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Rebecca Zanetti – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Wed, 13 May 2026 18:57:44 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Rebecca Zanetti – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Burn of Summer – Knife’s Edge Alaska Read Online Rebecca Zanetti http://www.books2020.com/burn-of-summer-knifes-edge-alaska-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Wed, 13 May 2026 18:57:44 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/burn-of-summer-knifes-edge-alaska-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Authors: Rebecca Zanetti Advertisement

Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)

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Welcome to Knife’s Edge, Alaska, where the four Osprey brothers return from military service with shadows in their eyes and secrets in their hearts. As danger looms, new romances ignite, and these rugged men must fight for love…and survival.

Ace Osprey was born to fly—but a crash stole his wings and left him with scars he refuses to show. Grounded and restless, the former Navy pilot masks his broken pieces with charm and swagger. He swore he’d never get tied down again, but when Dr. May Smirnov walks into Knife’s Edge with secrets in her eyes and fire in her heart, Ace finds himself pulled into a storm he can’t outmaneuver.

May came to Knife’s Edge to hide, not to burn. The small-town doctor keeps her past locked away, but Ace Osprey is a temptation she can’t ignore—infuriating, magnetic, and far too good at peeling away her walls. Their chemistry is combustible, but in a town where women are turning up dead under the endless summer sun, desire might be as dangerous as the killer stalking the shadows.

When May becomes the next target, Ace has no choice but to fight for more than just survival. Protecting her means risking his heart—and the closer they get, the more certain he is that she’s the one thing he can’t afford to lose. In Knife’s Edge, love isn’t safe…but some passions are worth the danger

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Chapter One

Ace Osprey was bleeding again.

Not a surprise. The guy showed up bleeding at least once a week. At this point, Dr. May Smirnov had spent more time stitching up the handsome jackass than she had with her own skin care routine. Which, admittedly, consisted of soap, water, and inexpensive lotion.

She had walked back into her clinic after a quick lunch down the street and now stared at him in the quaint waiting room while trying, really hard, to hold on to her temper. Pictures she’d taken of the outlying wilderness decorated the walls and failed to provide peace for once. As the small Alaska town’s only doctor, she had to act like a professional, even though she wanted to smack him atop his stubborn head.

“What now?” Okay. That sounded more like a ticked off girlfriend and not a doctor. She was not his girlfriend and never would be. “Ace?”

He lounged on the newish green leather chairs she’d managed to obtain just a day ago, his legs long, his eyes a mellow green tonight. “I tripped and fell.”

She ground her back teeth together and moved toward him, leaning to study the cut above his left eye. The flow had slowed to a trickle that ran down the side of his face to land on his grey T-shirt. “Looks like a ring caught you.”

He grinned. “You’re good at this, Doc.”

The cut wasn’t bad. She could bandage it with a butterfly. “Will I have another patient coming in?”

“Nah. I dropped him fast with a punch to the gut. He was coughing out blood a bit, but I didn’t damage anything inside him. The guy was already pretty tuned up with booze, and he went back to eating his lunch.” Ace still hadn’t moved.

She knew a lecture wouldn’t help. Even so, she owed him the truth as his doctor. “You need to stop this nonsense, Ace.” The guy was always getting in fights, but he never hurt anybody. Not really. And something told her he could if he chose. It was as if he wanted to punish himself. “Again, I have several names⁠—”

“I don’t need a shrink, Doc,” he drawled.

The heck he didn’t. “Even if you won’t see a professional, why not drop by Smitty’s?” She could not believe she’d just suggested the old mountain man help Ace, but the guy was known to fix a head or two. At least, that’s what she’d heard. “It can’t hurt.”

“You don’t know that.” The smile widened, making Ace look even more roguish. “When Paul Leithy went up to Smitty’s for advice last week, Smitty threw him out a window. I guess Paul was being a moron.”

They were all morons. All men. Well, not all. But most. May straightened, fighting the very real urge to brush a lock of Ace’s dark brown, almost black, hair away from his angled face. He was at least half Inuit and had the strong features of his people. The very handsome features. Touching him in such a way would be very un-doctorlike, and she battled with herself every day to keep professional with him. “I’d like to throw you out a window.”

He barked out a laugh, and even that held charm. Well, a rough-edged, born and bred in the Alaskan wilderness, charm. “You know I’d let you put your hands on me any way you want.”

Ah, the flirty Ace was back. She wondered, not for the first time, what he’d do if she took him up on one of his invitations. Probably run for the jagged mountains surrounding them and disappear. He thought she was safe to flirt with because she worked as his doctor. True. He had a right to believe that. Besides, he’d been playing with plenty of the tourists in town for the fishing season. Young women looking for adventure, and from what she’d heard, they’d found plenty of it with Ace. Apparently the Alaskan native was a ‘god’ in bed.

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Advertisement Holding the Reins – Maverick Montana Read Online Rebecca Zanetti http://www.books2020.com/holding-the-reins-maverick-montana-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:15:21 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/holding-the-reins-maverick-montana-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Authors: Rebecca Zanetti Advertisement

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She came to town for a movie. She never expected a real-life romantic thriller…

Bianca Estrada is in Montana for one reason—secure the perfect location for a Hollywood blockbuster and move on. The job means everything. It’s her chance to pay off debts that were never hers to begin with. But someone in town doesn’t want the film to happen, and the escalating threats make it clear they’ll do whatever it takes to scare her off.

Adam Ridgeway has built a quiet life as the owner of the local bar, far removed from his Army days and the heartbreak he swore never to repeat. The last thing he needs is to play hero for a city girl with one foot out the door. But when danger follows Bianca straight into his world, keeping his distance is no longer an option.

The only thing more persistent than Bianca’s stalker? The town’s meddling matchmakers, determined to push her and Adam together at every turn. With danger closing in and chemistry burning hot, what starts as protection turns into something deeper. But with Bianca’s future miles away and Adam’s roots planted firmly in Montana, can they hold on to each other when the credits roll?

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CHAPTER 1

The man belonged behind a bar in a western town. Or on a movie screen.

Bianca let her eyes adjust to the dim interior, taking in the quiet stretch of wooden tables worn smooth by time and use. The air smelled faintly of lemon cleaner layered over old pine and a deeper scent that spoke of late nights and long conversations. At the far end of the room stood a long, hand-carved bar, solid and grounded, with a man behind it.

A real man—muscled and strong.

Dark curls brushed his forehead, a five o’clock shadow roughened his jaw, and intense brown eyes tracked her with deliberate patience as he wiped water from a glass with a crisp white towel. He didn’t rush. Didn’t pretend not to notice her. He simply watched.

“Hi,” she whispered. Where the heck was her voice?

“Howdy. Darlin’, we don’t open for a few more hours,” he murmured, the Montana cowboy accent slow and unforced, the words pitched low.

