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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)

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He’d do anything to protect her. She just wants him to stay.

Daniel Boucher has waited over a century to find his fated mate. The moment he hears Rosemary Whitlock’s voice, he knows—she’s it. Smart, capable, and already entangled in vampire affairs, Rosemary is nothing like the fragile human he expected. But with mates being hunted and war brewing in the shadows, Daniel will do whatever it takes to protect her, even if that means keeping her at a distance.

What he doesn’t see is how much that distance is tearing them apart.

Rosemary isn’t new to this world. With mated vampire-human godparents and a lifetime of witnessing what real bonded partnerships look like, Daniel’s sudden disappearances feel less like protection and more like rejection. She’s not the type to sit back and wait to be rescued—and she won’t let herself be left behind.

As the Bouchers close in on a deadly truth, love and loyalty are tested from every side. And if Daniel and Rosemary can’t bridge the growing rift between them, their bond may not survive what’s coming.

Is fate enough to hold them together when everything else is pulling them apart?

Perfect for fans of J.R. Ward and Kresley Cole, this steamy paranormal romance blends fated mates, adventure romance, simmering tension, and a love tested by danger at every turn. Start reading!

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PROLOGUE

Istared at the small dip in the sheet between my baby brother’s head and torso. It didn’t matter that his body was shielded from view. Everyone in the room knew what had been done to his body.

Ezekiel had been tortured. Slowly. Agonizingly. Ripped into pieces like a slab of meat.

My baby brother, who’d driven me crazy since the moment he could crawl, was gone. He’d never again steal my motorcycle and bring it back beaten to hell. He’d never call me over and over again until I agreed to go with him to Egypt or India or Amsterdam on a whim. He’d never steal the edge piece of my mother’s brownies off my plate again, never tackle me from behind on the sparring mats, never grin at me mischievously right before he did something completely unhinged.

I wasn’t sure what death entailed. No one was. It was impossible to know if the end came quickly, like a snap of the fingers, or if it took a while, like drifting to the center of a lake when your raft came unmoored, but whichever it was, I prayed that it had been peaceful. Zeke deserved that much after what he’d gone through.

It felt as if a piece of me had been torn away, and the space left empty gaped wide, the edges ragged.

Rage on a level that I’d never felt before rose in my chest until it felt like I could open my mouth and breathe fire. The room flickered, a red haze clouding my vision for a moment and then disappearing again.

My brother Chance gripped my bicep, giving it a squeeze in warning.

“You have all that you need from him?” my father asked the commandant of Vampire Command.

I’d fought for Arthur Carruthers for years. Bled for him. Killed for him. I’d answered every call and followed every order.

Now, I could barely look at him.

I was done.

I ignored Arthur’s response and everything that followed as I put one foot in front of the other, following my father and brothers out of the morgue. It took every piece of focus I had to climb the stairs and walk through the nondescript building, passing the Vampires working their administrative jobs like the world hadn’t just crashed down around us.

They’d known Zeke had been captured. I would’ve bet every dollar in my accounts that they’d been on their little computers, their fingers flying over their keyboards, searching for any kind of information that would help them get my brother back. They’d analyzed the odds, called in favors, searched records for his team’s strengths and weaknesses, and planned and replanned the rescue mission.

But not one of them had called any of his brothers.

I wished every one of them dead.

The flight home was a blur, and the freedom I usually felt with my hands on the controls and nothing but air and space around me was absent. The only thing I felt was relief that I was closed into the cockpit, away from the grief of the others.

I already knew how things would play out. My mother’s devastation would be overwhelming. My father’s rage would rattle the earth. Ambrose would grow more protective and desperate to find answers. Beau’s disillusionment with the world would grow, and he’d become more distant than he already was. Chance would be unable to contain his need to say the most offensive thoughts that popped into his head, an impulse he’d barely contained before.

None of them would recover. None would ever be the same.

I would have to be the calm in the center of the storm.

I was used to that.

I was the easygoing brother. The hard-to-rattle brother. The kind brother, the friendly brother, the never-caused-a-moment’s-worry brother.

Since the day I turned six years old, I’d trained myself to be all of those things.

I used the silence around me to find the peace I needed. By the time we touched down on the private landing strip at home, I had pushed down every bit of emotion, every agonizing vision of what Zeke had gone through, the urge for vengeance, and the pulsating rage into a small box in the back of my mind.

Only a hundred years of conditioning kept that box from breaking open as I stepped through the cockpit door and realized what my brothers were discussing.

“Do we really believe that this wasn’t a targeted blow?” Chance asked, his eyes landing on each of us quickly, like he couldn’t figure out where to look.

“Fuck no,” Beau replied darkly. “They knew what they were doing.”

“They were trying to figure out what would kill him,” I said quietly. It was the only thing that made sense. “Worked their way through⁠—”

“Enough,” my father barked, his hand slashing through the air. “That’s enough.”

It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the plane. My ears rang.

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Advertisement Craving Harper (The Aces’ Sons #15) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.books2020.com/craving-harper-the-aces-sons-15-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Wed, 07 Jan 2026 10:40:34 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/craving-harper-the-aces-sons-15-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Harper White is an overachiever. She’s never met a problem she couldn’t solve. She doesn’t fail.

So, when she’s fired from her job and flees home to hide from the world, she isn’t interested in anything but wallowing with a good book in her childhood bed.

She absolutely has no plans to share a drunken kiss with a completely inappropriate man at her cousin’s birthday party.

She’s definitely not interested in starting any kind of relationship with him, considering everyone thinks he belongs with someone else.

Sebastian Banks doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. After years of knowing Harper, he suddenly can’t look at her without remembering that kiss.

The chemistry between them is like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

He just has to find a way to convince Harper that taking a chance to see where things go is worth the inevitable drama that ensues.

Neither of them realizes is that a sense of failure isn’t the only thing that followed Harper home from her last job. There are forces at work that are bigger than they know.

If they don’t unravel the threads tying Harper to the danger that follows her, their chance of a happily ever after will end before it can even begin

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Chapter 1

Harper

My brother called me a brainiac. My parents liked to slide in little comments about grades, test scores, and eventually my career into any conversation they were having. Even my grandparents liked to mention how the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree when first my grandpa, then my mom, and then I had shown an extraordinary acuity with numbers and patterns. My intelligence was just a fact. Like my brown hair and my blue eyes. Like the glasses I’d worn since I was nine and the way I could bend my thumbs back to touch my wrist.

