Sarah J. Brooks

Sarah J. Brooks – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sat, 24 Jun 2023 21:48:00 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Sarah J. Brooks – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 The Billionaire Affair Read Online Sarah J. Brooks http://www.books2020.com/the-billionaire-affair-read-online-sarah-j-brooks Sat, 24 Jun 2023 21:48:00 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-billionaire-affair-read-online-sarah-j-brooks Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Authors: Sarah J. Brooks Advertisement

Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)

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In a world where trust is a rare gem, sparks ignite when Olivia, an undercover journalist with dreams of promotion, crosses paths with Jace, the CEO of a fertility clinic.As she interviews for a temporary PA position, secrets threaten their connection.
Olivia can’t risk revealing her true identity, and Jace believes their age difference and professional boundaries are insurmountable obstacles. They face the ultimate test of their love, Olivia must summon the strength to expose her vulnerability and fight for a chance to mend their broken trust. With the weight of their past and the uncertainty of their future hanging in the balance, they must decide whether to surrender to the undeniable connection that binds them or let fear and doubt tear them apart.
As their chemistry intensifies and challenges arise, will they find the courage to trust each other and embrace a love that defies all odds?
Dive into this captivating tale of passion, deception, and the power of love’s unwavering pursuit.

“The Billionaire Affair” is a full length standalone romance with no cliffhangers, but with a gorgeous protective alpha male, plenty of steam and a guaranteed HEA. – Sarah J. Brooks

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Chapter 1

“I like it,” Amelia Jones says, her green eyes gleaming the way they do when she’s excited about an idea. “Do some more research and see whether it has juice,” she adds and shoots Scott a rare smile.

Scott writes well-thought-out political pieces and is respected in journalists circles and of course here at The Life Style magazine. He taps his fingers on the conference table. He’s itching to get away and start working on his piece. That’s the kind of excitement I want to have for my job.

Impossible to though, when all I get are filler articles. Those spaces in a magazine that need to be filled between the main features. How-to articles, observations of daily life, amusing anecdotes, and things like that.

Amelia is now discussing different ideas with Joanna. She writes a health column and when they are done, I see my opportunity to pitch in some ideas I’ve been working on.

I clear my voice. “I have some ideas—”

“There’s one more thing,” Amelia says, frowning at me as though I’m the one who has interrupted her.

Joanna shoots me a sympathetic look and mouths, ‘next time.’ She’s my closest friend at the magazine and my greatest encourager.

I slump back into my seat and try not to feel sorry for myself. I’ve scoured through the internet, reading advice on how to get ahead at work. Being aggressive and putting yourself out there comes up again and again. I guess the writers of those articles didn’t factor in having a boss like Amelia who doesn’t believe that you can do more.

“We got a tip concerning The Anderson Clinic,” Amelia says and goes quiet for dramatic effect.

It works. Scott stops tapping his finger on the table and I sit up straighter. Everyone in Chicago knows The Anderson Clinic. It’s the largest fertility clinic in the state and is owned and run by the Anderson family. Amelia tells us that there have been grave errors at the clinic with women getting the wrong sperm but it’s all been covered up.

I’m not interested in the scandal but women choosing to get pregnant through sperm donation would make for an awesome feature. The very kind of human interest story that gets my blood pumping.

“There’s a temporary PA position working for one of the brothers.” Amelia stares at everyone around the table. “You know what this means. Working undercover to get the dirt. But first, you have to get the job. That means impressing Mr. Anderson and only you can do that.”

Uncovering dirt in a clinic is not my dream job but who knows about the contacts I could make there. I could write the stories I want to write and show my editor where my talents lie. My heart thrums hard against my chest as I raise my hand. I’m not the only one who is interested. There are four other hands up, including Joanna’s.

“It’s a PA job so I need someone who’s worked as a PA before,” Amelia says in a crisp voice.

Three hands go down. Mine is the only one that remains. Amelia frowns at me again. My stomach churns. I ignore the tremors in my body.

“Olivia, I’m not sure you’re experienced enough to handle this type of assignment.”

“I am,” I tell her with as much confidence as I can muster. I talk a mile a minute telling her about the two years I worked as a PA for a doctor. The fact that I have experience in a hospital setting is what convinces her that maybe I can do the job.

“Everyone has their first one big story,” Scott says. “Olivia can do this.”

More of my colleagues are speaking up, voicing their support for my abilities.

“Okay, fine,” Amelia says. “Don’t fuck this up. Your job is on the line.”

I try to suppress a grin and fail. This is my biggest assignment since I started working for the magazine a year and a half ago. Joanna gives me a discreet thumbs-up. For the first time, I feel like a real writer. I have an important assignment and I can’t wait to get started.