Bianca swallowed. “That’s okay.” She walked toward him, suddenly aware of her high heels and designer jeans, both a gift and both wrong. She wanted to wear those new cowboy boots she’d bought at the airport. With every step, his attention followed her, not bold, not crude, but thorough in a way that curled heat low in her belly. “I’m guessing you’re Adam,” she added, hopeful despite herself. The roughly carved sign outside, appearing rather new, read ‘Adam’s.’

A quick flash of a grin stopped her in her tracks. The man was seriously, dangerously good-looking. “That’d be me.” He set the glass aside. His gaze lingered on her mouth a beat too long before lifting to her eyes. “But again, we don’t open for hours. Or are you lost?”

She shook her head as memories tugged at her. Mineral Lake in Maverick County held some of her fondest moments, though Adam himself was new to the landscape. “I’m not exactly lost. Is this your bar?”

“It is.” He tilted one eyebrow, curiosity sharpening his expression. “You looking to buy a bar?” The corner of his mouth curved, as if he already knew the answer and enjoyed asking anyway.

She laughed, the sound escaping before she could stop it. “No.” She studied him openly, cataloging the kind of presence cameras loved, the kind that read as confidence without effort. “You ever think about acting?” she blurted.

His focus swept down to her heels and back up to her face, slow, assessing, and unapologetic. “Acting? No.” There was amusement in his voice, lazy and warm. “I prefer real audiences.”

Was that an innuendo? It sure sounded like it.

“I see.” Her pulse ticked faster than it should have. He seemed entirely comfortable in his own skin. The kind of man who didn’t need a spotlight.

“Darlin’, can I help you?” he asked again, softer this time.

The drawl wrapped around his words and slid under her defenses. Not Southern. Montana. Slower. Less honey, more quiet charm, and somehow far more dangerous.

She moved closer, forcing herself to focus. She worked with famous and handsome men daily. This should not throw her. She held out her hand. “Hi. I’m Bianca Estrada, the location scout from Canyon Road Films.”

He stacked the glass neatly by the sink, dropped the towel on the counter, and took her hand. His grip was warm, confident, and lingered just a fraction longer than necessary. His thumb brushed lightly against her knuckles. “Are you, now?”

Holy moly.

His calloused palm engulfed hers in a way that sent a sharp, unexpected jolt up her arm and straight through her carefully maintained composure. The contact felt deliberate, grounding, as if he knew exactly the effect it would have and was enjoying it without rushing. Perhaps she should’ve had Clancy contact the local bar owner.

She disengaged quickly, though her pulse didn’t get the memo. “Yes. Hi.” She cleared her throat, annoyed at herself. “I’m scouting towns for a movie directed by Lyle McCombree.” She paused deliberately, letting the name sit between them like bait.

Nothing flickered across Adam’s chiseled face. Not surprise. Not interest. Just calm attention, fixed squarely on her, making her want to blush.

“Okay, well, he’s kind of famous,” she said, a little dry. It had been a huge get for Bianca’s cousin Randi to hire him for her first movie, and if it didn’t work out, Randi’s new production company was sunk. Completely. “This bar is perfect for a couple of scenes, so I was hoping…”

“No,” Adam said softly, but unmistakably, the word delivered with a quiet confidence.

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I said no.” He didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t shift his stance. The certainty stayed right there, steady and immovable.

Her chin lifted. “We would pay you.”

“I prefer privacy to money.” His gaze didn’t leave her face, and there was something almost intimate about the refusal.

Bianca surveyed the establishment, her professional instincts kicking in despite the distraction of him. Beyond the bar sat a small stage. Past it, another area held a couple of pool tables and dart boards lined neatly along the wall. An air hockey table sat tucked into the corner. The floor was clean, the tables solid, and the bar stools sturdy. It was freaking perfect. “Everybody could use more money.”

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Advertisement Enforcer – Stope Packs Read Online Rebecca Zanetti http://www.books2020.com/enforcer-stope-packs-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Sat, 28 Feb 2026 17:32:49 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/enforcer-stope-packs-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Suspense Authors: Rebecca Zanetti Advertisement

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Loyalty is fragile. Blood is currency. And the biggest threat comes from within.

Caidrik McGregor has spent his life as a mercenary, fighting for those who could afford his blade and walking away before the dust settled. Now, he’s been offered something far more dangerous—a chance to claim the Alpha seat of the Slate Pack, the same pack that cast out his family generations ago. To take it, he must survive the brutal trials, silence the doubters, and crush the rivals waiting for him to fail. The prize isn’t just power. It’s Nadia Hodge, the newly discovered daughter of the current Alpha, bound to him if he survives.

Nadia never needed a pack, let alone an Alpha deciding her fate. She didn’t grow up with their rules, wasn’t raised to play their games, and has no intention of letting a hardened outsider control her future. But war is coming, led by Caidrik’s half-brother, and someone inside their own ranks is leaving bodies behind. If she wants to protect the people who now call her family, she may have no choice but to stand at Caidrik’s side.

With enemies circling and trust in short supply, Caidrik and Nadia must decide what matters most—vengeance, power, or the unexpected pull of a bond neither of them saw coming

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Chapter 1

Nadia could make a run for it. Just head out the door of the sprawling mansion, down the drive, and flee Slate Pack territory. Her knees tensed to do just that, but she forced herself to stay still.

“You wanna run?” her sister whispered out the corner of her mouth, looking beautiful in a blue ballgown as she stood in the vestibule.

Nadia edged away from the antique table with its spray of wildflowers and leaned to whisper in Emily’s ear. “I’m thinking about it.”

Em glanced down, no amusement in her black eyes. “Say the word.”

She could. Really could just escape this disaster. Instead of taking the easy way out, Nadia shook her head. “I appreciate it.” And she did, more than Emily would ever know. They’d only found each other months before, but Nadia would die for her younger-by-a-year sister.

Too bad she hadn’t gotten the height. Em stood about six feet tall, whereas Nadia was short for a wolf shifter at only about five-foot-six. Their platinum blonde hair and dark eyes were similar, however.

Emily turned completely toward her, focusing all of her impressive attention. “This is ridiculous, Nadia. Come home with me.”

“I am home,” Nadia said, her voice still quiet. Emily had mated Jackson Tryne, Alpha of the Granite Pack, who was the hottie of all hotties on a magma scale, and she now lived hours away.

Their father, Philip Nightsom, turned toward them dressed in a full tux, his silver hair slicked back. He’d been wounded not too long ago and hadn’t fully recovered as of yet, since he’d been injured with pure silver. “I’m with Em. You don’t have to do this.”

Nadia steeled her bare shoulders and glanced down at her opulent black gown and the crystal sequins decorating the tight bodice. The luxurious material cascaded to the floor. Her back still hurt from being stabbed by that asshole Bulwark, who now challenged for her hand. He should be in prison, but apparently, the old laws trumped the new ones.