“You’ll find something else,” I muttered breezily as I flew around the room, packing the few items that actually belonged to me. “This isn’t the end of the world. You’re a freaking rockstar. Companies will beg you to work for them. It’s not like Paige will fire you.”

The furnished corporate apartment was still available for the rest of the week, but now that I’d walked out on my project, I was anxious to get on the road. Well, to the airport, really. I was currently driving a company-provided rental car that I’d also have to give back.

While it was pretty generous of them to give me a week to return everything, we both knew that they were trying to keep me happy. After the way they’d tried to get me to skew numbers and interpret data the way they wanted, they were lucky that all I’d done was quit. I’d signed an NDA, but that didn’t apply to criminal investigations. I’d been playing phone tag with my boss for the past four days, trying to update her on the situation, but eventually I hadn’t even felt comfortable inside their building anymore.

I’d worked for my firm for four years, but this was the first time they’d sent me to a business that didn’t actually want our help. I was a problem solver. I studied a company’s records to find where they were excelling and where they were falling short, whether it was in sales or investments or a hundred other ways. I didn’t tell them how to fix the situation, that was someone else’s job. I just followed the patterns. Numbers didn’t lie, and while you could skew them to look a certain way, there was a limit to what I was willing to fudge.

There were far more noble ways to end up in prison.

The entire situation had left a bad taste in my mouth, and I couldn’t wait to get back to Eugene.

I missed my parents and my brother. I missed being able to go out for a drink with my cousins or stop by my grandparents’ house around dinnertime. I missed the fresh air and the way the trees smelled when it rained.

I’d traveled all over the United States, sometimes staying in one place for a week and sometimes for months, but nowhere had ever felt like home. Not like Oregon.

Hurrying to the bathroom, I scooped everything off the counter into my toiletry bag and glanced at myself in the mirror. My glasses had fallen down my nose, my hair was huge, and I’d spilled something down the front of my shirt.

Super professional and polished.

At least I hadn’t looked like that when I’d gone into the office that morning and told the CEO, “just call me Max” Graber, that I would no longer be working with his company. To say he’d been pissed was an understatement. He hadn’t yelled, if anything, he’d spoken more quietly than normal—but the look in his eyes had been awful.

That look had followed me back to my soulless apartment. I couldn’t seem to shake it.

He hadn’t implied any sort of retaliation. He hadn’t even tried to convince me to stay. He’d just pointed me to the HR department and shut his office door. It was all very civil.

So, there wasn’t any real reason that I’d changed into travel clothes and frantically started packing my bags the minute I’d walked through the door. It was just a feeling. An instinct. Something in my gut that said I needed to get the fuck out of there—even if I couldn’t explain it.

I knew better than to ignore it.

Within an hour of getting back to my apartment, I’d booked a flight, packed my things, and was pulling my large suitcase and carry-on to the elevator in my building. My flight wasn’t for a few hours still, but I’d feel better once I’d returned the rental car and made my way past security.

The drive to the airport was a nightmare. Traffic didn’t seem to let up, no matter what time of day it was, so I was stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic for forty-five minutes. The hair on the back of my neck was still tingling, and my sense of urgency felt like a living, breathing thing as I inched forward on the freeway.

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Advertisement Blood & Bond (The Bouchers #2) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.books2020.com/blood-bond-the-bouchers-2-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:03:19 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/blood-bond-the-bouchers-2-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Bouchers Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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A bond neither asked for. A war they never saw coming.

Ambrose Boucher isn’t looking for love—he’s looking for blood. After the brutal murder of his younger brother, vengeance is all that fuels him. Step track down the mysterious mate his brother died protecting. Step burn the shadowy organization behind it all to the ground. But fate has other plans. Instead of Zeke’s mate, Ambrose finds his own—and she’s the last person ready to believe in destiny.

Lucille Franklin knows exactly what being a vampire’s mate means. She watched her brother fall headfirst into a bond that was beautiful… until it turned tragic. With vampires being hunted and their mates targeted, Lucy swore she’d never let herself get pulled into that world. But Ambrose is impossible to ignore—relentless, dangerous, and already tangled in the grief that nearly broke her once before.

As the Bouchers dig deeper into a deadly conspiracy, Lucy and Ambrose are forced to rely on a bond she never wanted and a connection he can’t control. But when enemies close in and secrets unravel, trusting each other might be the only way to survive.

Can a love forged in loss be strong enough to rewrite fate—or will history repeat itself in blood?

Perfect for fans of J.R. Ward and Kresley Cole, this spicy paranormal romance delivers fated mates, emotional angst, protective vampires, and a slow-burn intensity that ignites into fire

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Ambrose

The room smelled like death. Even the chemicals they used to clean and the little air freshener in the corner couldn’t hide it. A morgue smelled like dead bodies. It was impossible to make it smell like anything else.

I stared blankly at the body draped in a clean white sheet.

Logically, I knew that they hadn’t made a mistake. They knew what my baby brother looked like. They had records of his DNA and fingerprints. Vampire Command didn’t make those kinds of errors. They wouldn’t have brought us all the way there if they hadn’t been sure.

I still couldn’t make myself believe it.

There were pieces of him on that table, lined up like they were about to sew him back together again. It was revolting, abhorrent, and there was no need. They weren’t hiding anything by placing him that way. They weren’t helping anything. Every single one of us could see that our youngest brother—my father’s youngest son—had been chopped up like meat about to be sent to a butcher.

“You know who did this?” my father asked, his voice hoarse.

“Strike Team Three eliminated all of them,” the commandant replied. He sounded nervous. Good. “It took them less than a day to get back into the compound.”

“Why weren’t we informed?” I ground out. We should’ve known the moment he’d been taken.

The commandant’s face paled. “It was a fluid situation.”

“Bullshit,” I replied flatly.

“How much less than a day?” my brother, Chance, asked angrily. “A fucking hour? You can’t tell me this didn’t take a while.”

I forced myself to unclench my fists. Killing the commandant of the United States Vampire Command wouldn’t bring my brother back, even if it would feel really fucking good for a few moments.

“It took them twelve hours,” the commandant replied.

I couldn’t believe that we’d always considered him like an uncle. Arthur had been friends with my father for longer than any of us had been alive. They’d fought together before my father met my mother, and they’d stayed close through our childhoods. Now, I could barely stand to look at the fucking coward.

“We should’ve been there,” my brother, Danny, said. “We should’ve known.”

“We did know,” my other brother, Beau, replied. “All of us knew.”

