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B.B. Reid – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:45 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png B.B. Reid – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Chrysalis – Men of the Wilds Read Online B.B. Reid http://www.books2020.com/chrysalis-men-of-the-wilds-read-online-b-b-reid Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:45 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/chrysalis-men-of-the-wilds-read-online-b-b-reid Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark Authors: B.B. Reid Advertisement

Total pages in book: 193
Estimated words: 184001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 920(@200wpm)___ 736(@250wpm)___ 613(@300wpm)

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The final installment in the Men of the Wilds duet is coming.

Aurelia George was prepared to let the world believe she was dead. Tangled in the arms of her mountain men and bound only by the rules they make, the twice disgraced pop star had found her happily ever after.

Or so she thought.

The only thing surprising about learning her uncle wants her dead is realizing how eager she is to return the favor. Convincing her mountain men to leave their world behind and step into hers won’t be easy. Thorin is desperate to disappear again, Khalil is quietly drowning, and Zeke wants her gone.

For better or worse, this quartet of villains will have to leave their Eden.

And now that the tables have turned, Aurelia's the one they'll need to survive. But as she and the rest of the world are about to learn, you can take these men out of the wilds, but you can't take the wilds out of them

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EZEKIEL

Two years before Seth.

Fourteen years before Aurelia George…

All right. Here it is,” Thorin announces. He pans the laptop’s camera around the sparsely furnished room. The line is silent as Khalil and I try to think of something to say that won’t make Thorin regret signing away his life to the fucking Marines.

The dorm room is depressing as fuck and pretty much what you’d expect, but if you pictured the poverty line as the ocean’s surface, Thorin and I are somewhere around where the Titanic sank. It’s impossible to reach it without imploding. Needless to say, military barracks are a giant leap up.

At least now, he’s guaranteed three meals a day and a roof over his head that he doesn’t have to share with Annalise’s smoker friends. It would get so bad at times that he’d come home from school and find that he’d have nowhere to sleep because the house, along with his room and his bed, had been loaned out for a fix. The three of us would usually run them off, but that would only solve his troubles on the surface and none of the ones that ran deep.

We have that in common—except Thorin can remember all the reasons why.

Khalil is the only one of us who came from a stable, loving home, and even though he’s doing a better job masking his thoughts, his background inside the five-star hotel suite stands out in stark contrast to Thorin’s. The cinder block walls of Thor’s room remind me of the cells I spent a lot of time in as a kid along with the simple wooden twin bed, nightstand, desk, and four-drawer chest. He has a better view than I did though—a single window with a view of the neighboring barracks brick wall.

“It’s um…bigger than I expected,” Khalil lamely remarks.

“That’s what she said.” Khalil and Thorin groan at my even lamer attempt at humor while I peer into Thorin’s background. “I don’t see another bed. It’s just you?”

“Yeah,” he answers with a sigh as he takes a seat at his desk. “Most of the rooms are doubles, but I lucked out and got a single.”

“That’s pretty cool. You can jerk off whenever you want. I know how much you like your alone time.”

Thorin flips me off.

Khalil laughs with his fist poised over his grinning mouth. He says something, but I only catch half of it.

On the path to become a boxing champ, his background is currently filled with the voices of his ever-growing entourage and groupies hoping to be chosen. When Thorin and I give him a questioning look, Khalil suddenly looks over his shoulder and snaps, “Can y’all shut the fuck up?”

The small but loud group that was standing nearest him moves away with mumbled apologies, but the rap music blasting from speakers still makes it hard to hear him, so he shakes his head in frustration before getting up and leaving the room.

The noise fades until he shuts himself inside another room.

“Sorry about that,” he grumbles once he’s alone. “I asked if the girl is cute, and if you hit it yet.”

Thorin cocks his head with a deceptively innocent look. “What girl?”

“The one in charge of room assignments of course.” Lucked out my ass. No way they were handing out single rooms to a grunt.

Khalil is showing all of his teeth when he sticks his face so close to the camera, I can count his nose hairs. “She clearly has a crush on you, my boy.” He pulls back and waggles his brows. “So are you gonna fuck or what? What’s her rank? Is she higher than you? Y’all gon’ role play?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Thorin dismisses Khalil’s prying with a wave of his hand. “How’s the shoulder?”

Khalil took a pretty nasty hit during his match tonight and still managed to knock out his opponent. I caught the whole thing on a friend’s TV since I don’t have cable.

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Advertisement Say So – A Dark Mafia Romance Read Online B.B. Reid http://www.books2020.com/say-so-a-dark-mafia-romance-read-online-b-b-reid Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:38 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/say-so-a-dark-mafia-romance-read-online-b-b-reid Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love, Mafia Authors: B.B. Reid Advertisement

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From best-selling author B.B. Reid comes a sizzling romance set in shadows and glamour.

Ocean Kilpatrick has starred in many wet dreams.

As for best friends Hunter Parrish and Coby Perry, he's become their worst nightmare.

