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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)

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As an immortal, elite hunter with elemental abilities, I’m no stranger to taking orders.
But I never thought my king would demand I teach a noble vampire how to control her newly surfaced powers. Especially when that noble vampire haunts my dreams in the best way.
Annika Sorokin is the most gorgeous vampire I’ve ever seen. She’s smart, sexy, and is fiercely loyal to her family—something I completely understand. But she’s not a one-and-done kind of vampire, so I keep my fantasies to myself.
And now I’m secluded on an island with her. Working nightly on her water-wielding abilities. With the island offering nowhere to run, her constant nearness is driving me mad with wanting her, but she deserves more than what I can give.
The more time we spend together, the more my no-relationship rule crumbles. We’re matched in so many ways, beyond our similar power, and there’s an undeniable need that pulses between us. She’s air to my fire, water to my ice, and soon I’m not sure how I’ve ever lived without her.
I’ve always viewed loving someone as a weakness, especially in a hunter’s line of work. We have enemies all over the world, now more than ever. And for me? They’re constantly searching for my weak spot.
Annika is mine. But she’s worth breaking every rule I have about love, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe

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CHAPTER 1

Dagon

The first day of December brings a frost that coats the ground Talon and I hunted on tonight, and as we return to the residence, a hot shower and at least a dozen pumpkin muffins are calling my name.

I’m halfway to the informal dining room where the snacks are when a very pregnant Olivia stops me mid-stride.

I blow out a breath, shaking my head at the female’s persistence.

“I’ve asked you for help for months,” she snaps. Her eyes are more severe than usual, which immediately has me on guard. “And now, I’m telling you.”

I cock a brow at her tone, glancing at her mate, Ransom, who steps between me and her with an apologetic look on his face. “Let’s not piss off the hunter,” Ransom says softly as he tries to gently pull her away.

“I don’t give a shit,” Oliva snaps as Ransom hauls her away. “You need to help her! It’s a mess upstairs! She’s a mess, and it wouldn’t take much for you to assist…” Her yells trail off as Ransom turns with her down a hallway.

I’m not intentionally being an asshole, but we’ve had a lot going on. Between taking on a massive horde of bloodmads a couple of weeks ago—thanks to Conrad, who died, and Samuel, who we lost, again, not to mention Zachariah almost losing his mate—I haven’t had time to even think of anything else.

But after the blow we delivered, despite Samual and Kyle Moorehouse evading us, we’ve bought ourselves a few days of some kind of peace, at least.

I sigh as I take the path away from my much-needed snacks and walk up the stairs.

As I hit the top step, my boot immediately slips on a thick trail of ice. I steady myself, following the path down the hallway, the ice leading into Annika’s suite. The entire floor is covered, so much so I have to carefully glide across it. Icicles hang from just about every inch of the ceiling but are more heavily congregated around the bathroom door.

“What in the Elsa shit is this?” I ask as I head that direction.

“In here!” Annika calls from behind the bathroom door.

I open it, taking her words as an invitation and freezing one step inside.

She’s bright fucking red and stark naked, with water frozen just above her breasts.

Jesus, she’s a knockout. Not that I hadn’t noticed that before…but damn.

Words tangle in my throat, shock and heat and all sorts of shit buzzing beneath my skin.

“Are you going to help get me out?” she asks, snapping me to reality. “Because this doesn’t hurt but I’m sure as hell stuck.”

Fuck me, the determination in her eyes is enough to have heat streaking through my veins. Never mind that she’s naked—that look is enough to grab anyone’s attention—but seeing as how she is naked, I lock that reaction the fuck up.

“I can thaw you,” I say, whirling around so my back is to her. I face my palm toward her where it hangs at my side, drawing just enough heat to start to melt the ice.

“Whoa,” Alek says as he steps into the room, glancing from me to Annika before immediately spinning around. “You’re excused from all hunter and assassin duties,” he says as he walks away.

“I’m not a teacher!” I snap, still thawing Annika without looking, which takes a bit of concentration.

“You are now, Professor Dagon,” the king retorts, leaving no room for argument, before he disappears from the room.

Fuck. My. Life.

CHAPTER 2

Annika

Iwait in one of the dining rooms in the residence, my knee anxiously bobbing beneath the mahogany table that’s large enough to seat twelve. Anxiety bubbles in my chest. It has everything to do with my newly surfaced powers and absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the king ordered Dagon to be my new teacher.

Dagon. The hunter.

The insanely gorgeous and equally infuriating hunter. The same one who saw me naked last night thanks to my power going rogue while I bathed.

Mortification ripples through me at the memory. I love my body, but him seeing me naked and in such a vulnerable position is a new level of embarrassment I didn’t know existed. I’m the daughter of Katya Sorokin, of the Sorokin line, for fuck’s sake. Niece of Olivia Sorokin, who’s not only the princess’s bodyguard, but also mated to one of the king’s right-hand Onyx Assassins. I come from a long line of females who watched over the hunters for centuries. Power runs in my family. Harnessing a new ability to control water should be easy for me to handle.

But I haven’t been handling it.

Not even a little bit. Which led to Oliva practically begging Dagon to work with me, which he refused until the king ordered him to.

I pretend not to be offended by him acting repulsed at the very idea of helping me learn to control my power. I have no idea why he feels the way he does. Maybe he finds the task beneath him? Maybe he doesn’t like the idea of teaching me—one of the females responsible for ensuring he and his brothers stayed locked in a chamber in stasis for centuries. But if that was the case, wouldn’t he understand the lengths my family had gone to ensure his safety while he slept?

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Advertisement Paxton (Bangor Badgers #3) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.books2020.com/paxton-bangor-badgers-3-read-online-samantha-whiskey Thu, 12 Jun 2025 17:15:56 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/paxton-bangor-badgers-3-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Bangor Badgers Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 55
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As a defenseman on the Bangor Badgers, I know all about initiating offensive plays.
I never thought I’d have to go toe-to-toe with a teammate for hurting my best friend.
But when Monroe gets hurt, there’s nothing I won’t do for her.
Including letting her move in with me.

We’ve been friends since we were kids, so living together should be a breeze.
Only problem?

I’ve been in love with her for years and she doesn’t have a clue.

Monroe is my dream girl in every way—smart, compassionate, adventurous. She’s the complete package, but our friendship means way too much to me to risk crossing that line.
But when I ask her to come with me on a vacation to help her escape her problems, the lines we’ve held in place for years start to fade.