He was right. We had known that something was wrong, but we hadn’t known what. There had always been a connection between the five of us, a little niggling feeling in the back of our minds when one of the others was hurt. But it wasn’t as simple as knowing immediately which one of us it was or what the problem was. The four of us had reached out immediately, checking on the others, and Zeke had been the only one we hadn’t been able to find.

“You’re sure this was some small group and not part of a larger⁠—”

The commandant cut our father off. It was either very brave or very stupid. “They were locals who noticed that the team didn’t get injured like they should’ve,” he said. “They knew what we were, and when given the opportunity⁠—”

“How the hell did they even have the opportunity?” I barked. That theory didn’t make any sense. “How the fuck did they keep him down?”

“That we don’t know,” Arthur replied.

“And no one thought to ask?” Chance scoffed.

“I give you my word⁠—”

“Fuck your word,” Beau said darkly, glaring at the commandant.

“Bjorn,” my father chided.

“It’s all right, Erik,” Arthur murmured. “This is unprecedented aggression.”

“What the hell did you all expect when you went public?” Danny asked incredulously.

“We went public sixty-four years ago, Daniel,” Arthur replied. “And since that time, targeted assaults have been minimal. The benefits of no longer having to hide our species from the rest of the world far outweigh the consequences of living openly.”

He was wrong. The assaults hadn’t been minimal. Vampires just chose to deal with them when they happened instead of running to daddy every time someone spat in their cereal. The only time anyone notified command was when they needed help cleaning up a mess.

“Tell that to our brother.” Danny spat.

“We’re doing everything in our power to make sure that this is an isolated event and not part of a larger plot,” Arthur said placatingly.

He was so full of shit. I couldn’t believe he was actually spouting that nonsense to our faces. No one in that room believed that some random group of humans had been able to take down a Vampire in his prime without serious planning and resources.

“You have all that you need from him?” my father asked after a moment of all of us staring at Arthur like he’d lost his mind.

“We do,” Arthur replied.

“I’ll expect him by dusk tonight,” my father informed him.

“I don’t know if it’ll be possible to…” Arthur sputtered.

“Tonight, Arthur. No later.” He reached out and touched my youngest brother’s head softly before cutting a small lock of hair.

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Advertisement Steadfast (The Kelly Family #1) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.books2020.com/steadfast-the-kelly-family-1-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:07:55 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/steadfast-the-kelly-family-1-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Kelly Family Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Aoife Kelly has things under control.

After four years of school, work, and raising her four younger siblings, she can handle pretty much anything.
She’s even managed to carve out time for her boyfriend, Richie, and now that she’s graduated from high school, Aoife figures that things will only get easier.

Except, Richie’s making long term plans that Aoife doesn’t believe will ever be possible for her, their mom keeps disappearing, and the kids are growing out of all of their clothes.

When some neighbors call the police because her youngest brother can’t stay off the roof, it’s up to Aoife to convince her mom to play the doting parent. She’s sure that if they can convince the outside world that everything is fine, she’ll be able to keep all of her siblings safe with her.

She’ll do anything to keep them together.
Even if it costs her everything.

Come meet the Kelly family before Cian “Wanker” Kelly found his way to the Aces MC… you may even recognize a few old friends.

This novella includes a strong heroine, an emotionally available hero, four annoying younger siblings, a getaway car, and plenty of spice

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CHAPTER 1

Aoife

My life has been defined by two things,

the love I have for my siblings and my ability to survive.

“Don’t stop,” I mumbled, gripping the edge of my desk. I tipped my ass up further, groaning, and dropped my forehead against the wood as I came. A chuckle came from behind me as I gasped for air, and a few moments later, I felt a kiss between my shoulder blades and a light breeze against me as we separated.

Downstairs the house filled with noise as the front door was thrown open and slammed shut again.

“Shit,” I grumbled, straightening.

I twisted and reached for the jeans I’d dropped on the floor. Kicking my underwear toward the dirty clothes pile in the corner, I hopped sideways, pulling the pants up my legs without them. My shirt and bra had been tossed onto my nightstand and as soon as I found them, I yanked them both over my head, barely pulling them into place before I was gently tackled onto the bed.

“You think they know we’re here?” Richie murmured, grinning against my lips. Bracing an arm beside me, he rolled us so his back was to the door, and I was partially hidden.

“It’s cute that you think they’d assume we weren’t,” I replied dryly, still a little breathless as I adjusted my shirt. I looked him over. “You’re getting better at throwing your clothes back on.”

“They do seem to have a strange type of homing beacon when it comes to you.” He grinned, completely unbothered by the noise coming from downstairs. “I’ve had some practice getting my clothes back on in a hurry. Once I realized any shirts with buttons were a terrible idea, I think we turned a corner.”

I laughed. “Are you going to that party tonight?” I asked, reaching over the edge of the bed as I heard feet pounding up the stairs.

“Without you?” Richie scoffed. “No.”

“You could go.”

“It isn’t any fun without you there,” he replied easily, leaning his head on his hand.

Jesus, he was beautiful. Between the Italian genetics from his dad’s side and the Indian ones from his mom’s, my boyfriend was almost startlingly attractive. Sometimes, when I looked at him, I couldn’t believe that someone in real life actually looked like that. The weirdest thing about him, though, especially since he looked the way he did? He was kind. Genuinely. It was baffling. I’d spent my entire sophomore year of high school wondering how in the hell I’d caught the eye of the nicest guy in school, but after almost three years together, I didn’t question it anymore. Somehow, Richie Lewis and I fit.

“Bed check!” my younger brother Cian yelled as he threw open my door. “Show me your hands, Dick, or I may have to rip them off.”

Tightening my hand around the shoe I’d snatched off the floor in preparation for that exact moment, I chucked it. Cian didn’t even see it coming before it hit his chest.

He let out a hilarious grunt of surprise.

“Fuck off, Cian,” I sang, shooing him away with my hand.

“Can’t,” Cian said, leaning casually against my doorframe.

Richie’s body shook with silent laughter, and I jabbed him in the side with my thumb. While I loved that Richie got along with my siblings and never got annoyed when they interrupted us a thousand times a day, I would’ve appreciated a little help from his end.

“What?” I said through my teeth when Cian didn’t elaborate.

“Some little bitch called Aisling a jack-o’-lantern at school today—”

I dropped my head back onto the bed. “She was wearing that bright-ass shirt today, wasn’t she?”

“The orange one?” Cian replied. “Correct. That, along with the—” He gestured toward his perfectly straight teeth and shrugged.

