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Total pages in book: 60
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Marco's Redemption
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Marco Donati is rich, ruthless--and more often than not--indiscriminate. Interested only in satisfying his sexual needs casually and frequently, he has no intention of changing a thing about his life. Natalie Lambert is alone, broke, and new to the city when a chance encounter leaves her under the power and control of Marco Donati. As the story unfolds, tensions mount and trust is tested between two people who can't manage to stay away from each other.
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Marco's Redemption

Marco Donati threw on the brakes in rush hour traffic and heard the squeal of tires and the crunch of metal against metal at the same exact moment he felt the vicious jerk from behind. He expelled a breath as he negotiated a quick turn onto the shoulder of the freeway and waited for the car that had rear-ended him to do the same.

Hissing a curse for the delay and pain in the ass this was going to cause him, he glanced in the rearview mirror to see the small car pull onto the shoulder and come to a stop.

He didn't think the impact had been substantial enough to cause any bodily injury to the other driver, but he slid out of his car to make sure anyway.

As he walked to the back of his vehicle, he briefly inspected the mangled fender of his custom-ordered Audi A-8 that had, until minutes ago, been pristine. A streak of fluorescent green paint on the previously gleaming black enamel was a further insult to the sleek lines of his car.

As Marco approached the driver's side of the ancient green compact, he saw that it held only one person, a young female, and with an exaggerated hand gesture, he motioned for the window to be lowered.

The girl inside rolled the window down and Marco saw a face already white from shock. He couldn't see her eyes--they were covered in huge, dark sunglasses that almost completely dominated her small face.

He so didn't have time for this shit right now. "You all right?" he asked. The girl seemed shaky, but not in any pain that he could see.

"Yes. You didn't hurt me."

"I didn't hurt you? You slammed me from the rear," he interjected harshly.

"You stopped so fast!"

"Are you serious? We're on a freeway in rush hour traffic. Get real. Hand over your insurance information and driver's license and we'll get this over with."

She continued to watch him while her lower lip trembled and Marco thought she looked extremely young, although he couldn't pinpoint any one thing about her that gave him that idea. She could have been a teenager--or a woman full grown. There wasn't really any way for him to know with those huge sunglasses covering her eyes. He shifted his weight from one foot to the next as unease spread through him. There was absolutely no reason he should be feeling any guilt about this. There hadn't been a damn thing he could do to stop the collision.

"I realize that technically it was my fault. But I--" She stopped speaking when a eighteen-wheeler zoomed by. Her voice lacked strength as her eyes remained glued to the traffic speeding past and she made no move to give him the information he had requested.

Feeling his muscles tighten and his jaw clench, he made a swift decision, refusing to be moved by a pretty face, and slipped his phone from his pocket and began to punch in numbers.

"Wait." The word was a plea from the heart and he made the foolish mistake of pausing and looking into her face once again.

"Who are you calling?" she asked on a whisper.

"The police." The words were abrupt as the line of his mouth flattened.

"Please don't do that."

Her words were beseeching, and Marco found himself having to grit his teeth against them. "Why shouldn't I? Somebody's sure as sh--" he assessed her possible age once more and swiftly cleaned up his language. "Somebody's going to pay for the damage to my car." He quickly took in the state of her clothing and determined the approximate year of her vehicle. Everything he could see indicated a lack of money. He was so fucked. She probably didn't even have basic liability insurance. Receiving a citation from the police would put her in the wrong, guarantee her insurance would pay--if she had any--and it would make him feel so much better.

Her face paled and she began to shake her head. "It'll be okay, I promise it will. Just don't call the police. Please. That will only make matters worse."

He hesitated only fractionally. "Maybe you should call your father."

Her face froze in lines of tension that hardened almost imperceptibly. "I don't have a father. This is my cousin's car."

Two lone tears made tracks down her face and she lifted her hands and scrubbed at them quickly, obviously trying to get a hold of herself. The tears made her appear heartbreakingly fragile and made him feel like a supreme dick. Marco hesitated another fateful moment as he watched her, his guts tightening. No doubt it would make matters worse for her if he called the police. He was a bit incredulous that he actually felt sorry for her, but at the same time, he was suspicious she might be playing him. "Let me see your license," he said in a voice that softened only minimally.

