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Undercover Lovers Series by Tory Baker – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Sun, 07 Dec 2025 21:11:41 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.2 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Undercover Lovers Series by Tory Baker – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Feels Like Forever (Undercover Lovers #7) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/feels-like-forever-undercover-lovers-7-read-online-tory-baker Sun, 07 Dec 2025 21:11:41 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/feels-like-forever-undercover-lovers-7-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Virgin Authors: Tory Baker Series: Undercover Lovers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)

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Jude Ellison wasn’t expecting her voice on the other end of the mic—but the moment he hears the raspy, sultry tone, he knows she’s meant to be his. Forever.

Ronnie is everything Jude didn’t know he was searching for—wild, fearless, and the addiction he’ll never quit. The more he learns about her, the deeper he falls. Their connection burns fast and fierce, impossible to ignore. Every late-night gaming session, call, or text ignites a spark that pulls them closer.

With her, for the first time in Jude’s life, love seems possible.

Just when he thinks everything is falling into place, his past comes crashing into his future. Turning his world upside down. But will Jude know what forever feels like, or will it be too late?

What you'll find in Feels Like
Both are gamers
Past trauma
Tattooed Couple
Meet in real life at a rock festival
Overprotective Hero
Fell in love with a girl at a rock show

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PROLOGUE

JUDE

One Month Earlier

The moment I wake up, my body catapults to a sitting position as gasps of air leave my lungs, rough and ragged. My hand clutches at my chest, trying to calm the beating of my heart. Sweat is pouring from every inch of my body while all my senses go on high alert, and I can hear every noise in my otherwise quiet home. The only good part about waking up like this is that I’m out of my nightmare.

For now.

You’d think almost twenty-seven years later, I’d have overcome my past, but I haven’t. I’m haunted in my weakest hours.

When the world is dark.

When I’m the most vulnerable.

When I’m asleep.

I’m transported to the here and now. No one is here, and there’s not one single fucking reason for my past to enter my future.

I toss the covers from my drenched body, throw my legs over the side of the mattress, and take a deep breath. My elbows hit the tops of my thighs, head hanging down. The clenching and unclenching of my fingers help center me from spiraling to do something stupid. I leave my eyes open while attempting to calm myself down and try to think about other shit, shit that doesn’t suck me into the vortex of my fucked-up childhood.

“Get it together, man.” I run my fingers through my hair, look at the clock on the other side of my room, and watch the time change from two fifty-nine to three o’clock in the morning. There’s no going back to sleep, not after the nightmare I just had, one that still has me ready to crawl out of my skin.

“Cam, disable the alarm.” The software system I created is voice activated yet more detailed than that, capturing the unique tone of my voice. I’m still ironing out the kinks before I make it available to my friends, their business fronts, or the public.

“Good morning, Jude. Alarm is deactivated,” the slightly less robotic female voice responds through the speakers. I wince at even a piece of technology notating that it’s morning at this awful hour. The alarm chimes, a two-beat succession letting me know that a blaring horn won’t sound off and wake up the rest of my neighborhood when I open the French-style patio doors.

I stand up, nab my phone from the nightstand, and check what my notifications look like—trivial bullshit, e-mails, texts that can wait, and another alert about who’s currently online. I drop the phone back on the wood table and grab my smokes and lighter before walking toward the back door. A few seconds later, the deadbolt is unlocked, the door is wide open, and I’m met with the stillness of the night.

The Florida humidity smacks you in the face. Summer is thick in the air, and it’s not going anywhere anytime soon. It’s never ending, clinging around for months on end. The rare time it drops below fifty percent, you wonder if a cool front moved in, only to wake up the next day with shit going back to normal, and you’re left thinking it was a fever dream. I walk further out on the deck, completely naked. My house may be in a neighborhood of sorts similar to Asher’s, minus the fact that my lot is a little over an acre, but the privacy fence keeps it secluded, so I’m able to use my backyard however I see fit. I drop the nasty habit near the edge of the pool, one I picked up years ago and have yet to kick, probably because anytime I do, the nicotine calms me down from days like these. I drop myself into the pool and dunk my body below the surface, exhaling every last bit of oxygen until I’m nearly to the bottom. I close my eyes for the first time since waking up and am finally in a point of time that does me not one bit of good. I flip to my back to slowly float to the surface. The stickiness of sweat is gone and is replaced with chlorine. I’ve yet to convert the system to salt water, it’s at the bottom of my list for now.

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Wrapped Up in You (Undercover Lovers #9) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/wrapped-up-in-you-undercover-lovers-9-read-online-tory-baker Sun, 07 Dec 2025 21:11:39 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wrapped-up-in-you-undercover-lovers-9-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Authors: Tory Baker Series: Undercover Lovers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)

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I don’t break rules. I write them. Until Serena Beck walks into my office.

She’s supposed to be a favor.
She’s my business partner’s niece.
She’s off-limits in every possible way.

Untouchable.