“I know I don’t have to do anything.” She’d finally found a home and a pack, and she didn’t want to leave. Even though she’d only been in the territory for a couple of months, she understood duty and enjoyed having a purpose. Even a stupid-ass backward one like this.

The door opened, and Jackson walked inside, shutting it behind himself. Unlike them, he hadn’t deigned to change into formal wear and still wore faded jeans and a dark T-shirt. With his black hair and stunning blue eyes, who cared? Danger emanated from the wolf shifter. He looked at them. “Philip? This is the last time I’m gonna offer to protect your pack with my own. At least until you recover.”

Philip sighed, his chest not as wide as it had been just a couple months ago. “My pack has spoken, Jackson. They’re not waiting, and you know it.” He glanced down at Nadia. “However, I’m fine if you take Nadia out of here and to safety.”

Nadia shook her head, and her hair slid over her shoulders. “That would put us at war. You know it, and I know it.” Besides, she could figure a way out of this. Somehow.

A clamor went up outside.

She strode toward the door. “Let’s get this over with, all right?”

Jackson glanced at Emily, who slowly nodded. He opened the door, his jaw set tight.

Nadia walked out onto the large wrap-around deck, facing the circular drive with its snow-covered grass in the middle. In front of her stood five males, all tall, all strong. Fanning out behind them were the pack members, standing on the drive and along the tree line. So many of them.

Steam rose from the five males in front of her. The chilly winter weather didn’t bother any of them. She tried to keep her face stoic as she walked to the edge of the deck, her father and sister flanking her. This was so freaking weird. What kind of wolf pack had rules like this? The others didn’t. Only hers. Figured.

“So.” Solomon Rowland hitched over the icy porch from the corner, his brown hair wind-swept, his boots at odds with his formal wear. His tux appeared more navy-blue than black. He clutched the pack’s grimoire in his hands. “Quite unexpectedly, we’ve had five challengers step up for the trials.”

“No shit,” Emily muttered.

Nadia barely kept from elbowing her sister and instead stared at the males. All five had dressed in black battle gear. Dark shirts, pants, weapons. Her gaze glanced to the male on the far right, Caidrik, who’d been her assigned protector the last couple of months. He’d offered to fight for the Alpha position, and she’d agreed, surprised to find other challengers stepping up. He stared back at her, his eyes an intriguing glowing coal.

Solomon cleared his throat and opened the book, flipping pages until he could read. “Proper notice was sent out to the various wolf packs, and these five have answered the call.”

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Advertisement You Can Scream – Laurel Snow Read Online Rebecca Zanetti http://www.books2020.com/you-can-scream-laurel-snow-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Wed, 07 Jan 2026 10:40:18 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/you-can-scream-laurel-snow-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Authors: Rebecca Zanetti Advertisement

Total pages in book: 105
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Twisted family relationships, sociopaths and conspiracy theories abound in the icy Cascade Mountains of Washington State in New York Times bestselling author Rebecca Zanetti's heart-pounding series about an FBI profiler and her equally brilliant sister on the wrong side of the law.

Laurel’s family was never simple—but her half-sister, Abigail, a brilliant, unpredictable psychopath, just made it lethal. Accused of murdering their father, a man she always called a monster, Abigail claims self-defense. As the trial unfolds and long-buried family secrets explode into headlines across Washington State, Laurel’s hard-won privacy is shattered. And the nightmare is just beginning.

Even as Abigail’s trial consumes public attention, new dangers close in as the murder of a prominent scientist and the illegal poaching of a rare Pacific plant point to something insidious. Laurel turns to Washington Fish and Wildlife captain Huck Rivers, her partner in work and life, for help. But the deeper they dig, the more the case seems to echo the chaos unraveling Laurel’s world.

With danger tightening around her, Laurel faces an impossible choice: trust Abigail in one crucial, treacherous alliance, or risk losing everything. Her career, her relationships, even her life hang in the balance. The clock is ticking—and if the threat breaks loose, nothing will be fast enough to stop it

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Prologue

They were coming.

Shadows.

Ghosts.

Monsters.

His lungs burned like he was inhaling glass. He felt his brain swell inside his skull, making his eyes bulge. The pain threatened to take him to his knees, but he kept going. Kept running.

Branches tore at his bare arms, slicing welts into his skin, but he barely felt the sting. The relentless rain drilled into his scalp, failing to provide any relief.

What was happening?

Think.

God, just think.

But his thoughts wouldn’t come, slipping through his mind like oil on water. Run. That was all he had left. That one command, overriding everything.

Run.

His body obeyed, feet pounding the earth in an uneven, desperate rhythm. His limbs were no longer his own. They were just separate, detached body parts propelling him forward. Warmth slid beneath his nose, thick and hot over his mouth.

Blood.

His stomach lurched. Frantically, he wiped his upper lip, fingers trembling. Red. So red. So warm. He stopped. Just for a second. Just long enough to look down at his hand.

Then silence. Not just quiet. True, absolute silence.

The forest was still moving. The trees swayed, the rain pelted the ground, and the wind surged. He could see it all, but he couldn’t hear any of it.

Nothing.

Blissful. Terrifying. His heart pounded but his body had gone quiet. His mind had gone still. His eyelids sagged, the exhaustion pulling him down like a weight.

Wait. The blood. Why was he bleeding?

He swallowed hard, jerking his gaze to the side. The world kept tilting. The trees blurred and the earth dipped. He was standing still, but the ground rolled beneath him. The nausea hit him fast, bile burning up his throat.

A spiral of heat tore through his veins, curling up from his spine and bursting into his skull. His body jerked violently, like something inside him was fighting to get out.

Flashlights sliced through the forest behind him.

They were coming.

The bobbing lights swayed and dipped, bouncing through the trees. Not dark yet, but the forest swallowed the light, the wet leaves swallowing sound. Cover. Was he covered? Did he need cover?

A sudden dagger of pain pierced his skull.

His vision blurred.

Run.

His body reacted before his mind caught up. He turned, lurching forward, his arms scraping against rough bark. Blood. Monsters. Pain.

The world remained silent, eerie in its emptiness. His breath thundered in his chest, but he couldn’t hear anything. They wanted to kill him. He knew that much. But he couldn’t remember who they were.

His upper lip burned. More warmth. More blood. It dripped into his mouth, metallic and bitter, sliding down his chin.

He turned his head as he ran. Too fast. Dizziness slammed into him.

The lights were closer now. Too close.

Then impact.

The tree loomed out of nowhere, and he slammed into it, full force. The breath whooshed out of his lungs. He went down hard, knees slamming onto jagged rocks, hands catching in the snow, fingers crushing unforgiving ice.

He might’ve cried out.

Pain lashed through his legs. He forced himself to move, to get up, to keep going. His face felt like he’d shoved it into boiling water. The same water Grandpa Joe had used to power wash the deck. Grandpa Joe. He’d been a good man.