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Advertisement Rule’s Obsession Read Online Lynda Chance (House of Rule #1) http://www.books2020.com/rules-obsession-1-read-online-lynda-chance Sat, 02 Jul 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/rules-obsession-1-read-online-lynda-chance Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult Authors: Lynda Chance Series: The House of Rule Series by Lynda Chance
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Rule's Obsession (The House of Rule #1)
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An alpha-male like no other: Damian Rule is an ultra-staid businessman who likes his life just so. He wears his hair cut short; he demands his business affairs be organized, and he insists that his women be impeccably groomed and conservative in both speech and appearance. When he meets Angie Ross for the first time, he sees a hot, beautiful, gothic mess. With her fishnet stockings and spiked leather cuffs, she's wildly inappropriate for his long term needs. But for the short term? She'll do just fine. From the author of USA Today's 'Sarah's Surrender', Lynda Chance brings you: Rule's Obsession. With a style reminiscent of 'Pursuit' and 'Marco's Redemption', 'Rule's Obsession' is a steamy, stand-alone book with no cliffhangers.
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Chapter One

Damian Rule sat in the reception area of the sports-themed hair salon and wondered for the hundredth time why in the hell he continued to come to this place. It was inconvenient, far out of the way of both his condo and his downtown office. Furthermore, the ambiance was intrusive; the lighting was harsh and a continual stream of commentaries about sporting events that he didn't give a shit about blared from several flat-screen televisions scattered around.

As he surveyed the room with set features, he acknowledged that the employees who worked here and the clientele that frequented this establishment weren't the type of people he usually mixed with. But he'd come in one day out of desperation for a haircut when he'd been on this side of town, and he'd been coming back ever since. True, the stylist here did a fairly decent job, but certainly not so amazing that he couldn't do without her.

As the woman in question came to get him for his appointment and immediately started babbling and rummaging through the top drawer in her unit before she began, Damian tuned her out and let his eyes wander around the part of the room that he could observe from the reflection in the mirror.

He didn't see what he was looking for right away, but he continued to watch the mirror. The place was busy; it always was. Several stylists moved around, either standing at their stations tending to cuts, or leading customers to and from the row of sinks. After a few more minutes of patient observation, his diligence was rewarded with a slight motion at the back of the store that caught his attention. Ahhhh. . . there she was.

Her dark head was bent over something she was mixing in a small bowl, and at the sight of her feminine form and downcast eyes, Damian felt the same tightening in his groin that he felt every time he saw her. As he continued to watch her, he acknowledged to himself exactly what it was that kept bringing him back to this particular salon time and time again. He didn't come here for the location, or for the stylist who cut his hair, or for the sporting events that were broadcast during business hours. It was none of those things.

It was the woman he was looking at now. The stylist who held his attention, the one who went by the name of Angie.

Damian rolled the syllables through his head and let the connotation of the name bring an image to his brain. Angie. Angela. Angel.

His mouth twisted into a smirk. Angel. Yeah, right.

The girl didn't resemble an angel in any way, shape or form. Unless, of course, you counted the fact that she could undoubtedly take him to heaven with those full lips of hers.

Fuck.

He needed to get her out of his mind; he knew he did. But how the hell was he supposed to accomplish that when he kept letting his dick lead him back here every time he needed a damn haircut? He'd been coming here, watching her for months. It was absolutely, undeniably, fucking amazing that Damian had been able to sit still and only observe her for this long. She did shit to his insides, that . . . fuck. He took a deep breath and steeled his guts. He didn't want to think about what she did to his insides.

Unable to fight the compulsion, he continued to watch her, as if his eyes were magnets drawn to metal. His cock swelled against his jeans as he studied her. Yeah, an angel, she wasn't. In fact, she was possibly just the opposite. Although she moved with an unconscious grace, the girl certainly wasn't peaches and cream; no, she had the darkly intoxicating look of wickedness about her. She was a feminine, appealing, begging to be fucked little devil.

She was a hot, slender, gothic mess.

She looked to be about medium in height, maybe smaller, but he couldn't really tell because she always wore black platform heels that boosted her height and made the legs beneath the black fishnet stockings look amazing. He had no way of knowing if she always wore short skirts, or if it was just his luck, but every time he saw her, she was in a skirt so short it almost made him come, just from watching her. She was totally amazing, totally fuckable. . . absolutely fuckable enough to keep him coming back here just to get another look at her, over and over again, no matter how much he fought against it.

Each time he walked in here, he expected to find that his mind and his libido had only been playing tricks on him. There was no way she could be as hot as he'd imagined the time before.

