Jillian Quinn

Jillian Quinn – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:17:25 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Jillian Quinn – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Players Love Hard (Campus Players #5) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/players-love-hard-campus-players-5-read-online-jillian-quinn Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:17:25 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/players-love-hard-campus-players-5-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Campus Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)

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To keep her, he needs to step up his game…

After a bad breakup, I’m not looking for another relationship.
I’d rather drown my sorrows in beer, hockey, and video games.

And that’s how I end up kissing my only female friend.

Shannon is the perfect escape from my past. But after a few drinks, one hot kiss leads to another, and before I know it, I’m breaking my no-dating rules. Shannon is smart and determined, a sexy baker who gives me a sweet tooth.

But when my past crashes into our future, we need more than chemistry to stay together

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Chapter One

Jamie

Every story has a villain. Mine is staring at me from across the room. All it takes is one look from her, and my pulse races. Cecelia Carmichael, my ex-girlfriend, stands one booth over from mine with her father, the chairman of 10X Games. Kevin Carmichael is all fake smiles reserved for the public, busy showing off his brilliant daughter to his business partners along with his latest technology.

Cece, as I’ve known her since we were kids, isn’t only beautiful and rich, she’s one of the smartest people I know. I haven’t stopped staring at her since we set up our booth for the Gamer Nation Convention in Las Vegas. Just knowing she’s here is enough of a distraction. And that’s what she wants—to distract me. Because she only cares about advancing her career as a video game developer and taking over her father’s company. I was nothing more than a subplot in her story, a detour on her way to the next big thing.

“I need you focused, J,” my dad says, tugging on my arm. “This launch is important.”

I peel my eyes away from Cece to look at my dad. He’s nervous about the unveiling of Mage Wars, his latest game in The Fallen Universe he created before I was born. My dad is like a god in this world. He has fans around the world who wait impatiently for each release of the role-playing game.

“I know. Don’t worry.” I pat my dad on the shoulder. “I got it covered.”

He flashes a closed-mouth smile that looks forced. “I hope so. Any time you go anywhere near Cecelia, you can’t function.”

I laugh so hard I snort. “Not even close.”

Dad’s eyes travel from Cece back to me. “You look at her the way I look at your mother, except your mom looks back at me the same way. Cecelia only sees you as an opportunity, as someone to use. Don’t let her get in your head, Jamie.”

He’s not entirely off base. When Cece broke up with me three years ago, I never saw it coming. I was so in love with her that I was blind to all the signs. They say you never forget your first love, and I’ll never forget Cece. Ever since she crushed me, I haven’t given another woman a chance. No one compares to Cece. She gets me to the very core of my soul. Or at least I thought she did. I thought we had an impenetrable connection.

“She’s your Gwen Stacy,” my dad says, referring to Spider-Man’s love interest in college.

Gwen was undoubtedly Spider-Man’s true love, killed by the Green Goblin in The Amazing Spider-Man. Even though he married Mary Jane Watson years after Gwen’s death, I always thought Gwen was ‘the one.’ Sometimes, I feel like I will never get over Cece. And for that reason, I can’t argue with my dad.

Spider-Man is his favorite comic book character. He’s mine, too. We’re both obsessed with Marvel Comics. He drew inspiration from Stan Lee while creating his characters and worlds in The Fallen Universe. I often do the same thing when I’m dreaming up new games.

I grew up on comic books, Star Trek, video games, and computers. My dad is a geek to the core, a master creator of worlds, and the best man I know. I learned everything from him except hockey. I learned that from my grandfather, a famous hockey player.

“My Mary Jane will come along eventually,” I assure him. “I’m not worried about girls right now. I have enough on my plate with hockey, school, and the new game I’m coding.”

The game Cece stole from me.

“How’s that coming along?”

Hmm… how do I answer his question?

I can’t tell him I let Cece demo it before she ripped it off. Admitting the truth would only lead to getting yelled at for something I already regret.

“It’s going,” I lie. “I should have a beta for you to check out next month, depending on how crazy it gets with school and my hockey schedule.”

“School comes first.” He flips open his laptop and sits behind the table I’m standing next to. “Have you thought about working for me full-time after you graduate?”

“Yes and no,” I admit. “I kinda want to see what happens with hockey.”

He peeks up from his keyboard and nods. “Well, if you change your mind, and I hope you do, you can always work for me. I’d always envisioned you, Mike, and Grace taking over the company after I retire.”

My older sister, Charlotte Grace—who everyone calls Grace—handles operations in the London office. Mike runs the Silicon Valley office. Dad still hopes I will take his place at the corporate office in downtown Philly.

I’m torn between two legacies. No matter which one I choose, I let someone down. My dad wants me to follow in his footsteps, whereas my grandfather wants me to chase the dream of professional hockey. No matter what I decide, I’ll never live up to either of their legacies. The paths they both forged are too narrow, leaving no room for me to grow.

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Advertisement Players Keep Score (Campus Players #4) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/players-keep-score-campus-players-4-read-online-jillian-quinn Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:55:28 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/players-keep-score-campus-players-4-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Alpha Male, College, Young Adult Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Campus Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
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He’ll do anything to win her heart…

Everyone on campus knows Drake Donovan for all the wrong reasons.
Women think I’m a player, a womanizer, but I’m neither of those things.

Years ago, I created a fake persona to hide my secret…
And the girl who hates my guts knows the truth.

I would do anything for a second with Taylor.
But she doesn’t think a player like me is capable of love.

We start as friends, but to get the benefits, there’s one catch…
I have to make her fall in love with me.

And I’m up for the challenge

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Chapter 1

Drake

My dick has a life of its own. The girl I met in the hallway after class hasn’t stopped begging me for another pic, so who am I to deny her? She’s in my cell phone contacts as Becky Big Tits. At least, I think her name is Becky. I’m almost positive it starts with a B.