There’s only one problem — every time she looks at me, I imagine things I have no business wanting. And when she says my name, the control I’ve spent years perfecting starts to unravel. Serena Beck has me wrapped up in her, and I have no intention of letting her go.

What you'll find in Wrapped Up in
office romance
grumpy x sunshine
protective hero
temptation/forbidden
she’s the exception

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PROLOGUE

SERENA

One week earlier

“Shit,” I mutter beneath my breath in the bathroom stall. My first day on the job, and I start my period. Of all the freaking luck I could have, this is what I’m greeted with? Luckily, I’m prepared, thanks to my mom for drilling it into my head to always pack a pair of panties, a pad, and a tampon in a plastic baggie. This started well before I hit that magical age in life where your body betrays you when you least expect it. At school, no less.

It seems I may meet my demise before the day has even started because, wouldn’t you know, I bled through not only my panties but also stained my gray skirt. I dig through my bag, grab my necessities, and make quick work of the process. There isn’t much I can do about the fabric, which sucks, completely and totally. I don’t have a magic bag full of tricks, like say stain remover, peroxide, or a spare change of clothes.

Once I’m finished, I leave the bathroom stall to wash my hands, do a quick spin in the mirror, and stare at myself in absolute horror. The one day I didn’t pack a cardigan, naturally, since I decided to clean my car out yesterday, too. Which means I don’t have any extra clothes in there, either.

I am well and truly fucked.

At the age of thirty-two, I should not be starting a brand-new career, and I should absolutely not be starting my period in the middle of the month due to stress, especially since I’m two freaking weeks early. Yet here I am. Here I fucking am.

The only thing I can do now is strategically place my bag behind me, hold it there, and pray that someone will allow me to borrow something until I can beg my mom to bring a cardigan of hers or mine. Which means I need to text her right away before she makes plans with her group of girlfriends, including my aunt.

I whip my phone out of my purse, bring up the thread with my mom, and start my text.

Me: 911.

Me: Mom. Mom. Mother!

Me: HELP ME.

Mom: Serena Lily Beck, stop giving me a freaking heart attack. What’s wrong?

Me: I started my stupid-ass period. I need a coat, a cardigan, a sweater vest, a brown paper sack, anything really.

Mom: Go to Uncle Todd’s office. Aunt Val is here with me. She said there’s some kind of sweater of hers there, but also, your uncle keeps a sports coat there, and it would go perfectly with what you’re wearing today. Val said this, the fashion icon of the century, that oversized is the “in” trend.

Me: I love you both. You’re life savers. I’m heading there now before I have to report to HR. Thank you! Hugs and kisses, talk later.

I don’t wait for a response. I’ve got places to be and people to see, and being late will only make this stressful day even more so. I strategically place my bag in such a way that it’s behind me, holding it there with the palm of my hand, and walk out of the restroom.

I’m on a mission as I step into the small hallway, unaware of my surroundings while looking at my feet instead of where I’m going.

“Oomph.” The wind is knocked out of my sails as I run straight into the hardest chest of my life. My forehead meets the brunt of it, and just when I’m about to stagger backwards and likely land on my ass, I don’t, because two strong hands wrap around my upper biceps and keep me horizontal.

“Whoa, there, you good?” When the man before me speaks, his voice has a low and rough quality. It’s so thick with a gravelly tone that I want him to keep talking so I can catch each and every word.

“Um... yeah, I think so.” I take a hesitant step back while looking up at the man who saved me from a greater demise than the bathroom incident. The way my day is going, I’d end up sprawled out, legs spread wide, and give the handsome stranger a view he would never recover from, string included, because why not?

I’m greeted with light brown eyes that remind me of a steady storm slowly building in intensity. His warm skin tone, full lips, and a strong jawline under a short beard give him a rough, lived-in edge. He’s all solid lines and broad shouldered, accompanied with a quiet strength, a type of build that looks like it comes from real work and not a gym mirror. Each time he makes a subtle movement, it’s unhurried and grounded—like a man who isn’t in a rush and never needs approval to show he’s capable of moving mountains.

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Beneath His Touch (Undercover Lovers #8) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/beneath-his-touch-undercover-lovers-8-read-online-tory-baker Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:15:59 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/beneath-his-touch-undercover-lovers-8-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Tory Baker Series: Undercover Lovers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)

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Every thought I have of Letty Barnes stirs a hunger inside me that’s become impossible to ignore.

My housekeeper moves through my home like a whisper—quiet, careful, always trying to disappear. She thinks staying invisible keeps her safe from what burns between us. But all it does is make me crave her more.

One day, everything changes, and in that moment, the line between wrong and right disappears completely.

Letty doesn’t just capture my attention.
She becomes my world.
And I’ll do anything I can to protect my kitten

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PROLOGUE

LETTY

One Year Earlier

Run.

Run.

Run.

Three letters, one syllable, and the only word I keep in my vocabulary as a consistent word. Looking back, I should have seen the signs, except I'd been naïve. Growing up the way I did will do that to you, time had always been tough in the Barnes household.

