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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
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Read Online Books/Novels:	His Woman
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Cassandra Dee	Kendall Blake
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I crave the billionaire but what happens when he turns out to be my stepbrother? Alison: We met at a party. I was the lowly caterer, and Liam was the mysterious stranger who swept me off my feet. He was demanding, imperious, and incredibly gorgeous, with raven black hair and flashing blue eyes. Not to mention, he handled my curves like a champion race car driver, all the while whispering sweet nothings in my ear. But our happiness was never meant to last because a startling revelation broke us apart. The only problem? I’m already pregnant with his son. Liam: Alison left me. The pretty blonde never even gave me a sign that she was planning to walk out the door. After holding her in my arms and worshipping that curvy body, she had the nerve to disappear one day without a trace. But now she’s back, and I’m absolutely incensed because she has my child in her arms. How could she? It’s time to teach her a lesson because it’s time she learns that she’s my woman, and my property.
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Liam

I milled around the park impatiently, waiting for my dog. Gunther was huge and uncontrollable. Sloppy and wet, the big mutt went about sniffing bushes, his tail waggling happily as he scratched in the dirt. With a satisfied growl, he lifted a leg and did what dogs do.

I sighed. I’d just moved to a ritzy new building that had a private garden. It was like a fairy tale -- only residents have the key to a gated park, an oasis in an otherwise urban jungle. But I liked it. After all, I hadn’t paid $8 million for my condo to share outdoor space with the general public.

“Come on Gunther!” I yelled. The dog had finished doing his thing, and was now lumbering over to the jungle gym area. My heart sank. No doubt kids were going to want to pet him and we’d be delayed another ten minutes.

I walked over slowly. The park was ritzy, with manicured shrubs, a rose garden, and a state of the art merry-go-round. There were quite a few kids running about, tended by their nannies.

Suddenly, my eye was caught. There was a gorgeous girl blowing kisses into a baby carriage, clearly in love with the occupant inside. A little hand waved and I could hear the giggles of a child.

“Look at you!” she exclaimed to her little charge. “Mommy loves you!” The baby gurgled in return.

My heart stopped and I stood stock still in my tracks. The girl was ravishing, and eerily unchanged from when I’d last seen her two years ago. Long blonde hair hung down to the middle of her back, glinting in the sun. Her figure was lithe and slim, almost to the point of unbearable skinniness. Was she getting enough to eat?

Her breasts were exactly what I remembered though. Lush and full, they almost overwhelmed her narrow frame. My body shot through with heat, remembering the feel of that soft flesh pressed against me, night after night.

Anger suffused me. She was clearly a mother now. Had she really moved on that fast? She’d walked out on me two years ago without even a note, message or phone call. I’d come back from work one day and the gorgeous girl was gone, leaving behind only her scent and a few of the trinkets I’d bought her. I’d panicked, frantically calling everyone who knew her, but no one seemed to know her whereabouts. I’d even called the police, but they’d laughed at my alarm. Evidently, lovers’ spats were not their thing.

And now here she was, mother to a baby. Who’s child was that? Rage filled me, making it impossible to speak. She’d clearly dumped me for another rich asshole and had a baby with him, while moving into this high-end condo complex. What a slut. I advanced on her, intent on destroying her happiness.

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Alison

Georgie laughed happily. My son’s chubby cheeks were irresistible, and I pulled him to me for a kiss. Georgie and I are on a staycation. We couldn’t afford to go anywhere on my tiny teacher’s salary so when my friend Helen had offered her apartment for a week while she was in Bali, I’d jumped at the opportunity as a “home away from home.”

Helen was loaded. She lived in a full-service building with access to a private park and had bequeathed the key to the garden to me.

“Here Alison, take Georgie for some walks in the sun. It’ll be good for both of you – you look so pale and tired.”

“Thanks Helen,” I said with a wry smile. My best friend never minced words, and I know I looked hard-up of late. Georgie kept me up at all night, and although I loved being with my baby, life as a single mom was taking its toll. I was often exhausted, never getting more than three of four hours of sleep a night, and eating on an irregular basis.