“Give me a sec,” I tell Tucker Kane, one of my closest friends and teammates. “I have to send this chick another pic.”

He shoots me a nasty look and then shakes his head, laughing. “Fucking weirdo,” he mutters under his breath.

Leaving Tucker outside, I duck into the bathroom long enough to whip out my dick and snap a picture to send to Becky. By now, I imagine most girls on campus have probably already seen my favorite body part. I’m known for it. During freshman year, I sent a picture to one girl, and since then, I’ve gotten tons of random texts from girls.

They ask for it.

As I step into the hallway, Becky sends me a text message full of hearts, eggplant emojis, and a smiley face with a tongue hanging out. She’s not even a challenge.

How boring? Later, Becky.

My dad always told me a girl who doesn’t make you chase her isn’t worth your time. I hate to admit he’s right, but this girl has already lost my attention. Meeting a girl who’s not begging for it would be nice.

Everyone on campus thinks they know the real Drake Donovan—even my friends and teammates. They couldn’t be more wrong about me. And if anyone ever discovered my secret, it would destroy the fake reputation I created. So, I have to maintain these bullshit relationships with easy girls. It’s easier than admitting to my friends that I’ve lied to them for years.

I slip my cell phone back into my pocket and sigh.

“I’m surprised there’s anyone left at Strick U who hasn’t seen your dick,” Tucker says smugly.

I shrug. “New year, new girls.”

He snorts. “Eventually, that’s going to catch up with you. Wait until you go pro and send one to the wrong puck bunny. Look what happened to Preston’s dad when he played for the Caps.”

Well, over twenty-five years ago, Alex Parker got into a ton of trouble for having sex with a puck bunny, who turned out to be the granddaughter of the team owner. Oops. And it didn’t help that the hotel caught the whole thing on camera. That’s how Preston’s dad played for the Philadelphia Flyers alongside my dad. Now, he’s the head coach of the team. He also played with Tucker’s dad, now the general manager.

What happened to my Uncle Alex back then could have killed his career. So, I guess I better be more careful with eager girls who want a piece of me. Even though I shouldn’t do it, I do it anyway.

“It’s not like I’m settling down soon,” I shoot back. “Until then…”

“No point,” Tucker says, holding open the door to the lecture hall for me. “Too many girls to choose from.”

Tucker practically lives over at the Delta Sigma Phi chapter house. He could be a fraternity member with how much he parties with them.

When we step outside, the heat smacks me in the face. It’s warm for October, much hotter than previous years. Our final hockey season with the Strickland Senators just started, though it doesn’t seem like hockey season outside.

We walk toward the Student Activity Center, also known as the SAC, by everyone on campus. Within minutes, we’re climbing the stairs to the second floor. My stomach growls from the overwhelming scent of fried foods, and a slight pain digs into my side. When was the last time I ate? This morning after practice, I guess. I was so busy with hockey, classes, and then Becky that I didn’t even think about it.

Tucker walks in front of me to grab each of us a tray and hands one to me. On our way to the buffet line, I move out of the way of a man pushing a metal cart and bump into someone. The tray slips from my hand. I reach out to catch it, but it hits the tiled floor, falling in front of the girl I knocked over.

She peeks up at me, her long, dark hair framing her soft features. I stare at her for far too long, stunned by the sight of Taylor Bradshaw on the floor. She’s gorgeous, with nothing more than a pink gloss on her pouty lips. She’s the one girl I’ve always noticed on campus. Sometimes, I catch her looking at me, but not for long before she speeds away as if she thinks she’s too good for me.

“Drake,” another girl says from behind me.

I angle my body to glance at the girl I just sent a dick pic to, surprised to see her here. Her lips part for me, a tiny smile turning up the corners of her mouth.

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Advertisement Players Always Win (Campus Players #2) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/players-always-win-campus-players-2-read-online-jillian-quinn Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:55:26 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/players-always-win-campus-players-2-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Alpha Male, College, Young Adult Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Campus Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
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They say you never forget your first kiss with a hot hockey player…

When my sorority sisters gave me a checklist to complete, I never expected the last item to say Kiss a Hot Jock . I’m new to campus, clueless about sports at Strick U.

And then I see him in the Quad—Trent Kane.

With his muscular arms, confident strut, and killer smirks, I know he’s the right man for the job. The blond Adonis has the body of an athlete and the face of a model.

But one kiss is not enough for Trent.

He shows up at my sorority house, frat parties, even the carnival kissing booth. On the mend from a breakup, I’m not looking for another relationship… but this sexy hockey player never turns down a challenge

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Chapter One

Trent

Dean Whittaker’s skin turns an odd shade of red, and I think he might explode. He leans forward, hands folded on his desk, the life draining from his knuckles.

“We do not tolerate behavior like this at Strickland University,” he growls.

Tucker bites back a smile while I slap on a straight face.

“We won’t do it again,” Tucker lies.

“It won’t happen again,” I say. “You have our word.”

We started switching places when we were kids. We would swap for the day if we needed help passing a class and the other was decent at the subject. Almost no one can tell us apart. We’re both six feet three inches of solid muscle and have the same white-blond hair, except Tucker’s is spiky in the front.

“You’ve said this before.” Dean Whittaker sucks in a deep breath and blows it out, causing a few papers to flutter to the floor. “I’ve given both of you more leeway than other students because of your father.”

The mention of our dad makes my stomach knot. He will kick our asses if he finds out we swapped places again.

“We appreciate all of your help,” I say. “But please don’t involve our dad. We will do anything to make this right.”

I always have to talk our way out of trouble.

“You two are not getting away with this. Not this time.” The dean takes a sip from his coffee mug and glares at each of us, his eyes cold and severe. “Hockey is the only thing you care about… So maybe you need to have it taken away from you to understand your actions have consequences.”

Tucker gasps.

