Helena Newbury

Helena Newbury – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:08 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Helena Newbury – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Heart of Rage Read Online Helena Newbury http://www.books2020.com/heart-of-rage-read-online-helena-newbury Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:08 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/heart-of-rage-read-online-helena-newbury Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia Authors: Helena Newbury Advertisement

Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)

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From New York Times bestselling author Helena Newbury, a standalone enemies-to-lovers Russian mafia romantic suspense packed with sizzling heat and heart-pounding tension. He's the most dangerous Bratva boss in Chicago. She's the FBI agent determined to bring him down...and the one woman who makes him weak.

Gennadiy Aristov. The dark heart of the Aristov mafia. Gorgeous, cruel and with a legendary temper, he leaves his enemies wrapped in chains at the bottom of Lake Michigan and his lovers heartbroken and a monster like him has no capacity to care, let alone love.

And me? I'm the thorn in his side, the FBI agent assigned to bring him down. Locked together in a battle of wills, he becomes my obsession...and the star of all my fantasies. He's the enemy, no different to the gangsters who killed my parents. So why am I starting to imagine those big, tattooed hands roaming all over my body? Why does he save me, when he should be trying to kill me? And why is he the only man who understands me?

Everything gets turned upside down when I stumble upon a conspiracy that goes to the heart of both the Bratva and the FBI. Framed and on the run, the only way to clear my name is to team up with my enemy. Now I'm deep in his world of luxury and danger...and falling for a man who's more complex than anyone knows. Can I help him defeat the demons that hold us apart...before enemies from our past destroy us both?

Standalone Russian Mafia romantic suspense with no cliffhanger and guaranteed HEA. Contains scenes that could be triggering for some see the copyright page for content advisory

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ALISON

It didn’t start with love. It started with hate.

I leaned hard into the corner, my knee an inch from the asphalt. The big motorcycle teetered on its wheels, a tenth of a degree from tipping and crushing me. At the very last second, I twisted the throttle and the bike roared like a bad-tempered bull and rocketed forward, trying to pull itself from between my legs. We swept around a delivery truck, so close I nearly cracked my head on its side mirror, and then we were speeding away up the street, slaloming between the slow-moving cars just for the hell of it.

It’s lucky that I don’t spend much on clothes or make-up or going out, because my bike drinks oil and demands a constant supply of eye-wateringly expensive spare parts. But it’s worth it. I have this...rage inside me, a toxic pressure that builds and builds. It powers me, non-stop: keep working, keep moving, keep pushing, and the only thing I’ve ever found that quiets it is this.

I leaned into the next corner, sliding around an SUV like an ice skater. I straightened up, glanced ahead to plan my next move, and⁠—

An icy hand grabbed my heart and crushed it so hard it couldn’t beat.

Further down the street, an army of firefighters was spraying water into a bright orange glow. Clouds of steam and smoke cloaked the building, but I knew what was there.

I cranked the throttle and accelerated, praying. Please no. Please let it be the one next door. Please! But as I neared the police barricades, my stomach dropped. The flames were shooting out from between beautiful, white stone pillars. No!

I slowed and pulled up beside a police cruiser. As soon as the cooling rush of the slipstream fell away, the June heat wrapped around me. Even at nearly eleven at night, it was stifling. I quickly unzipped my leather jacket, then stashed my helmet on my bike and ran towards the police Do Not Cross line. An officer raised his hand to stop me, then waved me through when I flashed him my FBI badge.

I found Mrs. McCullen by a fire truck, tear trails cutting lines through the soot on her face. A poster for this season’s play, Much Ado About Nothing, was on fire on one of the pillars, and the charred pieces were wafting down around her.

She turned to me and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t find any words. I threw my arms around her and hugged her close. Over the top of her snow-white hair, I watched the fire gut one of the most beautiful buildings in Chicago. The place was over a hundred years old, and everything, from the mosaic on the lobby floor to the amazing, vaulted ceilings, was original. But that wasn’t why my stomach was in a tight knot, seeing it on fire.

Mrs. McCullen runs the Chicago Community Theater, a non-profit that puts on plays with the help of volunteers, most of them from disadvantaged backgrounds. It’s a place where anyone can practice a talent or learn a skill, a supportive place where you can escape your problems a few nights a week. I’ve seen a former addict get and stay clean as she worked away sewing costumes. I’ve seen a broken, silent guy who lost his kid in a car crash finally come out of himself as he learned to dance for a part in West Side Story. All of that was being turned to ash. But that wasn’t what hurt the most, either.

Before it became the Community Theater, the building had been the Chicago School of Dance, run by my mom, and I’d been practically raised there. The memories rushed in: sitting on the cool stone floor of my mom’s office, coloring in a coloring book while she finished work; my dad lifting me up to hang tinsel in the main hall; standing at the barre doing my stretches when I was old enough to start ballet myself.

Then, when I was twelve, my whole life changed in a heartbeat. My parents were ripped from me and this building became the only shred of my past I had left. That’s why I’d always supported the Community Theater. I wanted the place to stay open, stay alive...and now it was gone forever. It felt like someone had reached down inside me and torn out part of my soul. Tears pricked at my eyes, and my breathing went tight.

A firefighter emerged from the building, coughing, and stumbled over to the fire chief. “No one inside,” he told the chief. “But you better get the arson team in here, I could smell the chemicals. Definitely deliberate.”