“Fuck,” I muttered, rolling uncoordinatedly off the side of the bed.

“I tried to tell her that she’s just gotta wait a fuckin’ minute, and she’ll have perfect teeth like the rest of us,” he said, looking past me to grin at Richie, who’d had braces when we first started dating. “Good genes, you know?”

“Oh, shut up,” I muttered, pushing past him. “You looked ten times worse before your canines grew back in.”

“I did not,” he argued.

As I hurried down the stairs, I could hear him and Richie scuffling in the hallway. I rolled my eyes. Richie was always up for roughhousing with my brothers. He had two older brothers who didn’t live at home anymore, so maybe he missed the comradery. I thought he probably liked being the oldest for once and able to actually win the little wrestling matches. Though, that was probably coming to an end. Cian had sprouted up so tall over the past year that he had to wear shorts to school every day. He acted like it was part of his style, but I knew his jeans were all just too short. I needed to remind him to hand down the less-trashed pairs to our little brother Ronan.

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Advertisement Craving Francesca (The Aces’ Sons #14) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.books2020.com/craving-francesca-the-aces-sons-14-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Thu, 12 Jun 2025 17:16:14 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/craving-francesca-the-aces-sons-14-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Francesca Marino knew it was a terrible idea to get involved with Grayson White.

He’s her best friend’s cousin. He’s older than her. They hung out in the same group, and it would be impossible to avoid him if things went sour…but it was hard to remember if any of those things really mattered when she could practically taste the chemistry between them.

Ignoring all the blaring alarm bells, she hooks up with him anyway, and it’s everything she could’ve imagined.

Toe curling.
Mind-blowing.
Life-affirming.

Until he gives her the brush off.

Determined to ignore her hurt feelings and get past any weirdness between them, she does her best to move on. She’s more than capable of keeping her distance, and she assumes that she’ll stop daydreaming about him at some point.

Too bad Gray doesn’t seem to be on the same page. She runs into him everywhere.

When a relationship goes sour and Frankie is determined to face the fallout in silence, he’s the only one who notices.

And if there’s one thing that Gray learned from the men who raised him, it’s that you never sit back and watch a good woman face a monster alone.

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Prologue

Frankie

Holy shit, he was hot.

I mean, I’d known it intellectually. It was impossible to miss the broad shoulders, deep brown eyes, and perfect ass. But up close? If he hadn’t been kissing the hell out of me, I would’ve been drooling.

Gripping his hair in my fists, I pulled him closer as my back hit the wall. His hands were everywhere. One of them wrapped around my thigh, yanking it up to his hip. The other pulled my hair, curved around the side of my throat, slid down my chest, and up under my tank top. My head was spinning, and I couldn’t tell if it was the tequila—I hadn’t had much—or the fact that he ticked every single one of my boxes.

“In,” he ordered, ripping his mouth from mine as he slid his hand away from my thigh.

I nodded, dazed, as he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and opened the door to his room.

His skin was flawless. The sharp edge of his jaw was covered in a five o’clock shadow, but the rest of it was as smooth and clear and gorgeous. Leaning up, I pressed my mouth against the tendon on the side of his neck. Yeah, he tasted good there, too.

“Fuck me,” he muttered with a groan as he shuffled me backward into the room.

“Nice room,” I said breathlessly, glancing around me as he shut the door quietly behind us.

It might’ve been the most impersonal bedroom I’d ever been in. The queen-size bed was made, and it looked like it had been recently cleaned, so at least there was that. There was nothing on the walls. The top of the small dresser was empty. The floor bare cement.

“You in here to decorate?” he asked, sliding his cut off his shoulders.

“You need it,” I joked. “It looks like a serial killer lives here.”

“Been in a lot of serial killers’ bedrooms?” His lips twitched.

“Only one,” I replied, gesturing.

“I don’t live here,” he said, dropping to the bed to kick off his boots.

“Right,” I muttered, watching him closely as he tugged off his T-shirt. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. That beautiful skin was covered in tattoos.

“You changin’ your mind?” he asked curiously, bracing his hands like he was going to push himself back up.

I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me. I’d been doing this since I was sixteen years old. It wasn’t as if I was nervous. From the moment his hand brushed my ass the first time, I’d known that we were going to end up naked somewhere. That kind of chemistry was hard to ignore.

For some reason, the moment just felt…heavy.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out,” he said.

“Not yet,” I replied huskily, pulling my tank top over my head.

He let out a low sound from the back of his throat as I dropped it on the floor.

“Keep goin’.”

“Bossy,” I mumbled, reaching for the buttons on my shorts.

“You like it,” he replied, watching me closely. “Lose ’em.”

My hands paused, and he chuckled, reaching for me. His eyes never left mine as the tips of his fingers curled under the waistband of my shorts and jerked me forward.

My lips curled up at the edges as he deftly unbuttoned them without looking. Brushing my hands over his shoulders, I reveled in the muscles that shifted and flexed as he shoved the shorts down my thighs.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, pressing his lips against the skin just below the center of my bra as his hands slid around my hips, the pads of his fingers trailing lightly over the cheeks of my ass. “Goddamn.”

The moment he tipped his head up to look at me, I crawled onto his lap, and everything sped back up. My mouth found his as I ground down onto him. His fingers dug into the skin of my ass, directing the movement. I pulled the rubber band out of his hair. He unclipped my bra and tore it away. I completely lost my concentration and let my head fall back as my breasts pressed against his chest.

Then we were up and turning. My back hit the comforter a moment before his lips wrapped around my nipple and tugged. Every nerve in my body pulled in tight as I shuddered.

I’d known it would be like this.

My nails dug into his back as he moved between my nipples, biting and sucking. By the time he’d shucked his jeans and pulled my panties down my legs, I was practically shaking with lust. Every shift of his body, every small brush of skin, every heated look brought me higher.

I hissed as he pulled away, leaning up on his knees. The black boxer briefs he was wearing hid nothing. With his hair falling into his eyes and his chest heaving, I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything hotter.

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Advertisement Vein & Vow (The Bouchers #1) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.books2020.com/vein-vow-the-bouchers-1-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Mon, 12 May 2025 18:28:52 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/vein-vow-the-bouchers-1-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Bouchers Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Fated mates? Too bad they can’t stand each other.

Reese Matthews doesn’t believe in fairy tales—especially not the kind that involve vampires and fated mates. She prefers her life work, friends, and absolutely no supernatural drama. But when an infuriatingly gorgeous vampire strides into her job and sends her body into overdrive with a single glance, everything she thought she knew is turned upside down.