“Please don’t,” I beg. “This is our last year. We need all the playing time we can get if we will make it pro.”

Since birth, my father groomed us to become hockey players. We’ve never wanted to play another sport. Hockey’s it for us, and the game loves us back.

“Missing a few games won’t hurt either of you, not when your father is the general manager of the Flyers.” Dean Whittaker’s tone is serious, his voice level. “I bet he can pull a few strings, just like he does every time you two mess up.”

His words slice deep into my chest. We worked hard for our spots on the Strickland Senators. Coach Bryant didn’t hand us a jersey or place us on the first line because our dad made a phone call.

Our dad is Tyler Kane, the legendary center for the Philadelphia Flyers, two-time Stanley Cup Champion, winner of the Hart Memorial Trophy, and now the general manager for the Flyers. Our dad is always there to swoop in and help us whenever we get into trouble.

Dean Whittaker pushes his chair out from the desk and rises to his full height, staring at us with a wicked grin. “You’re suspended two games each.”

We both groan, pissed off about the turn of events. Of all the times to get caught, it had to be at the start of our final season.

“Don’t even try to talk your way out of this.” The dean shoves his hands into his pockets. “My decision is final. I’ll let Coach Bryant know you’re not allowed anywhere near the rink until you’ve served your punishment.”

“Can we at least practice with the team?”

Tucker remains quiet, a hopeful expression on his face. For the few seconds, the dean takes to think over my question, neither of us move or breathe.

He scratches his dark beard, his fingers tugging at the longer hairs that could use a trim. “I suppose that would be all right. But that’s it. Practice only. No games until I lift your suspension. Understood?”

I straighten my back and smile. “Yes, sir. You won’t regret this.”

“One more condition,” the dean says. “You can practice with your team, but I want you to attend at least one school function, and it cannot be a sporting event or anything directly related.”

“Okay,” I mutter. “What do you have in mind?”

“You will help Kappa Delta build the booth for their annual Kisses for Cancer fundraiser. You will report to the chapter house on Sunday at nine o’clock sharp. No exceptions. No excuses. And don’t be late.”

Irritated, we agree to arrive on time, and Dean Whittaker nods. “Now, get out of my office. I don’t want to see either of you in here again this semester.”

“So, we’ll see you next semester,” Tucker says under his breath, laughing as he exits the office.

Once outside Liberty Hall, I slap Tucker on the back. “How did we get caught? You said you had it under control.”

He shrugs. “How was I supposed to know your crazy stalker is in my class?”

I shake my head, not the least bit amused. “I don’t have a stalker.”

“What are we going to do now? Two games. That’s harsh.”

I shrug. “There’s nothing we can do. Coach won’t let us play.”

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Advertisement Players Break Hearts (Campus Players #3) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/players-break-hearts-campus-players-3-read-online-jillian-quinn Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:55:24 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/players-break-hearts-campus-players-3-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Alpha Male, College, Young Adult Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Campus Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 47
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She's the girl he walked away from...
And now, she's the one he can't forget.

After getting suspended from playing hockey, I’ve hit rock bottom and failing another class. Out of luck and options, I hire a tutor. But I never expected the person behind the screen name to be my ex-hookup.

Samantha still hates my guts for giving her the “Tucker Kane treatment” in the past. She wants nothing to do with me and makes me work for every second I spend with her.

But as we get closer, a mysterious blogger wreaking havoc on campus turns her sights on me, threatening our future

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Chapter 1

Tucker

Dethroned: October Edition

I wonder what the NCAA would say about hotshot hockey stud Tucker Kane pounding beers and eating mystery brownies at the Delta Sig house on Saturday. Are those pot brownies, Tucker? Only a drug test will tell.

XO,

The Queen

My twin brother, Trent, pushes his chair out from the desk. “Dude, you’re fucked if you don’t find out who’s writing this gossip column.” His pale blue eyes that mirror mine stare back at me in disappointment.

Uncrossing my arms, I let out a deep breath.

This is not happening.

Not now.

“Who would do this?” I look at Trent in horror, still in shock and also terrified that this stupid article will get back to the Athletic Commission. “Is there a way to find out who’s writing this shit?”

I’ve never failed a drug test, but I got too drunk this weekend and didn’t realize what I’d eaten until the following day. The guys at the Delta Sigma Phi fraternity house always have pot brownies, though I always pass, or at least I did.

And because of some bitch with a vendetta against me, I might be in even hotter water than I already am with the school. Missing two games at the beginning of the season is hard enough, but an entire season is another story. I can kiss my professional hockey career goodbye if that happens.

Preston, Drake, and Jamie stand beside me, glaring at Dethroned, a new gossip blog created by some evil girl who calls herself The Queen. Based on the posts on the site, it appears this girl has her sights set on our team. There are brief articles and video clips of us doing stupid shit at fraternity parties and random pictures of us with girls.

Preston cups my shoulder, shaking his head at the computer screen. “We can find out who owns the domain. But think of this as your wake-up call, Tuck. All of your screwing around is catching up with you. Time to get your shit together. Stop drinking. Hire a tutor. Spend less time at the Delta Sig house. We need you on your A game this season.”

“Yeah, I got it, Prez. For the hundredth time, I got it.” Shaking off Preston’s heavy hand, I step away from my brother and friends in desperate need of space. This conversation has been repeated lately, and I’m sick of it. “I’ll figure it out. Okay?”

Preston nods and then shoves his hands into the pockets of his track pants.

No one knows me better than the guys in this room. They’re family more than friends. I grew up with all of them. We went to school together, played Division I hockey, and now live together in a house on campus. There’s nothing we don’t share, nothing we don’t know about each other.

I can see the concern on each of their faces. Even Drake looks worried. Like his dad, he’s a giant, several inches taller than the rest of us, and built like a wall of solid muscle. Apart from my brother, I’m the closest to Drake, and because of that, the concern furrowing his brows hits me more than Preston’s.