Monroe isn’t a serious relationship person, and all I can see is a happily ever after with her.
I’d never pressure her, so I’m happy to take whatever pieces of herself she’s willing to give.

Soon, we discover that our chemistry is as fire as our friendship. The more we get of each other, the more we need, and now there’s definitely no going back.

And if I can’t convince her I’m fine with her terms, then I’ll lose not only my best friend, but the absolute love of my life.

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CHAPTER 1

PAXTON

I'm just about to settle in for the night when my phone buzzes in my pocket.

I shift on the couch, groaning at the idea of Nash, Lawson, or Baylor trying to convince me to come out tonight. They’ve already tried twice.

Not only am I exhausted, I'm just so damn tired of running into Monroe and Liam everywhere we go.

As long as she's happy, it's fine.

I just don't have to subject myself to the torture of it.

I pull out my phone, my heart stuttering in my chest when I see Monroe’s name and picture pop up.

I hesitate, wondering if my friends have roped her into asking me to come out too.

Normally I’d never hesitate to answer her call, but things have been different lately. Strained.

I'd like to blame it on the fact that I don't like Liam—he's a douchebag who somehow convinced her he's a nice guy—but it's more than that.

It's always been more than that.

I swipe to answer the call, knowing damn well I’ll never ignore her.

“Hello?” I answer, clearing my throat.

Loud music blares in the background, and I press my phone harder to my ear like it’ll help me hear better.

“Paxton,” Monroe says my name on a panicked breath.

That quickly, I'm up, shoving my feet into shoes and grabbing my keys.

“Where are you?” I ask, adrenaline flooding my veins as I head out of my house, barely remembering to lock the door on my way out before I’m in my car.

She's crying.

I'm going to fucking kill him if he hurt her.

“He drove me into the city for this festival thing and he left me here,” she says, her tone drenched in tears, her breathing shallow.

“Fuck.” I grip my steering wheel so tight my fingers ache, shifting my phone to speaker and drawing up her location.

We've shared locations since we've had the ability, and I’ve never been so grateful for that as I am right now. My phone’s GPS locks on to her, and I take the route faster than is probably safe.

“I'm on my way,” I say, doing my best to keep the anger I feel out of my tone.

It's all for him, and nothing for her.

Goddamn him, he has no idea what he's just done.

“Monroe,” I say firmly. “I need you to breathe for me, okay? I'm going to stay on the phone with you the whole time. You’re not alone, do you hear me?”

“I hear you,” she says. “I'm trying. But there are so many people here, Pax.” She lets out another panicked little cry. “I don't know anyone here. I'm so sorry I had to call you⁠—”

“Never apologize,” I cut her off. “You need me and I'm there. Always.”

That’s never changed.

I've known Monroe since we were kids, since our families are close friends.

Which is why I know that being abandoned in public places is a huge trigger for her. It causes all variations of panic attacks.

Once, when we were ten and on a vacation in Greece, Monroe got separated from us in the market. It’d been packed. One second, she was there, the next she wasn’t. It took us over two hours to find her, and by the time we got to her, she’d been so traumatized by it that it stuck with her forever.

I’ve never let her out of my sight again when we’re out together.

And this asshole just left her.

“Breathe for me, Monroe,” I say again when I hear her breaths coming in shallow gasps. “Just close your eyes and breathe. Is there a place you can get away from the crowd? A front entrance, a reception desk, anything?”

I'm on the highway now, driving twenty over the speed limit in an attempt to get to her faster.

“There's too many people,” she says, and I can hear her teeth chattering, her body going into full panic mode at being left in a strange, crowded place alone.

I’m going to fucking kill this guy.

“That's okay,” I say, taking the exit that will lead me to her. “I'm two minutes out. You don't have to move. I will find you. I promise.”

“I'm so sorry,” she says again.

My chest cracks at the apology. At the way she always apologizes anytime we've ever been in this situation. Which is a few since that first time.

“You've done nothing wrong,” I say, finding my way onto the patch of land that's working as a parking lot for the festival happening several yards away.

“I did,” she says. “It's my fault. I broke up with him and he left me here. He left me with no way to get out. Get home.”

Rage cuts into me, but I do my best to push that to the side.

I have one focus now and that's getting to her.

“I'm here,” I say, holding the phone to my ear as I pay the person at the gate so I can go through.

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Advertisement Nash (Bangor Badgers #2) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.books2020.com/nash-bangor-badgers-2-read-online-samantha-whiskey Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:25:09 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/nash-bangor-badgers-2-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Sports Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Bangor Badgers Series by Samantha Whiskey
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As a vet on the Bangor Badgers, I’m no stranger to doing whatever it takes to earn us a win.

One thing I never thought I’d do to help boost ticket sales?

Fake a relationship with our irresistible and sharp-tongued social media manager, Reese Jaynes.

Her dream came true in the form of a viral video, but there’s just one problem…

It’s a lie.

And now millions of viewers think she’s landed the un-landable Badger—me.

When she asks me to keep up the act in order to help give the Badgers the attention they deserve, I can’t possibly say no.

We’re no strangers to fiery debates, but her quick wit and sexy mouth are two things I’ll never be able to resist.

Soon I find myself a little too comfortable playing the role of the doting boyfriend, and the more time I spend with her, the more I realize there’s nothing fake about how well we fit together.

But overnight fame demands a steep price, and when the Badgers’ moral ethics come under fire, I start to wonder where Reese’s heart truly lies?

I’ve never fallen like this before so when things get rocky, I’m the first one to break. And my mistakes might lose me the one thing I never knew I needed—her

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CHAPTER 1

NASH

“Oh, yes you do, Reese’s Pieces,” I respond to her quick dismissal. “I've just been trying to figure out what it is you have against me,” I continue before taking a quick drink. The Queen’s Rum is packed with my Bangor Badger teammates and adoring fans ready to ring in the New Year, but I can’t take my eyes off Reese.

I haven’t been able to since the first day she fired that sharp tongue at me.

“Oh, would you look at that, Lawson's calling me over to him. Bye,” Blakely says, not at all subtle as she bolts from the table.

“You know,” I continue, leaning over the table to make sure Reese is listening. “People usually get to know me before they decide to hate me.”

Reese’s lips part, and I can’t help but focus on them. She has that irresistible, natural pouty lip look that’s my kryptonite, and they’re painted a light pink tonight to match her dress.

“I don’t hate you,” she says.

I smile wider at that. “Then why do you love to give me a hard time every time I see you?”

A small grin shapes her mouth. “Why do you?”