When Coby is sold to the mafia prince to settle her brother’s debt, Ocean vows to take what he's owed and then some.

Obviously, he's never heard that trouble comes in two because Hunter has made a vow of her own—to rescue her twin flame or die trying. She’ll burn down Ocean’s world and dance on the ashes before letting him take what’s hers.

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He's a master manipulator.

Every move the friends make, he's two steps ahead, and the game won't end until he says so.

Say So is a standalone romance compiled from the original serial and revised to be enjoyed as a full-length novel

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COBY

I never imagined the sun would be shining the day I learned that heartbreak was the most deafening sound I’d never heard. It arrived silently like the wind until you were ready for it to pass through you.

But it’s been hours since my epiphany.

It was nighttime now.

I stared up at the full moon peeking out from behind gray clouds, wondering how I got here. I thought I’d felt the worst of this pain when I became an orphan at fifteen, but as bad as losing my parents was, somehow this woe felt worse. Walking away from someone you loved, someone who was still alive for you to touch and hold and see, was unbearable. Time heals all wounds, but what about the ones that were free to keep tearing themselves open? Even now, far from the source, my anguish echoed through me as I bypassed the long line outside the Diamond Lounge.

The upscale club straddled the boundary line between the high-end and low-rent district, sitting on the corner of the busy street where it attracted patrons of all types—young professionals, grad students, influencers, scammers, singles, couples, and friend groups. Business was booming for my older brother’s club, but the pride I normally felt was dulled by the agony that sent me running to him for comfort in the first place. As if to rub salt in the wound, a fresh wave of tears fell just as I reached the door where two bouncers were checking IDs.

“Hey, Dre,” I said to the friendly bouncer as I cut the line wrapped around the corner, pissing off all the people who were waiting. I ignored the sound of their mad asses kissing their teeth and grumbling and focused on sounding like I wasn’t two seconds from falling apart. “Is Shaun here?” I hadn’t even tried to call him because Hunter’s relentlessness forced me to turn off my phone after I stormed out in the middle of our fight.

“Nah, you just missed him,” Dre answered. “He left for the night about ten minutes ago.”

“Already?” I asked, feeling dumfounded as I looked around. The club was busy even on a Thursday night, so it made no sense for Roshaun to leave this early in the night I’m sure they needed all hands on deck this for crowd. “Why?”

Dre glanced up from the ID he was checking with a flashlight before shrugging and waving the group of girls inside. They were still talking shit, but I paid those bitches with their beauty store bundles and ashy heels no mind. “I don’t keep that man’s business in my back pocket, but you know your brother, Coby.”

Meaning, Roshaun found someone to screw and ditched work early to play rather than get this money. Why my brother started his own business when he had no work ethic was beyond me. The new manager he hired to run his club was probably ready to quit, just like the last two. Roshaun always piled too much on them because his priorities were fucking, spending money, making money, his car, and then me in that order.

“Okay, then,” I said with a sniffle as I turned to go. “I guess I’ll see you later.”

I didn’t make it more than a step before Dre laid a gentle hand on my arm. “I don’t know about that, girl. You seem like you’re going through it. I don’t know if I feel right about letting you leave.”

I had trouble meeting his gaze as I lied. “I’ll be all right.”

Dre made a frustrated sound. “Just…just go inside and wait while I try to get a hold of your brother.”

It was unlikely that Roshaun would have answered for me anyway since our relationship was rocky at best, but if Dre called, there was a chance my brother would answer. It was sad but true. I thought about it for a moment longer before also realizing I had nowhere else to go. I could go home, but Hunter was there, and she was the last person I wanted to see right now. Exhaling heavily, I accepted Dre’s invitation with a faint nod.

He muttered something to the other bouncer before escorting me inside.

The club had two floors, each with a bar. There were mirrors along the walls and chandeliers in the ceiling. The white flowers, which appeared purple under the LED lights decorated the fluted pillars around the club. The sparse crowd in the lounge section upstairs was surprising for such a busy night. The stairs were even blocked off by a red velvet rope, and at the top stood a stone-faced guard who definitely didn’t belong to the club.

Someone high-profile was in the building.

Dre didn’t seem to care as he bypassed the downstairs bar and led me over to the glowing spiral stairs. I watched him unhook the rope before placing a hand on my lower back when I hesitated. While he led me upstairs, I tried once again to convince Dre that I was fine, but the gentle giant wasn’t convinced. Before I could insist, the bodyguard placed a hand out to stop us from going any further once we reached the top.

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Advertisement Crucible – A Dark Enemies-to-Lovers Romance Read Online B.B. Reid http://www.books2020.com/crucible-a-dark-enemies-to-lovers-romance-read-online-b-b-reid Thu, 19 Dec 2024 11:51:22 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/crucible-a-dark-enemies-to-lovers-romance-read-online-b-b-reid Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic Authors: B.B. Reid Advertisement

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From bestselling author B.B. Reid comes a wicked retelling of your favorite fairytale.

America’s sweetheart has been canceled.