Pain enveloped him, swallowing him whole. He needed to do something. Something—what?

The lights came closer. The beams cut through the trees behind him, bouncing off slick branches.

Run.

That was it. That was the only thing left. He staggered forward, slapping away a tangle of bare bushes, grabbing onto frozen rock. He scrambled up, ice searing into his palms, his breath ragged. Rain and blood slid down his cheeks.

He coughed. More warmth. More blood. Why was his mouth bleeding? He couldn’t think anymore.

They were coming. He had to beat them. The truth should win. His foot slipped. The world tilted. He windmilled his arms, skidding across an icy rock. Even gravity fucking hated him. His heart jackhammered as he teetered on the edge, his toes curling in an attempt to grip solid ground.

He looked down.

Way down.

A road twisted along the valley floor below, following the path of a rushing river. Cars crawled along the pavement, their headlights gleaming like tiny pinpricks against the dusk.

Too high up. He had to get down. Now. He turned around.

They emerged from the trees. Dressed in black. Lights in front of them. Hunting him. Shit. They’d found him. The one in front grinned, his crooked front tooth catching in the beam of a flashlight. He lifted a gloved hand, gesturing—a silent demand.

No. They couldn’t have him. Not again.

Sound roared back in like a thunderclap. A shrieking, splitting explosion in his skull.

The man in front spoke. “Come on. Let’s go.” His voice was flat. Dead. As were his eyes.

“No.” One simple word. The only thing he had left. He smiled, held out his arms, and fell back.

The men in black bellowed.

Air rushed around him, pulling at his clothes, whipping hair into his eyes. The rain hit like bullets. A sudden flash of pain stole his breath.

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Advertisement Celtic Justice – The Anna Albertini Files Read Online Rebecca Zanetti http://www.books2020.com/celtic-justice-the-anna-albertini-files-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Sun, 07 Dec 2025 21:05:51 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/celtic-justice-the-anna-albertini-files-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, Suspense Authors: Rebecca Zanetti Advertisement

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A stolen treasure, a sabotaged pie, and a town full of trouble…

Silverville’s St. Patrick’s Day is bigger than ever, thanks to Nana O’Shea’s Pot of Gold display at her brand-new magic potion shop, Celtic Moon Herbals. The centerpiece? Antique gold nugget boxes that just might form a treasure map. Most people think it’s just another of Nana’s tall tales—until the display vanishes.

Things go from festive to chaotic when the mayor’s famous Irish cream pie is sabotaged with body lotion, and security footage points straight to Nana. Anna Albertini steps in to defend her, but the missing gold, a town full of suspects, and a crime that makes no sense have her questioning everything.

Meanwhile, federal agent Aiden Devlin is back in town on a case he won’t discuss, and tensions between him and Anna are rising fast. Between nosy matchmakers, a rogue leprechaun fun run, and Nana launching her own mystical investigation, Anna has her hands full. But if she doesn’t get to the truth soon, Silverville’s charming St. Patrick’s Day may end in something far worse than a little bad luck

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Chapter 1

Tension rolled through the spectators, thick in the air, like a bolt about to strike. I shivered.

This wasn’t exactly life or death, but with the murmur of the crowd and the weight pressing in from all sides, it felt important. My name is Anna Albertini, and I come from a huge family in a small town. I’d taken today off from my job as a lawyer to come and support my grandmother.

I stood off to the side and looked toward the dais where the five finalists for the Silverville St. Paddy’s Day Shamrock Pie Contest stood proudly in front of their creations. Every concoction was green—green crusts, green fillings, green sprinkles—each topped with a mountain of whipped cream and a dizzying display of gold and shamrock-shaped decorations.

My stomach twisted as I watched my Nana standing dead center, beaming in her new green-checked dress.

Nana O’Shea looked like every Irish grandmother found in fairy tales, the sweet ones, with her hair a halo of blondish-red curls threaded with silver, twinkling green eyes, and a mischievous grin that said she’d spike your cocoa if you weren’t careful. She reminded me of an older Maureen O’Hara, with the same kind of confidence that comes from knowing the secrets of the universe. Probably.

She stood next to the local optometrist’s wife, Gloria Walton, who most certainly wasn’t beaming.

Gloria stood a solid six inches taller than Nana and carried herself like someone who’d given up smiling sometime around 1998. Heavy lines carved around her mouth and eyes, though she couldn’t have been more than sixty. She and Nana looked about the same age, which had to sting.

The three judges took a slice from each pie and carried their plates over to the side table. They took careful bites, chewed like they were decoding state secrets, and scribbled in their little spiral notebooks.

Last year, we’d tried to get them to use tablets, the nice kind, with styluses and everything, but that had gone about as well as asking a cat to swim laps. So we’d gone back to paper and pencils, which seemed to suit everyone’s sanity just fine.

The judges this year were three of the many town elders: Marjorie, who ran the soup kitchen; Jacob, a retired police officer; and June, the librarian who could still silence a room with one raised eyebrow. If anyone in Silverville knew pies, it was those three.

I caught Nana’s eye and winked. She smiled back, confident as ever.

She’d won the last two years in a row, and judging by that sparkle in her eye, she was ready to make it a hat trick.

I had to admit, I’d tasted her pie recipe that she tweaked every year, and once again, this year’s concoction was phenomenal. Nana O’Shea believed in magic and fairies and sparkles, and somehow that came through in her baking. I watched the judges take another bite, nodding, smiling, and scratching more notes.

That looked good. Really good.

Most towns celebrated St. Patrick’s Day with a parade on one day. Not us. We had a full week of Irish themed celebrations, and today kicked it all off.

Around us, the late-morning air hung heavy with the scent of sugar, cinnamon, and fried dough from the fair booths. Kids perched on hay bales, their green plastic hats slipping sideways. The crowd had gone utterly silent, except for the low hum of the generator running the beer tent and the faint squeak of the Ferris wheel starting up again at the edge of the town square. I could feel the tension in my chest for Nana. I really wanted her to win.

Jacob dug into Gloria’s pie and took a generous bite. I held my breath.

She usually landed second place, which meant this could be her year. I hoped not.

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Advertisement Thaw of Spring – Knife’s Edge Alaska Read Online Rebecca Zanetti http://www.books2020.com/thaw-of-spring-knifes-edge-alaska-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:02:24 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/thaw-of-spring-knifes-edge-alaska-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense, Thriller Authors: Rebecca Zanetti Advertisement

Total pages in book: 109
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Welcome to Knife's Edge, Alaska, where the four Osprey brothers return from military service with shadows in their eyes and secrets in their hearts. As danger looms, new romances ignite, and these rugged men must fight for love…and survival.