I was still hugging Mrs. McCullen, and I felt my body tense against hers. The rage inside me woke and expanded, heating to a fierce scarlet.

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Advertisement Frozen Heart Read Online Helena Newbury http://www.books2020.com/frozen-heart-read-online-helena-newbury Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:14:48 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/frozen-heart-read-online-helena-newbury Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Authors: Helena Newbury Advertisement

Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)

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Radimir Aristov marches into my struggling bookstore…and my life will never be the same again.

He’s utterly gorgeous. Completely ruthless. The Russian mafia boss everyone’s afraid of.

I shouldn’t be attracted to this man. But then he buys the building so my bookstore doesn’t have to close. Kills any man who touches me. And looks at me with a gaze that melts the clothes from my body. He growls in my ear that he’s a monster I should run from, but neither of us can resist. We give in for one crazy night….

Then I see too much and Radimir has to choose: kill me, or force a ring onto my finger.

Now I’m living in his penthouse and the calendar’s counting down the days to our wedding. I start to see a side of him no one else does. This monster has a heart…and I’m falling for him.

Now we’re trapped in a web of lies with his enemies closing in. No one thinks a curvy, bookish woman like me can survive in the brutal world of the Bratva. But I’ve been underestimated my entire life. I’ll do whatever it takes, become the mafia queen he needs me to be. This is my story and I’m fighting for my happy-ever-after.

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BRONWYN

I still remember the exact moment Radimir Aristov marched into my bookstore. I had no idea who he was. What he was. Or that, eight weeks later, we’d be married.

I just sold him a book. And then everything just kind of...spun out of control.

It was past seven in the evening and outside the store’s big glass windows a blizzard was raging. A real Midwest special, the kind you only really get in Chicago, where the wind screeching between the buildings makes your ears ache, the cold slices straight through your clothes and the snow forms deep, crunchy drifts that soak the ankles of your jeans.

But inside All You Need Is Books it was warm and snug. I cannot let it get cold because cold means damp, and damp turns books into swollen, misshapen monsters no one wants to buy. That’s my excuse for running the heating full blast, despite the bills...and okay, yes, also I hate being cold. And my customers appreciated it, as they quietly wandered the aisles, reading blurbs and piling up books to bring to the register.

It’s not a big store. And if you look too closely at where the vanilla-milkshake walls meet the sky-blue ceiling, you’ll see the edges are messy because I was balancing on a stepladder to paint it. But it’s mine.

I looked around and smiled to myself. I was beyond exhausted: the store was losing money, so I’d started opening for twelve hours a day, eight till eight. Sometimes, my best friend Jen works a shift to help out but today I’d been on my own the whole time. Between serving customers, I’d sorted and shelved new stock, swept and tidied and fixed a leaking pipe that could have turned the romance section into papier mâché. I still needed to make a costume for the kid’s story time session I’d organized and bundle up some books for a local reading charity. I’d been on my feet all day and my joints had thrown a hissy fit: it felt like someone had poured burning hot sand into my knees and ankles. But in calm, quiet moments like this, when I could look around at all the readers engrossed in their new read, or hunting for their next one, it was worth it.

Then the door opened, and my life changed forever.

The howl of the wind shattered the silence. Freezing air flooded the store, making people shiver and curse and sending snowflakes all the way to the Biographies section in the back. Everyone looked up.

A man was standing in the doorway, scowling. His eyes flicked over the wooden shelves, the books, the people, and his jaw tightened in suspicion. The wind was shrieking around him so fiercely it made me hunch my shoulders in sympathy, but the cold didn’t seem to bother him. It was our strange world of warmth and comfort that he didn’t trust.

He stepped into the light, and I got my first good look at him. Big, well over six feet, with shoulders that almost brushed the doorframe and a broad, hulking chest. He had the build of a firefighter, but he was wearing a three-piece suit and an overcoat, like he’d come from a board meeting. He was looking down, dusting snow from his waistcoat, so all I could see was soft curls of glossy black hair. Then he looked up and⁠—

Oh God, he was gorgeous. People talk about classic looks, and suddenly I knew what they meant: he was like a statue of some ancient leader brought to life. He had high, sculpted cheekbones that made me think of somewhere distant and cold: I could imagine him standing on a frozen battlefield, commanding thousands of troops. That hard, dispassionate upper lip: that was made for snapping out orders. And that soft, sensuous lower one...that was made for kissing willful barbarian queens into submission.

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Advertisement Capture Me Read Online Helena Newbury http://www.books2020.com/capture-me-read-online-helena-newbury Mon, 09 Oct 2023 12:39:55 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/capture-me-read-online-helena-newbury Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Suspense Authors: Helena Newbury Advertisement

Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)

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“I’m bringing you in...even if I have to hogtie you and toss you over my shoulder.”

I’m six-foot-four of tattooed bounty hunter: wrangling prisoners is what I do. But I never had to deal with a gorgeous female spy with curves that don’t quit and a PhD in pushing my buttons. The rest of my team warn me that she’ll try to lie and flirt her way to freedom. I’m determined not to fall for it...not to fall for *her.*

But when the two of us wind up stranded far from civilization, it’s up to me to transport her on foot through thick, untamed forest. And with each time she escapes and I have to chase her, with each time we tussle and I pin her down, with each time she pouts and I growl threats in her ear, the attraction builds. She teases so hard, I swear she *wants* me to take her over my knee.