I sighed and pushed the thoughts from my head. Georgie was the only reminder of the happiest period of my life. I’d been a college junior, working part-time at a catering company to help pay my tuition. I’d been called last minute to work an event. It was some rich person’s party at a lavish reception hall. I’d duly put on my short skirt and white blouse because the events manager knew his schtick and liked his waitresses to look sexy.

I’d been serving drinks to the crowd when the sting of a man’s gaze grazed me. A dark-haired dark-eyed gorgeous hunk was staring at me, looking like he was ready to devour his prey. The look on his face was truly predatory, like a hawk which had scouted a rabbit and was ready to attack.

My cheeks flushed hotly. Suddenly, I was doubly aware of just how revealing my outfit was. The low-cut blouse hugged my curves indecently, showing off the tantalizing vee between my breasts. My nipples hardened uncomfortably, and he smiled, like he could see through the material of my flimsy bra. To my shame, my cunt grew hot and moist, preparing itself for the dark stranger.

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Advertisement My Dirty Professor Read online Cassandra Dee, Kendall Blake http://www.books2020.com/my-dirty-professor-read-online-cassandra-dee-kendall-blake Fri, 10 Nov 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/my-dirty-professor-read-online-cassandra-dee-kendall-blake Genre: Erotic, Romance Authors: Cassandra Dee, Kendall Blake Advertisement

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Evie needs some discipline and Mr. Phillips is just the man to teach her a lesson. When Mr. Phillips asked me to stay after class one day, I thought nothing of it. After all, he was my biology professor – smart, handsome, and with a great body to boot. But after everyone else left, things started getting interesting. Because Mr. Phillips drew all the shades … Locked the classroom door … Ordered me to kneel … And when he pulled out a big green cucumber, I gasped because the only thing I could say was, “Teacher, YES!”
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CHAPTER ONE

Evie

Clutching my books to my chest, I walk down the hallway self-consciously. My girls are so huge that sometimes I’m embarrassed if I don’t cover them somehow. So I often hug my books to me tightly, like a shield against … what, I’m not sure.

Because I’m a curvy brunette with a couple of extra pounds. Okay, you caught me -- it’s more than a couple of extra pounds. I’m generously proportioned, with big boobs; wide, swaying hips; and an ass that you could serve a meal on. I can’t help it. Just last year, I was normal -- skinny even -- but overnight, my new figure popped out, and I’m still not used to the Jessica Rabbit proportions.

Take last week, for example. I’d wandered down the hall past some meathead jocks. They were guys from the football team, and usually, it’s no big deal when I pass by them in the hallway. I’m used to being an invisible girl; probably half of the kids at my school wouldn’t be able to pick me out from a crowd. Except it was different this time. As I skulked by, chin down, the guys began nudging each other and whispering before one finally spoke.

“Nice rack,” Chip McCreighton had grunted. “Hubba hubba.”

I’d colored and picked up the pace so that I was practically speed walking before I rounded the corner and skidded to a stop. Once out of view of the jocks, I had taken a deep breath. The attention had felt so strange. I could still feel their male eyes on my ass, my back, my thighs, and my boobs. I’d thought it would feel demoralizing to be catcalled, but instead, it just felt … different. Like a tingly, shivery, and shaky kind of different. Sort of exciting, if I were to be honest about it. It was nice to have guys appreciate my assets, especially after years where I was nothing but a shadow. So I had flushed, bitten my lip, and floated down the hall with my head in the clouds, savoring the experience and storing the memory for long nights alone in my bed.

But even my new-found figure couldn’t get me a date for Homecoming. Oh no, I’m going stag because there’s no one waiting at the door with a corsage and a cheesy smile. I’ve resigned myself to getting ready with my friend Mindy as she waits for her boyfriend Homer to pick her up.

Homer is okay. He and Mindy have been “dating” since fifth grade. Homer is a gamer type. His latest fascination is Candy Crush Wild, which I think is a little juvenile for high school, but I guess Mindy doesn’t mind.

“Oh my god! I’m so excited! Homer said he’s going to get me a corsage!” Mindy babbles. “I told him purple since my dress is purple.”