From teen star to international phenom to the biggest celebrity in the world, Aurelia George has suddenly found herself on the other side of adoration. The public thinks they hate her when they never really knew her. The saddest tragedy of all is that she doesn’t know herself.

Done with the fame, glitz, and glam—the whole doe-eyed princess charade—Aurelia decides she’s taking back her life, even if it costs her everything.

But her uncle has other plans.

Shipped far away until the heat dies, Aurelia finds herself in the one place where her name means nothing. When a blizzard causes her plane to crash, she becomes stranded in the wilds of Northern Canada, a sole survivor with no one to turn to.

No one except them.

The misanthropic mountain men who’ve shut themselves away.

It’s their cabin Aurelia finds in the icy wilderness and their obsession she ignites when they discover her sleeping in one of their beds. Thorin, Khalil, and Ezekiel (and all of his personalities) have only longed for one thing in nine long years...a woman to warm their beds.

Surviving a plane crash, wolves, avalanches, frozen lakes, and a harsh winter with three feral men is nothing compared to Aurelia’s hardest trial of all—finding herself.

Crucible is dark why-choose romance. Please refer to the trigger warnings before reading.

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Paint the Town Red – Doja Cat

Rockstar – Cleotrapa

Stupid Hoe – Nicki Minaj

Frozen – Madonna and Sickick

Toxic – Britney Spears

Nothing’s Going to Hurt You Baby – Cigarette’s After Sex

Dangerous Woman – Ariana Grande

Let Me Fall – Kaeli & Paulie Preset

Where is My Mind – Pixies

Halo – Beyonce

I Feel Like I’m Drowning – Two Feet

She Will – Lil Wayne ft. Drake

Poison – Bell Biv DeVoe

Archangel – MEJKO & Rose Ghould

Fallin’ 4 U – Nicki Minaj

Valley of the Dolls – Marina

Neon Brother - Nothing but Thieves

Marilyn Monroe – Nicki Minaj

Take Me Back to Eden – Sleep Token

Photograph – Ed Sheeran

Pretty Hurts – Beyonce

Muddy Waters – LP

Whenever I’m asked to recount the most terrifying part of the crash, I tell them it was waking up on that mountain, being the only one who survived, and knowing I was going to die, too.

But that’s bullshit.

The most terrifying part happened after—after I found that cabin and after I found them.

Because of Thorin, Khalil, and Seth, I met myself for the first time. Nothing else compares. Nothing else was more frightening and yet…freeing.

Rule #1: Show us some fucking respect.

Rule #2: No, we will not keep our hands to ourselves.

Rule #3: Swallow every drop.

Rule #4: Do what we tell you.

Rule #5: Have our dinner ready on time, or we’ll have you instead.

Rule #6: Run, and we will let you die.

Rule #7: Keep those pretty fingers away from our pussy.

AURELIA

I shouldn’t look, but I can’t help it.

As that last tweet so eloquently put it, my life is going up in flames, and the whole world is tuned in to watch it burn. At least they have the luxury of no one giving a shit when their own lives are in shambles.

Besides, I never claimed to be perfect.

I never even claimed to be nice.

That glowing label was bestowed on me by the very people dragging my mutilated carcass across socials.

Sweet Aurelia.

The girl with the golden voice and the heart and hair to match.

It’s bullshit.

First of all, my hair is dyed, my heart is black, and my voice has never been my own.

The person the world fell in love with was nothing more than a PR stunt, and now they’re blaming me for being gullible fools.

None of those people talking shit know me.

The real me.

If they did, they wouldn’t be surprised that I don’t shit rainbows and charm innocent woodland creatures with my song. One less-than-perfect moment in twelve years and my reputation takes a nosedive while my character gets slaughtered.

Fuck ’em all.

“Aurelia,” my publicist calls with an exhausted sigh. “Aurelia, are you even listening?”

No.

“Yes. People I don’t know hate me. Blah, blah, blah. I’m supposed to care and apologize. Blah, blah, blah.” I look over my shoulder at Joanna. “I heard every word, and I’m not doing it.”

“It’s one interview. Avery Shaw—”

“I’m not going on live TV to discuss something that should have been private. I’m not going to explain my side to people who’ve already told me to fuck off. Well, you know what? Fuck them too. Fuck everyone. And fuck Avery Shaw. That messy bitch can scoop someone else’s shit.”

Joanna, in her tailored white pantsuit and Valentino pumps, perks a brow from her seat behind her glass desk. She isn’t at all surprised that I’m kind of a cunt. She is, too. It’s why we work well together. “Don’t you think your temper is what got you into this mess in the first place?”