Beaumont Boucher has waited over a century to find his mate again. But this time, fate must have gotten it wrong. Reese is nothing like the woman he lost—the one he walked away from in another life. She’s sharp-tongued, stubborn, and completely unimpressed by his brooding vampire charm. He should leave her alone. But the bond between them is relentless… and the longer he stays away, the worse the craving gets.

While Beau fights the impossible pull toward Reese, his family is reeling from a devastating loss. As the Bouchers hunt for answers, darkness looms—and Reese is caught in the crossfire. With enemies closing in and their connection becoming impossible to ignore, Beau must will he risk his heart—and Reese’s life—for a second chance at fate?

When destiny refuses to be denied, can two enemies find love in the ashes of a past they never shared?

Fans of J.R. Ward and Kresley Cole will devour this steamy paranormal romance filled with fated mates, forced proximity, broody vampires, and enemies-to-lovers tension. Grab your copy and dive in

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Beau

I’d seen a lot of dead people. Conservatively, I’d seen thousands. They’d died in war, natural disasters, accidents, suicides, murders, and plain old age. I’d long ago stopped being shocked or feeling much of anything when I came across one.

But nothing had prepared me to see my baby brother laid out on a stainless-steel table.

I reached desperately for the usual detachment, but I couldn’t find it. I couldn’t actually hold on to any single emotion or thought beyond the fact that they’d obviously tried to spare us by placing his body parts close together to give the illusion that he was all in one piece.

He wasn’t.

The sheet dipped ominously between his torso and head. His thighs and knees. The ball of his shoulders and most of his arms. His wrists and hands.

I swallowed down the bile in the back of my throat.

“You know who did this?” my father rasped, his eyes flickering between the normal blue and a deep red.

“Strike team three eliminated all of them,” Arthur assured him. The Commandant of the United States Vampire Command looked almost as sick as I felt. “It took them less than a day to get back into the compound.”

“Why weren’t we informed?” Ambrose, my eldest brother, stared at the commandant.

“It was a fluid situation.”

“Bullshit.”

“How much less than a day?” my brother, Chance, asked derisively. “A fucking hour? You can’t tell me this didn’t take a while.”

I forced myself not to flinch. I refused to think about all that Zeke had gone through before the end. Not now. Maybe not ever.

“It took them twelve hours.”

“We should’ve been there,” Danny murmured. “We should’ve known.”

“We did know.” I swallowed hard. “All of us knew.”

I’d known the moment Zeke was hurt. There was always a low vibration of connection between the five of us. When one of us was worried or injured, all of us felt it to some degree. Sometimes we didn’t know which of us was in danger, and it became a process of elimination game, each of us reaching out to the others until we knew who was in trouble. Zeke had been the only one we hadn’t been able to contact.

“You’re sure this was some small group and not part of a larger⁠—”

“They were locals who noticed that the team didn’t get injured like they should’ve,” Arthur replied, cutting our father off. “They knew what we were, and when given the opportunity…” He grimaced and shook his head.

“How the hell did they even have the opportunity?” Ambrose asked. “How the fuck did they keep him down?”

“That, we don’t know,” the commandant confessed.

“And no one thought to ask?” Chance snapped in disbelief.

“I give you my word⁠—”

“Fuck your word,” I said flatly, staring at the man who’d been like an uncle to us.

Our brother had been cut into pieces, and Uncle Arthur hadn’t even called to let us know he’d been captured. We’d spent the last two days trying to find out what the fuck was going on. Our mother was frantic. We’d barely been able to convince her to stay home while we came into headquarters, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if she came through the doorway at any moment.

He’d fucked us.

“Bjorn,” my father snapped in warning.

“It’s all right, Erik,” Arthur said, shaking his head. His eyes met mine. “This is unprecedented aggression.”

“What the hell did you all expect when you went public?” Danny spat.

“We went public sixty-four years ago, Daniel,” Arthur reminded him. “And since that time, targeted assaults have been minimal. The benefits of no longer having to hide our species from the rest of the world far outweigh the consequences of living openly.”

Danny scoffed. “Tell that to our brother.”

“We’re doing everything in our power to make sure that this is an isolated event,” Arthur replied quietly. “And not part of a larger plot.”

I didn’t think a single one of us believed that some random local group in the middle of the jungle had the means and opportunity to hold my brother captive for any length of time, not without outside resources.

Our father stared at his friend. “You have all that you need from him?” he asked quietly, reaching out to brush Zeke’s hair back from his forehead.

“We do,” the commandant confirmed.

“I’ll expect him back home by dusk tonight.”

“I don’t know if it’ll be possible to⁠—”

“Tonight, Arthur,” my dad ordered, reaching into his pocket. “No later.”

The commandant held our father’s stare for a long moment before nodding. “I’ll see it done.”

With a nod, my father flipped open the pocketknife in his hand and reached out to cut a lock of Zeke’s hair. My throat tightened painfully as he cupped it into his palm for a moment before closing his fist.

As everyone began to file out of the room, I looked down at Zeke again. His face was slack, and there was mottled bruising around his jaw and eyes, but he still looked like the little brother who had followed us around, trying to be a part of anything and everything we’d ever done. It was almost as if, at any moment, his eyes would open, and he’d tell me to get my shit together.

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Advertisement Myla – The Hawthornes Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.books2020.com/myla-the-hawthornes-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Fri, 06 Dec 2024 20:23:58 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/myla-the-hawthornes-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, MC, Suspense Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Advertisement

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Myla Hawthorne and Cian Kelly have been circling each other for years.

Everyone knows they’ll end up together.

They’re best friends.

Maybe even soul mates, if you believe in that kind of thing.

Too bad they can’t stop fighting long enough to figure it out.

When an argument between them turns into a heated discussion about their relationship, Myla is left devastated. She’s convinced that she may have broken their relationship for good.

But none of that matters when Cian is blindsided by an emergency back home that no one could have anticipated.

Because when one of their own is in trouble the Aces and Eights MC won’t let them go through it alone.

And when it comes to the man she loves, neither will Myla.

She’s just hoping that Cian won’t throw her out the moment he sees her.

This book contains the two best friends that anyone could have, inappropriate parents, found family, annoying older brothers, women who aren't afraid to speak their minds, violence, an alpha hero, and plenty of spice.