“I just rise to the occasion,” I say, shrugging. “I think if you gave me a chance, you might actually want to be civil around me.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Why do you care how I act around you, Stokehill? I’m not one of them,” she says, motioning to the group of women that have been following me around since I got here.

“I care because we run in the same circles,” I explain, even though it’s only half true. I care because I haven’t been able to get her out of my head for the last couple of months and it’s driving me nuts. “Maybe it’s time we call a truce and behave nicely toward each other.”

Her eyebrows raise. “Nash Stokehill wants to make a friend?” she teases, pushing away from the table. “It is New Year’s Eve,” she continues, looking down at me. “I suppose anything is possible on a night like tonight.”

I swallow hard. Jesus, she’s beautiful. Her long, dark hair is half up, half cascading down her back, and her pink dress hugs her curvy body in all the right places.

“Anything?” I ask, following her across the bar like a freaking dog on a lead.

She glances over her shoulder, confusion flashing in her light-green eyes. “Sure,” she says, moving through the crowd and heading to the back corner where the owner set up a massive snack spread for the night. “Why are you following me?”

“It’s almost midnight,” I say.

“And?” She plucks a strawberry from a platter, biting the tip of it off before chasing a few stray drops of juice with her tongue.

Fuck, I want that tongue in my mouth.

I’ve wanted her since the moment she first snapped at me and ignited a delightful little word war between us any time we’re together. I’m no stranger to the fine line between hate and passion. I know it can be electric, but she doesn’t look at me like she hates me. She looks at me with a need I recognize.

“Shouldn’t you hurry and grab someone you’re interested in kissing to ring in the New Year?”

I lean a little closer as she drops the strawberry stem in a nearby trash can. “I’m looking at who I’m interested in.”

Her eyes flare wide, then she laughs.

I furrow my brow.

“You’re joking,” she says.

“I’m not.”

“We can barely go two seconds without arguing,” she says as the people around us start a countdown.

“I can barely go two seconds without being mesmerized by that mouth of yours,” I counter.

She visibly swallows, her eyes falling to my mouth.

“Nine…eight…seven…”

I step closer, and she doesn’t back away. Instead, she leans into me, nothing but fire in her eyes.

“You think I’ll fall for you from just a kiss, Stokehill?”

“Never,” I say, reaching to cup her delicate face. Fuck, her skin is so smooth beneath my calloused hands. “But you may soften up to me a bit.”

She smiles up at me. “I highly doubt that.”

“Only one way to find out, Reese’s Pieces” I say, cocking a brow at her in question.

“Four…three…two…”

She reaches up on her tiptoes—even in heels she’s so much shorter than me—and bridges the distance between us.

I don’t hear the countdown finish.

I barely hear the cheers and claps that announce the New Year.

I can only feel.

Reese’s mouth fits perfectly against mine, and she tastes like strawberries as she parts her lips for me, letting me slide in. I shift us, drawing her flush against me as I take control of the kiss. I flick my tongue against hers, teasing and exploring, relishing the little hitch in her breath when I do it.

Fuck, my blood is on fire. She kisses just like she speaks to me—a combination that lands somewhere between feisty and angry, and it’s hot as hell.

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Advertisement Sweet and Salty (Sweet Water #3) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.books2020.com/sweet-and-salty-sweet-water-3-read-online-samantha-whiskey Wed, 12 Feb 2025 07:21:58 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/sweet-and-salty-sweet-water-3-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Sweet Water Series by Samantha Whiskey
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I’m Zoe Casson, Sweet Water’s resident psychologist, a senator’s daughter, and an all-around rule follower. Except for that one night…

I slept with a man at a masquerade party and still don’t know his real name or what he looks like. The same mystery man who I’ve been texting for two months.
The one I can’t get out of my head, but I’m afraid if we meet for real, the fantasy will die.

Plus, I’ve got way too much going on to consider a relationship—even if his texts give me butterflies. My practice is booming, but I’ve got an ex-client stalking me, leaving notes on my car, and showing up unannounced. After the fifth encounter, my father hires a security detail to shadow me for the next six months.

Only problem?
That security detail is my mystery man.
And now he’s going to be at my side twenty-four seven.

Owen Rolfe is everything I imagined him to be and more—strong, confident, and this side of dangerous. Exchanging flirty texts for in-person conversations only enhances our undeniable chemistry, and the more time we spend together, the harder I fall.

It’s his job to protect me, but our feelings for each other raise the stakes.
And when my ex-client escalates from stalking to violence, I’m worried my role in Owen’s life is going to get him hurt…or worse.
And I’ll never be able to live with myself if something happens to him because of me.

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CHAPTER 1

Zoe

Iswear this club is pumping something through the air vents tonight. Some sort of concoction that loosened my muscles and excited my nerves.

Or it could be the mask I wear that hides my face, allowing me to be absolutely anyone other than the strictly professional Dr. Zoe Casson for the night.

Or it could be the dress that hugs my body in all the right ways, making me feel like an emboldened goddess rather than a mind-my-manners therapist.

Music thrums and pulses throughout the room, and half the dance floor is covered with my friends and their friends, most of them being Carolina Reapers. It’s refreshing to see a bunch of burly, alpha hockey players masked up and letting loose, and they certainly aren’t hard to look at either, but most are attached and the others already have interested parties vying for their attention, not that I’m looking. I know I joked with Luna about pretending to be someone else tonight, but I have rules. And the first one is no one-night-stands, no matter how badly I’m aching for a release. I value structure and emotional intimacy, but something about tonight feels different. Maybe I really can be someone else.

After a few dances, I wander toward the crowded bar in need of hydration. “Water please!” I call to the bartender once I have his attention, having wiggled my way in between masked bodies in order to claim a sliver of the bar.

The bartender nods, walking toward the fridge in the back to grab me a bottle.

“You don’t have to yell,” a male voice says, practically right in my ear. “If you want my attention, just say so.”

I turn, fully prepared to roll my eyes at the guy, but stop short when my eyes meet a whole lot of muscled chest instead of a face. I have to look up and up in order to see him. His face is entirely covered with a silver mask, with slits carved into it so he can see, the holes covered by some black mesh so I can’t even make out the color of his eyes. It’s intimidating as hell, but equally intriguing.

“Wasn’t asking for your attention,” I say, clearing my throat when it cracks slightly. He’s so close to me, his warm, very muscled body brushing the side of mine. And sure, the entire bar is crammed in like that, but now that his attention is on me, it makes me that much more aware of it.