Running my hands through my spiky hair, I tug at the ends in frustration and lean back against the chest of drawers behind me. “We need to stop whoever’s doing this.”

“Our team is being targeted for a reason,” I say. “You could be next. Any of us could be next. And who knows what this bitch will say next. We need to take her down before it ruins our careers.”

“She’s got to be a student at Strick U,” Trent adds.

“How do you expect us to track her down?” Drake asks.

“Jamie can find out.” I zero in on Jameson O’Connor, our resident computer hacker. “Right? Tell me you can hack into something and shut this website down.”

Jamie laughs. “I’m good, but not that good.”

“Let Jamie sit,” I tell Trent, who vacates his seat in front of the computer.

Jamie pushes the chair into the desk and begins clicking buttons. The last few weeks have been a nonstop rollercoaster of drama and bullshit, so I’ve been partying more than usual. And now I’ve given this girl ammunition to use against me.

“The domain is private,” Jamie says.

I grunt in irritation, the hope I had a minute ago slowly draining away. “So, we can’t find out who owns it?”

He shakes his head, spinning around in the chair. “No, but there might be another way. I can try tracking their IP address. But I’ll need more time.”

“Until then…” Preston interjects authoritatively, “… all of you need to stay out of trouble.” There’s a reason he’s the captain of our team. “Stay the hell away from the Delta Sig guys.” His eyes shift to me when he says this.

“I’m not avoiding my friends because of one article,” I shoot back.

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Advertisement The Player I Love to Hate (Elite Players #1) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/the-player-i-love-to-hate-elite-players-1-read-online-jillian-quinn Wed, 17 May 2023 05:16:15 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-player-i-love-to-hate-elite-players-1-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Elite Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Live with my enemy for the next month...
What could possibly go wrong?

When my brother said he needed a place to crash, he forgot to mention Ethan Waters was part of the package. Broody and bossy, I hate my brother's best friend and NHL teammate with a passion.

Years ago, we hooked up behind my brother's back.
And then, the cocky player disappeared.

I still hate him for ditching me in the past.
I don't care how good he looks in a towel.
Or how skilled he is with his hands.

But after a few angry kisses turn into the hottest night of my life, I can't get him out of my head. And if I'm not careful, Ethan will break my heart... again.

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By the time I pull into my driveway, it’s dark outside. My parents didn’t even bother to leave the light on. And why would they? It’s not like they even care if I come home anymore, not after what I did.

My body hurts from training too hard, the ache burrowing deep inside my bones. Every time the phantom pain from my past comes calling, I try to ignore the throbbing sensation spreading down my thigh. But when that happens, the darkness always wins out. I never fight it. Because I love chasing the next high and the sweet rush of adrenaline as it courses through my veins.

I need the reminder that I’m still alive, even though I feel like I died a long time ago.

I should have died.

It should have been me.

Now, I’m left with the guilt, pain, and a constant reminder of how much I fucked up, the scar above my left eyebrow—another reminder. Every time I look in the mirror, I have to confront my past. If only I could embrace it before it eats me alive from the inside out.

I blink a few times to clear my vision and get out of the Mustang, a late sixties Fastback my grandfather had left to me in his will. I was born into a family with old money, the car being one of the many toys I’d inherited from Grandpa Joe, along with a sizable trust fund. They say money can’t buy happiness. I know that more than anyone. Because no amount of money can erase the parts of my life I wish I could forget.

Leaning against the door, I stare up at the old colonial I moved into last year with my parents. After what had happened back in Boston, they forced me to leave my friends and move to Lower Merion, an upscale suburban town on the outskirts of Philadelphia.

For once, the light isn’t on in my father’s office, yet he’s home. That’s a first. He must have drunk himself to sleep. I can only hope. When the house is still, I like to sneak in through the back door to avoid my dad. He hates me for all the trouble I have caused. Even though he won’t say it, I know he wishes I’d taken my brother’s place.

I have trouble keeping my eyes open, the weight of my day and everything that came along with it hitting me all at once. After I cut through the hole in the tall hedges surrounding my property and step into my backyard, I glance over at the Roman’s house. It has the same brick front and painted shutters as mine, though the chips in their blue paint show years of wear and neglect my father would never tolerate.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch something moving. I look up at the top floor to find Mia pushing open the curtains to her bedroom window. She can hear the purr of the Mustang’s engine from around the corner. My best friend’s little sister is always waiting for me when I get home. And despite the shame I feel about keeping our nights together a secret, I don’t regret spending a single second with Mia Roman.

Sitting on her windowsill, Mia smiles down at me. She’s the one good thing in my life. I often catch myself thinking of what it would be like to kiss Mia. Then, I remind myself that Will, her older brother and my best friend, would kill me for even thinking about her. A girl this sweet should stay far away from a monster like me.

But once I look into her pretty blue eyes that light up every time she sees me, I’m a goner. I have trouble staying away from my precious little lamb. She’s the one girl who sees all the darkness in me and welcomes it. Mia never judges me, and I never have to hide from her.

My vision blurs slightly as I look up at her, my balance a little unsteady. Damn, how much shit did I take? On nights like these, I don’t care as long as the pain goes away.

Mia raises her hand to give me a tiny wave, which I return before she tilts her head toward the shed in the backyard. What had started as us talking to each other from our sides of the fence turned into us spending most nights together. We meet at the swing set on the opposite side of her parents’ old shed. It’s our retreat from the world. If only I had the nerve to tell her everything. But I fear she will grow to hate me, same as everyone else who knows the truth about my past, and I can’t have that.

I give her a quick nod to acknowledge I’ll meet her later. She has to wait until Will passes out before she can sneak out of the house. I wave one more time, with the promise to see her, and remove my cell phone from my pocket. Using the light from the screen, I jam my key inside the lock and push my shoulder into the door. The damn thing sticks when it’s hot outside, making it harder to avoid my parents.