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Chapter 1

Myla

“You should’ve come with me,” I sang into the phone, running my hand along the side of the building so I didn’t go ass over teakettle on the uneven ground.

“I still feel like shit,” my best friend Lou mumbled, laughter in her voice. “Having a good time?”

“I’ve been dancing for an hour,” I confirmed. “I haven’t been this sweaty in at least a year.”

“That guy.” She snickered. “What was his name?”

“John,” I replied with a shudder. “But thankfully, this time it’s my own sweat.”

“Sweaty John,” she said with a laugh. “Right.”

“Everyone is here but you,” I complained. “Frankie was doing shots with my brother, and he puked.”

“Which brother?”

“Dumb question.”

“Rumi.”

“Yep. You should’ve seen Nova’s face. She was torn between laughing her ass off and punching him. It was awesome.”

“Where are you now?” Lou asked, her voice muffled like she’d pressed her face back against the pillow.

“Going back to my tent,” I said with a sigh. “I was feeling the need to sit down—”

“Uh-oh.”

“Yeah.” I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “If I passed out and one of my brothers had to drag me out of there—”

“Or your dad.”

I shuddered again.

“Yeah, they’d never let me hear the end of it. So, I’m attempting to find my way back.”

I stopped at the edge of the building.

I’d gotten to the clubhouse early to help my mom and grandma with food and setting everything up, so when my brother Mick had set up the tent for me and my other best friend Frankie, it had been pretty much empty field out back. That was no longer the case. There had to be at least forty tents.

“Shit,” I mumbled, trying to remember where my little blue tent was. It was so dark out that I couldn’t even tell what color any of them were.

“What’s wrong?” Lou asked.

“Can’t find my tent.”

She laughed. “I believe in you. Call me in the morning. I’m going to crash.”

“Fine,” I grumbled good-naturedly. “Love you. Feel better.”

“That’s the plan,” she confirmed. “Love you, too.”

After she’d hung up, I dropped the phone from my ear and ran my gaze over the tents again. There were a couple of guys sitting in lawn chairs, keeping an eye on things. They were passing a joint back and forth, and I squinted, trying to figure out who it was.

There were so many clubs in town visiting—I had no idea why, but I was always down for a party—that there was an entire area in the far field with more tents. The ones in front of me were only for Aces and their women. I wasn’t either of those, but I was the grown daughter of a member…and the granddaughter of one, and the sister of even more of them, so I had a sleeping spot right out the back door.

It would’ve been freaking ideal if I knew which tent was mine. There were only a couple sleeping bags and backpacks in ours, which should’ve narrowed it down…but there was no way in hell I was going to start poking around. That was a good way to see people naked that you never wanted to see naked. There were only so many rooms inside the clubhouse, and most of the boys had brought tents. Most of the boys were also related to me in some way.

Looking down, I fumbled with my phone, trying to turn on the little flashlight, when a pair of unfamiliar fingers wrapped around my hips.

I looked at them dumbly for a moment, my mind not quite catching up before lips hit the back of my neck.

“What the fuck?” I snapped, yanking at the hands.

“Just me,” the guy said with a laugh.

Stumbling a step away, I turned on him. He was vaguely familiar. Tall with light hair and a smile I’d clocked earlier in the night.

“You should probably go back inside,” I said with a little shooing motion. I just wanted to find my sleeping bag and crash for the night.

“Right,” he murmured, still chuckling. He reached for me again.

“I’m not kidding,” I insisted, glancing toward the Aces in the lawn chairs. They hadn’t noticed us, and one of the chairs was empty.

“You’ve been dancin’ on me all night,” he said, his hand wrapping around my waist.

Now, I’m not sure if it was the liquid courage racing through my veins—that I was on club property and I’d always been safer there than anywhere else—or the fact that he wasn’t aggressive but just seemed to have a hard time recognizing a brush off, but I wasn’t scared.

Annoyed, yes. Scared, not at all.

“I was dancing with everyone,” I replied, reasonably, I thought, as I yanked on my arm.

“You know that’s not true.” He chuckled as he pulled me closer.

“Not interested, bud,” I said, finally getting to the point. “Find someone else to hook up with.”

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Advertisement Titus – The Hawthornes (The Aces’ Sons #12) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.books2020.com/titus-the-hawthornes-the-aces-sons-12-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Thu, 13 Jun 2024 07:55:08 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/titus-the-hawthornes-the-aces-sons-12-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Titus Hawthorne knew that he was going to marry Noel Allen. Sure, they had to sneak around because her family would lose their minds if they knew, but it would only be a few years before she was free of them. His older brother had married her older sister, so it was possible.

Neither of them expected for their world to be flipped upside down when Noel is forced to move to away.

Titus waits, just like he’d always planned. But, when years go by and Noel’s 18th birthday passes without a word from her he has to accept the fact that she isn’t coming back. He tries to move on and on most days, he can lie to himself and say he’s succeeded.

Until six years later when a phone call in the middle of the night changes everything.

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Prologue

Titus

I wasn’t sure how long we’d been sitting on the floor of the library, tucked between the romance and fantasy sections, but in the back of my mind, the ticking of each second passing was like a bomb waiting to go off. We’d spent the first fifteen minutes in the little alcove just past the bathrooms but before the emergency exit, a spot that for some reason no one had done anything with and fit the two of us perfectly. I knew from experience that the taste of her wouldn’t be gone until I brushed my teeth that night and the palms of my hands still tingled with the memory of all the silky skin under her shirt.

“I just want to be a mom,” Noel said with a shrug, her lips tipping up at the edges. “Maybe volunteer to help old people fill out paperwork or something when I have extra time.”

“That’s your big dream?” I teased, leaning forward as I grinned at her. “To be a mom and help old people with paperwork?”

“I like paperwork,” she replied, raising her chin in defiance. “It’s like solving a puzzle. And I like the idea of taking care of my babies and our home. I know it’s not cool or popular.”

“Who gives a shit?” I shot back, making her laugh quietly. “I mean, you’re a weirdo with the paperwork thing but I’m guessin’ you’ll make some confused little old lady very happy.”

“What about you?” she asked, tilting her head as she played with a strand of hair that was brushing her cheek. “What do you want to do when you grow up?”

“Rocket scientist,” I replied instantly. “No, physicist. No, I’m going to be an actor.”

“Be serious.”

“I dunno,” I mumbled, chastised. “Maybe somethin’ to do with writin’. I’ve always been pretty good at that, or maybe somethin’ with computers.”

“Like write books?”

