BCN
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From USA Today bestselling author K Webster and Nikki Ash comes an angsty, new adult, reverse harem romance.
I’ve spent the past three years in college terrorizing the dean, also known as my father. I’m everything he hates.
Troublemaker. Slacker. Gay.
But I’m only getting started. I’m about to make Dad really proud with my newest life choices…
I fall for my best friend, Mia, who’s a freaking chick. I’m dying to make out with my enemy, dude bro Brayden. And best of all, I want to bone my new roomie, Drew, who happens to also be the school’s new hockey coach.
Senior year’s great. I’m still the world’s worst human. I’ve made all the wrong decisions, and when Dad gets wind of my newest mess, he might actually disown me this time.
But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.
In typical Ashton Carter fashion, I wreck my life in the worst possible way. It isn’t until it’s all torn apart, I realize I have a problem. Me.
Authors’ note: Torn Apart is a full-length mature, new adult #whychoose romance between friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, with a bit of taboo thrown in. This story contains MF/MFMM/MM scenes. It’s the first book in the Torn and Bound duet and ends with a cliffhanger.
Books in Series:

Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Books by Author:

K. Webster, Nikki Ash


Labels are for filing. Labels are for clothing. Labels are not for people. —Martina Navratilova

Ashton

“I can’t believe you’re making me play this.”

Her cackle makes me smirk, even if she’s forcing me to play the game with the worst graphics in history. Minecraft is the babysitter for grade school kids who are all jacked up on Mountain Dew when mommies and daddies around the world need a break.

It’s not for people like us.

Real gamers.

“I’m going to build a cute pen here to house my sheep,” she tells me. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll make you one too.”

“I don’t want sheep.”

“Pigs?”

“I could lock you in my pen.”

“You sayin’ I’m a pig?”

We tear our attention from the train wreck graphics to look at each other. Mia’s dark, sculpted eyebrow is popped up, trying and failing to give me hella attitude. She’s anything but a pig. Guys practically trip all over their damn feet when she’s around.

Straight guys.

I’m a little fucking crooked.

“Did you see the way you annihilated that pizza, MiMi?”

She groans, jerking her dark brown eyes back to the screen. “Pineapple is my weakness.”

“Oink, oink,” I tease.

A loud, unladylike snort escapes her, sending us both into a fit of laughter. For the fun of it, I start wrecking her dumbass pig pen because it’s in the spot where I’m going to build a pool. She screeches, all kinds of pissed at me, and starts kicking me.

“What the fuck?” I groan, dodging her small but deadly socked feet. “Keep those weapons on your side of the couch, dickhead.”

“You owe me a new pen!”

“Stay here with me tonight and I’ll let you build ten pens.”

She grows silent, darting her eyes over to me. “I already promised Sasha I’d go.”

“I’m sure there are fifteen other girls just waiting to do Sasha’s bidding. You don’t even like them,” I grumble.

“I do too,” she argues. “Sasha is in my Humanities class. I know you think she’s a snob, but I like her. She’s been inviting me to a lot of stuff lately. She’s just trying to be nice.”

But we both know that’s not true.

Sasha is the president for Delta Delta Delta. A gorgeous senior with a trust fund. The girl’s family runs in the same circles as mine. Where our dads may associate, Sasha and I do not.

I’m not cool enough for her.

Which means Mia’s not either.

But pledges are pledges, I guess, and Sasha is on a hunt for them.

We’re too normal, Mia and me. Or unrefined. Maybe even a bit rebellious. We’re certainly not the types who fit perfectly into a mold. It’s what brought Mia and me together in the first place this past summer. She’s my best friend, albeit by accident, but still my best friend.

“You’re mad,” Mia says, frowning. “Why are you mad?”

“I’m not mad.” I’m so mad. Mad that she can’t let this whole “I want to fit in” bullshit go. Of course she’ll never admit that’s why she’s doing it. Her excuse is that she wants to make friends.

She has a friend.

Me.

The best one.

The only one.

I’m not a possessive bestie or anything.

“You’re pouting,” she says, her lips quirking up on one side. “For someone who claims to never pout, you sure do it a lot.”

“I do not.”

“Ask your dad. He’ll agree with me.”

“That’s unfair. My dad loves you more than me. We’re not asking him.”

“Because it’s true,” she sings and then laughs. “Seriously. It’s just a club. And if you weren’t such an antisocial asshole, you could go with us. Sasha likes you.”

Sasha tolerates me because my dad is the dean.

“Hmph.”

“Come on,” she chirps. “Enough pouting. Let’s go next door and you can watch me get ready. Help me pick out something sexy. I might meet someone hot.”

At this, I laugh. “You’re asking me for outfit ideas?”

She skims over my worn Nirvana T-shirt and holey jeans. My face is sporting scruff because I can’t be bothered to shave unless Dad rides my ass about it. And my mop of messy brown hair… Yeah, my style is a little too fucking grungy to be giving advice to others.

“Gay men know style,” she tells me, grinning as she stands.

“That’s some stereotypical shit right there. Sit your ass back down. I’m about to build that pig pen back up for you and stick you in it.”

“Dick.”

“Vagina.”

We both laugh.

“Just come next door with me,” she pleads. “I’ll let you eat gummy bears.”

Wicked woman taunting me with my favorite candy.

“I can’t. Duty calls.”

“You’re going to go whack off to gay porn?”

“You’re such a bitch,” I say with a laugh. “No, asshole, I’m meeting some brainless hockey player. Needs answers for a test. Bad grades in a class and if he doesn’t get them up, they won’t let him play.”

“Why is he coming to you and not the tutoring center?” she asks, her eyes narrowed in question. “You’re not exactly the star student of Atlantic Pointe.”


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