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Advertisement The Player I Hate to Love (Elite Players #2) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/the-player-i-hate-to-love-elite-players-2-read-online-jillian-quinn Wed, 17 May 2023 05:16:14 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-player-i-hate-to-love-elite-players-2-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Elite Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Will “Romeo” Roman is the last player in the NHL anyone would expect to get hitched.

We couldn’t even stand each other before we said I do.
But our fake marriage is a golden opportunity for him.
His bad-boy ways are messing up his career. And after his publicist sees our drunken wedding pics, she thinks a marriage—real or fake—will keep his general manager from trading him to another team.
So Will makes me the deal of a lifetime.
Spend three months under the same roof, pretending we are in love, and he will give me the one thing I want most.
But what happens when our deal is over…
And I’m no longer faking it?

The Player I Hate to Love is a standalone enemies-to-lovers romance about a hockey player who will do anything to stay married to his sister’s best friend, even though she hates him.

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Chapter One

CLARKE

I remembered little about what happened the night before, but one thing was certain—hangovers sucked.

Clearing the sleep from my eyes, I glanced out the curtains to my right, blinking away the sunlight. My head pounded as the Las Vegas skyline came into focus. Last night was a blur, a collection of drunken moments. A list of endless bad decisions I regretted the second I heard someone snoring beside me.

I rolled onto my side, staring in horror at Will “Romeo” Roman, naked and in all of his glory. My best friend’s brother was the cockiest asshole to play in the NHL. I’d hated him for years, vowed to never fall into bed with him again.

And I made a horrible mistake.

Drinking rule number one—don’t let your jerk of an ex-hookup feed you melon ball shots like they’re liquid desserts. But they sure as hell tasted good on the way down.

I glanced around the room for my clothes. From the looks of the place, we tore the hotel room apart. Overturned lamps were on the floor along with sheets and the comforter thrown halfway across the room. The mirror facing the bed had red lipstick smeared across the glass.

What the hell did I do last night?

My body looked as if a truck had hit me. Stretching out my legs, I gasped at the light brushes on my knees, thighs, and arms. Will was never gentle with me, but this was next-level insane. No way he did this to me. I propped my elbow up on a stack of pillows and looked at Will, unable to take my eyes off his body that was like carved stone, ripped with muscle in every place imaginable.

I thought I had learned my lesson a long time ago. Don’t sleep with infuriatingly sexy hockey players, especially ones related to my best friend. Will was the starting right winger on the Philadelphia Flyers, and the player I loved to hate. We had a past, one I never shared with his sister. We both kept our distance and pretended nothing ever happened, though Mia was not an idiot. She knew something went down between Will and me, but she did not know how far back our drama went.

Will slept with his hand over his face, snoring like a baby. I noted the hard edges of his body, the sharpness in his jaw. He was beautiful when he wasn’t talking. But when he opened his damn mouth, all bets were off. His short blond hair was messy from sleep, though he still looked hot as sin. Unlike me, who looked as if I’d spent my evening in a boxing ring.

How could I do this?

More like, why did I do this?

There was a time when I waited around for even a second with Will. Back then, I was stupid and did not know how men worked. I thought he was different, and that we both wanted the same thing. But I was so, so wrong.

I’m never drinking again, not if I can help it.

I could only recall a few things, the night a blurry, distant memory. There was dinner with my bestie Mia and her soon-to-be husband, Ethan. We were in Vegas celebrating their upcoming wedding. Will and a few of their teammates from the Flyers joined us for dinner last night, followed by a lot of bar hopping. We ended up at Coyote Ugly, and that was around the time the night became a blur.

I remembered dancing on the bar with Will throwing money at me. The thought alone made me want to crawl under the bed and hide. All of his teammates were there.

Oh, God. How could I have been so stupid?

Then there was a strip club, maybe a lap dance or two. A lot of drunken kisses with Will. And judging by our lack of clothing, we did a lot more than kiss.

Ethan and Mia got married by Elvis.

No, that can’t be right.

I slid my legs off the bed, full-blow panic settling into my bones as I tried to recall how we ended up at a chapel.

Who got married?

And why was I in a chapel last night with Will?

Our rooms at the Bellagio were similar, though I could tell by the stack of random shit piled on the sofa table this was Will’s room. We had adjoining rooms, which was why we ended up talking to each other before dinner last night.

The stupid mistake on the hotel’s part led to… whatever happened between us. I needed to leave, make my escape before the sleeping prince awoke. Heart hammering out of my chest, I started looking for my clothes. And as I bent down to grab my dress from the floor, I noticed the gold ring on my left finger.

A simple band… a wedding band.

What the hell?

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Advertisement The Player I Want to Date (Elite Players #3) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/the-player-i-want-to-date-elite-players-3-read-online-jillian-quinn Wed, 17 May 2023 05:16:13 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-player-i-want-to-date-elite-players-3-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Elite Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Duke Baldwin is hot and broody, the star defenseman every hockey lover wants in her bed… including me.
So it must be my lucky day when Duke gets suspended from the NHL for fighting.
I’m an anger management specialist, and the team owner gives me two months to whip Duke’s grumpy butt into shape, or he’s trading him to another team.
I can’t let that happen.
Not when I can help Duke work through his anger issues.
Except there’s one problem….
As we grow closer, the lines of our professional relationship blur.
Duke thinks I’m the cure for thawing the ice around his heart.
And he wants me.

The Player I Want to Date is a standalone forbidden romance about a hockey player who will do anything to convince his tempting new therapist that he’s the only man she’ll ever need.