The wondering how rent would be paid, if there would be enough money for power, and no longer stretching food to last as long as possible stopped.

When Mom met Joshua when I was fifteen, things changed. We moved into a home, one with a yard, where you didn't have to wedge a chair under the handle of the front door because god forbid the landlord fix such a thing as a deadbolt. I also didn't have to sweep the floors of the grocery store or bag said groceries while maintaining my grades in high school. Mom was swept off her feet, and in doing so, so was I. My blinders were perfectly in place, and they weren't yanked off my face until that day.

The day they were married started one of the happiest times of my mom's life. The cloud had lifted, and she smiled a true smile. The dark circles beneath her eyes slowly disappeared, and while she still preferred to work, no longer did she need three jobs, choosing to keep only one. A clerical job at Nicholas' office. Funnily enough, that's where they met. Mom had been a cleaner there, working late at night when they stumbled upon one another, and one thing led to another. Dates came along, overnight stays happened where I'd been invited, unlike all the other losers mom had met before, and I'd fallen for him, like a girl who needed a father figure in her life.

Years of solid good in our lives turned bad in the blink of an eye, with a phone call that changed our lives forever. I'd come home from college, where I'm studying to become a teacher, trying to help others like a lot of others had helped me. Everything came to a screeching halt—a hit and run, dead on impact, no suffering involved. At least that's what the police officers said when they knocked on the door to deliver the news.

Mom was gone.

Joshua wasn't home. I'd been by myself, and the officers stayed as long as they could. I held it together, telling them I would be alright. They still needed to deliver the news to my stepfather, proving it unsuccessful since they stopped at the house while another officer went to his work. When they asked me where else he might be, I only shrugged my shoulders. Mom kept tabs on Joshua, not me, though I found it odd they didn't ride to work together that morning like they usually did.

There would be no more Saturday morning pancakes, no more Mom listening to me talk about the drama happening with the girls at school, no more having a rough day and plopping on the couch beside her while she played with my hair. Those days are gone, and ever since we laid her to rest last month, I mourn them more and more as each day passes.

I never thought the day would come when I'd be in the predicament I'm in now—hearing what I'm hearing, seeing what I'm seeing, all while perched on the top step of the staircase. My arms wrapped around my legs, chin propped on my knees, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I don't have the money," Joshua's voice is riddled with fear. I'd feel sorry for him if I hadn't just heard the other man say what he did, the one with the darkest edge, wearing brass knuckles on both hands. He’s the size of a linebacker and has the face of a beast.

"And how do you suppose we'll get it out of you?" A different person is talking now, one I can't see, and I'm not risking a single movement. I'd noticed a few things missing here and there at home, my stepfather's sports car being one of them. Another was the gold Rolex watch he wore on his wrist at all times. Still, I didn't think it would come to Joshua sitting in a chair with a menacing group of men surrounding him.

"Give me another week. I promise I'll have it. All of it." I roll my eyes. I've watched enough movies with loan sharks to know this isn't going to work.

"I'll give you twenty-four hours, then I'll take everything I can from you, including your stepdaughter. How old is she now, twenty?" My stomach sinks, and the overactive imagination inside my head takes hold. Movies and books are my outlet, the way to quiet the noise that seems to rattle around when the world is too noisy. Mafia romance, motorcycle club romance, and the like are among my favorites. Which also means I know what's coming.

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Feels Like Forever (Undercover Lovers #6) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/feels-like-forever-undercover-lovers-6-read-online-tory-baker Sun, 12 Oct 2025 20:51:58 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/feels-like-forever-undercover-lovers-6-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Tory Baker Series: Undercover Lovers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)

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Jude Ellison wasn’t expecting her voice on the other end of the mic—but the moment he hears the raspy, sultry tone, he knows she’s meant to be his. Forever.

Ronnie is everything Jude didn’t know he was searching for—wild, fearless, and the addiction he’ll never quit. The more he learns about her, the deeper he falls. Their connection burns fast and fierce, impossible to ignore. Every late-night gaming session, call, or text ignites a spark that pulls them closer.

With her, for the first time in Jude’s life, love seems possible.

Just when he thinks everything is falling into place, his past comes crashing into his future. Turning his world upside down. But will Jude know what forever feels like, or will it be too late?

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PROLOGUE

JUDE

One Month Earlier

The moment I wake up, my body catapults to a sitting position as gasps of air leave my lungs, rough and ragged. My hand clutches at my chest, trying to calm the beating of my heart. Sweat is pouring from every inch of my body while all my senses go on high alert, and I can hear every noise in my otherwise quiet home. The only good part about waking up like this is that I’m out of my nightmare.

For now.

You’d think almost twenty-seven years later, I’d have overcome my past, but I haven’t. I’m haunted in my weakest hours.

When the world is dark.

When I’m the most vulnerable.

When I’m asleep.