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Advertisement Rule’s Property Read Online Lynda Chance (House of Rule #2) http://www.books2020.com/rules-property-2-read-online-lynda-chance Fri, 01 Jul 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/rules-property-2-read-online-lynda-chance Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult Authors: Lynda Chance Series: The House of Rule Series by Lynda Chance
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When Courtney Powell is orphaned at seventeen, she loses everything: her parents, her friends, the basic security she's always known. Drowning under debilitating sorrow, she moves to St. Louis to live with her newly widowed godmother. From the beginning, the woman's grown children accept her into their family . . . but there's something about the middle brother that causes an inexplicable wariness within her. Time goes by as Courtney struggles to overcome her grief. When she finally emerges some years later, it becomes apparent that somewhere along the way, without her input and much to her anxiety, she's become Nick Rule's exclusive property.
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Prologue

Six years before

Closing her eyes, Courtney leaned back in the bathtub and searched for a single hint of happiness. When she came up with nothing, she opened her eyes with a sigh of defeat. Picking up a handful of bubbles, she let them slowly sift through her fingers.

An eighteenth birthday was supposed to be fun, exciting, happy.

For her, the day held none of those things. Since she'd moved into the Rule household the year before, her only goal had been to keep breathing. It wasn't as if she was suicidal, because she wasn't. All she wanted was for time to pass so that the grief in her heart would begin to fade.

She didn't care if her life was boring. Her heart was so full of anguish that it didn't matter to her that she had no close friends nearby. Her sole purpose in life was to keep living, moving forward, day by miserable day. In her heart, she realized that she was doing little more than existing, not truly living her life. Still, the tiniest glimmer of hope remained that one day, she'd be able to finally want to live again, that she'd find love and happiness, that finally, she'd no longer be so alone.

She inhaled deeply and held the air in her lungs. Closing her eyes, she sank underneath the water and began to count. How long could she hold her breath? Did it even matter? When exactly would her life get better? When would the pain lessen and the shock begin to recede?

Losing one's parents at such an early age couldn't be anything less than devastating, but surely after almost a full year, things should have begun to look better? Of course, she knew it wasn't that simple. She hadn't only lost her parents; she'd been separated from her friends as well, because the Rules lived in St. Louis, far, far away from her home state of Florida. And she'd had no choice but to leave Florida; she had no one else and nowhere to go. Neither of her parents had had siblings, and Courtney had been born so late in their lives that her grandparents were gone as well. She'd been left with no relatives at all . . . no siblings, no aunts, no uncles, no cousins . . . nothing.

She surged to the top of the water and sat up, taking a deep breath, forcing oxygen into her starved lungs.

Everyone here had been so nice to her. Mrs. Rule had been her mother's best friend, as well as Courtney's godmother, and after the accident, she'd taken Courtney in without so much as a blink. "You mustn't ever call me Mrs. Rule, darling. This is your home now and it always will be. My family is your family now, I want you to know that."

"What should I call you?" Courtney remembered asking through a haze of pain.

A look of extreme sympathy had touched the older woman's features as she'd wrapped her arms around Courtney. "I'd offer to let you call me mother, but we both know Jenny was your mother and I can't ever take her place, nor would I want to. Do you want to call me Justine?"

"Okay."

"Even though she was a few years older than me, your mom was my best friend." The older woman had swallowed, as if trying to contain her own pain, looking as if it took everything she had not to cry. She'd cleared her throat and continued quietly, "I loved her like a sister. We'll mourn her and remember her together, shall we?"

Courtney knew it hadn't been as easy on her godmother as the woman had let on; her own husband had died suddenly of a heart attack, only six months before, and Courtney knew that he'd been the love of Justine's life. Courtney tried not to think of herself as a therapeutic pet project for her new guardian, because that wasn't fair to Justine, but sometimes, that's how she felt.

All of Justine's children had already been grown and out of the house when Courtney came to live with her. All three of her sons, as well as her youngest, Erin, who was only a little over a year older than Courtney, but who'd already left for college by the time Courtney came to St. Louis. She visited a lot on the weekends and was nice to Courtney when she saw her. It was as if the other girl was glad someone was at home with Justine, so she didn't have to feel guilty for leaving and going away to college when her mother was still mourning the loss of her husband so intensely.

Courtney admitted that Erin was sweet; every time she saw her, the other girl would try to put her at ease and make her feel as if she'd actually joined their family. Erin teasingly called her 'little sister', as if they shared a deeper connection than they really did.