Christian Osprey prefers the wilderness to the company of people. A former Navy Special Operator, he’s built for isolation and thrives in the untamed wild. He doesn’t want ties, doesn’t need anyone—but he can’t seem to stay away from Amka, the soft-eyed tavern owner who always greets him with a warm smile, a hot cup of coffee, and no expectations.

Amka Pinga has spent her life being strong for everyone else, even as her own life unravels. Trapped in an engagement that feels more like a cage, she’s tangled in obligations that threaten to break her spirit. Christian’s quiet strength feels like a lifeline she doesn’t dare reach for—but danger is circling Knife’s Edge, and this time, she’s at the center of it.

When Amka becomes a target, Christian will stop at nothing to protect her. But their simmering attraction explodes into something fierce and undeniable, and keeping her close blurs the line between protection and possession. In a town where secrets run deeper than the icy rivers and trust is as treacherous as thin ice, survival means risking everything—even their hearts

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Chapter 1

Knife’s Edge didn’t thaw quietly—it cracked, hissed, and burned its way into spring. Every year, without fail, more visitors showed up in the small Alaskan town once the mountain passes and tumultuous sky cleared. Not even the drilling rain could keep them away.

Christian Osprey skirted a purple-haired female standing beneath an eave and in front of some lit circle contraption holding a phone, her eyes animated. What the hell? He kept walking, noting the Green Plate restaurant was open for the day. In the winter, Gus and Janet only opened for dinner.

He sighed. Apparently spring had arrived. Damn it. He’d have to gather supplies and head into the mountains sooner rather than later. Glancing at Sam’s Tavern across the muddy street, he felt a tug in his chest he didn’t appreciate. Not at all. He would not go in there. Nobody really knew who Sam had been, but the name had stuck throughout the ages. The current owner was a sweetheart, and one he needed to leave alone.

Hunching his shoulders, he allowed the rain to fall on his thick hair and stood for a moment on the torn and winter-damaged sidewalk, staring at Sam’s and the small storage building between the tavern and the grocery store.

“Hey. Excuse me?” The gal with the purple hair tugged on his arm, her pink sweatshirt damp from the rain.

He glanced down and smoothly stepped away, freeing himself.

Her eyes widened as her gaze dropped to Tika, by Christian’s side. “Is that a baby wolf?”

For crap’s sake. “No.” Christian gave an imperceptible jerk of his chin, and the wolf-husky puppy immediately moved forward, in front of him and to the side. Away from the woman. He turned to do the same and she grabbed his worn T-shirt sleeve. Again.

“Wait. It’s so cool that both you and the wolf have two different colored eyes. Can I interview you?” She stepped closer, bringing the scent of lavender with her.

“Absolutely not.” Christian’s eyes were green and black, while Tika’s were blue and bluish-brown.

The woman didn’t seem put off and instead switched topics. “Why does this town have the only sheriff in Alaska?” Still unfortunately holding the material above his wrist, she pointed to the banners strung across the main street of town. One announced the spring fishing derby next week, and the other announced that Knife’s Edge claimed to have the only Alaskan sheriff.

At the sight of the bigger one, he felt his lips twitch. Brock would fucking hate that. Served him right for becoming the sheriff.

“Well?” The woman turned her attention back on him, looking up many inches to his face. She was cute. About five foot six. Blue eyes, nice bone structure, girl-next-door grin. Too young to be alone in the Alaskan wilderness.

“You eighteen?” he grunted. If not, he’d take her to Brock’s office. As the sheriff, his brother would have to deal with her.

Her smile brightened. “Not anymore. I’m old enough to drink, handsome. Want me to prove it to you?”

He heard the side door to the tavern open across the street and then he felt her move through it. Her. His gaze slid to the opening between the rough wooden building housing the bar and the one-story storage building, catching a glimpse of Amka. Just one second glimpse before she disappeared inside.

At all times, he could feel her location. Her energy. Somehow.

In that instant of seeing her, he’d noted her black hair up in a ponytail, her blue flannel shirt open to show a black cami over full breasts, and tight slim jeans that hugged every delectable inch of her legs. His own energy flowed through him, pushing him to cross the street.

The female finally released his arm. “Dude? You okay?”

Still remaining motionless, he cut his gaze to her. “Yes.”

She swallowed and finally had the good sense to step away from him. “You’ve got such an intense vibe, man. It’s both kinda hot and kinda scary.” Squinting, she studied him from the top of his dark hair to his well-worn boots. “More hot than scary.” Her grin returned. “I’m Nixi Halliday. From Halliday’s Adventures and Holidays?”

He had no clue what that meant. Grunting, he jerked his head at Tika and turned away from Nixi.

“Wait.” Now exasperation filled her tone, but she didn’t grab him again. “Seriously. You’ve never heard of me? Aren’t you on social media at all?”

He needed to get to the damn store for provisions, yet his boots remained on the muddy sidewalk. It wasn’t the woman demanding his attention that kept him rooted to the spot. It was the woman he couldn’t see right now. Having Amka out of sight left him unsettled in a way that hadn’t even caught him while he’d remained motionless in a perch for hours on end worlds away…waiting for his mark. That’s why he had to escape into the wilderness.

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Advertisement Duty and Desire Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds, Kristen Ashley, Kylie Scott, Rebecca Zanetti http://www.books2020.com/duty-and-desire-read-online-aurora-rose-reynolds-kristen-ashley-kylie-scott-rebecca-zanetti Sat, 16 Aug 2025 22:27:07 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/duty-and-desire-read-online-aurora-rose-reynolds-kristen-ashley-kylie-scott-rebecca-zanetti Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Aurora Rose Reynolds, Kristen Ashley, Kylie Scott, Rebecca Zanetti Advertisement

Total pages in book: 188
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Honor, protection, and undeniable chemistry. Duty and Desire brings you heroes in uniform—bodyguards, soldiers, and law enforcers—who will do whatever it takes to protect the ones they love. Filled with action, danger, and steamy romance, these stories prove that sometimes the greatest battles are fought with the heart.

Keeping You by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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CHAPTER 1

TOILET PAPER AND BEER

Bridgett

Sitting in my car outside a random gas station I pulled into to fill my tank, I stare at the message I just received on my phone and feel my throat tighten—not with sadness but frustration. Two months ago today, I moved out of the house my soon-to-be ex-husband Conner and I shared. And since then, he’s made it his mission to make my life hell.

Every day, it’s a text or a phone call asking me to come back to him. And when I refuse, he lashes out. Why he even wants me back is anyone’s guess. He doesn’t love me. I mean, how could he when he’s constantly sleeping with other women and has since we got married? Plus, he wants a child, and I absolutely do not.

Not with him.

I might have done some not-so-nice and really stupid things in the past, but I would never bring a helpless baby into an unstable environment. Which is the whole reason he told me he wanted a divorce to begin with. He found out that I was still taking my birth control after expressing his desire for us to have a baby. Like the decision was solely up to him.