I’m transported to the here and now. No one is here, and there’s not one single fucking reason for my past to enter my future.

I toss the covers from my drenched body, throw my legs over the side of the mattress, and take a deep breath. My elbows hit the tops of my thighs, head hanging down. The clenching and unclenching of my fingers help center me from spiraling to do something stupid. I leave my eyes open while attempting to calm myself down and try to think about other shit, shit that doesn’t suck me into the vortex of my fucked-up childhood.

“Get it together, man.” I run my fingers through my hair, look at the clock on the other side of my room, and watch the time change from two fifty-nine to three o’clock in the morning. There’s no going back to sleep, not after the nightmare I just had, one that still has me ready to crawl out of my skin.

“Cam, disable the alarm.” The software system I created is voice activated yet more detailed than that, capturing the unique tone of my voice. I’m still ironing out the kinks before I make it available to my friends, their business fronts, or the public.

“Good morning, Jude. Alarm is deactivated,” the slightly less robotic female voice responds through the speakers. I wince at even a piece of technology notating that it’s morning at this awful hour. The alarm chimes, a two-beat succession letting me know that a blaring horn won’t sound off and wake up the rest of my neighborhood when I open the French-style patio doors.

I stand up, nab my phone from the nightstand, and check what my notifications look like—trivial bullshit, e-mails, texts that can wait, and another alert about who’s currently online. I drop the phone back on the wood table and grab my smokes and lighter before walking toward the back door. A few seconds later, the deadbolt is unlocked, the door is wide open, and I’m met with the stillness of the night.

The Florida humidity smacks you in the face. Summer is thick in the air, and it’s not going anywhere anytime soon. It’s never ending, clinging around for months on end. The rare time it drops below fifty percent, you wonder if a cool front moved in, only to wake up the next day with shit going back to normal, and you’re left thinking it was a fever dream. I walk further out on the deck, completely naked. My house may be in a neighborhood of sorts similar to Asher’s, minus the fact that my lot is a little over an acre, but the privacy fence keeps it secluded, so I’m able to use my backyard however I see fit. I drop the nasty habit near the edge of the pool, one I picked up years ago and have yet to kick, probably because anytime I do, the nicotine calms me down from days like these. I drop myself into the pool and dunk my body below the surface, exhaling every last bit of oxygen until I’m nearly to the bottom. I close my eyes for the first time since waking up and am finally in a point of time that does me not one bit of good. I flip to my back to slowly float to the surface. The stickiness of sweat is gone and is replaced with chlorine. I’ve yet to convert the system to salt water, it’s at the bottom of my list for now.

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Secret Seduction (Undercover Lovers #5) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/secret-seduction-undercover-lovers-5-read-online-tory-baker Sat, 16 Aug 2025 22:26:53 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/secret-seduction-undercover-lovers-5-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Authors: Tory Baker Series: Undercover Lovers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)

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The last thing Dr. Luke Camden should be thinking about is her.

There’s something about the way she looks at him. Soft and sinful, eyes dark with desire, sliding over him in a slow, sensual way, holding him hostage every damn time.

It makes him lose all sense of time.

She’s intoxicating.
She’s off-limits.
She’s his patient.

Some rules are meant to be broken, and he’ll break every last one of them if it means having Shae as his.

What you'll find in Secret
Doctor romance
He takes care of her
Office drama
She falls first, he falls harder
Baby girl
He does yoga with her
Golden retriever hero

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PROLOGUE

SHAE

Two Weeks Earlier

“Hey, Shae, how’s your day going?” Lyric walks in through the studio doors, a smile on her face and a pep in her step. She’s here three times a week and part of the reason I’ve seen an influx of new clients. Between her and the girls, Lennie, Kenny, Winnie, and Maci, word of mouth has gotten around Oak County, the neighboring towns around Oak View, where my studio is situated.

When I opened up LITHE a year ago, I barely had two nickels to rub together, especially after installing the mirrors, floors, and speakers throughout the once art gallery. It truly helped when I looked at the space with the realtor that the plan was completely open. My parents being the most supportive helped in the way of elbow grease. They couldn’t help me financially, yet they pulled their weight in what I needed most. Dad built the walls for three separate rooms for different classes to be held, saving me a butt load of cash. He also did similar for the reception area, where I’m standing now. The reception desk and area were also built by him.

“Hi, Lyric, not too bad. What about yours?” I don’t tell her that I’m waffling between closing the studio down for the afternoon and having to refund or credit the next classes for the day. One of my instructors turned in her notice this morning and didn’t feel the need to give me her two weeks, either. Needless to say, I truly hope she won’t be using my name as a reference or that her next place of employment chooses not to call me.

“Oh, you know, same old, same old.” She shrugs her shoulders. I notice the iced coffee with the Oak & Brew emblazoned in a clear plastic cup with olive green print and their signature logo in the form of a coffee cup on the side.

“Anything new on the menu this week?” I ask. Oak & Brew is known for more than just coffee—they also have baked goods, breakfast sandwiches, and teas.