When things go wrong, we’re forced to go from fighting each other to fighting side by side. I begin to glimpse the broken heart she hides...and start to wonder if she’s really the enemy. If her story is true then something terrible is coming...and she’s the only one who can stop it. Can I trust a woman who lies for a living? Are her feelings for me real, or just an elaborate ruse? I’m going to have to decide because there’s only one way to help her: go on the run with her. It’ll split the team I love apart. I’ll be a fugitive hunted by my closest friends. But I’ve fallen for this woman and I’ll do anything to protect her.

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PROLOGUE

I fell for Tanya before I ever met her.

I fell for her before we talked, before the sweet whispers in that accent and the taunts that made me want to spank her ass and rip her goddamn clothes off all at the same time.

I fell for her before we fought, before I wrestled her to the ground and felt those soft curves against me, before I hogtied her and tossed her over my shoulder.

I fell for her when there was still eight hours and a thousand miles between us, when all I had to go on was one scowling, black and white photo.

Tanya was my mission. My target. My prisoner.

But long before I captured her, she captured me.

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COLTON

I’d spent the last year building a life in the small town of Mount Mercy: a job I loved, buddies I could count on...true, I didn’t have a woman I’d buy flowers for, as my momma used to say, but I’d had plenty of one-night stands with women from Koenig’s Bar who got all hot for beards and tattoos, and damn well soaked their panties when I told them I had plenty of handcuffs and ropes and knew how to use them. And anyway, I had a bear, and a truck that ran...mostly. What else do you need?

I had everything squared away. And Tanya was about to upend it like a burglar tipping out a dresser drawer.

The day started out great. The air was so clear, I could look out over the mountains and see halfway across Colorado and it was warm, for September, the sun baking my bare arms. It wasn’t even eight in the morning yet and I was about to turn in the prisoner I’d bounty-hunted. I figured that earned me a cup of coffee from the little café on Main Street.

Heads turned as I wrestled the guy out of my truck. Haywood Lyce was a mean SOB, a six-foot biker who’d stabbed his girlfriend and then skipped bail and fled to Vegas. But then they don’t call me when it’s an office nerd who’s stolen a stapler. I got his arm up behind his back and marched him across the street towards the police station. Doctor Kitner was coming the other way. She’s some sort of scientist from Hanagan’s Hope, the tiny little community downriver of Mount Mercy. She’s a timid mouse of a woman with gold-rimmed glasses: kind of adorable, if you like that type. She balked when she saw my prisoner. Or maybe it was me she balked at: with my beard, tattoos and band t-shirt with the sleeves torn off, I look like a biker, too.

“What are you lookin’ at, bitch?” Lyce spat.

Doc Kitner flinched and stumbled back a step. And I saw red. I jerked Lyce to a stop and then hauled his arm up between his shoulder blades, just like I used to do with drunk soldiers when I was Military Police. “Apologize to the lady!”

Lyce scowled and then leered at her. I notched his arm higher, until his fingers brushed his hair. “Ow! OW! Jesus, okay, I’m sorry!”

With a respectful nod to the doctor, I marched him the rest of the way across the street, into the police station and into a waiting cell. “I didn’t even do it!” he yelled as I slammed the door. “I didn’t stab her!”

The officer on duty, an old guy named Earl, glanced up at me as he signed off on the paperwork. “You think he did it?”

After twenty hours sharing a truck with Lyce, I knew him well enough that I was pretty sure he did do it, and probably much more. But it didn’t matter. “I don’t care who’s innocent and who’s guilty,” I told Earl. “I just bring ‘em in.”

I strolled out into the sunshine and grinned, already turning towards the café. But at that second, my phone rang. It was JD, the big Texan who leads Stormfinch Security, the private military outfit I work for. “Can you come in?” he asked. “A job just came up and it’s right up your street.”

Coffee would have to wait. “On my way, boss.”

We call our place The Factory, because that’s what it used to be. It was derelict when we bought it, with holes in the roof: I still remember sitting on crates for our first briefing. Now, there’s a proper briefing room with a big, polished table and a big screen TV. JD was sitting at the head of the table, nursing a cup of coffee, but other than him it looked like I was the first to arrive. He nodded as I walked in. “Thanks for getting here so fast.”

I gave him a solemn nod. Even if I’d been in the middle of a bounty-hunting job, I’d have dropped it in a heartbeat. Everything stops for Stormfinch. “Cody ready for the start of school?” I asked. Cody is JD’s girlfriend’s son and next week he’d be starting at the little school in Mount Mercy. We’d all helped rescue the kid in New York and we were all a little protective of him.

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Advertisement Guarded Read Online Helena Newbury http://www.books2020.com/guarded-read-online-helena-newbury Sun, 11 Jun 2023 19:41:55 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/guarded-read-online-helena-newbury Genre: Alpha Male, Suspense Authors: Helena Newbury Advertisement

Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)

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From the author of Saving Liberty comes a scorching, standalone romantic suspense packed full of emotion. He’s a grumpy Texan bodyguard who lost everything he cared about. She’s the single mom who melts his frozen heart. She and her son might just be his shot at a second chance...if he can keep them alive.