I slide a ten to the bartender once he gives me the water, and I instantly crack it open and take a few healthy swallows. It’s been ages since I’ve been to a club or dancing, and it’s hot as hell in here. The water helps, and I sigh happily when I’ve drained half the bottle.

“Thirsty?” he asks, his voice like liquid velvet in my ear. Jesus, are those warm chills dancing down my body because he said a single word?

“Why?” I ask. “You going to offer to buy me a drink?”

He taps my water bottle with a black-gloved hand. “You already have one,” he says, looking down at me. Or at least, I think he’s looking down at me. It’s hard to tell with the mask. “Anything else I can offer you?”

Wow. The guy is blunt, I’ll give him that. I’m not used to that kind of directness from the past few dates I’ve been on. They’ve all about the game, the chase, the fake details meant to make me swoon when in reality I can see right through them. It’s what kept me out of the dating scene for a year—too many bad dates with too many fake people.

“I don’t know,” I say, adrenaline crashing through my body. Luna said tonight was about being other people. And hell, this guy has no clue who I am. We’re an hour away from Sweet Water. I can be anyone I want tonight. But right now, I just want air. “Can you become an AC for a few seconds?” I ask, fanning myself.

“Getting a little hot?” he asks, and damn him, the way he says it makes me smile. There’s something effortless about his voice, about the way he says things, and it’s doused in a whole heap of deep, sexy tenor.

“I am, actually,” I say, waving him off as I push away from the bar, heading toward the front doors so I can hopefully catch a little breeze and finish my water before finding my friends again.

A hand gently slides into mine, the leather from the gloves soft and buttery against my skin. I arch a brow at the masked man, but he nods behind him before leaning down to my ear so I can hear him over the music.

“I know a cooler spot,” he says.

“Is that right, Silver?” I ask, calling him by his mask’s color. He certainly hasn’t offered up a name, not that I had either.

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Advertisement Lawson (Bangor Badgers #1) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.books2020.com/lawson-bangor-badgers-1-read-online-samantha-whiskey Thu, 19 Dec 2024 11:51:24 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/lawson-bangor-badgers-1-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Sports Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Bangor Badgers Series by Samantha Whiskey
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I’ve just been drafted onto the one NHL franchise that never should’ve the Bangor Badgers.

The team is on the cusp of failure and the only thing lower than their number of wins last season is their ticket sales. But thanks to me, that’s all about to change. Nothing will stand in my way of turning us into a winning team…

Until a stranger who gives me the hottest kiss of my life turns out to be my new skate coach.

Blakely Wren is gorgeous, funny, and brilliant on the ice. Her figure skating days have made her a perfect asset for the Badgers, and her take-no-prisoners attitude has me signing up for more lessons than necessary.

Things heat up between us the more time we spend on the ice, and soon it’s not just the Stanley Cup I want to win this season—it’s her heart.

Only problem?
She’s completely off-limits and has a toxic past that’s made her wary of all things relationship. She’s hiding something too, and her secret is big enough to put both our jobs on the line.

And in the end, I’ll have to choose—the girl of my dreams or the career I’ve worked my entire life for.

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CHAPTER 1

LAWSON

“To me,” I say, holding up my glass filled with the bar’s signature rum cocktail. It’ll be the only alcohol I’ll allow myself tonight. “Because I'll be the one leading us to victory this season. You’re welcome.”

I glance over the array of faces looking at me in disbelief. There’s a decent mixture of newly acquired players—myself included—and Bangor Badgers veterans.

We crowd one of Bangor’s oldest and most popular bars, The Queen’s Rum. The local hotspot is nestled in a historical brick building perched along the Penobscot river, not two miles from the town’s beloved statue of Paul Bunyan. I’ve only lived here a little over a week, just after I got drafted, but I'd be lying if I said the statue didn't freak me out. I blame that terror on Stephen King.

“You really think you’ll be the one to break our losing streak?” Nash Stokehill asks. He’s one of the Badgers’ veterans.

“They drafted me first, didn’t they? Couldn’t resist my college stats, which include eleven goals and thirty-nine assists just last season, pushing me toward playmaker of the year, in case any of you didn’t Google me.”

“Stats don’t mean everything,” Nash fires back. “And neither does vying for having the biggest dick in the locker room.” He rolls his eyes, looking like he’ll say more, but two beautiful brunettes walk past our group, making their way to the indoor miniature golf course set up across the bar, and his entire demeanor changes. He flashes the women a smile and a wink, making them giggle.

Huh, guess the rumors about Stokehill being a legendary fuckboy are true. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but my focus is on winning this season.

“For those of you like me who are new this season,” I continue while I still have the attention of most of the team. “I get where you’re at. We were drafted onto the worst NHL team in the league, and most of us would accept a trade deal to just about any other team in a nanosecond, but that changes now. I don’t know what’s been happening the last few years, but I’m ready to bring in some wins. It’s what I’m used to. So each and every one of you better bring your A game. I’ll be damned if my talent is wasted.”

Several of the new recruits nod and voice their agreement. They all have a hunger in their eyes that matches mine, but a low, gruff laugh sounds to my right, and I cock an eyebrow that direction.

“Already talking like you're the fucking captain when you're not.” Clay Kiplin—the Bangor Badgers’ resident asshole—flashes me a glare that’s enough to make me stand up a little straighter and hope to fuck he doesn't notice.

He is the Badgers’ captain, and I respect that.

But he's been captaining a losing team.

I'm not saying it all falls on him, but I won't know what the fuck is wrong with this team until I get on the ice with them.

“We've had plenty of cocky little shits stumble onto the ice and say they're the key to turning this team around. Seen lots of cocky little shits get traded too. Maybe save your bravado for practice tomorrow.”

“Can you even really call it practice?” I fire back.

We'd all been summoned to Bangor, Maine, weeks ahead of the regular practice schedule. The new owner made it mandatory that we attend a little impromptu training camp before actual practice starts in anticipation for pre-season. The e-mail mentioned something about a new skating coach and drills the owner wants us to master.

“Yeah, I can,” Clay says. He sits rigid in his chair, his back pressed against a wooden pillar, his drink untouched on the little table before him.

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As the leader of the immortal hunters, I’m no stranger to making tough decisions.
The hardest of which was going into stasis to save the world centuries ago—and losing my mate in the process.

Upon awaking in present day, I was told my mate died years ago.
The news crushed me, but the war we’re fighting is too important to forfeit my life…right now.
I function on autopilot despite the support of my hunter brothers, taking life one night at a time until we can end this war and I can return to the once-dark sleep that claimed me.