“Yes, it’s all things cinnamon this week. Cinnamon swirl latte, cinnamon coffee cake, cinnamon tea, and endless others. The girls and I have stopped by almost every day so far. I swear they put crack in their drinks, because I am officially addicted.” Lyric takes the last sip of her drink; the slurping tells me more than she ever needed to.

“Crack in the form of caffeine. You are not wrong.” Tomorrow morning, I’ll be waking up earlier than usual to get a fix of my own.

“Nope. Where are the others?” Lyric asks.

“Well, my sister is on vacation with her girlfriends. They take an annual trip, and this is their week.” They’re younger than I am by about six years or so; my sister, Coralynn, is what my older brother, Zane, likes to call the oops baby. Whereas we’re two years apart, he and our baby sister are eight years apart. At least she doesn’t get the never-ending older brother tales that she’s adopted or is the milkman’s baby. I swear he’s a pain in the ass, yet I still love him even with his dumb jokes. “As for Blair, she quit this morning.”

Lyric’s mouth opens and closes. That’s about the size of it. I’d felt like a fish out of water as well. Trying to come up with a new instructor on the fly isn’t as easy as you’d think. Which means I’ll be working all of the classes and somehow finagling changing the schedule if I can.

“Are you looking for someone to replace her?” Lyric recovers, a thoughtful expression on her face.

“I would like to, but with the short notice she gave me and Coralynn being out of town, it’s going to be hard.” Coralynn helps out with the dance classes, contemporary and ballet. I know she’d help if she weren’t boozing and sunning it up with her girl gang.

“Damn.” I nod, agreeing with her just as the phone on the desk rings.

“Hi, thank you for calling LITHE. This is Shae, how can I help you?” Lyric stays where she is, leaning on the counter while pulling out her phone to text someone. I think it’s safe to assume she’s texting either Jagger, her man, or the girls in her group. Winnie brings her son, Sebastian, in, and she’s probably letting her know the toddler classes might be canceled for the time being.

“This is C & G Women’s Health. I’m calling to confirm your appointment for tomorrow at one o’clock.” I close my eyes and mouth the word shit. I’ve completely forgotten about my appointment with everything going on today.

“Is it possible to reschedule? Something came up unexpectedly.” Lyric raises her arms, waving them in a way to grab my attention. “Can you hold on for just a moment, please?” I ask the receptionist.

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Tangled Desires (Undercover Lovers #4) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/tangled-desires-undercover-lovers-4-read-online-tory-baker Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:08:14 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/tangled-desires-undercover-lovers-4-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Authors: Tory Baker Series: Undercover Lovers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)

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I always said I wouldn’t be the settling-down type—wild at heart, always chasing the next thrill. Everything changed the day Lyric came storming back into my life like a hurricane—sudden, intense, and impossible to ignore.

We were kids when she left, her parents packing up their house to moved for her father’s job. We promised we’d stay in touch, and for a while, we did.

Then, without warning, the calls and letters stopped.

I told myself to move on, to bury the past, and never look back, making a promise of my own. To never let anyone in like that again.

Now, she’s here, living in the same house, and suddenly, everything I thought I wanted doesn't feel the same anymore.

What you'll find in Tangled

Friends to lovers
Caretaker to her parents
Jokester/Adrenaline Junky Hero
Secret pact
Hurt/Comfort
Soft to his hard

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PROLOGUE

LYRIC

One Month Earlier

Please take care of your father, Lyric. He’ll need you when I’m gone, and don’t forget I’ll carry you with me always. I love you, sweet girl.

Those were my mom's last words before she left this side of the earth twelve years ago. The same thoughts I’ve kept at the forefront of my brain and have never let go, not even when things got worse. I stayed true to her words, promising to take care of my dad, her husband, until his final breath.

I never thought in a million years that at the age of twenty-one, I’d be called home from college to hear the news of my mom having cancer. My parents told me I could go back, visit more throughout the semester, and then change universities when the school year ended. I squashed that idea like a bug beneath my shoe, transferring in the middle of spring semester and never looking back. My then boyfriend said we could make it work, insisting that a long-distance relationship didn’t mean we’d lose touch. I remained cautiously optimistic.

Then, like the saying goes, life happened, or rather shit happened. A domino effect as disappointment sank in, when a random phone number sent me a text message with an image of him in bed with another girl. I knew everything he said was in the heat of the moment. We were young, and I had more responsibility than most peers my age. I didn’t blame him.

He’d call me in the beginning, I’d call him back when I got a minute, and the conversations would last a minute or two here and there. I’d undoubtedly be needed by my mom or dad, and, well, he’d be heading to class, football practice, or a party, so we drifted apart. I never dated again once my mom passed away after her long and drawn-out battle, trying her hardest to keep going. She was a fighter, trying every chemotherapy and radiation therapy she could, even going as far to be a part of any research trial she’d qualify as a candidate for, but nothing helped. Two years later, we reluctantly said our goodbyes, and I’ve kept my promise that I would take care of my father, the love of her life, ever since.