I swore I’d never love again. After my wife and son were torn from me. I threw myself into my job as the leader of a private military team and pushed everyone away.

But while on vacation in Mexico, I see an armed gang trying to drag a woman and child from their car and run to help. The woman I rescue is Lorna, a shy single mom with curves that don’t quit and the most amazing gray eyes I’ve ever seen. We have nothing in she’s a sophisticated New Yorker trying to raise a son on her own. I’m a big, stubborn, former Delta operator from Texas. But the attraction is red-hot and intoxicating. All I want to do is run my hands over those curves, pull her to me and kiss her hard. But she and her son remind me too much of the family I lost. As soon as I’ve got them to safety, I force myself to walk away.

But the danger isn’t over. When Lorna returns to New York, someone tries to kill her, and when she asks me to be her bodyguard, I can’t say no. Now this grumpy cowboy has to put on a suit, move into her New York penthouse, and try to fit into her fast-paced, glossy life. I need to keep my distance...but how can I, when I have to be right by her side? As I begin to fall for her and bond with her son, I want a future together...but that means letting go of my past. And all the time, the danger is mounting. The assassin is closing in, and even my whole team might not be enough to stop him.

Standalone romantic suspense with no cliffhanger and guaranteed HEA

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LORNA

Nobody had ever tried to kill me before.

I’m not pretty, so there are no jealous lovers. I’m not famous, so there are no crazy fans. I’m not important or politically connected.

I’m a single mom. I’m an architect. I’m nobody.

But that day in April, someone wanted me dead, and they were rushing towards me at eighty miles an hour.

It was late afternoon and I was sitting in the back of an SUV as it sped through Mexico City. I don’t travel much. Normally, I stay safely huddled behind my drawing board in New York but for this set of meetings, the client had wanted the architect there.

They’d probably expected me to be like my dad, the CEO, with his sharp suits and expert charm. Or my brother, my dad’s right-hand man, with his good looks and cocky grin. But I’m…not like that. I’m all pale, soft curves where I should be toned and tight. Instead of their gorgeous chestnut hair, I have an untamable mass of black tresses. And instead of their easy confidence, I panic and clam up when asked to speak to a room full of people.

For three days, I’d ummed and mumbled through explanations of the blueprints. All the other women in the room had been ten years younger, lip-glossed, and sleekly efficient, and I’d felt dumpy and ridiculous. But finally, it was over: we won the contract to build the new airport and now I could go back to my safe little world of plans, calculations…and being a mom.

I turned and looked at Cody, my son. He’d dozed off, head thrown back and softly snoring, and it was a rare opportunity to look at him dotingly without him squirming and moaning Mommm! He’d inherited my dad’s strong jaw and perfect, straight nose, and at nine, he already looked like a mini version of my older brother, Miles. Miles had broken the hearts of every high-society woman on the Upper East Side and once Cody hit high school, I foresaw a lot of weeping teenage girls in his future.

I felt a pang of guilt as I watched him sleep. He was such a great kid, and he’d been so patient, these last few days. But now the meetings were done and I was officially on vacation. I grinned. Cody, my dad, and I were going to stay with Miguel, a wealthy friend of my dad’s who lived south of the city. For the next week, it was going to be nothing but lazing by the pool, ping-pong matches, and ice cream.

It was Miguel who’d sent the two SUVs to pick us up: my dad was in the other one, up ahead, no doubt with paperwork spread out over the back seat and his phone pressed to his ear. Hopefully, I’d be able to persuade him to switch off from work, too.

I glanced out of the tinted window. We were speeding through the older part of the city, past little bars and stores. People were fanning themselves with their hats: it was hot for April, pushing ninety. But in the car, everything was cool and comfortable. I stifled a yawn and settled back into the soft leather seat. Maybe I’d have a little doze, too, while we—

There was a bang so loud my eardrums ached. My head jerked up and I saw my dad’s SUV being rammed sideways by a pickup truck.

Our driver slammed on the brakes but it was too late. I had time to throw a protective arm across Cody and then our SUV smashed into the side of the pickup truck. Cody and I shot forward and our heads came within a half-inch of hitting the seats in front before our seatbelts jerked us to a stop.

I slowly sat back, panting in shock. Cody! I checked him: he was white-faced and shaken but okay. The whole front of the car had crumpled and our driver was slumped over the airbag, unmoving.

I craned forward, my chest contracting in fear, to look at my dad’s SUV. One side was caved in and with the tinted windows, I couldn’t see if anyone was moving inside.

I had to get over there and see if he was okay. I put my hand on the door release—

That’s when I saw the men running towards us, guns in their hands and ski masks over their faces.

Oh Jesus. This wasn’t an accident.

They were coming towards our car. “Lock the doors!” I yelled. But our driver didn’t respond. Either he was dead or unconscious.

“Mom?” Cody’s voice quivered. He’d seen the men, too.

I hit my seat belt release, dived forward between the seats, and craned around the driver, frantically searching for the central locking button. Where is it? Where is it?!

Just as the men reached the car, I saw a button with a padlock icon and stabbed it. There was a low clunk. One of the men pulled at the door handle and cursed. He glared at me through the window and pointed savagely to the door. Unlock it!