But on a solo hunt, I almost meet death much sooner than planned. Overrun by bloodmad vampires, I’m saved by another hunter on their trail…no, a huntress.
My mate.

Talia Ashcroft is the love of my life, but she’s not the same girl I was forced to leave behind.
She’s a lethal huntress, stronger and more powerful than I remember, not to mention as gorgeous as ever. Years of separation did nothing to tame the chemistry between us, and I’m elated that fate has given us a second chance.

There’s only one problem.
She hates me.
I broke her heart centuries ago, and she has no intention of giving it to me again.

But fate has brought us together as we work to capture a common enemy, and I’m not going to waste this chance to make amends.
Losing her is the biggest regret of my existence.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to her that I’ll never choose duty over her again…
Even if it means letting go of the key to winning this war.

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CHAPTER 1

Zachariah

Lycan territory feels a lot like stepping across a threshold and into a vat of quicksand.

The lycans granted my presence on their lands tonight to investigate a lead after gathering some information from Mrs. Zorin, but it’s no secret the lycan dogs hate us.

A sentiment I share. The king had made leaps and bounds with his alliances with the beasts, but I still haven’t caught up.

They aren’t what I’m here for though.

Mrs. Zorin told me about a bloodmad vampire trail, and I hope to find Samuel’s scent. I didn’t tell Saint because he’d been busy helping calm Aurora after an episode. Dagon had been in hiding, dodging Olivia's requests that he help uncover whether her niece was an elemental like him, and Ajax and Talon had been preoccupied with their mates.

Which is fine, because I don’t need backup.

Not for one bloodmad vampire. Especially not with all the powers I carry inside me. Powers that even the king doesn’t know about. We have to keep most of them under wraps, me and my brothers, because I’d be labeled as a threat. The fact that I absorb the powers of anyone I kill, or anyone who willingly gives them to me, would be intimidating to even the most trusting of kings, let alone his assassins who are already wary of us.

Besides, solitude has been calling me since we’d awoken. Since I had to relive the memory of going into stasis and everything I gave up.

Lilac eyes flash into my memory; crystal clear as if I peered into them only yesterday.

I never stopped thinking about her. Never stop smelling her scent in the dead of the day while I slept.

She’s my first thought upon awakening, and my last as I fall asleep—a constant source of pain that grows stronger every night.

A branch creaks beneath my boot, and I curse myself for the sound, for getting distracted enough to not watch my footing as I traipse through the woods, hot on the trail of this vampire who sought refuge in lycan territory.

It doesn’t smell like Samuel, which leaves me feeling even more deflated than when I first started this hunt.

Either way, I have a duty to dispose of it. The thing has left a string of bodies from vampire to lycan territory, and it’s the one thing that I’ve been built to do.

A barrage of scents hit me as I clear a massive outcropping of trees, coming upon a wide-open cave that’s set straight into the base of a mountain. I scent at least three, possibly four, vampires. Each of them tinged with that bloodmadness me and my brothers have been trained to hunt and kill. The kind of vampire who is made two ways, either from toxic practices—denying blood upon transition and pairing it with physical and mental torture—or, from a vampire who stops towing the line with their thirst, gorging themselves on human blood so much they lose their moral center.

I’ve only taken one step toward the cave before they’re on me—not four, but eight—eight vampires with red eyes, bearing down on me in an instant.

Instinct takes over, and I draw my blades, slicing the necks of the two closest to me before dodging the hands of three more. My evasion tactics lead me deeper into the cave, something I know isn’t smart, but can’t avoid.

I dispatch another, taking the number down to five, but these things are relentless, attacking me with a mindless sense of malice that’s signature of a newly turned bloodmad vampire. There are slight hints of Samuel’s scent on them, and guilt fills my veins that my brother did this. Created these creatures in an attempt to throw us off his trail and to kill us at the same time.

And he might succeed, because I’ve never taken on this many by myself. Damn, I really shouldn’t have come alone.

Two of the vampires leap on me, taking me to the ground, baring their fangs, snapping at my neck as I hold them off. Hating how strong newly turned vampires are, I reach into my well of power, filling my hands with electricity and giving them both a shock that propels them across the cave.

Just as quickly, another two jump on me, and I turn my electric hands into fire, burning the two to ash as I find my footing.

A new smell slashes into the cave, as do the sounds of the screams of vampires as someone dances away from their clawed hands, stabbing two chests with one sword. The female wears the clothes of a huntress, something I haven’t seen in centuries. Black leather and a bright purple emblem emblazed across the back, which is all I can see of her.

“You take that one in the back,” she calls over her shoulder, and something about her voice jars me to my very core. “I'll handle these two.”

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Advertisement Crimson Shifter (Onyx Assassins #7) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.books2020.com/crimson-shifter-onyx-assassins-7-read-online-samantha-whiskey Thu, 22 Aug 2024 20:05:35 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/crimson-shifter-onyx-assassins-7-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Onyx Assassins Series by Samantha Whiskey
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As an immortal, elite hunter with the ability to shift into any animal I like, I’m an expert at sneaking around.
But I never thought I’d have to pose as her pet.
Cassandra Zorin is the elegant, sexy, vampire daughter of a traitor. She’s as trustworthy as a pit viper, despite her claims of innocence. And when the king orders me to pose as her beloved pet panther while she infiltrates her heavily warded family estate, I can’t say no—even though I think we’re as likely to kill each other as our enemies.

Spending every waking minute with her has my hackles rising, among other things… I can’t help it. She’s gorgeous, with a sharp tongue and an even sharper set of fangs that I can’t stop thinking about. The more I learn about who she is beneath the polished, noble mask, the more I realize she’s nothing like I assumed.

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CHAPTER 1

Talon

The atmosphere in Alek’s office was anything but cozy, especially with the way Lachlan refused to sit the fuck down.

Seriously, the Highlander hovered behind the king like a damned nursemaid, but at least he didn’t insult me by keeping watch on me. Oh no, the second-in-command’s eyes were on the door behind me.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why you were summoned,” Alek said, shooting a look at Lachlan that said he’d had enough of the pacing, too.

“I can admit I’m curious.” I lounged back in the chair across from his desk.

“You have a skill I need,” Alek admitted, reaching into his drawer and pulling out a few papers. A quick glance told me they were the lists of names we’d acquired from the Sons. “As you know, we’re about to head into the war room for a meeting, and I would like you to agree to my plan before I pitch it to the rest of the table.”