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Chapter One

DELILAH

Duke Baldwin makes me so fucking hot. He’s on the cover of Sports Illustrated this month, dressed in his Washington Capitals jersey, wearing his usual cocky smirk. He grips his hockey stick in his left hand, and his muscles flex beneath the tight fabric. I practically drool on the front cover, which would suck if I did—because I was looking forward to spending some alone time with Duke.

As I flip through the five-page spread about the sexy captain, I fan myself with my free hand. Duke makes hockey worth watching. Every time he throws a player against the boards, I imagine he’s doing it to me.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, I test the water temperature. The house is quiet at this hour. My daughter is sound asleep in her bed. And after the day I had, I need some much-needed Mommy Time.

I set the magazine on the floor and begin to undress. Duke’s piercing blue eyes look up at me as I strip away my clothes. His wicked smirk sends a shiver down my spine. As I peel back the layers, I imagine Duke’s hands on my skin. I envision how it would feel to kiss his full, perfect lips.

I slide into the warm, bubbly water and reach over the edge for the magazine. With my other hand, I drag my fingers along my arm. Heat travels beneath my fingers as I continue my slow exploration. On the second page of the article, Duke is shirtless, wearing shorts that sit low on his hips, exposing the V line of his abdomen.

My eyes follow the light trail of hair that runs down his thick chest and dips beneath his shorts. I lick my lips, thinking of Duke as I grab the shower wand and turn on the jets. I slide my hand into the water. His handsome face is on every page, those bright blue eyes haunting me. I suck in a deep breath from the pleasure that rushes over me. My heart speeds up, and a pulse-pounding surge of energy causes my body to tingle.

The door opens a crack, but I ignore it. Strange things happen in this old house all the time. I lean my head back, imagining what it feels like to grip Duke’s big shoulders, how it would feel to ride him like one of his puck bunnies. My toes curl from the wave of adrenaline that shoots through my body. I’m so close to finding my release that I can almost see the finish line.

“Mommy, what are you doing?” I glance over at Max, who rubs the sleep from her eyes with her tiny hands, and my jaw hits the floor.

Panicked, I attempt to stand and drop the shower wand, but I hit the edge of the tub instead. Shit! Water shoots across the room, showering both of us. It looks like Old Faithful just erupted in my bathroom, blasting the walls with a steady stream.

Max screams when the warm water hits her in the face. The wand is uncontrollable, rolling back and forth as I reach for it. A wave hits the opposite wall and bounces off, splashing Max as she turns her back to me.

“Mommy, make it stop!”

I finally get a good grip on the wand and submerge it as I turn the knobs. Why didn’t I think to turn off the water first? And I’m supposed to be a doctor? This is not my finest moment.

I jump out of the tub and wrap Max in my towel, dripping onto the floor. So much for my relaxing night to myself. I had it all planned out—the bath, my favorite bottle of red wine, and an hour of Netflix before bed. Now, I’m going to spend the rest of my night cleaning the bathroom. This is my life in a nutshell. Don’t grow up, it’s a trap.

After I get Max’s wet pajamas off her, I dry her hair and body and then wrap her in the towel. She shivers and leans into me for warmth.

“Mommy, why were you playing with the shower wand?”

“I was just checking to make sure it still works.”

It definitely does the trick!

She gives me a confused look. Max is as smart as a whip and always knows when I’m lying. Her fascination with Google and YouTube makes it a lot harder for me to conceal the truth from her. At least this is one situation she can’t Google.

“C’mon, baby,” I say, pressing my hand to her shoulder. “Let’s go to your room, so you can pick out your PJs.”

I glance at Duke’s face on the bathroom floor. The pages are soaked through, the ink blurred from the water. I take one final look at Duke, and then I lead Max down the hall toward her bedroom.

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Advertisement The Player I Want to Keep (Elite Players #4) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/the-player-i-want-to-keep-elite-players-4-read-online-jillian-quinn Wed, 17 May 2023 05:16:12 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-player-i-want-to-keep-elite-players-4-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Elite Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Months away from the NHL Draft, one night with my best friend changes everything.
She was the one person I could trust.
Until I fell in love with her…
And she kept a secret from me that ripped us apart.
Now in the NHL, I’m one step closer to becoming the star I was born to be… until Kat’s brother hits me with the news I never saw coming.
One night was all it took to change our lives.
Now, it’s up to Kat and me to decide if we can salvage our friendship to find our happily ever after.

The Player I Want to Keep is a standalone friends-to-lovers romance about a hockey player determined to show his best friend that the man of her dreams has been right in front of her all along.

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Chapter One

DEAN

The first time I met Kat Baldwin, I sat in a cold rink, palms sweaty and afraid to speak to her. I’d never been intimidated by a girl before I met her. But Kat isn’t an ordinary girl. She’s the daughter of Nick Baldwin, the professional hockey player I have idolized for most of my life.

Kat skates down the ice, with a few girls in tow, switching the puck to her right as the winger comes up on her left side. They collide against the boards, and Kat scrambles to maintain possession of the puck. She elbows the girl in her jaw to create some distance between them. Luckily for Kat, the linesman doesn’t catch the hit.

While Kat has her father’s skating and puck-handling abilities, she also has her older brothers’ scrappiness. Duke and Austin Baldwin are two of the best defensive players in the NHL. I see a lot of them in Kat. No matter how many games of hers I watch, I’m still in awe of her, smiling from the stands like an idiot that she’s my best friend… and the one girl I can never have.

Over three years ago, my teammates laughed and told me I was crazy for seeking out Kat. When I’d heard that Nick’s daughter made the women’s ice hockey team at Strickland University, I had to see for myself if she lived up to the Baldwin name. She didn’t disappoint, not even a little bit. The next year, her younger brothers joined my team and then moved into the house I share with my teammates, which complicated my plans for Kat.

Theo stands up, shoves two fingers in his mouth, and whistles. “C’mon, Kit-Kat.”