I’m in a daze for the rest of the editorial meeting. I’m not given to fantasies but I can’t help thinking that this is the beginning of bigger, better things. I come back to earth just as the meeting is coming to an end.

Amelia asks me to remain behind as the others file out. She stares at me hard. “This could be the scoop of the year. I’ll be honest with you, Olivia. I’m nervous about giving it to you but you do deserve it. You’re the first to get to work every morning and the last to leave. Put in the same effort at the clinic.”

“If I get it,” I remind her.

“You will,” she says but doesn’t explain further. “Leah will go over everything with you.” She pushes her chair back and stands up. “You’ll get double pay. From the clinic and from the magazine.”

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Advertisement Famously Fake Read Online Sarah J. Brooks http://www.books2020.com/famously-fake-read-online-sarah-j-brooks Mon, 01 May 2023 20:22:11 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/famously-fake-read-online-sarah-j-brooks Genre: Funny Authors: Sarah J. Brooks Advertisement

Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)

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A fake relationship with a celebrity bad boy is all fun and games until the line between what is real and fake begins to get blurry. I was just trying to take my rambunctious dog on a walk. I never thought it would lead to a chance encounter with my celebrity crush, and I definitely didn't think that chance encounter would lead to a fake relationship with said celebrity crush! At first, it's a ton of fun, and I finally feel like I belong in Los Angeles, but things start to get a little fuzzy when I fall into bed with my fake boyfriend. It turns out pretending to date someone is hard, but really dating them is even harder. I like Spencer but I can't find this balance he keeps talking about. Around every turn, there's someone or something threatening to tear us apart. I can't decide if being with my dream guy is worth the trouble, or if I should give up and head back to my old life in Massachusetts.

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Chapter One – Leila

I press my phone against my ear with my shoulder as I take a sip of my coffee. It’s a beautiful, sunny Los Angeles afternoon, and I’m out with my dog Shiloh for a long walk through the park to try and ease up on some of his energy. It’s the perfect time to catch up with my best friend, Abby, who still lives on the East Coast.

“I’m serious, Abs; it’s been crazy. I’ve been in LA for six months now, and I’m not closer to fixing things at the new California branch of Frills. I’m starting to wonder if this whole thing was a mistake.”

Abby huffs in my ear. She exercises for fun, going for runs before work every morning, which is what she’s doing now. These walks with Shiloh, a rambunctious golden retriever, are enough exercise for me, thank you very much. There’s a reason one of us is a personal trainer, and I work as an interior designer.

“You’ve only been there six months. I think you need to give it at least a year. I mean, how much can you actually get done in six months?”

“We’ve had exactly ten clients in that entire timeframe. Ten! We’d do that many in a week out of the Boston office.”

“Well, you knew the market would be more competitive there.”

I sigh, switch the coffee cup to the hand holding Shiloh’s leash, and move the phone from my shoulder. The screen is slimy with my sweat.

“Yeah, but it shouldn’t be this hard. I assumed Rebecca would’ve had more clients lined up. She expects me to build an entire list out here from the ground up. I don’t know anyone in Los Angeles! How am I supposed to network when I have no friends or contacts out here? I miss home.”

Tears well up in my eyes, but I fight them. I’ve seen plenty of girls crying on the streets of LA, most of them done up nice and pretty, probably getting rejected from yet another interview. I’m not about to be one of them. Six months hasn’t changed me into an LA girl yet, though I get closer every day.

Which is yet another reason I’m convinced I need to go home. I miss the introverted lifestyle of hiding in my cheap apartment and only going out when my ex-boyfriend wanted to. Since he was working on his residency, he rarely did, which worked out just fine for me.

“You’ve never been the type to give up,” Abby points out.

I sigh again. “Is it really giving up if the situation is hopeless?”

“It still counts. Give it another six months at least.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re supposed to come to visit me in four.”

Abby laughs. “Maybe.”

“I do miss you. I wish you could come sooner.”

Before Abby can answer my desperate plea, Shiloh catches the scent of something he wants to chase and pulls the leash right out of my hand, causing my coffee to spill all over the sidewalk.

“Shiloh, NO!” I call after him. “Shit, I’ve got to go, Abs. Shiloh is getting away!”

“Call me later!” she yells as I’m hanging up. The phone slips out of my hand and onto the sidewalk, but I can’t bother picking it up right now. Shiloh is darting through the crowds of people in this Los Angeles park.

I guess I’m going to be getting a run in today after all.

I weave in and out of innocent people out for a lunchtime stroll, yelling apologies over my shoulder and ignoring their griping about my loose dog.

“Shiloh, please, stop, stay, wait, sit!”