I admit I had second thoughts the first couple of weeks after leaving him because I was really fricking scared, and my mom was adamant that I was doing the wrong thing. But now, I have zero regrets.

Actually, that’s a lie. I have a whole bunch of regrets, but none of them have anything to do with moving out of the house he and I shared or contacting a divorce attorney after he didn’t. Because he only used the topic of divorce as a way to try to manipulate me into giving him what he wanted.

With no choice but to text him back, I drag in a breath, then quickly type a reply, letting him know exactly what my lawyer told me just a few days ago. He cannot, in fact, take my car from me—regardless that it’s in his name—so long as I pay the lease payment every month and keep the insurance up to date. Which I have.

After I send the message, I place my cell in the cupholder, then reach over and dig my wallet out of my bag on the passenger seat. With my credit card in hand, I shove my door open and place one high-heeled shoe on the ground, then the other, before hefting my butt out of the seat. Shoving my Visa into the machine a second later, I wait for it to clear. As the tank fills, I carefully watch the dollar amount since I can’t put more than fifty dollars in if I plan on eating this week.

Over the last sixty days, I’ve learned a lot about not only who I am and who I want to be but also about money and the value of a dollar. Before I moved out of the house I shared with Conner, I never thought about how much gas was or food. Or that an afternoon at the spa costs what some people—me included now—make in a month working full time. I cringe even thinking about that.

If I had been smart, I could have been working while married instead of traveling, shopping, and pretending to be happy—when I was not—and saving every single dollar I made. Had I done that, I wouldn’t be in the situation I am now. I would’ve had a nest egg and would have been able to leave Conner without worry after the second time he cheated. The first time, I took him at his word that it was a mistake and would never happen again.

All that said, I now know I will never—not ever—be dependent on another man in my life.

When the pump hits forty-nine dollars, I grab the handle and squeeze the grip lightly until the amount lands right on the fifty-dollar mark. As I’m replacing the nozzle in its holder on the pump, someone shouting catches my attention. I turn in the direction of the building, feeling my stomach bottom out as two men run toward me, both dressed in dark clothing with masks covering their faces. As one lifts a gun in my direction, a balding older gentleman who must be the attendant on duty yells from inside the gas station that he’s calling the police.

“Where are your fucking keys?” the man closest to me barks while the one running with him opens the driver’s side door to my car and gets behind the wheel.

“Got the keys!” the guy inside shouts, and my Benz’s engine turns over while the man with the gun shoves me out of the way so he can open the passenger door, causing me to wobble on my heels. Then, in a blink, they speed off. I stare at the taillights of my car, sure that what just happened didn’t.

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Advertisement One Dark Kiss – Grimm Bargains Read Online Rebecca Zanetti http://www.books2020.com/one-dark-kiss-grimm-bargains-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Wed, 09 Jul 2025 19:14:31 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/one-dark-kiss-grimm-bargains-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal, Suspense Authors: Rebecca Zanetti Advertisement

Total pages in book: 113
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Rebecca Zanetti explores the forbidden and the taboo in this modern dark romance twist on Snow White—the second in a captivating new series set in a seductive world of money, power, billionaires, and the dangerous desires that drive them.

Mirror, Mirror . . . Innocence or Sin. The reflection holds a darker truth.

ALEXEI
I’ve spent the last seven years in the hell of a maximum-security prison, every moment consumed by the need for revenge—revenge against the bastards who framed me, and revenge against the family who stole everything I owned. Now that I’m finally free, nothing will stand in my way. Not even her—my hot as sin new lawyer. Maybe she’s another weapon sent by my enemies to break me, or maybe she’s the key to my freedom. Either way, once she’s mine, I’m never letting her go.

ROSALIE
When I took this case, I thought I had it under control. But Alexei is no typical convicted killer—he's a dangerously seductive force of nature. Perhaps it's the lingering power from his days as heir to a global social media empire. Innocent or not, he's dangerous in the worst and best ways.

I secure Alexei’s release as we prepare for a new trial, but he wastes no time turning against his traitorous relatives and plotting his return to power. Amidst the chaos, our explosive chemistry ignites, putting us—and everyone I care about—in the crosshairs of ruthless enemies. If we can’t stop them, Alexei plans to burn the whole world down. And if anything, he’s a man of his word .

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ONE

Rosalie

Alone, I cross my legs beneath the intimidating metal table secured to the floor, feeling as out of place as a raven in a nursery rhyme. The heat clunks and whispers from a grate in the ceiling but fails to warm the interview room, and when the door finally opens, the heavy frame scrapes against the grimy cement floor.

My spine naturally straightens, and my chin lifts as my client stalks inside, his hands cuffed to a chain secured around his narrow waist. He doesn’t shuffle. Or walk. Or saunter.

No. This man . . . stalks.

His gaze rakes me, and I mean, rakes me. Black eyes—deep and dark—glint with more than one threat of violence in their depths. He kicks back the lone metal chair opposite me and sits in one fluid motion. The scent of motor oil in fresh rain, something all male, wafts toward me.

I swallow.

The guard, a burly man with gray hair, stares at me, concern in his eyes.

“Please remove his cuffs,” I say, my focus not leaving my client.

My client. I don’t practice criminal law. Never have and don’t want to.

The guard hesitates. “Miss, I—”

“I appreciate it.” I make my voice as authoritative as possible, considering I’m about to crap my pants. Or rather, my best navy-blue pencil skirt bought on clearance at the Women’s Center Thrift Store. I don’t live there, but I’m happy to shop there. Rich people give away good items.

In a jangle of metal, the guard hitches toward us, releases the cuffs, and turns on his scuffed boot toward the door. “Want me to stay inside?”

“No, thank you.” I wait until he shrugs, exits, and shuts the door. “Mr. Sokolov? I’m Rosalie Mooncrest, your new attorney from Cage and Lion.”

“What happened to my old attorney?” His voice is the rasp of a blade on a sharpening stone.

I clear my throat and focus only on his eyes and not the tattoo of a panther prowling across the side of his neck, amethyst eyes glittering. “Mr. Molasses died in a car accident a month ago.” Molasses was a partner in the firm, and he represented Alexei in the criminal trial that had led to a guilty verdict. “I take it he wasn’t in touch with you often?”

“No.” Alexei leans back and finishes removing the cuffs from his wrists to slap onto the table. “You’re responsible for my being brought to the minimum-security section of this prison?”

Actually, my firm has juice and a named partner had made this happen. “Yes, and it’s temporary. You’re back to your normal cell block after this meeting.”

His chin lifts. “So this plush locale for our conference is for you, princess? The prestigious law firm doesn’t want you dirtied by the bowels of this place?”

Probably true. “I’m here to help you, Mr. Sokolov.”

His eyes glitter sharper than the panther’s on his neck. “Don’t call me that name again.”

I frown. “Sokolov?”