“Or maybe journalism. I don’t know. There’s a pretty good computer engineering program down in Klamath Falls. That might be cool.”

“You’d be good at that,” she said with a firm nod. “I think you should do it.”

“Which one?”

“Both,” she said easily.

“I’ll probably end up workin’ at the garage.” I reached up to scratch my cheek. “You know, family business and all.”

“You have three brothers.” She waved me off. “Let them do it.”

“You’re right.” I nodded with a laugh. “Let them take over. I’ll get a track scholarship, go to some big school, and live the dream.”

“What about a family?” she asked, still smiling at me. “A wife? Want one of those?”

“You applyin’ for the job?”

Noel snorted and her hand shot up to cover her face in embarrassment.

“You can just say it,” I joked, sighing in mock desolation. “Sure, I’ll finance that lavish lifestyle you want.”

“Lavish?”

“Takes money to raise all those kids you’re gonna have.”

“How do you know I want a bunch of kids?”

“You said babies. Not baby. Babies.”

“I could’ve meant two,” she shot back.

“You didn’t.” I reached out and ran a finger down her jaw, dropping my hand when her face tilted, just barely, in my direction.

It was all we had. Stolen moments in the library. Quiet conversation about our dream lives. That first fifteen minutes of bliss before anyone came looking for the teenagers who’d disappeared into a hidden corner. Brief hidden touches.

None of that seemed to matter much. I was drawn to Noel Allen like a moth to a fucking flame. Ignoring her crazy ass parents and the fact that she couldn’t even be seen with me in public was something that had become almost normal.

“I want at least four,” she murmured, her eyes steady on mine. “You okay with that?”

I wobbled my head from side to side like I was considering it. “Only if I get you to myself for a couple of years first.”

“Deal,” she whispered happily, her eyes shining.

“Someday it’s not gonna be like this,” I promised, wrapping my hand around her ankle under the cover of her long skirt. “You and me are gonna walk down the street, holdin’ hands and kissin’ and doin’ whatever the hell we want.”

“Three more years.” Her smile fell.

“Three years is nothin’.”

“Anything can happen in three years.”

“Not to us, sugar,” I murmured, pulling my hand away as someone walked past.

“Don’t you want to be out doing stuff?” she asked. It wasn’t the first time. “You should be going to dances and dates and all that.”

“I’ve done that. Wasn’t as great as everyone says.”

“You’re going to get bored,” she argued in frustration, looking past me at the clock on the wall. “You’re seventeen. Don’t you want to—”

“I’m happy right where I’m at,” I cut her off, glaring.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “But you’ll tell me, right? You won’t just stop coming?”

“Noel.” I cleared my throat, taking in her long blond hair, the round cheeks with not two, but three dimples, the long dark lashes that framed her dark brown eyes. “I’ll always show up, yeah? In three years when you turn eighteen, I’m gonna get you the fuck outta there.”

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Advertisement My Valentine – Cecilia and Mark Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.books2020.com/my-valentine-cecilia-and-mark-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Tue, 27 Feb 2024 19:57:14 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/my-valentine-cecilia-and-mark-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Advertisement

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Mark and Cecilia have big plans for Valentine's Day- overnight at a hotel with no kids and no interruptions. Mark just has to finish one job before they can make it happen. When he leaves, he promises that he'll be back in time for their date. Providing security for a pop singer should be a piece of cake. Easy money.All their plans change when the job turns out to be far more dangerous than anyone had anticipated.Say hello to old friends and meet some new ones when the Aces MC and Mark's team come together once again.

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Chapter 1

Cecilia

“You have approximately—” I glanced over his shoulder at the clock. “Fifteen minutes, max, before the girls are knocking on our door.”

“I locked it,” Mark mumbled, his face in my neck. “They can’t get in.”

“It’s not going to matter.” I laughed as he jerked my panties down my legs under the blankets. “Neither one of us will finish if they’re outside knocking and yelling for us.”

“Well then, I guess we’ll have to hurry,” he replied, completely unconcerned. “The question is, how do we maximize the time allotted?”

“I love it when you talk all smart to me,” I joked, poking at his leg with my toes.

“Get those talons away from me,” he teased, shoving at my leg.

“Talons!” I whisper hissed. “I get pedicures. You’re the one with talons!”

“Sure,” he replied, yanking down my tank top to pull one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Careful!”

Mark just shrugged, but the pressure of his mouth lessened as he licked the tip. “God, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I moaned, running my fingers through his hair.

“I was talking to your tits.”

“They love you, too. But we better get moving or that’s the only thing that’s going to love you this morning,” I warned.

I sucked in a rough breath as first one, then two fingers slid inside me. No preamble. No hesitation. Mark knew my body almost as well as I did. While we’d had plenty of quiet nights with plenty of time to explore, lately, this had been more our speed. Literally. Sneaking around, a little touch here, a little touch there, and by the time we had a minute alone, all of those touches, every single one, had already built me so high that even the slightest brush of his fingers set me off. The minute his thumb found my clit, everything inside me pulled tight.

“Hold that thought,” Mark whispered against my nipple, giving it a quick kiss.

“I’m going to kill you,” I hissed as he flipped me over. My irritation didn’t stop me from scrambling up onto my knees, though, my arms and head flat on the bed.

“So sexy,” he whispered, kissing the small of my back. I felt him move, and then suddenly he was surging inside, the force of it making me jerk. “Good?”

“Good,” I breathed as his hands gripped my ass.

I pressed my face against the mattress and moaned with each thrust. The feel of him behind me, his thighs rubbing against mine, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks and his cock powering in and out made my entire body heat, my skin tingling.

When he leaned forward, his back pressed against mine, I shuddered, knowing that in less than a second… inhaling sharply as his fingers slid between my legs. I focused on the spots we were connected, his fingers thrumming my clit, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside me, the feel of his breath on my neck, and came with a muffled cry.

“Goddamn,” he whispered against my neck. “Fuckin’ hell, Cecilia.”

A few thrusts later, he came with a shudder. Leaning back, he ran his hand down my spine.

“Mama?” A little fist banged on the door. “Mama, I’m awake!”

“Okay,” I called, turning my head away from the bed, glad that Mark had thought to lock the door before he woke me up. “I’ll be right out! Is sister awake?”

“Yeah, she’s with Ferest!”

“Okay, give me just a second!”

Little feet pounded down the hallway and Mark laughed.

“You know, you’re going to have to pull out, so I can get up,” I reminded him, looking at him over my shoulder.

“But this is my favorite place.” He grinned.