Of course, I had no idea what that would entail until I started really noticing things about my dad. He’d forget a few things here and there. Mainly his keys when walking out the door to work on the base, or I’d notice a couple of other things here and there. His uniform would be messed up when he’d never once allowed himself or anyone else under his command look slightly disheveled. Then his doctor’s office called to confirm an appointment, and when I mentioned it to my father, he said he had forgotten. I understood the sentiment entirely. We’d been through a lot at the end with Mom, hospice coming and going at all hours of the day during her final days.

We both stayed by her side until I heard Mom say something to Dad. That’s when realization hit that they needed alone time together. I excused myself, swallowing back the lump in the back of my throat and blinking the tears away, only allowing myself to fall to pieces once I cleared the room. I ran to the bathroom and closed the door as quietly as possible, then my back slid down the wall, and my hand covered my mouth. I found a hand towel to muffle the sobbing and allowed the emotions to take over.

We buried her three days later, my dad in his dress blues sitting beside me, holding my hand, and while he maintained a brave face, I couldn’t help the tears sliding down my cheeks, unable to keep up with them. There weren’t enough tissues to combat the tears from losing my mother. My mind went into overdrive, thinking about all the moments that had been stolen from her and, selfishly, myself.

Now, here I am, standing next to my mother’s grave, where my father is in his final resting place beside her. The doctor’s appointment after Mom’s funeral hit me in the gut yet again. His general physician brought up my mother’s concerns, which had me at a loss for words.

My father was showing signs of early-onset dementia. My big, strong father, Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps, would need to see a neurologist, which resulted in doctor after doctor. Test after test would be run, and we’d eventually receive the diagnosis Mom had been trying to find before she became so sick that she couldn’t keep up. The downfall of everything was being kept in the dark. I know they were trying to overcome obstacles and thinking that everything would be okay. You know, like Mom going into remission and Dad not being diagnosed with frontotemporal dementia.

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Total pages in book: 53
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Tysen Vaughn is used to commanding the skies, but when his eyes lock on Maci sitting at the airport bar, he’s suddenly grounded.
She’s captivating—her beauty, her energy—pulling him in with an undeniable force. One wild, unforgettable night of passion where time stood still. No last names, no promises, no expectations. Only raw, scorching chemistry.
When Tysen wakes up the next morning, the woman who rocked his world is gone. She’s vanished into thin air, and the only trace he has of Maci is the lingering scent of her clinging to his skin.
Months later, fate throws them back together. She’s on his private jet, just as stunning as ever—the only problem? She’s avoiding him at every turn, keeping her distance, and that only fuels Tysen’s desire for her. He’s going after the irresistible temptation, and he won’t stop until he has her in his arms again.

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PROLOGUE

MACI

Six Weeks Earlier

I’m jobless.

I’m homeless.

And I’m heartbroken.

“What can I get for you?” I’m knocked out of my reverie before tumbling into the levels of betrayal a woman can go through in the span of forty-eight hours.

“Tequila, and keep them coming,” I respond without looking up, too busy trying to slide onto the barstool without making a fool out of myself by falling to the ground. Too bad I’ve already done that in the form of being a dumb woman who chased after a man. Yep, I’m thirty-four years old and have not one single thing to show for it. No car and definitely no home to call my own, and a career that I’ve been more than made aware of currently has me blacklisted.

“Bad day?” I look up from the bar top, finally settled in, and am yanking my skirt down that has a penchant to rise up anytime there’s a chair of some sort involved. Why didn’t I take the time to change out of my work clothes and into a pair of comfy sweats? Oh, that’s right, because I had to somehow manage to hold my head high, keep my shoulders back, and sign the termination papers. Why not add more insult to injury? I did what I had to do. Unfortunately, it meant dressing appropriately because I would never allow that asshat to make me feel any more inferior than I already do. Then I had to swing back to the hotel I’d been staying at, grab my carry-on suitcase, and book it to the airport. I didn’t even have time to use the restroom since time was of the essence, and the last thing I wanted was to be stranded here longer than necessary. Fat a lot of good that did me.

“More like bad week,” I respond. Usually, I have better manners than the ones I’m portraying at the present moment. But I’ve been sitting at this airport for hours upon hours, waiting to board my plane, only to have to stay another night. You know, in the sort of way where it’s impossible to leave the tarmac. Apparently, there was a mechanical issue, then there was no pilot, and then the weather turned downright terrible. The excuses seemed endless. I was handed a voucher for a hotel room attached to the airport and sent on my merry way. It did indeed help dull the raging inferno inside of my soul, but barely.

“Thanks.” The shot of tequila burns like battery acid sliding down my throat.

“Another?” Kelsey asks. I noticed her name badge on the upper left-hand side of her shirt when I slugged the shot back.