“Yes. It’s Alexei. No mister.”

Fair enough. I can’t help but study him. Unruly black hair, unfathomable dark eyes, golden-brown skin, and bone structure chipped out of a mountain with a finely sharpened tool. Brutally rugged, the angles of his face reveal a primal strength that’s ominously beautiful. The deadliest predators in life usually are.

Awareness filters through me. I don’t like it.

Worse yet, he’s studying me right back, as if he has Superman’s x-ray vision and no problem using it. He lingers inappropriately on my breasts beneath my crisp white blouse before sliding to my face, his gaze a rough scrape I can feel. “You fuck your way through law school?”

My mouth drops open for the smallest of seconds. “Are you insane?”

“Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage,” he drawls.

Did he just quote Ray Bradbury? “You might want to remember that I’m here to help you.”

“Hence my question. Not that I’m judging. If you want to do the entire parole board to get me out, then don’t hold back. If that isn’t your plan, then I’d like to know that you understand the law.”

It’s official. Alexei Sokolov is an asshole. “Listen, Mr. Sokolov—”

“That name. You don’t want me to tell you again.” His threat is softly spoken.

A shiver tries to take me, so I shift my weight, hiding my reaction. I stare him directly in the eyes, as one does with any bully. “Why? What are you going to do?” I jerk my head toward the door, where no doubt the guard awaits on the other side.

Alexei leans toward me and metal clangs. “Peaflower? I can have you over this table, your skirt hiked up, and spank your ass raw before the dumbass guard can find his keys, much less gather the backup he’d need to get you free. You won’t sit for a week. Maybe two.” His gaze warms. “Now that’s a very pretty blush.”

“That’s my planning a murder expression,” I retort instantly, my cheeks flaming hot.

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Advertisement Prince of Darkness – Dark Protectors Read Online Rebecca Zanetti http://www.books2020.com/prince-of-darkness-dark-protectors-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Thu, 01 May 2025 18:18:16 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/prince-of-darkness-dark-protectors-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Rebecca Zanetti Advertisement

Total pages in book: 113
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Dark Protectors, Book #17

Unknown to humans, beyond daylight lies a world of intoxicating darkness where deadly creatures prowl with insatiable desires and unbelievable power: vampires, demons, witches, shifters. When vulnerable humans find themselves thrust into that realm, they’ll never be the same. . .

In the aftermath of war, a fragile peace hovers between the Kurjan nation and the Dark Protector coalition. Yet amid labyrinthine politics and intrigue, Vero Phoenix, a Kurjan, stands apart. He has lived devoid of legacy or lineage—until the day he backed his newly found brother as king, putting himself into the treacherous position of enforcer and shield. Yet there is another thorn in his side, no less vexing, undeniably captivating—and all-too-human . . .

Lyrica Graves was once ensnared by Kurjan captors and now embodies defiance and freedom as she guides other women to independence and modernity. She is particularly amused—and breathtakingly fearful—by her tangles with Vero. But their clashing also belies a sizzling connection, a dark attraction between supernatural and fully human that threatens their chosen destinies and makes them a target for far too many enemies

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Chapter One

In modern vernacular, or rather, the human vernacular, today fucking sucked.

Vero Phoenix sat behind an ancient iron-and-oak desk, his body screaming for action. For anything. He’d even climb an ice-covered tree if that meant moving his legs.

“Mr., ah, Phoenix?” A petite, dark-haired female, who looked around twenty but was actually only seventeen years old, hovered hesitantly in the doorway of his office.

He had a damn office—as well as a surname. He somewhat understood the reasoning of creating family units by employing surnames, but adjusting took time. Just a month before, he’d discovered he had a brother named Paxton Phoenix, so when Pax became their king, Vero figured he should adopt the surname. If nothing else, it showed their enemies where his allegiance lay. “Yes?”

The female paled. “Sir, I mean, um, Mr. Phoenix?”

He bit back a snarl. Smiling was too much for him right now, so he tried to keep his brows from slashing down. Apparently that looked frightening—for some unfathomable reason. “Genevieve, you can call me Vero. Remember?” He couldn’t do anything about the hoarseness of his low voice, so he didn’t try.

She flushed from her chest to her hairline, her bluish-green gaze darting away. “Yes, sir. I mean, I’m sorry, sir.”

Jesus. “It’s okay.” He had to find somebody else to work as his secretary. Or administrative assistant. How in the hell did he have an administrative assistant? “What?” His voice sounded rusty because he rarely spoke.

She hovered, her shoulders down. “Um, Miss, I mean Ms., ah, Lyrica is here to see you.”

Well, double fuck. “Fine. Please send her in.” Now he sounded like some human stockbroker. Or worse, an attorney. If he had half a brain, he’d take off for the Himalayas and live by himself in a cabin blanketed with snow. Maybe he could make friends with a bear.

Screw that. He’d never had a real friend. Sure, he’d thought he had, but Hunter had ended up being a two-faced, lying, spying asshole. If Vero made friends with a bear, it would eat him.

That would be preferable to his current situation.

Lyrica Graves swept inside, somehow looking both regal and indignant while wearing jeans and a scarlet sweater that fit her curvy body perfectly, her cheeks red from the cold. She’d apparently ditched her coat in the outer office but still wore thick blue snow boots.

If he asked her to just shoot him, would she?

Her pretty brown eyes sparked. “You are totally screwing all this up.”

Yep. She’d definitely shoot him. He considered making the request for all of five seconds, then decided he didn’t want to give her that much satisfaction. In the saddle of life, she was a burr biting his skin, and she had been for the past weeks as they’d tried to bring the Kurjan nation, his nation, into modern times. “What do you want now?”

She drew to her full and unimpressive height of about five foot six inches and tossed her head in a way only angry females could achieve.

His body reacted instantly, going hard as a rock, head to toe—and worse yet, everywhere in between.

An unholy, feminine, and unreal peach bloomed beneath her smooth skin. “I heard you told Eudokia Guavras she could stay with her mate.”

If he had an emotion, he’d blink. Instead, he kept his voice level and forced himself to talk. “I spoke with her—alone—for more than an hour. She wants to remain with her mate. I thought that allowing females to do as they wish was your goal?”

She put both hands on her voluptuous hips, her eyes glittering like a dark disco ball. “Allow? Did you say allow?”

Damn it. That was one of the expressions he was supposed to banish. But the word fit the situation. He had allowed the female to stay with her mate of more than five hundred years. She’d begged and pleaded to do so. He shoved down irritation. “Yes. She loves her mate. They’ve been together since the Byzantine Empire, and she has borne him three sons. Good ones.” All three were, in fact, excellent soldiers.

Lyrica lifted her face to the ceiling as if he was just too stupid to deal with at the moment. “Eudokia doesn’t know what she wants. She has been a Kurjan mate for centuries, man. She has no clue about the life that could be hers out in the world.”