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Advertisement No Angel Read Online Helena Newbury http://www.books2020.com/no-angel-read-online-helena-newbury Wed, 19 Oct 2022 22:42:40 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/no-angel-read-online-helena-newbury Genre: Contemporary, Suspense Authors: Helena Newbury Advertisement

Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)

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Once he was a Marine. Now he's the world's most notorious thief. But when the woman he's fallen for is kidnapped, this charismatic criminal must become a hero again. Buckle up for the new scorching, standalone romantic suspense from NYT bestselling author Helena Newbury.

Gabriel Kain. Sinfully gorgeous and ferociously smart. Once a Marine, he's now the world's most notorious thief. From the second he's brought into the prison infirmary as my patient, the attraction is off the charts. He's like no man I've ever met: hypnotic and masterful, he sees through all my defenses and his growly, teasing voice leaves me a weak-kneed mess. But he's a prisoner: one kiss and I'll lose my job. When I see his Marines tattoo, he tells me he's no hero. But the closer we get, the more I'm sure there's good in him.

Months later, while doing charity work in Ecuador, I'm captured by a drug cartel. With the government unable to help and time running out, all seems lost. But help comes from a guardian angel I never expected. Gabriel cuts a deal with the authorities, assembles a ragtag team of former military badasses and risks his life to come and rescue me. Deep in the rainforest, our feelings build and build and those molten hazel eyes burn the clothes right off my body. Can I let myself fall for a criminal? And when the mission goes wrong, will Gabriel be the cold-hearted thief he claims, or the hero I know he can be?

Standalone romantic suspense, guaranteed HEA, no cheating

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OLIVIA

Gabriel Kain. A man so wicked, so tempting, so damn seductive, he’d give Lucifer himself a run for his money. Appropriate, then, that I’d meet him in hell.

We were in a heatwave and in south-east Arizona, that meant the temperature was pushing a hundred and twenty. Through the window of the infirmary, I could see the heat haze shimmer over the parking lot. It was noon and by now, the asphalt would be softening and the cars would burn your fingers if you touched exposed metal. But inside, it was much, much worse.

The concrete buildings of the prison soaked up the heat and trapped it. My infirmary had air conditioning but the cells didn’t, and the air there became as thick and heavy as soup. Over a thousand men, all maximum-security prisoners, panted and cursed as they struggled to breathe. And as the temperature rose, tempers frayed. There’d been four serious fights so far that week.

The door buzzer sounded and I hurried over and thumbed the intercom. “Yes?”

It was one of the guards, Louis. A lot of the guards in this place are thugs, but Louis is a sweet old guy in his fifties. “Got two injured for you, Doc,” he told me. “One’s not too bad, one’s got a knife wound.”

“Bring ‘em in.” I unlocked the door and ran to get supplies while Louis and the other guards hustled the two prisoners onto gurneys in separate exam areas. Whatever the two of them had been fighting about, we didn’t want it to restart here.

I gave the first patient a quick look: a split lip, a cut above his eye: he’d live. “Check him over,” I told my nurse, Alicia. “I’ll take the other one.”

As I started towards the other exam area, Louis blocked my path. “Uh, before you go in there…just be careful with him, okay?”

I tensed. “Is he violent?

“No…”

“Grabby?”

“No, he’s…” Louis sighed. “It’s Gabriel Kain.”

I frowned. I didn’t know the name but then I’d only been at the prison a few months. Who?

Louis shook his head and stepped out of the way. His expression said, you’ll find out.

I pulled back the curtain.

There's something that happens to all men in prison, a cold fog of despair that settles into their bones and leaves them hunched and fearful. It hadn’t happened to this man. He was grinning, proud. He wore his orange prison jumpsuit like it was a thousand-dollar Armani. He didn’t lie on the gurney, he lounged on it like a billionaire in a VIP terminal waiting for his private jet.

He’d been chatting away to one of the guards but, as the curtain opened, he turned and looked me in the eye and—

I was looking right into bad.

Pure. Unadulterated. Wickedness.

His eyes were the richest, warmest hazel I’d ever seen. But it wasn’t the color that made them so hypnotizing. It was the way they glittered. I could feel the intelligence working away behind those eyes, a tireless, efficient machine. He was assessing everything: the guards, the room, me…he wasn’t just planning, he was three, four, five steps ahead. I could actually feel the schemes forming as he gazed at me. Looking into his eyes felt like falling: I plummeted headlong into those rich hazel depths until I was so deep I was helpless. And what shocked me was that part of me didn’t want to escape because…

Gabriel Kain was absolutely, completely, blink-twice-and-curse-under-your-breath gorgeous.

A lot of the prisoners kept their hair shaved short, so it couldn’t be grabbed in a fight, but Gabriel had let his hair grow into soft black curls, as if he wasn’t scared of anyone. A couple of curls had fallen forward to kiss his forehead. He had his head tipped slightly forward and those glittering hazel eyes were gazing at me from behind those dark locks. I had a sudden, crazy urge to reach forward and brush them back, like a bird daring to groom a lion.

He was a little older than me: mid-thirties, at a guess. His jaw was ruggedly, brutally hard, and as I watched, he lifted a hand and stroked his chin with his thumb as if in thought. He hadn’t shaved for a few days, and I stared at his dark stubble as his thumb rasped across it, self-consciously imagining how it would feel against my cheek.

His lips twisted into a smile and suddenly, I couldn’t look away from them. A pouting lower lip to tempt you in and make you part your lips in expectation. Then a hard upper lip to take control of the kiss and just freaking own you.