The dog looks back at me with his perfect brown eyes and a smile on his face, his tongue dangling from his lips, but he doesn’t stop running after who knows what.

“Watch it!” a woman wearing a pencil skirt and a blouse with perfectly coiffed hair shouts at me. “Keep your dog on a tight leash, moron.”

I shoot her a dirty look, not bothering to apologize. I understand this is entirely my fault, but people in Los Angeles are incredibly rude. Not that the folks in Massachusetts are much better. This same thing happened before Shiloh and I moved three thousand miles across the country, and the people in Boston were just as upset about it.

I try shouting my dog’s name again, but he doesn’t even turn around this time. He’s far in front of me, and his four legs are much faster than my two.

I should’ve taken Abby up on her morning runs, I think as I huff and puff, not willing to stop and risk losing Shiloh forever.

Thankfully, this park is over a mile long, and we were only an eighth of the way through when Shiloh shot off. That also means I could run an entire mile and still not catch up to the dog.

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Advertisement Tangled Up in Texas Read Online Sarah J. Brooks http://www.books2020.com/tangled-up-in-texas-read-online-sarah-j-brooks Thu, 10 Nov 2022 23:02:13 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/tangled-up-in-texas-read-online-sarah-j-brooks Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Authors: Sarah J. Brooks Advertisement

Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)

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I am smart and sensible and ready start a new life in Dallas. I’m ready to show off my business sense and show ‘em what I’ve got in my presentation at one of the largest conferences in Texas. But my plan hits a snag before I even leave my hometown.

My flight is delayed to the next morning so I make the best of it at the airport bar. Where I’m rescued from a conversation with a creep by a tall, gorgeous guy named Ryan who owns an up and coming lawn and garden service about to spread all over the state. One thing leads to another and we share a no-strings-attached, hot and heavy, one night stand in the airport hotel.
It was sexy and sweet and perfect except he accidentally takes my cellphone instead of his own in his rush to get to his flight. Was it really an accident? Was he just another creep who now has the codes and passwords to ruin my life in his hands? I am on my way to the most important event in my life without my notes, my calendar, any way to contact anyone.
But I do have one thing. HIS phone. And access to all of his secrets. His very messy secrets..
I’m a business consultant, not a life coach. I’ve barely got my own personal life together, how I can I possibly help get Ryan’s domestic and business messes straightened out?
Does he even want my help, or just another romp in a hotel room?
I don’t have time for this after acing an interview at a great company. The boss’s son is more than a little hands-on.
I wanted no-strings attached, a tangle free new life.
But now I’m all tied up…

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Chapter 1

Christie

The ice tinkled as it slowly melted, diluting the double Crown I hadn’t ordered. God, I didn’t want to go home. I really, really didn’t want to go home. Mom would want to listen to my lecture if I did it at home, and there was no way in hell I wanted to put on a show like a five-year-old. She would be cooking now, which meant she’d have plenty of time at the dinner table to ask why I didn’t make my flight and when the next one would be. And why did I smell like a bar?

Screw. That.

I spun the glass, then downed the drink.

I cringed, blinking as if that would cure the burn blooming in my chest. When the bartender set another double in front of me, I sniffed, catching a heated look from a man at the end of the counter. His deep-blue flannel shirt enhanced the broad frame hiding beneath it. The last thing on my mind was romance, but the pair of hazel eyes glinting under the dim lights had other thoughts. Obviously. It wasn’t as if I didn’t have time, but it meant that I couldn’t prepare before my first session at the conference tomorrow. Stupid flight cancelations. I took a smaller drink this time, hissing as the cold whiskey burned my throat.

“You’re thinkin’ long and hard over there,” a voice said, almost causing me to choke on my next sip. I glanced at the stranger who bought me the drink, but as the whiskey’s haze settled in a soft veil over me, I realized the words came from a different man who drew a sip from his beer two seats over.

“Yeah.”

“Miss your flight?” He scratched his full beard and angled toward me. I opened my mouth to answer, then a figure slid into the seat between us.

“May I join you?”

The sound was like dark silk, and I almost shuddered at the smile accompanying it. It was Blue Flannel from down the bar. I offered a polite smile and a nod as he made himself comfortable and set his glass on the counter, neglecting the napkin the bartender had slipped toward him moments before. He brushed his shirt. It was ironed too flat like he was used to wearing button-up shirts and pressed pants. I was tempted to look at his pants to see if he wore jeans and if they had iron creases in them too.

“Are you looking for conversation?” I barely met his gaze, the green in his eyes more vibrant now.

“Nah. The seats over here just looked more comfortable.”

I snorted a laugh, sputtering into my glass as the whiskey shot into my nose. I heaved, sputtering again and wheezing out words that weren’t words at all.