“Please.” She pours another shot while my hand never leaves the glass. I’m acting ridiculous, like someone is going to take their last meal away, when the bar is empty. I let go of the glass, allowing it to sit on the dark wood, take a fortifying breath, and try to calm my quaking nerves.

“No problem,” Kelsey replies before moving away. I’d have thought for sure this bar would be busy with this being an international airport in a city I once loved. A place that at any given time could cater to your every whim. I keep my hands in my lap, my thumb fiddling with the mixed metal ring on my index finger, and think back on the reason why I’ve had to box up every last belonging I owned with my now ex-boyfriend, ship it to my parents’ house, and change my mailing address and every last password to every single thing—banking app, email, social media, and bills. It’s been a mess to have to do this from thousands of miles away from the comfort of your true home. A home I called the second everything went down. My dad tried to hop on the next plane to Vegas, but Mom and I talked him down, thankfully. It’s better to cut and, in my case, run. Sprint right back to my parents in Florida. Which is what I was trying to do today, except the world is out to get me, and yes, this is my woe-is-me moment. Tomorrow, I’ll pull my big girl panties up in order to face my fate. Today is not that day. I grab the shot and am about to suck it down in one swallow when I hear his voice.

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Johnny Gonzales let her walk away from everything they built and everything they were.

Winnie left me to fix something—someone—she couldn’t save, and I refused to help. When she packed her bags to leave, I didn’t chase her.

Now she's back, years later, looking just as beautiful as the first day I met her. I’m slammed back to the time when she was mine and the feelings I thought I lost come rushing back. I’m speechless, I’m pissed, and I’m trying to figure out why she’s in Whispering Oaks.

She’s tossing out words like, sign these and I’ll never see you again. Except that’s the last thing I want. I’m going to possess her, all of her, and I’ll never let my wife leave me again

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PROLOGUE

WINNIE

Four Years Earlier

“Mi cariño,” my husband says huskily into my ear. When he came home, he dropped his clothes, left them where they fell, and only had one thing on his mind: Me. The covers disappear from around my body in a quick flash of movement. I’m completely bare, ready for Johnny to slide deep inside me. I’m more than ready. Wetness is coating my greedy center, waiting for him to fill me like only he can.

The cold air from the air conditioner causes my flesh to pebble. Johnny, who runs hot all the time, even in the dead of winter and definitely in the summer, keeps the thermostat at an ungodly number. I’ve become accustomed to him needing the thermostat cranked down; it still doesn’t mean I don’t freeze when I’m not covered up. Earlier in the night, I sent a text, letting him know I was heading to bed. Usually, I’d try my hardest to stay awake, but tonight proved to be too hard, and I only have myself to blame for it. After work, I met up with my sister to try to talk sense into her. When that didn’t work, I came home, ate dinner, took a hot bath, and crawled into bed.

Johnny, a man who isn’t shy in the least about what he wants, told me he wanted me naked or in one of his shirts with nothing on. I knew what that meant. I’ve had more than my fair share of experiences when it comes to my husband’s demands. Tonight isn’t any different, especially after he’s had a rough night at the club he owns, Undercover Lovers.

“Johnny.” His name comes out raspy, drifting from my lips when his cock meets my wetness. He drags his length along my slit, making sure I’m ready.

“Fuck me, Jesus, fuck me.” Johnny’s gaze drops from my eyes to where he’s working me up into a panicked frenzy, one where I’m ready to beg for him to finally take me. I prop myself up on my elbows, wanting to see what he’s seeing. My breath hitches. My husband’s heavy girth is lying on top of me, thick and long, and all mine. It’s no wonder he’s holding himself in place. The look of us alone is enough to send me out of orbit. Johnathan Tomás Gonzales is everything I’m not. He comes from a loving family, he’s successful in anything he touches, his friend group is out-of-this-world amazing, and the best part about him is he doesn’t see me for my shortcomings. Not my lack of family, not the fact that I work a minimum-paid job at an art gallery and love it so much I don’t have so much as an inkling of leaving it to find better. Johnny doesn’t even mind that the only friends I have is someone from my place of employment and through him, his friends, too.

“It never gets old. This feeling, the way you look at me, God, it’s everything.” His hands bracket my hips, holding me tightly. There’s no predicting or him telling me what he’s going to do next. Instead, he slams inside of me with one hard movement until he’s so deep I can feel him hit that spot that has me clenching involuntarily.

“Eres tan bella.” You’re so beautiful. Johnny’s speaks both English and Spanish fluently, a benefit from his parents and grandparents, who made sure he’d become bilingual during his childhood and well into adulthood. Usually when we’re in bed, away from everyone, tucked away from the world, and he’s looking at me like I’m his whole world is when he murmurs sweet nothings in the language I love so much. He drops down until he’s cocooning us within his thick muscular frame. I feel cherished in the best way possible. I close my eyes, breathing through the sensations, the dragging of his length sliding in and out of me with his deep thrusts.

I never stood a chance when I met Johnny Gonzales.