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When Max Villarreal finds out about the existence of Erin Rule, he realizes she could be the means for the perfect retaliation against the Rule Corporation. When he meets her for the first time, he immediately wants her for himself. Yes, revenge and relief. Who knew it would be as easy as taking candy from a baby?
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Prologue

Maximo Santiago Villarreal rode the elevator to the top of his building, his anger almost uncontrollable, especially after enduring the tedious flight from Florida. The Keys were always beautiful, but he was relieved to be back in his office in Houston even if he was about to blow a fuse from the information he’d stumbled upon while in Florida. He strode down the corridor, barely glancing at his secretary who manned his inner sanctum as he barked, “I want Luis Diaz in my office, now.”

After ten years, Carol Jennings was used to his ways and wasn’t flustered in the least. “Yes, sir.”

He slammed the door between them and stalked to the bank of windows that overlooked the western skyline of downtown. The sky was a cloudless blue, the weather more than pleasant, but he saw none of that. His mind wasn’t on the beauty of the day or even on the appointments he had scheduled for that afternoon; he was too pissed to concentrate on anything else. He was so enraged he could taste it.

He was out for fucking blood and he wanted it, now.

As he stood with his legs braced apart, he attempted to gain control over the pounding in his head, but it was useless. At the knock on his door, he turned and barked, “Enter.” Carol opened the door, allowing Luis Diaz to walk into his office.

From experience, she said nothing, only shutting the door and leaving Max alone with the younger man he was about to interrogate. Luis Diaz stood still, barely meeting his eyes, the tension around his mouth speaking for itself. The nervousness the man exuded failed to soothe Max, it didn’t even begin to appease the hot rush of anger he was feeling. He cracked his knuckles, forcing himself not to give in to the urge to launch himself at the other man. He watched his employee, his lips curling into a snarl as he tilted his head, indicating one of two chairs that faced his desk.

Diaz glanced at him cautiously before taking a seat.

Max remained standing, his hands fisted at his sides while he stared at the younger man. The silence became deafening as Diaz began shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Max paced a few steps, leaving his employee to sweat for a few more seconds before finally lashing out, “What is it that you do for me? What do I pay you for?”

The man licked his lips, stalling before answering in a halting manner, “I monitor the Rule Corporation’s movements, sir.”

“Yes, you do—that’s the one assignment you’re responsible for. Watching the Rule Corporation and their cutthroat business practices.” Max felt his tension rise another notch. “I pay you a shit fuck ton of money so I can stay at least three steps ahead of those motherfuckers in all things, isn’t that right?”

Diaz cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Yes, sir.”

“You’re supposed to tell me everything about those three goddamn brothers and their motherfucking corporation—that’s the reason I pay you a ridiculously high salary, isn’t that correct?”

The man paled. “Yes, sir.”

The agreement only pissed Max off further. “Let’s go over your job description one more time, shall we?” he snarled sarcastically. “When those motherfuckers purchase a block of stock—I want to know about it. When they start sniffing around a piece of real estate, I want to know where the property’s located—how much it’s worth.” He narrowed his eyes and stared at the man who was now clearly sweating in his seat before continuing harshly, “When one of those fuckers takes so much as a goddamn piss, I want to know about it. Are we clear on that?”

“Y-yes, sir,” Diaz said hesitantly, telling Max that the younger man didn’t understand exactly how he’d fucked up, only that he had fucked up.

Max crossed his arms over his chest, wanting the man to suffer a few more moments before lowering his boom, so he questioned softly, “How long have I been relying on you to do this job for me?”

“About . . . about two years, sir.”

Max took a breath, trying to clear his head, and sat down behind his desk. He clenched his teeth and continued to stare the other man down. “So why the fuck am I only now becoming aware of the fact that they have a younger sister?” he shouted. He paused and tried to regain control but it was next to impossible. “And I found out that pertinent piece of information on my own! They have a goddamn sister and you’ve failed to mention that fact?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?”

The younger man swallowed noticeably. “I didn’t think it was the kind of information you were looking for. You said you wanted to know about the Rule brothers and the Rule Corporation. I had no idea the sister was relevant to what you needed.”