I laugh a little because Mindy is so ridiculous. It isn’t just her dress that’s purple. She has purple eyeshadow, purple shoes, and a purple necklace, too. If you ask me, her attire might well earn her the nickname the Incredible Purple Walking Girl for the remainder of high school. But I bite down on my laugh and smile encouragingly.

“You look great,” I gush. “Homer’s going to love it.”

A little white lie has never killed anyone; besides, Mindy eats it up.

“I know. Look,” she giggles before pulling her dress up and flashing her undies – which, of course, are an eye-searing shade of violet.

“Oh my god,” I exclaim, stifling my laugh. “Those look really fancy. Where’d you get them?”

“Coeur de L’Amour,” she replies smugly, referring to a fancy French boutique in our neighborhood which sells all sorts of racy and lacy underthings. “I went there after school and picked up some stuff. Hope I’ll be able to use it tonight,” she murmurs wickedly.

Internally, I’m grossed out because Homer has a raging case of teen acne. It’s the kind that seeps fluid, and I wouldn’t be able to get up close and personal with the gangly boy myself, even if you paid me. But more power to Mindy if that’s what she wants. Different strokes for different folks, after all.

“I’m sure he’ll love it,” I say reassuringly. “What guy wouldn’t? You look amazing.”

“Really? Thanks, Eves. You’re a doll,” she adds, staring at herself in the mirror critically before deciding to apply another coat of blush. “What about you?” she asks, never taking her eyes off of her reflection. “What are your plans?” My best friend sucks in her cheeks so that she looks like a fish before carefully applying the additional make-up.

I blush. “Well, after you leave with Homer, I’m going to drive myself to the dance,” I mumble.

“What?” Mindy murmurs absentmindedly. Now she is reapplying lip gloss, in the color purple of course.

“I said I’m going to go by myself,” I say loudly this time. “It’s no big deal; I can handle it.”

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Advertisement My Boyfriend’s Boss Read Online Cassandra Dee, Kendall Blake http://www.books2020.com/my-boyfriends-boss-read-online-cassandra-dee-kendall-blake Tue, 09 May 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/my-boyfriends-boss-read-online-cassandra-dee-kendall-blake Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Authors: Cassandra Dee, Kendall Blake Advertisement

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My boyfriend has some serious problems. But I never thought he'd turn to his boss to solve them! This one is off-the-charts crazy and ridiculous between our innocent virgin and the alpha billionaire who always gets what he wants. But if you’re looking for a good time, then this book is gonna satisfy that craving. As always, read with an ice cold drink nearby because you’re going to need it! :) Love, Cassie and Kendall
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Chapter One

Daisy

“Daisy, I don’t know how much clearer I can be. You can’t pick up any more shifts this week. You can’t work more than forty hours. It’s company policy.”

I rubbed my temples and cradled the phone between my ear and shoulder. The television blared from the living room with some wrestling show that seemed to be more trash talking than actual fighting.

“Girl,” my fathered hollered from his recliner. “Get me another beer.”

I ignored him as I took stock of the refrigerator. “Mr. Herndon, it only puts me over for one hour. I can clock out for that hour and still work. Please.”

“And what happens if you get hurt?” he demanded. “What happens if a supervisor comes in? How are you going to work the register if you aren’t logged in? I’m sorry, Daisy. I can’t help you. See you next week.”

He hung up before I could argue my case any further. My heart sank a little and I closed my eyes. I’d had to use some of the money set aside for rent to pay for the overdue electric bill instead—before it got shut off. Without that extra shift, we’d really be scraping by.

“Girl!” my father yelled again. “My beer!”

Tossing the phone on the counter, I grabbed the bottle of beer and twisted off the top. We’d be in much better shape if my father didn’t drink all of our money away. Before I turned eighteen, I stashed cash around the house in an effort to hide it, but that turned out to be a horrible decision. My father always found the money and spent it before the bills could get paid. Now, I had a bank account, but my father demanded that his name go on it as well.

If he didn’t spend hundreds of dollars on beer and whiskey a month, we’d be doing just fine.