Blue Flannel rubbed my back as if that would do anything, and I tried to swat him away as I gasped for fresh air. My breath tickled my throat, sending me into yet another coughing fit. I inhaled slower, clearing my throat and squeezing my nose to help the burn dissipate.

He was laughing, brushing back his blond hair and dragging his hand down the side of his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I was that funny.”

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Advertisement Devil in a Suit Read Online Sarah J. Brooks http://www.books2020.com/devil-in-a-suit-read-online-sarah-j-brooks Mon, 11 Apr 2022 16:27:43 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/devil-in-a-suit-read-online-sarah-j-brooks Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Authors: Sarah J. Brooks Advertisement

Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)

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“That’s a nice dress,” he says as he wraps his hands around me and gently presses me against the wall. “But I’d rather see it on the floor.” Okay, I admit – when I spilled a cup of hot coffee directly onto my new boss’s shirt on my first day as his assistant, it probably wasn’t the perfect introduction. But that doesn’t give Tyler Ashland the right to treat me like his slave. The billionaire CEO is the one who calls the shots and wants control. He asks me into his office for overtime. With the door closed. He is all about discipline and obedience. In every way. He wants to play with my body and drive me crazy until I fall to my knees and beg him and call him sir. ****“Devil in a Suit” is a stand-alone Billionaire Romance, between Enemies who become Lovers, with a Baby Surprise and a guaranteed HEA you don’t want to miss! No cheating. No cliffhangers.
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Chapter 1

Madison

“No, no, no! This can’t be happening!”

Blaring honks answered my anguished sigh as I stared ahead at standstill traffic in the city. The tall, glistening building of Ashland Consulting was right down the street, and I should’ve been walking through the front door right about… now. It was my first day as a marketing intern, and I had already messed up by arriving late.

I needed to complete this internship, or I wouldn’t graduate on time! I already fought my way through nearly four years of college. I couldn’t fall short during my last semester and take on even more student loan debt. I already had to cross my fingers and hope that my business marketing degree would lead to a job that was good enough to pay off those loans.

After what seemed like countless minutes, the light ahead turned green. Instead of the line of cars ahead of me launching forward, it crawled inch by inch. I groaned and tilted my head back, the long strands of my black hair falling behind my shoulders. I had to figure out something, or I was going to get fired on the spot for being so late. So many other students had fought for this internship like I did and they were waiting in the wings.

I glanced over to the right, spotting an open parking spot in a two-hour parking zone. I would be at my internship longer than two hours, but what choice did I have? At this pace, it would be an hour until I would be walking into the office. I would have to deal with the ticket later. Hopefully, this internship would be worth it.

I cut to the right, speeding into the spot and parking before I could change my mind. I threw open my door and stepped out, my hands moving down my figure to smooth down my black pencil skirt and white blouse. The last thing I needed to worry about was how I looked right now, but I was going to worry about that and every other little thing regardless. I was caught in a crisis.

I hurried down the sidewalk, my heels clicking against the concrete as I dodged through people walking astronomically slow for eight o’clock in the morning. When I finally made it inside of Ashland Consulting, I didn’t feel relief just yet. I had to figure out where the office of the marketing head was. Thankfully, there was a directory between the two elevators.

Brittany Hammond – Marketing – 1505

My feet moved quickly once they hit the grey, carpeted floor of the fifteenth-floor hallway. I glanced left and right as I walked down the hallway, stopping when I saw Office 505. I could already hear murmurs from inside the office, prompting me to step into the open doorway and lightly knock on the frame.

“Hi, I’m Madison Palmer. I’m so sorry I’m late. The traffic was terrible this morning,” I immediately apologized as my eyes fell on a curvy brunette woman in her thirties. I expected to only see her at her desk, but I also spotted a very familiar blonde woman seated across from her.

What was Sara Deland doing at my internship? Not to be too mean, but she was a bit of a snobby narcissist that happened to be in my same major. We only had a few classes together, but it was hard to overlook her when she made it a point to always make herself the center of attention.

“It might be helpful to set your alarm earlier to accommodate delays like that,” Sara commented as she turned in her seat to smirk at me. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, exposing the perfect lines and curves of her flawless face. In the spirit of her cocky personality, she was dressed boldly in a red pantsuit that she pulled off quite well. Sara was proving to be more of the same. We had shared maybe ten sentences with each other since we started having classes together, so she was still comfortable acting snooty with people she hardly knew. I wondered where she garnered the nerve from.

Brittany merely smiled as she stood up from behind her desk.

“It’s okay. It happens,” she told me as she stuck her hand out. “I’m Brittany, head of marketing.”

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