“Before?” I arched an eyebrow.

“I’d rather know you’re on my side and agree before fighting Zachariah about sending you into danger,” he admitted. “You all tend to stick together.”

A slow smile played across my face. “You have my attention.” I casually crossed my ankle over my knee.

“These lists,” Alek said, and pushed the papers my way. “The last one arrived with Warrick Zorin.”

I nodded, knowing the others had put the kid through his paces before they’d let him out of the dungeon and into the barracks to train with the others. Not that he was a kid. He was just a fuck-ton younger than I was.

“He says that he got it from his older brother, Edward.” Alek looked me in the eye. “Which means the oldest Zorin is in league with the Sons, just like his father had been.”

My jaw flexed, seeing where this was headed. “You want me to leave my brother’s mission to hunt down Samuel and focus instead on the Sons.”

“I’m not saying that Samuel isn’t involved—” Alek started.

“Do me the honor of not bullshitting me.”

Lachlan’s focus changed from the door to me.

“Fine.” Alek shrugged. “I’m asking you to switch your focus, because you are uniquely able to get inside the fortress the Zorins call home.”

My brow furrowed. “You want me to do what? Change into a hawk? A mouse? How the fuck would that help get past the wards they have on that place?” The protections the Zorins kept on their family home weren’t just formidable, they were legendary, and while I’d known more than one Zorin in my time, it seemed this generation had taken their security to a whole new level.

“Not exactly.” Alek cringed.

“It’s about to get interesting.” Lachlan’s beard twitched, and I had the distinct impression that there was a joke I wasn’t in on.

A knock sounded softly on the door behind me.

“Come in,” Alek answered.

The door opened and Cassandra Zorin swept in, her gown rustling around her ankles. The female was still dressed formally, apparently having attended evening repast. Her panther sauntered in after her.

Fuck me, but Cassandra was exquisite to look at. High cheekbones, dark hair that I would have bet looked great sweeping over my thighs as she wrapped those blood-red, perfect lips around my cock made her…well, too gorgeous for her own good. She was tall and lithe, the perfect specimen of a female of our species, and she had a way of walking that made me wonder if her feet ever touched the floor.

She was the epitome of nobility, of grace, of centuries of selective breeding.

She was also as trustworthy as a fucking pit viper.

“You asked to see me, my king?” She dropped into a curtsy, sinking low enough to raise my eyebrows. What a well-trained little snake.

I couldn't help but wonder if my king’s mating mark was still falsely tattooed on her skin, or if she’d gone through the rather painful procedure to have it removed after Lyric had shown up and claimed Alek’s heart…and his mark.

“Please, sit.”

Cassandra rose just as gracefully as she’d dipped, and her dark eyes widened slightly as she saw me. Then she swallowed and sat in the chair next to me. The look on her face was…resigned.

She knew what was going on.

Interesting.

“Have you given thought to what we spoke about earlier?” Alek asked.

“I have,” she said, nodding once. She folded her hands in her lap and kept her spine ramrod straight.

“And?” Alek prodded as Lachlan crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’ll do it,” she said with a note of certainty that told me she’d given a lot of thought to his request. “If Warrick says that Edward has been making use of our family home from time to time, then I believe him.” She eyed the papers on the desk. “I’d like to not believe that Edward is involved in any of that, but I’m willing to journey home for a…sabbatical, and ferret out the truth. I’ll report back as agreed.”

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Advertisement Gareth (Billionaire’s Game #5) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.books2020.com/gareth-billionaires-game-5-read-online-samantha-whiskey Sat, 11 May 2024 14:57:23 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/gareth-billionaires-game-5-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Mafia Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Billionaire's Game Series by Samantha Whiskey
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I am and have been many owner of the Charleston Cougars, CFO of Maxfield Corp, and ex-Chicago mafia prince. One thing I was certain I’d never be called? Husband. But that was before the Irish mafia princess Serenity O’Brien showed up outside my door, calling in one of my favors. Her prick of a father was about to sell her off to an allying family like a broodmare, and she wants me to help make her unsellable by stealing her prized virginity. I can’t do that to her. So I offer to marry her instead. The solution is a temporary fix to her problem, and at least with me, I know she’ll be safe.I vow not to touch her, but she has other plans. I’ve wanted her since the moment I saw her, and marrying her only makes that worse. Not to mention she’s hell-bent on seducing me to ensure she loses all value to her family. But that’s the thing she doesn’t realize. She’s the most valuable thing on the planet to me. And the more time we spend together, the harder I fall for the sweet princess who should absolutely stay away from a monster like me. Serenity is stronger than she realizes, and she accepts me for exactly who I am. When we collide? It’s earth-shattering. And there’s no going back. I don’t care if her entire family comes after us, I’ll protect her at all costs. She’s mine.

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CHAPTER 1

Gareth

Icouldn't feel my fingertips.

We'd moved up our monthly poker game by a couple of weeks so we could be in Lake Tahoe for New Year's Eve, and Asher’s snowboarding event had lasted two hours past acceptable. The thick ski gloves had done their best, but even at the game I’d barely been able to hold my damn cards.

At least the game had been uneventful, seeing as at the last one, Crossland and Doyle had pulled their cocks out and put both of their NHL teams on the line.

Thank fuck Cross had won, but I knew Doyle wasn't going to let that shit slide. He'd been uncharacteristically quiet tonight, and we'd ended the game before midnight so my friends could go ring in the new year with their significant others.

I couldn't believe that they all had a constant partner now, but I wasn't about to crash their party as the one single person left in our inner circle.

Despite the quick shower I’d taken before the game, the cold still clung to my bones. The chill from the slopes had worked itself into the very marrow, and now that I had nothing on the agenda, I jumped right back into the scalding hot shower and took my sweet ass time.

It wasn't like I had a date waiting for me, even though I could’ve secured one. I just wasn't in the mood. And even though I was up-front with all my casual dates about what they were, sometimes on holidays like New Year's Eve, they got other ideas.

Ideas like I was boyfriend material or worse, marriage material.

I was the furthest from either.

Not because of my bachelor tendencies, or because I traveled more than I stayed in one place, but because of my past. I'd done my best to eradicate the darker aspects of my history, but shadows always have a way of surfacing. Like old enemies looking for a weak spot against my family, enough to ensure I never made things serious with anybody.

Not that I'd ever dated anyone who made me think it'd be worth the risk.