“Here you go, Daddy,” I said softly and handed the beer to him. He barely took his eyes off the screen as he reached up and grabbed it from my hand. “How was your day?”

“Shitty. How do you think my day was? I swear, sometimes you’re as stupid as your mother,” he growled. “Did you bring some dogs home for dinner?”

Plucking at the worn threads on the tattered green recliner, I tried to smile. “Sorry, Daddy. No hot dogs tonight. I reached my limit of freebies yesterday, remember?” Along with my minimum wage that really didn’t support us, the Fry and Grill let me have free food too—only we weren’t supposed to be bringing them home. Normally, the managers didn’t say anything, but when Jerry was working, he kept a sharp eye on what we walked out with.

“Ridiculous,” grunted my dad. “What’s the point of you working down there if you can’t feed me?” He reached for the remote to turn up the television, and I bit my lower lip. It wasn’t exactly a dream job. The place was crap; my employers were mostly stoners, two of my three managers tried on an hourly basis to get in my pants, and I walked home every night dressed in red and yellow stripes and smelling like a grease pan. Still, I got to meet new people every day, and that was nice.

“So what’s for dinner?” my father asked, not even lifting his eyes from the screen.

“I thought that we’d have breakfast for dinner. Scrambled eggs. Toast. I’ll fry up some ham to go with it,” I said brightly as I leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. “How does that sound?”

“Sounds like shit. I want steak.”

“Daddy, we don’t have any steak,” I reminded him quietly. The truth was that we barely had anything in the refrigerator except eggs, a few sandwich fixings, and beer. The pantry only had ramen, so after my father got his dinner, I’d boil one egg with some ramen for my own dinner to make our last few dollars spread a little further.

My father tipped the beer back and shrugged. “Whatever. I’m hungry.”

“Coming right up.” I headed back to the kitchen to start dinner. As I cracked a few eggs in a bowl and started scrambling them, the phone rang. Picking up the old-fashioned landline, I prayed that it wasn’t a debt collector. “Hello?”

“Daisy?” came a nasally female voice. I instantly winced. “It’s Rosaria. I want to talk to you father.”

“Of course, Rosaria. Nice to hear from you.” I gingerly tapped some salt onto the eggs, and stuck my head around the corner. “Daddy, it’s for you.”

He picked up the cordless next to the chair, and I closed the door before hanging up the phone. The last thing my night needed was to listen to my father talk to his girlfriend.

Because Rosaria hated me. I knew the reason even if it didn’t quite make sense. My father had apparently been handsome and popular in high school. As a talented football player, he had everything going for him. Colleges were lining up to recruit him until he got my mother pregnant. Their shotgun wedding took one second, and all other women were shut out of his life. Unfortunately, Rosaria never got over her high school crush, and resented my mother for her interference. And by extension, me.

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Advertisement The President, My Lover Read Online Cassandra Dee, Kendall Blake http://www.books2020.com/the-president-my-lover-read-online-cassandra-dee-kendall-blake Wed, 12 Apr 2017 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/the-president-my-lover-read-online-cassandra-dee-kendall-blake Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Authors: Cassandra Dee, Kendall Blake Advertisement

Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23818 (not accurate)
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Read Online Books/Novels:	The President, My Lover
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Cassandra Dee	Kendall Blake
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When I ordered a date from a website, I thought I knew what I was getting into. But I never expected my gigolo to be the President of the United States! Bridget’s had one too many bad dates. Desperate to feel wanted, she decides to turn to the professionals: Gold Medallion Escort Services, a company that provides handsome men ready to do your bidding. President Robert Carter is up to his elbows in politics and business. He doesn’t have time to relax, much less meet a woman through the normal channels. So when the opportunity to escort discreetly presents itself, the alpha seizes the chance … but he never expected to fall for the sassy brunette! Hey Readers – Clearly, we’re off the reservation (again) with this one. Or maybe not? But get ready to see some real filth as the romance develops between Bridget and President Carter. All we’ll say is that Bridget has a good shot at becoming First Lady, and we love the feisty BBW all the more for it :)
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CHAPTER ONE

Bridget

I slam the door behind me, unable to believe what just happened. Because I just got back from the worst date ever. And I mean, this doozy would make you laugh, vomit in your throat, and gasp all at the same time, it was that horrible.