Scoundrel. A weirdly old-fashioned word, but it’s the one that leapt into my head. Gabriel had a scoundrel's lips. Lips made for stealing kisses.

I mentally shook myself. He’s an inmate. But the thought was muffled, like I was hearing it from three rooms away. He’s injured. You’re meant to be examining him.

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Advertisement Deep Woods Read Online Helena Newbury http://www.books2020.com/deep-woods-read-online-helena-newbury Sun, 10 Jan 2021 20:27:31 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/deep-woods-read-online-helena-newbury Genre: Romance, Suspense, Thriller Authors: Helena Newbury Advertisement

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I was barefoot, sobbing, running for my life. But the men hunting me made one mistake: they chased me into his woods. Cal Whittaker. Big, gruff and gorgeous, he’s made his home in the heart of the forest and has barely spoken to another person in six years. He deals with the men chasing me with a brutal efficiency that hints at a dark past. I should be scared...but when I look into his eyes, I feel a soul-deep longing I can’t explain. And the way he looks at me, like he just wants to push me up against a tree and tear my clothes off... He offers me shelter on his smallholding. I’m used to the big city but I’ll have to learn a whole new way of life: a cow for milk, a wood stove for warmth and no one but the two of us for miles in any direction. I learn that Cal’s carrying a guilt that won’t let him get close to anyone...but neither of us can fight the attraction and in his tiny cabin, it’s impossible to keep our distance. Even in the forest, though, we may not be safe. My escape has threatened a conspiracy so vast, so evil, that the men behind it won’t stop until they’ve silenced us. They know where we are. And they’re coming
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Prologue

THIS IS A STORY about people.

It’s about a smoking hot guy called Cal, a guy so big and intimidating, so much part of the forest that they nicknamed him Bigfoot. A guy who turned out to be the most loving, most protective guy in the world. And it’s about me, Bethany, a very normal, pale, curvy girl who never thought she’d leave the city, or even why she’d want to.

But this is also a story about people and what happens when they’re treated like a commodity. And it’s about the huge, wild places where there are no people, where you can walk and walk and never see another living soul, where you can be totally alone with the person you love.

We need to start at the beginning, though. And before the stars and the sunrises and the rivers, before campfires crackling and a cow nuzzling my palm and being carried in Cal’s strong arms and before I was running barefoot through the forest, terrified for my life...I met Rufus.

This is a story about people, but it begins with a dog.

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Bethany

IF I HADN’T been moving slowly, I’d never have heard him. A shift had just ended and most people were running through the cold March rain to their cars. I was left far behind as I trudged across the parking lot, exhausted. I’d just pulled a double shift and my neck and back were in agony from hunching over my computer, my ears ringing from twenty-four hours of being yelled at. Everything seemed gray. Slate-gray sky overhead, newspaper-gray buildings all around me...even the fumes from the factory next door smelled gray: a bland chemical tang that got inside your nostrils and blocked out anything pleasant. All I wanted to do was get home and cocoon myself in bed with a movie—

I froze. What was that?

There’d been a sound. Faint, almost covered by the hissing rain. But it resonated deep in my chest, waking a chain of instincts and setting them ringing like silvery bells. My mom had had those same instincts, and her mom before her. None of us could ignore them.

It was the sound of someone in pain.

I looked around. Everyone else was getting into their cars. The next shift were already inside. I was the only one who’d heard it.

The sound again: high and ragged, a kind of wail. I moved slowly towards it. In the alley between two buildings, I could just barely make out a dark shape on the ground. A drunk, passed out? Or was it a trap, was the guy going to leap up and grab me when I got close? I looked back at the parking lot and cursed. Everyone else was driving away.

I took a tentative step into the alley. I could hear him breathing, now. Slow. Labored. And there was something off about it: each out-breath was a throaty rasp.

I took another step and the shape twisted and lunged, teeth snapping. I screamed and jumped back, going down on my ass on the soaked concrete.

I dug out my phone and switched on the flashlight. Tan fur and a shining black nose. Big brown eyes. A dog. It was stretched out on its side, but it had twisted and raised its head to snap at me. I traced the light over its tall, silky ears and the black patch that covered its back. A German Shepherd, almost as big as me.

We stared at each other. The dog gave a warning growl, a rumble that made my insides turn to water. Stay back. But as I retreated down the alley, the growl became a whimper.

I lifted my phone higher and traced it over the dog again, lighting up the rest of it. Metal strands gleamed bright, tangled around two of the dog’s legs. Barbed wire. The ugly little spikes had sunk into its flesh and the more it struggled, the more it hurt itself.

That feeling in my chest again, the one I couldn’t ignore. I needed to help it but as soon as I inched forward, it barked, loud enough to make my ears ring. I froze, my heart hammering. I’d gotten a glimpse of its teeth, this time, teeth designed to rip and tear flesh. It was only aggressive because it was scared, but it could still injure me. Maybe even kill me if it went for my throat.

I had no idea what to do. I’d never been around a dog before, at least not a big one. The only ones I saw around my apartment building were tiny little pugs. “It’s okay,” I told the dog. I crawled forward and, on instinct, I held out my hand.

The dog stared at it and then sniffed suspiciously, its nose twitching. It growled again, but less certainly.