“Tania is a brainless, generic imitation of me, and she knows it. That’s why she baited me—”

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Advertisement In the Gray Read Online B.B. Reid http://www.books2020.com/in-the-gray-read-online-b-b-reid Tue, 20 Jun 2023 02:21:10 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/in-the-gray-read-online-b-b-reid Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense, Taboo Authors: B.B. Reid Advertisement

Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
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ATLAS

I know what they say. Grief makes you do things.
After the year I’ve had, I’m bathing in it.
Dad’s dead.
Mom is…mom.
My boyfriend and best friend are too busy screwing to comfort me.
When a letter arrives with no return address telling me where to go for a new start, I don’t hesitate.
I pack some clothes and what’s left of my life and run.
But I didn’t expect the fire waiting for me when I arrived. I didn’t count on the burn.
Rowdy Wray.
They call him the lion of Idlewild.
Me…I call him boss.
He’s the key to my past and the path to my future.
What happens next is our twisted secret.

ROWDY

Who is this girl?
Atlas Beck.
This damaged young thing shows up at my place of business and tells me she’s my new receptionist.
I should have fired her.
I would have fired her if she hadn’t begged so beautifully.
Atlas told me not to let her go, but she didn’t know what she was asking. And now?
It’s too late to put the crazy back in its cage.

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It was still there.

The old factory across the street.

The red brick building loomed three stories high, dominating this tiny low-income corner of Idlewild. I’d been lingering on the sidewalk on the opposite side of Temperance Street, watching the locals come and go. The cold rain had soaked through my hair and clothes, but at least it had hidden my tears.

Relieved that I hadn’t made this trip in vain, my guard lowered for a second, enough time to embrace the kernel of hope blooming in my chest at finding this once-derelict edifice still standing.

A second was all it took for my mind to drift.

And for the still-healing wound to rip open again and bleed my grief all over the pavement.

Don’t.

Lowering my gaze, I studied the faded photo in my hand once more. It was the only clue that I was at the right place.

There were differences, of course.

According to the date artfully written on the back in a feminine script, it had been twenty years since the photo was taken. The arched windows were no longer broken, the dead grass had been restored and shorn, the crumbling brick refortified, and the missing parts of the roof had been replaced.

But it was the massive basalt statue on the front lawn that had caught my attention and confirmed I’d found it—them.

Lions.

Four of them.

One roaring, one hunting, one searching, and one still.

Carved in the black rock were three words that sent a chill down my spine.

Pride of Kings.

I shivered and reminded myself that it was winter, and even Mississippi was cold in January. This had to be the coldest winter I could remember in a long time.

I ignored the warning creeping down my spine as I surveyed the building, searching for a way in.

Of course, I could just walk through the front doors and pretend I needed my car repaired, but that wouldn’t get me close to the Kings. It probably wouldn’t even get me in the same room as them, and it wasn’t as if I could walk right up and say, “Hey, we need to talk.”

Their reputation preceded them even hundreds of miles away, where their names were mentioned with the same reverence as a platinum-selling rapper or professional athlete. Except they weren’t. The Kings were four ordinary men working ordinary blue-collar jobs—or would have been if not for their outlandish moniker.

My limited funds also meant paying for repairs I didn’t need wasn’t an option.

How much it had cost the Kings to gut and modernize the old factory to make room for the thriving mechanic shop? The outside still maintained some of its rugged appearances, blending in with the rest of the neighborhood as if the new owners hadn’t dared be caught gentrifying.

A woman dressed in business attire left the building, and the sign on the door caught my eye as it swung closed behind her.

It should have bothered me that I barely considered what I’d do if I actually succeeded before darting across the two-lane street, but it didn’t. This was the least reckless thing I’d done since I got that photo a week ago. It was just after noon, so the lunchtime traffic rush made not getting run over a task, but I somehow made it safely across, barreling through the front doors and into the waiting room before I could reconsider.

It wasn’t as if I had anything left to lose.

The circulating heat slapped me in the face, and a few seconds later, I could feel the stabbing tingling in my toes and fingers as my frozen limbs began to thaw.

I took a wary look around.

The shop seemed even larger inside, with its tall ceilings and mostly open space. There was a wall of glass, interrupted only by a blue metal door marked Employees Only, behind the U-shaped reception desk. The window separated the waiting room from the workshop, where I could see the mechanics hard at work.

Facing the reception desk was another set of double doors leading out to the side of the building and drop-off area. Waiting on the other side, with only heat lamps and thick winter coats bearing the Pride of Kings logo to warm them, were the two young valet boys I’d glimpsed during my hour-long recon.

I spotted more chairs and tables where customers who’d chosen to wait for their repairs lounged comfortably. A few were perusing the well-stocked coffee and snack bar on the far side of the room. Adjacent, on either side, was a storage closet and bathrooms.

“Hello. Welcome to Pride of Kings. How can I help you?”

I followed the high-pitched sound and spotted a petite white girl with inviting blue eyes and blonde braided pigtails behind the receptionist’s desk. Her peach-painted lips moved at a pace too fast for me to keep up, and I just stared until it got weird fast.

My first thought was that she was pretty. Young too. She couldn’t have been older than her late-twenties.