When the shower water shifted to lukewarm, I shut it off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around my waist. I finally felt warm again and was seriously contemplating punching Asher the next time I saw him.

I loved adrenaline rushes as much as the next person, but staying outside in frigid temperatures for six hours? No fucking thanks.

A knock on my door sounded. I glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it read fifteen to midnight, and I hurried over, more than ready to dig into the room service I’d ordered before I got in the shower.

I swung the door open, the breath stalling in my lungs. It wasn’t a hotel attendant that had every muscle in my body locking up.

It was Serenity O’Brien.

The soft-spoken, drop-dead-gorgeous daughter of one of my family’s biggest rivals. The daughter of the most insufferable bastard to ever gain a seat at our invite-only poker game.

The woman who had a starring role in my most forbidden fantasies.

Her long blonde hair hung in waves over her shoulders, the same hair that had gotten caught in my cufflinks at one of the first games she attended. The incident had put her in my arms for a brief moment, and I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since.

Her bright blue eyes looked up at me with all sorts of emotions I couldn’t even pretend to read, and a cream-colored trench was cinched tight around her supple waist, the tie loose and desperate to unravel under my fingers. One tug and I could slide my hands inside, smooth them over her no doubt warm, soft skin.

I furrowed my brow, stopping the vision in its tracks. “Why are you in a trench—never mind, what do you want?” I used the tone I'd constantly kept with her—low, sharp, and to the point.

I couldn’t allow myself to show her anything else. Anything other than someone she didn’t want to fuck with. Because if I showed her the truth? It'd be like inviting an innocent little bunny into a wolf den.

It didn’t matter that I’d wanted her since the first moment I saw her. She belonged to a rival family and was a sweet little virgin who deserved a sweet little guy.

Not someone like me.

Before she could answer, my room service arrived, and she shifted out of the way as the resort employee awkwardly wheeled in the tray and left it there, his eyes shifting between us in question before he practically sprinted back to the elevators down the hall.

I glanced down at myself, realizing I was still in just a towel. Was that why Serenity's eyes had been raking over my chest, snagging on every inch of ink I had?

“Serenity?” I asked.

She visibly swallowed, dipping her delicate fingers into her coat pocket and retrieving something that she promptly shoved into my hand.

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From Amazon top ten bestselling author Samantha Whiskey comes the billionaire, fake relationship romance you won't want to miss!I hold several NHL Calgary Team Owner, McClaren Empire Heir, and Insatiable Playboy.My friends believe I’m more likely to walk on the moon than hold down a monogamous relationship, and that’s never bothered me…Until now.Call me cocky, but I don’t like being told I can’t do something. So when my best friend throws down a high-stakes bet stating I can’t stay in a serious relationship for three months, I lie and tell him I’m already in one.Not my most brilliant move.In an effort to prove everyone wrong, I approach the first woman I see and offer her ten thousand to be my girlfriend for thirty minutes.Thirty minutes turns into a negotiation for three months, and to my utter surprise, Aspen is more than willing to play the part. She needs the cash to take care of her sister’s college fees, so it’s a win-win for both of us.Aspen is funny, smart, and humble to her core. She plays her role as my girlfriend almost too well, and soon I find myself wanting to spend time with her even when the public isn’t watching.The lines between pretend and reality blur, and one steamy night with my fake girlfriend turns my entire world on its axis. We started this relationship under false pretenses and with a hefty price tag, but soon I’m willing to risk everything to make it real.But Aspen’s history is complicated, and just when I think there’s hope for the future, it nearly shatters everything. To keep her in my life forever, I’ll have to prove to her that nothing will come between us—not money, fame, or our pasts.

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CHAPTER 1

Crossland

“Istill can’t believe you two,” Weston said from his seat right next to Asher at the poker table, but his eyes were on Ethan and me. “You both repelled down a skyscraper today but wouldn’t tour the live volcano.”

Ethan and I shared a look, but Ethan was the first to speak. “Hey, I boarded down one. Isn’t that enough?” He jabbed a thumb in my direction. “He’s the one that didn’t do either. Why don’t you give him more shit?”

I gave him a mock offended look. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus.” I shook my head. “Repelling down the skyscraper didn’t involve being chased by hot lava at the same time.”

Fuck that. I was all for nature and hiking and exploring the local terrain, but it didn’t matter what Weston tasked me with. I would never be one to risk my life as much as he did. Though he had slowed down ever since he and Brynn got engaged.

Had to give him credit though, this morning had been unmatched. Dawn had just broken the sky when we’d repelled down the city skyscraper, the entire cityscape of New York stretching out before us as we plummeted down. It wasn’t something I’d easily forget. Thankfully, there was no lava included.

“I think you’re all nuts,” Asher said, leaning back in his chair just enough to flash his fiancé, Daisy, a wink. “You wouldn’t catch me doing that.”

“You did the volcano boarding,” Weston countered. “What’s so different about flying down the side of that versus going straight down a skyscraper?”

“The difference is I had control of the board, and my feet were firmly on the ground. There wasn’t just a flimsy harness and carabiner holding me steady.”

“What’s life without a little risk?” Weston teased.

“That’s the beauty of this group,” Asher said. “We get to choose our risks.”

“Speaking of this little group,” I said, glancing around the table and noticing one seat was empty. “Where is the dismal sixth player?”

Gareth had been uncharacteristically quiet—even for him—as we waited to get our game started, but I spared a glance to the empty seat, and the one directly behind it that Serenity usually occupied.

“He’s late,” Weston explained. “Let’s wait another ten minutes. If he doesn’t show up, we’ll start without him.”

“Maybe we’ll get lucky, and he won’t show up at all.” I knew that wouldn’t be the case, but a guy could dream.

“I’m not that lucky,” Gareth said.

I glanced to my right, cocking a brow at him. “You don’t really mean that,” I said. “I bet my Rolex that you’d be the most upset out of all of us if Doyle suddenly lost his seat in this game.”

Gareth flashed me a warning glare, one that I dutifully ignored. The guy was undeniably scary, and, as his best friends, we’d certainly heard more than our fair share of stories that sounded more like a mafia movie script than real life, but he didn’t scare me. Maybe that made me reckless, but I didn’t care.

The guy couldn’t keep his eyes off Serenity whenever she was in the room. Even when he wasn’t directly looking at her, he always knew where she was, like he had a sixth sense about it. And yeah, we were all worried about the girl, especially with her father being the asshole that he was, but with Gareth, it was different, and I loved pointing it out when no one else would.