I crawled closer, one inch at a time, hand still extended. The dog tensed, ready to attack. I could see the muscles coiling under its coat. “It’s okay,” I said in a strangled voice.

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Advertisement The Double Read Online Helena Newbury http://www.books2020.com/the-double-read-online-helena-newbury Mon, 23 Oct 2017 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/the-double-read-online-helena-newbury Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Crime, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Authors: Helena Newbury Advertisement

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He’s not a criminal, he’s the criminal. Ruthless and gorgeous, he rules half of New York. Everyone knows his name: Konstantin. I’m the exact opposite. As an FBI surveillance specialist, my job is to be invisible and that suits me just fine. I spend my life watching Konstantin, and he’s never once seen the shy girl taking photos from across the street. But when Konstantin’s beautiful but evil “companion,” Christina, is injured in a car crash, we get a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Plastic surgery can make me look just like her: I can take her place at Konstantin’s side and learn every secret he’s got. I must learn to mimic her exactly, from the way she walks to the sounds she makes in bed. Because if he suspects for one instant that I’m not her...he’ll kill me. I soon discover that there’s more to Konstantin than anyone knows. That cold exterior hides a lifetime of pain and a deep, scorching need that takes my breath away. As our feelings spin out of control and my loyalties are tested, I need to know: is he falling for me...or the woman I’m impersonating? I was sent to destroy him but I might be the only one who can save him. And the love I was told to fake might just be real.
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Hailey

I FELL for Konstantin Gulyev long before I ever met him.

That hard, tan jaw with its perfect shadow of black stubble was etched into my mind from staring at it day after day. I spent so much time looking at his lips, the top one hard and stern, the lower one soft and sulkily pouting, that I knew what they’d feel like brushing against mine. I knew him so well, I could tell you whether the shirt he was wearing came from his tailor in Russia or his tailor in New York, from the way the snow-white fabric stretched over the broad slabs of his chest.

There are other crime bosses in New York. Even a few other Russian ones. But none are as notorious, none have produced as many myths and legends as him. They say he takes three women to bed each night. They say he kills his enemies with his bare hands. They say his mansion has a vault stocked floor-to-ceiling with gold, and the government doesn’t dare try to arrest him because he has so much money he could crash the economy…

That last one, at least, isn’t true. I know because I’m on the FBI team assigned to bring Konstantin down, and we are trying. We’re just failing. His organization is huge and unimaginably strong, protected by guns and bribed officials and encryption. He’s untouchable and he knows it.

Watching him was my job. It had become my obsession.

As his limo entered the deserted construction site, I was a tiny speck in the distance, perched in the darkened window of an abandoned building over half a mile away. But the camera’s long lens brought me close enough that I could see the rivets on the limo’s license plate as it prowled across the muddy, churned-up ground, the tattoos on the bodyguard’s hand as he opened the limo door. And then I was looking at him. Konstantin.

He was impeccably dressed as always but he didn’t even glance down as his Italian leather shoes were ruined by the mud. He ignored the rain that hissed from the slate-gray sky and soaked his hair. With his coat billowing out behind him like the devil’s black wings, he marched over to where the other man cowered beneath an umbrella. He stopped so close, and he was so tall, that the other man had to look up into the rain to keep eye contact, blinking and spluttering, his face bone-white with fear. I held down the camera’s shutter button, taking a flurry of shots.

Everyone is scared of Konstantin Gulyev, from the small-time crooks at the bottom to the white-collar crooks at the top. You don’t run for mayor in this city unless Konstantin says so. Rumor is, you don’t run for senator.

Smuggling. Gambling. Guns. Protection. Billion dollar construction contracts obtained through bribes. He’s not a criminal, he’s the criminal.

And we—the FBI—can’t prove any of it. That’s why I’ve been watching hfim for two years.

And at some point, during that time... I started to get obsessed.

It might have started when I was listening to his phone calls, every long r and hard k of his Russian accent earthquaking down my spine to pool in my groin. Or when I was in a building across the street, a telephoto lens bringing that brutally handsome face so close, it felt like I could reach out and press my cheek against his dark stubble. It might have been the time I was in the next hotel room, my palm pressed to the wall, feeling the vibrations as he fucked his girlfriend up against the wall, his muscled body slamming into her no more than a foot from me.

He’s pure bad, given human form. And he’s not just my enemy, he’s my nemesis. I’ve run surveillance on plenty of criminals and Konstantin is the only one I haven’t been able to bring down. I should hate him. But….

But there’s something about his raw, dark power that pulls me in and holds me. He terrifies me and yet I can’t look away. I knew that, if we ever actually met, he’d utterly destroy me. But he’s as hypnotic as a tornado, as tempting as a cliff edge.

He looked up.

I froze.

I knew that he couldn’t see me. I was dressed in black, my camera was painted a dull gray, and I was deep in the shadows, up on the tenth floor of an abandoned building. But none of that mattered, not with him staring right at me.

Konstantin’s eyes are like no one else’s. At first, you think they’re utterly devoid of color, a pale gray that puts me in mind of a winter sky about to unleash a truly biblical ice storm. But if you look long enough, if you really concentrate, there’s the faintest hint of blue there. Just enough blue to give you some sort of forlorn hope. Just before he crushes it completely.