One chance meeting.

One heated look.

One night spent in his arms.

I never left, and he never let me.

He became my one and only, and I became his.

Johnny wraps his arms beneath my body, pulling me up and turning us until he’s the one on his back and I’m planted on top.

“So full,” I moan, looking down at him.

“Work for it, mi esposa, show me how desperately you want me.” He groans while calling me my wife. I get to work. My hands go behind me, using the tops of his thighs for purchase, while my knees slide upward, lifting me up, and then slide downward helps me get all the way to the root of my husband. It’s taken me years not to be self-conscious of the shape of my body. He sees nothing but beauty, whereas I see a thicker stomach that doesn’t ever go away no matter how many ab crunches I do or how much I watch what I eat. When Johnny’s hands slide to my breasts, cupping them lightly, feeling the heaviness in his palms, I know this is only the tip of the iceberg. My husband is a man who knows how to deliver pleasure with that slight tinge of pain. I believe the term would be dominant, except neither of us is into labels. We are what we are, we like what we like, and fuck what everyone else says.

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The moment Asher Fontaine’s gaze met hers, something deep within him stirred—something he hadn’t felt in years.

She wasn’t the kind of woman who needed him. She wasn’t the kind of woman who needed anyone, it seemed.

Lennon doesn’t need a man like him—someone who keeps his distance, hiding behind his career and a past of his own. But the more he watches her, the more he craves the warmth she unknowingly offers.

What he isn’t expecting is the pull he has toward her sweet, soft smiles she offers and the way she moves with a quiet strength, despite the sadness behind her eyes.

And now, for the first time in a long time, Asher’s wondering if he might be willing to change his ways.

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PROLOGUE

LENNON

Six Weeks Earlier

The couch feels good, too good. I’d usually be at work or cleaning the house, except for today. The date on the calendar loomed in my head for nearly a month, and when the page on the calendar flipped, I made it worse. Why would anyone circle this date in red over and over again? It stared at me like a beacon each and every time I walked into the kitchen. Maybe that’s why I avoided it like the plague a few days leading up to this morning.

Fortunately for me, my preconceived notion of being a total embarrassment narrowed down to a party of one. My sister, Minnie, would have flown down from Colorado without batting an eye. I wouldn’t let her. She and Clay are smitten with one another, and I know my sister well enough. She’d stay as long as possible and feel guilty when she left. This task is better for me to deal with on my own. The fewer witnesses the better, in my eyes at least.

The party of the one and only me, myself, and I. We being me, dealt with standing in front of a judge. Well, minus a lawyer representing me, who is a literal godsend in every stretch of the imagination, and the paralegal taking notes through the proceeding. I held my head high, kept my tears at bay, and breathed through the overwhelming pain of coming to yet another realization.

Failure.

My body failed me.

My husband, excuse me, ex-husband failed me.

My birth parents failed me.

But I’ve never failed anyone. I’ve always been there, even when I’m not wanted, and that, my friend, is a hard pill to swallow.

And now I’m left alone with a pile of debt and emotions I refuse to unpack at this time. I’m too comfortable with the pint of moose tracks ice cream propped on my stomach and wine in one hand without a glass, instead choosing to drink it directly from the bottle. I’m allowing myself to wallow in self-pity for this afternoon. Come tomorrow, I’m going to dust myself off, get back to work, and dig myself out of the hole I’ve been buried in.

I take another bite of the vanilla swirled with chocolate and peanut butter chunks. The flavors burst along my taste buds, helping me drown out the noise of all the things I should be doing. The red pinot noir I’ve chosen does not pair well with my sweet treat, so I’ve abandoned guzzling the liquid for the time being. Maybe when I’m done divulging in the massive amounts of ice cream, I’ll move this into the bath and continue drinking.

My body is aching, my eyes are tired, and it’s not even because I’ve been crying. Nope, I’m all dried up, have nothing left to give. I used up all the tears when shit hit the fan with Zach all those months ago.

One fight.

One knock-down drag-out argument, and everything came out.

Zach blamed it all on me. Everything. The small-ish house we owned together, which seemed completely perfect to me, and did to him at one point, too.

Then things got worse when he said harmful, hurtful things, things I couldn’t bear to hear. I did the only thing a woman worth her salt would do: I ran out the door and started over. I walked out of the home we built with nothing but the clothes on my back. Of course, a few days later, when I knew Zach would be at work, I went back home, packed everything I could in my car, and never looked back. Clothes, a few mementos from when Minnie was younger, and my favorite kitchen appliances I use to bake with. The one hobby I allow myself despite its added expense.

The worst part is knowing that he didn’t care enough to run after me or to call. I thought it would be a stalemate for a few days, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing from Zach.

The ringing of the doorbell jars me out of memory lane. “Ugh,” I protest, plopping my ice cream on the scratched-up coffee table I picked up at a garage sale for five bucks. I think condensation marks are the least of my concerns while I get up to answer the door.

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