Where to start? I flop on my couch, tossing my purse to the side while shucking off my high heels. Ouch, those hurt. But I wanted to look nice, so I put on a floral dress and heels, with a matching purse. True, details like these were often lost on guys, but my best friend Renee said that this guy Bryan would be hot. Like smokin’, irresistible hot, and I needed that desperately after a string of bad dates. I was ready to be swept off my feet, if only while staring into the deep blue eyes of handsome man.

But when I got to the restaurant, Bryan wasn’t there yet. Hmm, weird. I was ten minutes late and ashamed at making someone I’d never met wait. So it was weird that the guy was late because I thought guys always ran on time. But evidently, not Bryan with a “y.”

I took a seat at the bar, looking around, a little shy. It’s always been hard for me to sit alone in a public place. I’m the kind of girl who never goes to restaurants by myself, and even going to a movie by myself makes me feel lonely. Instead, I’d rather curl up at home with a good book and some bon-bons, diving into the world of Fabio romances where he inevitably whisks a highland princess off into the sunset. I know, my idea of a good time is boring, but I know what I like after so many years.

It’s just that after seven bad dates, I was desperate to feel attractive again. It’s like what my therapist says. You have to take chances, and putting myself out there once again would be painful, but ultimately, rewarding. Hopefully I’d find someone that I’d click with. So when Renee gushed on and on about Bryan, I’d eagerly agreed to meet him.

“You’ll love Bryan,” Renee enthused. “He’s tall. Like about six one and you know, his sister submitted him to Embellish Magazine’s Man of the Year contest and he won!”

I was impressed for sure, my eyes going wide. I’ve seen that contest before, and the guys who won were male model quality. So I leaned forward eagerly.

“Sure, I’ll go,” I said quickly. “When? Don’t make me wait weeks because you know what happens if you correspond for a really long time before actually meeting. Someone goes out of town, or someone loses interest. It’s always inevitable. The sooner the better,” I pressed.

Renee laughed.

“Sure, I’ll see if he can do sometime this week, but I’m not your personal secretary,” she scolded sassily. “I’m just gonna hand him your email and say that you’re pretty free. I’m not going to schedule the actual date for you.”

“Of course not!” I said quickly. “And thank you so much, Renee. You know that the past couple dates I’ve been on have been completely, absolutely, disgustingly bad. So I totally appreciate it. I owe you one!”

Renee burst into laughter on the other side of the phone call.

“I know, Bridge. It’s been tough for you. And after you came back from that date with the guy who turned out to be eighty, I had to do something for my best friend. So have fun with Bryan, okay? It’s gonna be fun,” she said with another laugh before clicking off.

But the date with Bryan had been bad. Worse than bad, it was godawful terrible, and I was surprised I’d made it out alive. Because we got off to an unpromising start from the very beginning. Although he was ten minutes late, the man swanned in like nothing was wrong, expecting the world to kow-tow at his feet. At least he was handsome like Bridget promised with dark brown hair and a cleft chin.

But looks only go so far, for men as well as women, because the moment he opened his mouth, I was utterly turned off.

“Well,” he said with a queenly air. “This isn’t quite the place I expected.”

I looked around. Sure, Hudson’s isn’t the swankiest place in New York City, but at the same time it was totally first-date appropriate. After being on the market for years, I know exactly how this stuff works. You have to pick a place that’s nice, but not too nice, otherwise you’re sending the wrong message. So no to McDonald’s, no to a five-star meal, but yes to a mid-level restaurant that had warm wood furniture, a happy hour crowd, and lots of strong drinks.

“Um hi,” I said tentatively, holding out my hand. “I’m Bridget. You’re Bryan?”

He nodded while taking my hand and giving it a limp, unenthusiastic shake. Unfortunately, the man’s grip was cold and a little damp, and I had to resist wiping my palm on my thigh afterwards. That would have been rude.

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