Travis, his identical twin, shoots up from his chair and starts clapping for his sister, yelling shit about crushing the competition. Not like Kat can hear them from the ice. She’s in the zone, her eyes on the puck and headed toward the net.

I laugh at these idiots. Much like her two older brothers, Kat’s younger brothers love her fiercely. They’re so overprotective that I never stood a chance with Kat. All of them made it abundantly clear that I’m not allowed to touch Kat. Not allowed to kiss Kat. Or think about her in appropriate ways. At first, I wanted just friendship from Kat. But as the years pass, I find myself wanting her more each day.

“Oooh,” Travis says, nudging Theo in the arm with his elbow. “Did you see that shot? Damn, Kit-Kat.”

Theo cups his hands around his mouth and yells. “That’s my sister.”

They’re so damn loud the people sitting around us look over at Theo and Travis. The Baldwin twins take after their father with their height, lean, muscular build, and dark features. A few of the girls several rows in front of us are staring over their shoulders at them and licking their lips. The pretty redhead with big tits flags Theo down. He glances over at Travis, who gives him the go-ahead with the tip of his head.

“We’ll be back,” Theo says to me.

A mischievous smirk turns up the corner of Travis’ mouth as he winks.

The twins hop over the seats in front of us. Theo slides his arm across the back of the redhead’s neck. Travis sandwiches himself between two blondes to their right, pulling one of them onto his lap. If Kat were here, she would lose her shit. She’s constantly yelling at her brothers for how they act with women. I’m supposed to “watch over them” for her. But there’s no way I’m telling Theo and Travis not to have fun. If I weren’t so damn in love with my best friend, I would be down there with them right now.

After the game ends, I wait by the rink entrance for Kat as the Strickland Senators smack the hands of their opponents. Kat was the sole reason for this win at home. She dominated every second she was on the ice.

I call out to Kat as she exits the ice. She cocks her head in my direction and rolls her eyes when I hold up my hand and gesture for her to come over with my index finger.

“Did you just beckon me?” She rips off her gloves and holds them against her navy-and-white jersey.

I shove my hands into my pockets and shrug, giving her one of my boyish smiles that make it impossible for her to be mad at me. “Umm… I guess so.”

“You should know by now not to treat me like a puck bunny. I’m not your beck and call girl, Dean.” A hint of a smirk crosses her lips. She loves to give me shit. Isn’t that what best friends are for? “Don’t point your finger at me and expect me to come running over,” she finishes.

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Advertisement Players Break Rules (Campus Players #1) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/players-break-rules-campus-players-1-read-online-jillian-quinn Sat, 07 Jan 2023 22:47:20 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/players-break-rules-campus-players-1-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Campus Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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His hockey coach’s daughter is off-limits…

The first time I met Preston Parker I slammed face-first into his wet, chiseled abs. In the men’s locker room, of all places.
As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, Mr. MVP gave me one of his killer smirks, right before dropping his towel in front of me. Just to prove a point. That no woman can resist him.
Not even me.
Now, he keeps finding ways to see me, touch me.
And I find myself wanting to break my dad’s rules about his players.
Rules I never break for a reason.
Because falling for a player like Parker… was never part of the plan.

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Chapter One

BEX

The men’s locker room is sacred for a reason, and now I know why. Keeping my eyes on the floor, I use my hair to block my face and haul ass down the center aisle toward my dad’s office.

My dad has three rules.

No talking to his players.

No hanging out with his players.

No dating his players.

So why did he ask me to meet him after practice? For years, I have followed his rules and steered clear of his players… until today. I consider running out of the room, but once the players see me, I commit to my mission.

Players whistle as I move past them. One guy informs me I’m in the men’s locker room—as if I need a reminder. Another jerk has the nerve to reach out and touch my leg.

I feel like I’m doing the world’s longest walk of shame. Dozens of eyes are on me. The players whisper about me under their breaths. But once I’d stepped into the locker room, I wasn’t turning back. So, here I am.

Go me and my walk of shame.

I glance up for a second to look for the door that leads to my dad’s office… and I run head-first into a bare chest. Pushing out my palm, my fingers graze a wet, muscular stomach. A few inches lower and I would have ripped the towel from his waist.

Blocked by a wall of muscle, I peek up at Preston Parker, all six feet four inches of him. Preston is even bigger close up and hotter too. If any player were ever off-limits to me, it’s Preston.

The corner of his mouth turns up into a wicked smirk that produces an unusual reaction from me.

“Excuse me.” I shove Preston, desperate to move him to the side, but he’s a big guy. “You’re in my way.”

His fingers brush mine. “And you are in mine.”

A rush of heat shoots through my fingertips and runs up my arm. Touching Preston shouldn’t feel this good. He’s my dad’s favorite player and the best defenseman in the division. But most of all, he’s out of my league.

Like way out of it.

On another planet.

I’m a scholarship kid. He’s a rich athlete with the potential to go pro. We have nothing in common apart from our athleticism.

Preston touches my hand for a split second before I step back from him. “You have the wrong locker room.” He runs his long fingers through his short, dark hair, pushing it off his forehead. Like the rest of him, it’s wet.

He smiles, and my silly heart claws its way out of my chest. Water slides down the side of his face, and I have an immediate desire to lick it from his tanned skin.

Focus, Bex.

“No, I don’t,” I counter. “This is the right locker room. Just shitty timing.”

He tilts his head to the side and studies my face long enough to make me feel self-conscious. “I know you. Right? You’re Coach Bryant’s daughter. You look different. Were you always so… tall?”

I’m five feet ten inches, which comes in handy when you play basketball. Preston still has six inches on me, though.

“I’ve been this tall since freshman year. And it’s Bex.”

He scratches the stubble along his angular jaw, still smirking at me. “Bex? What an unusual name.”

“Okay, Peter Preston Parker. This from the guy who’s named after Spider-Man.”