Yet her mate and her sons would remain with the Kurjan nation. A headache loomed at the base of Vero’s skull, and he allowed his jaw to firm. Now wasn’t the time to once again correct her that he wasn’t a man. Not human. Not even close. “Perhaps Eudokia doesn’t care about the outside world.”

Lyrica’s chin lowered. With her dark hair curling over her shoulders and her smooth skin begging for a kiss, she looked far more appealing than dangerous. Like a kitten hissing at a cobra, clueless to the dangerous bite about to strike her. “That’s because she’s had no exposure to freedom.”

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Advertisement Predator – Stope Packs Read Online Rebecca Zanetti http://www.books2020.com/predator-stope-packs-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:11:34 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/predator-stope-packs-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Rebecca Zanetti Advertisement

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Enemies clash, Secrets burn, and Love defies every law...

Emily Nightsom is a wolf shifter born to lead. Strong, fierce, and fiercely loyal, her pack has always assumed she’ll rise as their next alpha, even though she has repeatedly said otherwise. But Emily harbors a secret—a weakness buried so deeply she’s sworn no one will ever discover it. If it comes to light, it could shatter her pack’s trust and destroy the one thing she’s fought to her family. She’s willing to shoulder the burden of leadership if she has to—but not until every other option is gone.

Then there’s Jackson Tryne, Alpha of the Slate Pack. Enemy. Annoyance. Predator. The wolf shifter who kissed her years ago on a reckless dare—and left her wanting more even as she swore she’d never forgive his arrogance. Jackson has wanted Emily ever since that moment, but her rejection only fueled his desire to prove himself worthy of the untouchable, untamable wolf who refuses to be claimed. Now, with a deadly assassin closing in on her, Jackson doesn’t he takes her, hides her, and vows to protect her—even if it means breaking every law of the packs.

Emily’s fury is matched only by the fire between them. She’s spent years fighting her feelings for Jackson, but he’s done waiting. As the danger around them grows, her carefully guarded walls start to crumble, exposing not just her heart but the secret that could ruin her. Jackson is determined to have her, no matter the cost, but when the truth comes out, will he still see her as the fierce warrior he’s always loved? Or will it tear them—and their packs—apart?

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Chapter 1

Her nerves jangling like a skeleton caught in a tumble dryer on high spin, Emily Nightsom clasped her hands in her lap and rocked on the rear veranda of the mansion, her chin up and no expression on her face. Anybody looking at her would see perfect composure and dignity. But anyone who truly sensed her energy would feel an eerie, skin-crawling unease. Thank goodness nobody had ever been on her wavelength.

Well, mostly nobody. Jackson Tryne didn’t count. Ever.

Gentle lights shone down from chandeliers, edging out the darkness of night. The moon had risen, though only at half strength—which somewhat explained the weakness in her knees.

A storm edged closer, with thunder rolling across the sky. Lightning struck nearby with a crackle, and the smell of ozone filled the air. Then the skies opened, instantly releasing rain in sheets, filling the night with the scents of pine and fresh earth.

Sitting safely beneath the veranda’s solid roof, Emily heard vehicles pull up in front of the home and looked toward the table laden with cold cuts, rolls, and cookies. Lovely etched glasses surrounded a full water pitcher, while wine bottles breathed to the side, stemmed glasses nearby. Swallowing, she stood and turned toward the double glass door, her mouth parchment-dry.

Her father emerged first, his gaze on the table and approval tilting his lips.

Well, at least she’d done something right. “Father.”

“Hi, Honey.” Philip Nightsom’s smile and eyes were too wide. Shock?

“Where is she?” Emily angled her neck to see beyond him.

He straightened, and she took in his dashing gray suit and striped, green tie. For as long as she could remember, he’d always kept a three-piece suit in his town car in case he needed clothing. “She wouldn’t, ah, ride with me.”

Amusement surprised Emily as the sensation ran through her. “That’s interesting.”

He frowned and moved toward the table, pouring a glass of cabernet. “You might want to steel yourself.”

“Why?”

The door opened again, and Miliki, her father’s top Enforcer, strode out. At over a hundred years old, he had silver hair and sharp, brown eyes. “Miss Nightsom? I’d like for you to meet Nadia Hodge. Your, ah, half-sister.” He stepped to the side, revealing a female.

Emily swallowed a gasp.

A female walked forward, her eyes a lighter black than Emily’s. They both had platinum-blond hair and fine features.

“Hi.” The female spoke first, her gaze on the wild storm beyond the veranda.

“Welcome to our home.” Emily searched her sister’s face for something. Anything. Man, they looked alike.

Nadia glanced at Emily’s boot-covered feet and then her head. “Well. Guess you got all the height.”

Amusement took over again. “Guess so.” While Em was around six feet tall, Nadia had to be…what? Five-foot-six, tops? “And you have a dimple in your left cheek. I don’t.”

Her father took a deep gulp of wine. “You both look just like my mother. It’s fascinating, really.”

The poor guy sounded like he was still in shock. Probably was, considering he’d discovered he had another daughter just a few hours ago.

Nadia slowly grinned. “You’re truly beautiful, Emily.”

Emily chuckled. “That’s funny, considering we could be twins—minus the height difference.”

“No.” Nadia shook her head, her focus intense. “It’s more than that. There’s something about you. Beyond the bone structure and all of that. Real beauty.”

“What a kind thing to say,” Emily said smoothly.

Nadia snorted. “Kind isn’t exactly one of my character traits. Telling the truth…is.”

Likable. Her newly found sister was eminently likable. This might work out, after all.

A male strode through the door, his dark gaze taking in the entire veranda before he moved to the side, posting himself near Nadia in a position that ensured he could intercept anybody before they reached her. He stood to well over six feet tall and appeared muscled and strong.

Both Miliki and her father bristled.

“You brought your own Enforcer?” Emily asked. Or was there more to it?

Nadia nodded. “This is Caidrik. Our new, um, Alpha assigned him to my protection detail while I visited your territory.”

Emily’s eyebrow rose. Caidrik had some power. She could feel it. Was he an Alpha? Something was off here. “Your new Alpha? You mean Erik Volk?”

Nadia shifted her weight. She looked adorable in jeans and a pink sweater, with her blond hair up in a ponytail. “Yes. Erik Volk. Our co-op joined the Copper Pack earlier today. We need farming land, and they need wolves. It worked out.” She scrunched up her nose. “Although I’m not sure about having an Alpha, you know? My people have stayed out of wolf pack business.”

Caidrik looked from Nadia to Emily and back, promised death with a hint of intrigue in his eyes. “Which is why we were almost taken out by a rogue pack. We’ll be safer as members of the Copper Pack.” He focused on Emily. “It’s my understanding that you were engaged to Erik Volk, who is now mated to somebody else. Has that created bad blood?”

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