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Advertisement The Wrong Blue Eyes Read Online B.B. Reid http://www.books2020.com/the-wrong-blue-eyes-read-online-b-b-reid Thu, 16 Dec 2021 06:42:38 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-wrong-blue-eyes-read-online-b-b-reid Genre: Romance Authors: B.B. Reid Advertisement

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Heat up the holidays with this new forbidden romance from the bestselling author of Fear Me and Lilac. Noelle is far from a good girl. In fact, she can be downright bad. Everyone she meets adores her wild antics. Well, everyone except for her boyfriend. When Paxton suggests a trip to Aspen for the weekend, Noelle decides to find that missing spark. But what Noelle thinks is a romantic getaway turns out to be a party for four. If two’s company and three’s a crowd, what do you call a sexy fourth wheel with blue eyes and a killer smile? Answer: Your boyfriend’s twin brother. The Wrong Blue Eyes is a novella and a complete standalone.
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NOELLE

Four days until Christmas

LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT 1719 TO ASPEN, COLORADO. THE BOARDING DOORS WILL BE CLOSING IN FIVE MINUTES.

Shit.

“We’re going to miss our plane,” my boyfriend griped for the fortieth time since he opened his eyes this morning. I felt Paxton’s glare as I shoved my beanie over my black hair, but I ignored him anyway and grabbed my coat from the bin. True, our flight was leaving in five minutes, and we’d just now made it through security, but how was this my fault? “Are you happy, Noelle?”

I turned to him since he was so determined to have this fight.

There was a gleam in his blue eyes as if I’d fallen for some hidden trap.

His dark hair was perfectly styled despite the early morning hour, and his long, athletic body was encased in a white sweater, gray overcoat, and blue jeans. I watched his jaw—which looked sharp enough to cut diamonds—flex as he waited for me to piss him off.

Paxton was breathtaking, but he may as well have been covered in boils and slime right now.

“Why are you blaming me?”

“Maybe because you thought it was a good idea to pack on the morning of our flight? We should have been here hours ago!”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t see the need to pack three months in advance or sit in an airport for six hours just so your anus could relax.”

“If you had let me pack for you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“We’ve been dating for three years, and you still don’t know what brand of tampons I use. So why would I trust you to pack my clothes?” If I’d left it to Pax, I’d be spending my entire vacation with my headlights on and socks that didn’t match.

“You—”

“Guys?” The soft sound of my best friend’s voice drew my attention away from my prick of a boyfriend. Felicity’s green eyes were wide, and her cheeks were flushed pink. When I looked around, I realized why. All eyes were on us. “Please, let’s just go? We can still make it if we hurry.”

I watched my boyfriend as he visibly softened as he stared at my best friend.

Felicity playing referee was nothing new. In fact, she’d been doing it for most of our relationship, but lately, it’d become sort of a full-time job for her.

The first year between Pax and me had been great.

The sex was amazing, our conversations flowed, and even though we were complete opposites, I used to believe he was good for me. Balance, you know? Lately, though, I couldn’t help feeling more stifled than stable, and everything that once made me believe we could work had faded a long time ago.

First, the all-night pillow talks, and then eventually, the sex.

It’s been three months since Paxton and I fucked, and my fingers were no longer enough.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Pax agreed before flashing Felicity that same charming smile I’d fallen for. Felicity smiled back before looking at me, and I could see the question in her eyes.

Are you okay?

I answered the unspoken question with a shrug.

Paxton being annoyed with me was our new normal. I swear it was like if I breathed too heavily, he’d up and disappear for hours. I used to cry myself to sleep, knowing my boyfriend didn’t love me anymore, but now I’d grown used to being nothing more than his baggage.

I don’t know why I didn’t just end it.

I’d tried to work up the courage many times, but then I’d see his face and couldn’t imagine walking away.

Literally.

I’d see his face and get the urge to jump his bones rather than leave him. It was the strangest thing.

At this point, my only hope was to pack my bags and send him an email once I was gone. Harsh but necessary.

After a record-breaking sprint across the terminal, the three of us arrived at our gate with only seconds to spare.

Pax and Felicity immediately rushed toward the gate, completely unaware that my feet had become glued to the floor. Leaning over the gate desk was a familiar set of broad shoulders. The man attached to them had been flirting with the pretty agent behind it when he suddenly turned at the sound of our arrival.

Tall.

Dark hair.

Blue eyes.

Athletic body.

And a jaw sharp enough to cut diamonds.

Sound familiar?

“Hey, Pax! What’s your rush?” the man called out with a teasing smile.

Pax, already one foot through the gate, came to a screeching halt when he finally noticed his brother.

His twin brother.

“Nick?” Pax did an about-face and met his brother halfway for a manly hug. “I thought you’d already be on the plane.”

Excuse me…what?

I guess now I knew why he insisted we bring Felicity along. This was never meant to be a romantic getaway. Any hope I had of us salvaging our relationship died a quick and grisly death.

“And if I knew you wouldn’t be, I wouldn’t have bothered showing up two hours early. Thanks for the heads up, bro.” His gaze then shifted to Felicity standing next to his brother before quickly dismissing her and moving on. A deep frown covered his face when he didn’t find who he was looking for—me. “Where’s Elle?”