He laughs. “You’re a real smart ass, Bex Bryant.”

“So I’ve been told.”

His crooked smile and disgustingly good looks produce a strange reaction inside me. My physical reaction to Preston needs to fuck off. Like right now.

“Bex is short for Bexley,” I add for clarification.

Not like he cares about my name. He’s too busy staring down my basketball jersey at my boobs.

“Preston,” he says. “Not Peter. No one calls me by my first name. But I’m sure you already knew that.”

I roll my eyes at the arrogant jerk.

But I’m sure you already knew that.

Who does he think he is?

My dad will have a stroke if he sees me talking to one of his players, let alone his precious Preston. After winning the Frozen Four last year, my dad swears Preston will take them all the way again, especially after he won MVP. And from what I’ve heard, Mr. MVP has no problem doing the same with the girls on campus.

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Advertisement The Devil I Desire (The Devil’s Knights #4) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/the-devil-i-desire-the-devils-knights-4-read-online-jillian-quinn Fri, 30 Jul 2021 23:08:18 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-devil-i-desire-the-devils-knights-4-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: The Devil's Knights Series by Jillian Quinn
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Our past sins are intertwined, but we have no future… One kiss and I was hooked. One night, and I was in love. Because until Marcello Salvatore saw me, I was invisible. For years, I had a crush on my cousin’s best friend. I dreamed of the day we would finally be together. But after Marcello kills a Founder to protect me, I have to run. He sends me away and tells me never to return to Devil’s Creek. Too bad my father had other plans for me… I’m promised to the son of an Irish Mob boss. A sick and twisted monster I hate with a passion. Marcello’s world is tainted by blood and corruption. But he’s always been my protector, my white knight. And I’m hoping my Knight will step up and save the day. ***The Devil I Desire is a steamy standalone novel that ends with a HEA. However, The Devil’s Knights series is best enjoyed if read in order.
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Rhiannon

I don’t belong here. The thought rolled around in my head as I moved through the crowded ballroom. People stared at me with wonder and a hint of irritation because people like me were not welcome among the elite.

Our invitation to the masquerade ball arrived in a gold box. Ornate and decorated with olive branches, I wondered if the box was a joke. An olive branch, of all things? Was Arlo Salvatore messing with my family once again? It would not have been the first time he’d agreed to let us into his carefully curated world, only to make us look like fools in the end.

I was smart enough to know the Salvatores would never consider my family worthy. My dad was a gangster, a criminal. He was the leader of the Irish Mob, feared by anyone with the sense to know he was dangerous. But Arlo and his sons feared no one.

Women dressed like fairies from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, their eyes decorated with glitter or hidden by a mask. They looked ethereal, as if they were the Shakespeare characters brought to life. The men wore tuxedos with masks hiding their faces. I didn’t need to see their faces to know which monsters lurked in the shadows.

From across the room, I spotted Marcello Salvatore staring at me. He wore a red and black carnival mask. His black hair was messy on purpose, and as usual, falling onto his forehead.

He stood beside his older brother, Luca. They were both gorgeous beyond words, with chiseled jaws, Roman noses, and the most haunting blue eyes I’d ever seen. Marcello’s eyes looked sad, while Luca looked like the Devil possessed him. They shared their father’s good looks, both tall and muscular, though Marcello was broader in the shoulders and chest.

My cousin, Shane “Sonny” Cormac III, moved across the room with a glass of scotch in hand. He flashed his usual golden boy smile at everyone he passed, stopping beside Marcello after he worked the room. The pair had been best friends since they were kids.

From the moment I met Marcello, he became my obsession. I was fourteen years old, awkward, and still wearing braces. Marcello was three years older than me, and back then, the quarterback of the Astor Prep football team. Sonny let me come to one of their games. That was the first time I met Marcello.

After that day, I tagged along with my cousin and his best friend. I went to all of their football games and followed them to the after-parties. And by the end of Marcello’s senior year, I ditched the braces, fixed my hair, and he took my virginity. If Sonny ever found out, he would have killed Marcello. He watched over me like an overprotective brother. Since I was an only child and always on my own, Sonny was there whenever I needed him. And when no one was watching, so was Marcello.

I took my sweet ass time walking around the room, observing the Devil’s Creek WASPs in their natural habitat. Alexandrea Wellington stood beside Luca Salvatore, dressed in a pale pink fairy dress that barely covered her thighs. She wore a silver mask, her blond curls framing her heart-shaped face. Like most of the people in Devil’s Creek, Alexandrea and Luca’s families arranged their marriage.

Luca looked slightly annoyed. His top lip curled up in anger as his eyes flicked to Alexandrea. She shot an equally pissed-off expression at him. My father didn’t care enough about my future to marry me off to a wealthy man. At least, that was one thing I had going for myself.

Aiden Wellington floated through the room, pounding glasses of whiskey. He looked even more irritated than his twin sister, like he would rather eat glass than mingle with the people at this party. I moved toward him, knowing he was the perfect target. We could bond over our mutual disdain for the Salvatores.

I leaned against the bar beside Aiden, and he looked down at me with one eyebrow lifted. He had the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen up close. His hair was blond and curly, like his sister’s, except his hair was short on the top. He reminded me of Ryan Phillippe in the movie Cruel Intentions, the bad boy attitude and all.

A dimple popped in his right cheek when he smiled. “I’ve seen you around Beggars Bay.”

I tipped my nose up at his dig about my hometown. Everyone from Devil’s Creek referred to Beacon Bay as Beggars Bay because of the increase in crime and decrease in wealth. Still, our towns were only ten minutes by car. So it wasn’t like we were slumming it, either. But compared to billionaires like the Salvatores, Cormacs, and Wellingtons, we were white trash. Or so they thought. My father’s mansion was the size of the guest quarters at the Salvatore Estate.

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