“Off,” I ordered, shoving back with my hips. We both moaned. Okay, probably not my best move when I had to get out of bed.

“I’ll get them,” he said as he pulled away, giving my ass a slap. “You go clean up.”

“Thanks,” I grumbled, tossing his boxers at him. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower?”

“If you must,” he teased, grabbing me by the waist as I tried to pass him. He looked down at my chest. “You may want to hurry though.”

“I know I’m leaking.” Wiping my hands over my breasts, I flicked the moisture at him. “Check out the bed.”

He started laughing at the wet breast-shaped imprints on the sheet.

“I’ll change it later,” I called as I hurried toward the bathroom. “If you give Forrest some oatmeal, he won’t lose his mind before I get there to nurse him!”

“Take your time,” he said, poking his head into the bathroom. “I can handle the kids.”

Just then, a screech rang out from somewhere.

“Shit!”

“Hurry up,” I yelled, snickering as I turned on the shower. I usually tried to be quick in the shower since inevitably one of the kids would come in asking for something, but if he was offering to hold down the fort, I was going to make the best of it. With a sigh of appreciation, I walked in under the spray and let it pour over me.

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Advertisement Otto – The Hawthornes (The Aces’ Sons #11) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.books2020.com/otto-the-hawthornes-the-aces-sons-11-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Thu, 08 Feb 2024 08:25:20 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/otto-the-hawthornes-the-aces-sons-11-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Biker, Crime, MC, Suspense Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Esther Allen doesn’t get in trouble. She follows every rule. She’s nice. Goes to church twice a week. Never talks back. Never steps out of line.Otto Hawthorne makes his own rules. After growing up in its shadow, he’s finally a member of the Aces and Eights Motorcycle Club. He’s quiet. Surly. A bit of a loner.The idea that they would meet at a party in the woods is completely illogical.The instant attraction is absolutely irrational.Under normal circumstances they wouldn’t have even crossed paths.Once they do? Both their lives are changed forever.

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Prologue

Otto

“In and out,” my dad murmured, checking to make sure that the pistol he’d pulled out of the safe was loaded before handing it to me. “You’re just there to keep watch, yeah? Make sure there ain’t any surprises.”

“Got it,” I replied, checking it myself before sliding it into the holster hanging against my ribs.

“Got three chances to find those guns,” he muttered to himself. “Me and your uncle are takin’ you boys and Brody with us to the cabin. Casper’s takin’ another group to the warehouse downtown. Gramps and Dragon are checkin’ out the church down by the stadium.”

“We check out all three at once, they won’t have a chance to move ’em,” I replied in understanding. “Where do you think they are?”

“Honestly,” he said with a grimace. “No fuckin’ clue. My bet would be on the cabin. It’s isolated, yeah? Makes sense. But who knows with these fuckin’ weirdos.”

I let out a soft chuckle and loaded an extra magazine, running my fingers through the box of loose bullets my pops kept on a shelf next to the safe. “Can’t say our family’s any better,” I pointed out dryly. “We worship the wind in our faces and the open road as much as they worship their lord and savior.”

Dad scoffed. “Wouldn’t exactly call what we do a religion,” he mused. “But if I did, at least ours doesn’t discriminate, yeah? Plus, I doubt thinkin’ about their god gives ’em a tingle in the balls the way firin’ up my Harley does.”

“Pagan,” I said, laughing.

“Nah, man.” Dad reached up and scratched the back of his neck before turning toward the safe again. “I think there’s someone up there, keepin’ an eye on shit.”

“You do?” I asked in surprise.

“Have you seen your mother?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “There must be a god.”

My lips twitched. Leave it to my dad to bring the conversation around to my mom. Typical.

“You know, I watched her give birth to Myla on a mattress on our bedroom floor,” he said, his tone growing more serious. “No meds, no hospital, just sheer determination and grit. That was what sealed it for me. If I’d had any doubts that someone was watchin’ out for us, that woulda made me damn sure.”

“Fair enough.”

“You don’t think there’s a god?” he asked curiously, glancing at me over his shoulder.

“Is this seriously what you two are discussin’?” my brother Rumi asked, poking his head into the closet. “Should I be worried?”

“You should always be worried, Rum,” my dad said, tossing a bullet at his head.

“I believe in God,” Rumi replied defensively, dodging the projectile. “Have you seen Nova?”

I choked as my dad started to laugh.

“You’re turnin’ into Dad,” I said, shaking my head at Rumi as I ignored the nausea pooling in my belly. “You know that, right?”

“Whatever, I’m way more like Mom.”

“I’d say you’re a good mix of us both,” my dad said, not bothering to look at us.

“Yeah, you somehow inherited the worst traits from both of them.”

“I’m tellin’ Mom you said that,” Rumi threatened as he checked his watch. “We about ready to go? Cuttin’ it close.”

“Here,” my dad said, turning back toward me with a shotgun dangling from his fist.

“You serious?”

“Stop bitchin’,” he said, forcing me to take it. “Put some of these in your pockets.”

“You expect me to carry a shotgun?” I asked flatly as he handed me a fist full of shells.

“Shotguns are perfect,” Rumi said, grinning. “You don’t even have to aim in close quarters.”

“I’m a better shot than you.”

“Bullshit.”

“Jesus Christ, both of you shut up,” my dad muttered, sliding his pistols into the holsters at his back and ribs. “Take the shotgun in case you need it. Doubt you will. We’re doin’ this shit quick and quiet, remember? No one’s gonna be shootin’.”

“I got a rifle,” Rumi whispered as I followed my dad out of the closet. “Like a big boy.”

“You’re such a fuckin’ asshole,” I muttered, shoving him away from me.

Rumi may have gotten a big boy rifle, but he’d been smaller than me since I was eleven years old.

“Sticks and stones, baby brother,” he shot back, kicking at the back of my knee to make it buckle.

“Dad’s gonna kill you,” Mick announced, stepping out of the bathroom as we walked single file down my parents’ hallway. “Get your shit together.”

“Got my game face on,” Rumi replied with mock seriousness. “You got any idea where we’re goin?”

“Cabin’s about forty-five minutes south,” Mick replied as he grabbed his cut off the back of the couch and slung it on. “Should take a little over an hour since we won’t be takin’ the quickest route.” He glanced between the two of us. “You two gonna be able to make it without killin’ each other?”

“We’ll be fine,” Rumi said, dramatically wrapping his arms around my waist and laying his head against my chest. “I made us a road trip playlist!”

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