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Advertisement Rule’s Addiction Read Online Lynda Chance (House of Rule #3) http://www.books2020.com/rules-addiction-3-read-online-lynda-chance Thu, 30 Jun 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/rules-addiction-3-read-online-lynda-chance Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult Authors: Lynda Chance Series: The House of Rule Series by Lynda Chance
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Maria Alvarez is her own woman and always has been. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself, so when Garrett Rule storms into her life with inflexible demands and an agenda of his own, she has no choice but to fight back. Garrett Rule has no room in his life for conniving, bitchy women. When he finds himself inconveniently obsessed with Maria Alvarez, the most conspiring woman of them all, he doesn’t know which is stronger, his need to punish her or the need he feels to have her under his complete sexual control. Luckily for him, he doesn’t plan on choosing; he’ll take both.
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Prologue

As Garrett Rule lay in bed in yet another obscure hotel room on the other side of the world, he didn’t bother fighting the recurring fantasy he’d been having for weeks.

Just the memory of her voice was controlling his actions; she had him that fucking addicted.

Sliding his fingers down the planes of his stomach, he fisted his throbbing cock, and closed his eyes in both relief and irritation.

Goddamn her . . .he was well and truly obsessed and he’d never even seen her.

His mouth flattening into lines of aggravation, his eyes opened as he blew out a breath, staring at the ceiling, his cock throbbing in his hand, demanding relief. He tried to put off the inevitable for a few more seconds, but his goddamn dick was in full control; the testosterone fueling his bloodstream was going to win the struggle for control. Giving up, he pumped his hand once, twice, letting the memory of her throaty, husky cadence slide through his brain. He fully understood the situation even though he cared little for it; she was a goddamned preoccupation that he couldn’t control.

As he continued to jack-off to a hazy, frustratingly faceless vision in his mind, he knew he had to find a way to exorcise the sorcery of her allure. His teeth gritted as his cock engorged by another degree, as if it had a mind of its own, as if pissed that his big head would try to keep him from having her.

He hated what she was doing to him. She was tearing him in two . . . fucking with his ability to keep his mind on his job. Almost worse than that, the memory of her feminine, sultry voice was obliterating his desire to screw another woman. His desire? Hell, he didn’t even think about other women . . . probably couldn’t get it up for one if he tried.

All he wanted was her . . . Maria Alvarez. The name sent a wave of heat down his spine and a drop of pre-cum formed on the head of his erection. Son-of-a-bitch. He knew what he wanted . . . he wanted to hear her speak in person; he wanted to ram his cock down the feminine throat the sultry voice belonged to. The erotic thought had his hand moving faster, his eyes shutting out everything but the memory of her voice as he pumped up and down, over and over, faster and faster. He imagined her taking him into her mouth, taking him so far to the back of her throat that she almost gagged with it.

The vision in his head told him her hair would be as dark as his, so in his mind’s eye, his fingers tangled in tresses of gleaming silk. Holding her tightly by her dark brown hair, with one hand wrapped around her throat, he controlled her with his hands and fucked her mouth repeatedly. In and out, deeper and deeper. A groan ripped from his throat. Ahhhhh. . .His abs tightened, his hand jerked as he exploded in orgasm, his seed erupting and shooting onto the corded muscles of his stomach.

Jesus. His heartbeat remained elevated for several long moments, until finally, it slowed, and his breathing steadied.

He reached over and grabbed a couple of tissues from the bedside table. The fact that she was an obsession, an addiction, was an admission that he’d needed to make for weeks now. But even though he’d acknowledged his weakness, it didn’t help the situation . . . maybe when he finally saw her tomorrow, this ridiculous fascination he had for her would disappear. He knew it had to; no woman could live up to the fantasy he’d created in his imagination.

Yeah, his trip to Florida should do the trick.

He had to admit, he’d been relieved when Courtney, honorary family member and the Rule Corporation’s newest employee, had called and complained about the girl. Courtney had been so angry that she’d wanted to fire Maria on the spot, but Garrett hadn’t cared for the idea, not a damn bit. Fire Maria? Send her off into the world where he’d probably never be able to locate her if he tried? Never get to see the little witch who was making him so hard that he continued to explode with it time and time again? No fucking way. His cock had immediately rebelled at the idea, swelling and jumping against his stomach, letting him know in no uncertain terms that nobody was firing that girl until he’d had the pleasure of fucking her first.

That was, if he still wanted to fuck her after he’d actually seen her . . . his fantasies might dissolve in an instant, and truthfully, he hoped that they would.

Courtney had been resolute, complaining about the other girl’s manipulations, assuring him that Maria wasn’t a team player and that she was doing everything in her power to drag out the remodel of the hotel the corporation had recently purchased. Garrett had believed Courtney at once; she was like a sister to him—hell, his mother had brought the girl home to live with them when she’d been orphaned as a teenager—and she’d been so upset that Garrett had known she wasn’t exaggerating.

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