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Advertisement Lilac Read Online B.B. Reid http://www.books2020.com/lilac-read-online-b-b-reid Sat, 12 Dec 2020 14:03:26 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/lilac-read-online-b-b-reid Genre: Angst, Erotic, Romance Authors: B.B. Reid Advertisement

Total pages in book: 200
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I, Braxton Fawn, am the luckiest girl alive. Or so the world keeps telling me. Every so often, gods walk the earth. This time they came as musicians. When Bound loses its lead guitarist, yours truly is chosen to fill his shoes. From dive bars to the big stage, my instant claim to fame is nothing short of a fairytale. The only problem? My new bandmates. Jaded, gorgeous, and ridiculously talented—they’re determined to turn my dream into a nightmare. It’s no secret I wasn’t their first choice. I wasn’t even their last. The label wants a new image, Bound wants me gone, but I’ve got my own agenda. To succeed I have to survive a world tour, public scrutiny, and idols turned enemies. But the biggest threat of all isn’t a meticulous front man, a narcissistic bassist, and a drummer with too many secrets. It’s me. Somehow, I must resist the temptation of Houston Morrow, Loren James, and Jericho Noble. It seemed easy enough when I boarded their tour bus, but it only took one city for the lines we’d drawn to blur. Only ninety-nine more to go. ***Lilac is a reverse harem romance and complete standalone.
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Lose Yourself—Eminem

Monsters—Shinedown

Dear God—XTC

Down with the Sickness—Disturbed

Love and War—Fleurie

Headstrong—Trapt

I Want It That Way—Backstreet Boys

Sober—Tool

Angels Fall—Breaking Benjamin

Black is the Soul—Korn

Polyamorous—Breaking Benjamin

Best Thing I Never Had—Beyoncé

Bed of Lies—Nicki Minaj ft Skylar Grey

Apologize—Timbaland ft OneRepublic

Spastik—Plastikman

Basiel—Amelie Lens

Oh Bondage! Up Yours!—X Ray Spex

Open Your Eyes—Disturbed

Bring Me to Life—Evanescence

So What—Pink

Light My Fire—The Doors

THE WORLD MOURNS A TRAGIC LOSS

October 20 2017 / 4:36 PM / America’s Daily News

Calvin Everill, the lead guitarist of Bound, was found dead yesterday morning from a drug overdose. At twenty-seven, the not-yet proclaimed legend is survived by his bandmates who could not be reached for a statement. While mourning, fans are anxious to learn about the fate of the upcoming world tour and who Bound’s front man, rumored to be meticulous, will deem worthy of filling Everill’s shoes.

The news was reporting the same story.

No one would suspect the government had shut down, and parts of the country were still suffering from last year’s hurricanes. There had been ten mass shootings this month alone, but reports had taken a back seat for one tragedy in particular.

Every channel and their avid audiences were tuned in to the death of Calvin Everill.

After three months, there was nothing new to report, no suspicion of foul play.

The rock star had simply overdosed on cocaine.

My gaze remained glued to the screen of the mounted TV across from me while the smell of brine filled my nose. I couldn’t stop my leg from bouncing or the umpteenth shift in the hard plastic chair. The receptionist who’d greeted me when I arrived was oblivious to my distress as her desk phone rang nonstop.

The offices of Savant Records were thirty floors up with the Los Angeles sun shining through the windows and highlighting the modern industrial space. More phones were ringing somewhere, accompanied by the clicking of computer keys and the hurried footsteps of a low-level employee and confident stride of an executive.

Everyone seemed to be in a frenzy today, which meant something big must be happening while I awaited my fate.

I blamed myself for arriving late even though my sister had puked all over my clothes, leaving me no choice but to borrow something from her closet. Each choice had been more god-awful than the last.

With shaking hands, I smoothed down the dress I’d chosen, a corduroy ankle-length tarp with wide shoulder straps. Since it was January, I’d paired it with a white long-sleeve shirt. The only things I wore that were mine were my thong, second-hand Docs, and the black choker around my neck with a gold crescent moon hanging from the center.

No, this one was all on me.

I’d known going home before the most important meeting of my life was irresponsible. It’s just that Amelia Fawn, nearly six hundred miles away, still ruled me with an iron fist.

When the news story changed, my interest in what was airing became very real. I couldn’t look away. Like the rest of the world, I was hoping for a glimpse of them—Houston Morrow, Loren James, and Jericho Noble.

The remaining members of Bound.

Most celebrities would have tweeted how sad they were by now. In the age of social media, you weren’t angry or grieving unless you posted about it online. Our instincts dictated we run to strangers on the internet the moment we experience pain, to tell the world how deeply gutted we are over the loss of our loved ones—as if the multitude of absentminded apologies and offers of prayers would actually mend the rip. Calvin Everill’s bandmates, on the other hand, had no comment.

Not a single goddamn word.