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Advertisement Mount Mercy Read Online Helena Newbury http://www.books2020.com/mount-mercy-read-online-helena-newbury Tue, 29 Aug 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/mount-mercy-read-online-helena-newbury Genre: Action, Crime, Romance, Suspense, Thriller Authors: Helena Newbury Advertisement

Total pages in book: 95
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Mount Mercy
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Doctor Dominic Corrigan. He’s tattooed, cocky and gorgeous, with bullet scars from working in war zones. I’m a geeky surgeon who hides away in the quiet of her operating theater. We couldn’t be more different but from the second we meet, he pursues me...and when I look into those blue eyes, I’m lost. But I know his reputation and I’m determined not to be his next one-night stand. Then disaster strikes our small town...and the two of us become our patients’ only hope. Suddenly, I’m thrown into the chaos of an ER stretched to breaking point. We need to work together but the closer we get, the harder it is to resist. We’re one look, one touch away from tearing each other’s clothes off. I start to see the pain he hides behind that cocky exterior. What happened to this man, and can I help him break free of his past? And our problems are only just beginning. A criminal gang means to take advantage of the chaos...and the hospital, and everyone I care about, are right in their sights.
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Amy

SOMETIMES, I wonder: what if I’d never left the operating theater? I could have stayed safe. Stayed warm. But I’d never have met Doctor Dominic Corrigan. I’d never have fallen headfirst into those blue Irish eyes. I’d never have known what it took to love a man like him, or what it was like to be loved by one.

And we’d be dead. We’d all be dead.

On the morning I met him, I was in the zone. The hospital, the operating theater... all of it had melted away and I was only aware of the soft violins of Bach’s double concerto, the reassuring weight of the scalpel in my hand and the steady rhythm of the patient’s heart. When I spoke, even my voice was a little slow and dreamy. “You can tell Mrs. Barlow her husband’s going to be okay.” I began to close up the incision. “Good job, everyone.”

Krista, my head nurse, grabbed the phone and passed on the good news. She’d barely put it down, and I’d only just finished suturing, when it rang again. “They want you downstairs for a consult,” she told me.

Downstairs. I came out of the zone in a split second. I kept my voice calm, but my stomach was already knotting. “Ask Patel to do it.”

“He’s in the middle of a heart bypass,” said Krista apologetically.

I pulled off my surgical mask. “Weisler, then.” Now my voice was pleading.

“He’s working on a head injury. Some teenager came off her dirt bike.”

That only left me. I had to go down there. I nodded and walked out into the hallway. When I hit the elevator button for 1, Emergency Room, my chest went tight.

Surgery, where I manage to hide most of the time, is on the very top floor of the Mount Mercy hospital, furthest from the outside world. It’s a secure little burrow: no one comes up there unless they’re scheduled for a procedure. The ER? That’s the polar opposite. It’s where hundreds of strangers pour in every day. I could hear it before the elevator even reached the first floor. Yells and screams and running footsteps. Shouts and pleas and anger and above all, people.

I don’t do so well with people.

When the doors rumbled open, I caught my breath and took an unconscious step back. Gurneys rattling past, nurses running back and forth with supplies, the ear-splitting whistle of defibrillator paddles rising in charge and the dull thud as they fired. A babble of voices: doctors and patients and relatives and cops, all demanding answers, now, this instant. Surgery is about planning and precision, sometimes hurried but never panicked. The ER is one continuous panic. You want to know what it’s like? Get four or five mechanics, huddle them around a freshly-wrecked car and then push the whole thing out of a plane and tell them they have to get it working again before it hits the ground.

The doctors in the ER cursed and bitched and joked and somehow it worked, they formed a noisy, close-knit team, like a rowdy group of football jocks who win every game. They communicated non-stop. I’m painfully shy. They made split-second decisions. I’m all about thinking things through. They were heroes who lived for the adrenaline rush. Confident, grinning lions, hungry for the next patient.

I’m more of a dormouse. My dad once told me, people like us do better in a lab. And he was right: I’m a scientist who somehow landed in a hospital. I thrive on order and the ER was chaos. I really, really didn’t want to go out there.

And then I saw him, across the room: the case I’d been called downstairs for. A biker in a sleeveless leather jacket lay on a gurney, a knife buried in his chest right up to the hilt. Definitely a surgical case. My mind was instantly spinning with a diagram of the man’s anatomy, visualizing all the damage the blade would have done. We had to get him upstairs now.

Except... an ER doc, a big guy I didn’t recognize, was leaning over the man. He’d just finished re-inflating the man’s lung—so far, so good—but now he was preparing to do the worst thing possible: pull out the knife.

I felt my eyes bug out. I darted out of the elevator and right into my own personal hell. “Stop!” I yelled. But my voice is moderated for the quiet calm of the OR. I was a mouse squeaking next to a busy freeway.

And crossing the ER felt like scuttling across that freeway. I’m not that small, about 5’5”, but everything felt huge and fast and loud. Carts and gurneys racing across my path, cops tussling with drunks, nurses running between patients... all the people who belonged down there and then me, trying to thread my way between them.

I’m used to people not noticing me. It’s deliberate. I tend to... hide. But it means no one moves aside for me. And as I struggled and dodged, I could see the doctor flexing his arms, preparing to pull the knife…. “Stop!” But just as I yelled, paramedics burst through the doors with another patient, drowning me out.

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