“Speaking of Serenity,” I said, even though no one had, I just enjoyed getting a rise out of Gareth. “Has she called in her chip yet?”

“Jesus, Crossland,” Ethan said, but laughed. “He’s going to murder you.”

“No way,” I argued, leaning over to nudge Gareth with my elbow. “He loves me too much. Not that you ever tell me,” I added for good measure, batting my eyes dramatically. It was enough to get the barest of smiles from him, which he held close to his chest like he’d run out if he used them too much.

“I wouldn’t murder him,” Gareth said.

“See?” I aimed at Ethan, who sat on Gareth’s right. “I’m his favorite. Come to think of it…” I tilted my head, dramatically running my fingers over my trimmed goatee. “Actually, I’m everybody’s favorite.”

Asher shook his head, barely holding back his laugh as he shuffled the cards.

“You’re not my favorite,” Gareth continued. “But I wouldn’t murder you. That would be too easy. Do you really want to find out what happens to people who think it’s entertaining to fuck with me?”

Now that was enough to pique my curiosity. Gareth rarely evoked the old-school tone we all knew he’d used when he’d been entrenched with his family legacy, but whenever he did, it was intimidating as hell. I knew he was just fucking with me, but damn, I never wanted to be on the other end of a genuine threat from him.

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From Amazon top ten bestselling author Samantha Whiskey comes the billionaire romance you won't want to miss!I’m called many owner of the MLB’s Charleston Hurricanes, perpetual bachelor, and the biggest asshole this side of home plate.I’ve never had a problem with that.Until now.My infamous temper has landed me in serious trouble, and now I’m at risk of losing the baseball team I love.The answer to my salvation is a life coach.I have to complete three months of anger management sessions or I can kiss my ownership status goodbye.Sounds easy. Follow the rules and do whatever the coach tells me.The only problem?My renowned life coach happens to be the irresistibly gorgeous woman I met and shared a world-shaking kiss with last night.Alexandra is compassionate, smart, and has a blunt sense of honesty that keeps me on my toes.Each session leaves me thirsting after her in the most addictive way.But neither one of us believes in relationships.We absolutely can’t go there.Until we do.And it’s electric.She makes me want things. Impossible things. Spend forever with me kind of things.But love is a painful game I promised myself I’d never play again, and when our difficult pasts threaten to break us, I realize it’s not just my team I’m at risk of losing…it’s her.And I’ll have to figure out how to fix what broke me in the first place if I have any chance of keeping them.

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CHAPTER 1

Ethan

The sound of clay chips knocking against each other filled the private room in the back of the hole-in-the-wall restaurant, which served the absolute best burgers in the city.

I’d already devoured my favorite—a beast of a meal with their signature barbecue sauce slathered all over it—before the game started. Gareth had two before we’d even sat down at the poker table.

Hang gliding over Folly Beach did wonders for our appetite, even though the event was less strenuous compared to our normal monthly adventures. I’d take sailing through the air over hiking a volcano any day, even when Wes gave me shit about not following through on the lava-chasing any chance he could.

“Is no one going to bring up the massive shit-show Berkley is in?” Doyle O’Brien—the most recent and unwanted addition to our monthly game—asked while Asher dealt the cards.

Anger spiked in my blood, a low simmer that often built to an outburst. My anger issues weren’t a secret, and there was shit all I’d been able to do about it…until now.

“Figured you got all you needed to know from the media coverage,” I said, shooting him a glare across the table.

“I’ve watched the video at least a dozen times,” the prick said, his chest puffing out as he chuckled. “I just want to know what the innocent fan said to set you off.”

I swallowed hard, gripping the chips I’d been playing with a little too hard.

Innocent fan my ass. He’d shot a derogatory slur at one of my players, not that anyone cared to report on that. All the media wanted to do was crucify me as the asshole they’ve always painted me as. And yeah, I have a fucking short fuse and maybe words aren’t supposed to be met with physical violence, but sometimes the situation calls for it.

“Back off,” Crossland warned from his seat right next to Doyle.

Gareth didn’t need to voice a warning, he simply leveled a don’t-fuck-with-me look in Doyle’s direction to get his point across. Asher and Weston remained quiet as they watched the scene, but I knew they had my back—our little chosen family was a tight-knit one, even with the newest addition of Asher’s fiancé, Daisy. Their support helped quell the growing anger in my chest, and I took a steadying breath. Doyle definitely wasn’t worth the effort.

“How is Declan handling the coverage?” Asher asked as he finished dealing the cards.

The coverage was my friend’s very polite way of referring to the video captured of me climbing over the Hurricanes’s stadium walls and breaking a fan’s jaw. There were at least a hundred different videos of the incident circulating across social media sites right now, all showing different angles of me knocking the guy out.

I flexed my right hand, my knuckles still sore.

What the video didn’t show was what he’d called my player.

“He’s handling it in the way any publicist handles these things.” I shrugged, glancing discreetly at the cards I was holding. A pocket pair of kings.

“Has he prepared a statement for you?” Weston asked, sharing a concerned look with Asher on his right.

“He tried,” I admitted. “But I wouldn’t approve it. It wasn’t the truth. And he said my statement would only make the public hate me more than they already do. They’re already calling for my head, let alone my position.”

The public couldn’t unseat me as owner of the Charleston Hurricanes, but the league commissioner sure as hell could, especially if our sales dropped because of any bad press I brought down on us. Plus, the other MLB owners had a say too.

I’d really fucking stepped in it this time.

“So what’s the strategy?” Asher asked.

I sighed. “I have to complete anger management therapy with a life coach or whatever they’re calling it now. And be super public about it.”

Wes and Asher nodded, the others sending much of the same sympathetic looks my way. All except Doyle, of course. He stared at his cards like he wanted to toss them. Fucker was easier to read than the daily news.

“When do you meet this life coach?” Crossland asked.

“Tomorrow morning,” I answered.

“Maybe it’ll be a good thing,” Asher said, always the optimist.

“Sure,” I said. “Maybe he’ll snap his fingers and I’ll suddenly not be who I’ve always been.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Asher said.

“I know,” I said, sighing.

It wasn’t any of their fault. I’d gotten myself into this mess, and despite my firm belief that the fan deserved what he got, I knew it was wrong. Didn’t undo the situation. For the first time since becoming the Hurricanes’ owner, I kind of wish I was like the other MLB owners and just stayed in my box where I belonged. But I was involved and committed to my team in a way that demanded my time be spent closer to the action. Not always, but most of the time.

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