And so the world forgot their grief for intrigue.

Just like that.

The once adoring fans’ favorite target of the three was Bound’s front man and lead vocalist. The latest asinine theory was that Houston Morrow murdered his guitarist.

Even I had to admit that it wasn’t entirely baseless.

Morrow and Everill had kept the voracious blogs busy for the past year with their open hatred for one another. The world was now divided between people who believed Morrow murdered Everill and those who couldn’t care less for the same reason the talented guitarist had gotten away with being a junkie.

Houston Morrow was revered.

Even more so than Calvin. While the guitarist had been on the road to legendary, Houston had already blazed that trail.

A clip of the band’s last performance together flashed across the screen as they played one of their biggest hits, “Fatal Fever.”

Hearing the lyrics, I was more anxious than ever. It was impossible that Bound had written them specifically for me, but that’s what it felt like. Even though I’d shown up for this meeting and filled my lungs with hope, I was still pretending to be normal, still pretending I wanted to be cured.

Sweeping the red strands of my hair off my nape, I piled them high into as neat a bun as I could manage without pins or a mirror and only my black, almond-shaped nails. It was hardly professional, but neither was sweating profusely.

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Little Mian Ross and the big, bad Knight didn't find their fairytale ending. Together they found war. The Parties: Angeles Knight, Mian Ross The Order: Angeles Knight orders the liberation of Mian Ross. He’ll tear down their enemies, forsake his throne, and give his life to keep her safe. All Mian must do is forgive his betrayal and put her heart on the line. Again. The Debt: His legacy. The Bandit: Angeles, The Sixth Knight
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Mian’s name is pronounced

My-an.

The Beginning

In 1812, Adam Knight died of consumption, leaving his wife and three children destitute. It was four years following Adam’s death when Louis Wilde encountered Adam and Amelia’s oldest son. Alexander’s reckless attempt to steal a jeweled ring from the home of politician John Sullivan had been witnessed by Wilde.

But Louis didn’t turn in Alexander.

Instead, he paid him for his enemy’s ring.

And then paid him for his silence.

Duty of Knighthood

The Knight is responsible for the well-being of each descendant of Adam. He will be known as the Bandit.

The Knight can only be the Bandit.

The Knight will keep a record of every job, bribe, and client in the book.

The Knight will never sell secrets.

The Knight will never sell silence.

The Knight will protect the book.

The Knight will produce a male heir to continue my legacy.

If the Knight fails in his duty to produce an heir, power will revert to the next eligible descendant of Alexander.

The Knight and descendants of Adam shall treat these rules as law.

Should the Knight break these rules, with the exception of producing an heir, his life will be forfeited, and power will be inherited by his executioner.

Chapter One

MIAN

Three Years Ago

I CAN STILL feel the butterflies.

Angel’s midnight voice on the phone, making me wish him a happy birthday, and inviting me to his party tonight did that.

I never thought I’d see him again. I never thought he’d care if I didn’t.

Mixing with the flutters in my stomach was the stabbing memory of his order to stay away from him. I tried to picture a girl he loved enough to hurt me, but I could only see myself as the girl he shared his kisses with—only and forever.

I sighed and fell back onto my bed. If he loved someone else, why would he purposely stir these feelings inside me by inviting me to his party?

A little hope and a lot of uncertainty wreaked havoc on my mind. I’d go to his party, but if he wanted me to stay, he would need to be honest about what he truly wanted—and if he wanted me.

Before I could get any answers, though, I’d need my father’s permission to go. Angel might think he could control the universe, but so did my father.

He spent most of his time in the den during the rare occasions he was home. I rehearsed my lines as I made my way to his man cave. He’d definitely be suspicious of why I wanted to attend since Angel and I weren’t exactly best friends. Any reason other than the truth would do.

I stood outside the den until the truth no longer sounded so distorted. My fist was poised to knock when I heard Daddy speak. His angry bark made me jump back from the door. I’ve never heard him speak in that tone before. Curiosity had me pressing my ear to the door.

“Why are you showing me this?” The long silence meant he was thankfully alone. I didn’t want to know what he would have done if the person had been standing in front of him. I decided I didn’t want to know what he’d do to me if he found me eavesdropping, so I headed to the kitchen for a snack. I wanted to go to this party more than anything and maybe dance with Angel. Getting on daddy’s bad side definitely wouldn’t get me there.

It was an hour before I heard his footsteps moving across the wooden floors my mother had loved so much. She spent a good part of her day watching home improvement shows after she’d fallen sick.

I jumped from the barstool where I’d been eating an apple and met him in the hallway as he was tugging on the distressed brown leather jacket he always wore. I think he’s had that thing longer than I’ve been alive.

“Daddy, I need to talk to you.”

“Not now,” he answered in a clipped tone. He didn’t bother to spare me even a glance as he shoved his phone in his pocket and moved past me.

“But it’s important,” I whined then winced. Maybe Angel had been right about me being spoiled.

“It can wait.” His back was still toward me so he couldn’t see my frown. Daddy was never short with me.

“Where are you going?” I demanded. I was tempted to stomp my foot and cry as I would have six years ago.

His eyes seemed to lose some of their jade as he said, “I’ve got a job, Mian. Go to your room.”

“I’m too old to go to my room,” I sassed. I’ve never openly defied my father before. I was accustomed to getting my way, especially after Mom died.

But when his finger jabbed angrily toward the stairs, and he bellowed for me to obey him, I stared back at him in shock.

I felt betrayed.

He’s never spoken to me this way before.

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A missing legacy, a stolen son, and one dangerous secret changed everything for them... SHE STOLE MY PROPERTY I'll never forget the night I caught her sneaking around my place. She thought she could steal from me and get away with it, but I have no intention of letting her get away at all. Mian Ross has a lesson to learn, and I'm going to be the one to teach it to her. HE STOLE MY SON I'll never forget the night I made the second biggest mistake of my life. It was supposed to be a simple job, but it quickly became so much more--one that cost my freedom and cost my son. Angel Knight became my worst nightmare... and now, he'll never let us go.
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Prologue

Once a Daddy’s girl…

MIAN

“I’m going toprison, Mian.”

I can’t remember a time I ever hated my father. Not even when I grew breasts and noticed boys. But when he uttered those fateful words…

I raged inside.

Theo Ross was a notorious thief and playboy, but he was also my father. My fist struck the table, and I turned my glare on full force. “Youcannotgive up this easily. I’m not.”

Eyes greener than the amazon stared back at me. I had my father’s eyes. Maybe that’s why I could read them so well when no one else could. I recognized remorse in the depth of his striking gaze, but I also saw pity. He thought I was naive. A clueless girl with my head stuck in the clouds.

But I wasn’t naive.

My father just didn’t know me anymore.

After Mom had died, the only thing that mattered to him was the next job. He’d say it was all for me, but after so many years,I knew better.

I couldn’t keep my mother, and now I knew I couldn’t keep my father, either.

“I can’t be there for you anymore.” He reached across the table and enveloped my hands. I couldn’t stand to see the defeat in his eyes anymore so I fixated on the slight tremble of his large hands. It was the only sign that he was far from calm. My father was best at concealing his emotions and thoughts so he’d give nothing away. In his line of work, the ability to master it meant life or death. No one had ever been able to read him except Mom and me. “I regret that the most. I just want you to know that.”

Should I remind him that he hasn’t beenthere for mesince Mom died? For months at a time, he pushed me away so he could chase riches. Or maybe it was the other way around…

“We still have a chance.”

He shook his head in defeat, so I closed my eyes to block the sight. My father had always been a man larger than life, but I was not seeing that man today.

The guards.

The walls surrounding him.

The bars that would imprison him.

It weakened him.

“No, baby girl. It’s over. It’s time I paid back what I’ve taken.”

“Why are you giving up? You can’t leave me!” He hung his head, and I could see the slight tremble of his shoulders. When he finally lifted his head, he seemed to have regained himself.

“I’m sorry I have to leave you, but I’m not sorry for what I’ve done.” His lack of remorse made me flinch, but he didn’t notice. “I’ll never be sorry for taking care of you the best way I could. I love you, Mian. Never doubt that.”

The shield I carried cracked. “Mom loved me too, but she left, and now you’re going away, too. I’ll be alone.”

“You won’t be alone. Your Aunt Gretchen and Uncle Ben will take care of you. They’re family.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. He wouldn’t listen if I reminded him of the truth. He’d assume it was my emotions speaking. My aunt and uncle were evil, vicious people who hated kids, hated me and hated my dad even more. They never approved of how my father made his money. They were God-fearing church folk who stayed true to their hypocritical faith.

Daddy may be a criminal, but he always took care of me, and he had loved Mom fiercely. “It won’t be the same,” I answered instead. I was never comfortable speaking badly about anyone—even if it were true.

He used his thumb to wipe away a tear. “You’re going to live a better life than I did, Mian. Your mother would be so proud of the young woman you’re becoming.”

“But who will read me a bedtime story?” I sniffled and hoped my attempt at a joke would win him over.

He chuckled and flashed the smile that used to make my mom sway on her feet, once upon a time. “Nice try, Mian. I haven’t read you a bedtime story since you were ten years old.”

Just before Mom died.

I was sixteen years old now, and despite his absence in my life for the last six years, my birthday was one day he refused to miss. A late breakfast visit to Tabitha’s Frozen Treats was our tradition that had remained unbroken. Until now.

We both shared the first laugh for either of us since he was arrested. My father had lived lawlessly since he was nineteen, but this time, he’d gotten caught.

“Daddy, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Why do they think you killed Uncle Art?”

Daddy killing my godfather should never have been a possibility. They had been best friends and partners for almost twenty-four years. I’ve even heard the story of how they met.

Daddy saved Uncle Art.

My father may not have been perfect, but he was loyal. Killing him didn’t make sense.

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