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Stevie J. Cole – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:07:35 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Stevie J. Cole – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 No Saint – Dayton Read Online L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole http://www.books2020.com/no-saint-dayton-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:07:35 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/no-saint-dayton-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)

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Wolf Brookes was the bad boy who broke my heart, moved on faster than I could blink, and didn’t even bother to look back. Which is why I hate him.

A year and a half after the heartbreak, I’ve made some questionable choices—like breaking into his house and stealing from him. In my defense, I needed the money. He didn’t need to catch me…or blackmail me into playing little sister to the makeshift frat of reprobates he helps run.
Now I’m stuck in a party house from hell with my tattooed, arrogant ex.

My plan? Use being in his house to my advantage, get what I need to beat him at his own game, and get out.
His plan? Apparently to torment me by acting as though he doesn’t own a shirt.
But the more time we spend together, the more I see glimpses of the boy I loved—and the man he’s become. He’s still the same reckless, infuriating disaster I fell for, and I’m still the idiot who can’t seem to quit him.
Falling for him again would be the worst idea of my life.
But losing him twice?
That might break me for good.

USA Today bestselling authors, Stevie J Cole and LP Lovell, bring you a steamy, second-chance, enemies-to-lovers romance full of banter, bad boys, and bad decisions, and the kind of love that never dies—even when it should

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One

Jade

Men are dicks. Untrustworthy assholes. Plain and simple. And what do untrustworthy assholes deserve? Retribution…

I stewed as the shitty town of Pikestown, Alabama, whizzed past the lowered window. Cassie and Monroe, my best friends, were in the front of Cassie’s clapped-out old Honda. They sang along to the terrible pop song rattling through the speakers. On any other day, I might have tried to share in their carefree joy, but all I had was anger. And I clung to it. Breathed life into that fucker until it was an inferno of wrath.

The exhaust rattled when Cassie swerved into the run-down Kanga Mart gas station on University Street.

“Of course there’s a line,” she grumbled, pulling in behind a pickup.

One of the two pumps had been out of service since I’d started college at State over two years ago, but Kango Mart’s gas was four cents cheaper than the rest of the stations, and four cents per gallon was worth waiting for…well, maybe in a car that had air conditioning.

I fanned myself as a drop of sweat rolled down my back. So much for fall. Right then, it felt like Satan’s asshole.

A group of college guys in their stupid frat shirts came out of the mini-mart, carting a case of beer. They were chatting and fooling around, in no rush as they approached their truck. Given, it was Labor Day weekend, but who the hell was out of bed at nine on a Sunday morning, much less buying beer? Not that I partied anyway, but we had a reason for being here at this time—the fact that everyone else shouldn’t have been.

Cassie pulled her blond waves off her neck, holding a messy bun on top of her head as she leaned out the window. “Could you hurry the fuck up? Some of us are melting here.”

The group of guys looked over. One locked eyes with me through my open window. Cackling, he made a stabbing motion in the air. “What’s up, Jason Voorhees?”

His friends broke out in laughter at the same time Monroe gave them a middle finger. That had them shutting up and getting into their truck. I was sure it was the psycho-ginger vibe she gave off.

Monroe turned to me in the back seat. “I should have let you stab him.” She held her pointer finger and thumb centimeters apart. “Just a little.”

Him being Brent. Now known as Bare-minimum Brent, because he couldn’t do the bare-fucking-minimum and keep his dick in his pants. Well, really, his tongue in his mouth…

I’d thought he loved, or, at the very least, respected me. Until the previous night, when I’d found him in the bedroom of a frat house, face-down in a cheerleader’s pussy. Always the cheerleaders—peppy and bright and shiny. The polar opposite of me, and the antithesis of everything I hated.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.”

Apparently BMB hadn’t heard the saying, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned because after being caught, he’d had the audacity to follow me downstairs, with her pussy still on his breath. Telling me it was a mistake, and he loved me. I’d seen red and pulled a kitchen knife on him in the middle of the party. Luckily for him—and me—Monroe had made sure I woke up in my shitty apartment this morning, rather than a prison cell. Now, all I had to do was search “Pikestown crazy girlfriend” on ViewTube, and I could relive the entire humiliating scenario in startling clarity, as could the rest of the student body—and the world. I was officially the poster child for insane bunny boilers. Brilliant. What a time to be alive.

“I would have stabbed him. Then those assholes—” Cassie nodded toward the truck pulling away from the pump—“wouldn’t be laughing.”

“No shit,” Monroe mumbled. “Cass, you would be in jail for murder.”

If ever anyone was going to physically maim a boyfriend, it was Cassie. A few months ago, she’d all but run over a girl her on-again-off-again boyfriend, Rogue Van de Kut, had allegedly kissed. Literally, drove her Honda onto the dorm lawn and “nudged” the girl with her bumper. She told the dean it was an accident. How the hell she’d gotten away with that lie, I’d never know.

I stared at the pump as Cassie pulled up beside it and clicked the handbrake. This was much more my style of retribution. Calculated, rational, painful…

“This will hurt Brent more than a stab wound,” I said. “Trust me.” With a lot less risk of hard time.

“I’m an instant gratification kind of girl.” Cassie shrugged, popped the trunk, then threw open her door. “I’m going to buy gum and pay for the gas.” Of course, she wasn’t going to pump gas. She might chip a candy-floss-pink nail.

Monroe got out of the car, and I followed, giving her a once-over as I opened the trunk. She looked ridiculous in the long-sleeved black shirt and black jeans she’d insisted on wearing.

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Advertisement Meet Hate Love Read Online Stevie J. Cole http://www.books2020.com/meet-hate-love-read-online-stevie-j-cole Sun, 29 Jan 2023 00:17:31 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/meet-hate-love-read-online-stevie-j-cole Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, Romance Authors: Stevie J. Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77018 (not accurate)
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An act of hysterical blackmail between two work enemies kicks off this flirty and utterly ridiculous laugh-out-loud romantic comedy from USA TODAY bestselling author Stevie J. Cole.

I hated Vance Morgan, my arrogant office mate, more than anyone in the world. And yet, there I was, on a Paris-bound flight, cramped in the small space by his six-foot-four, arrogant frame.

And why?

Because after the sexy, thieving bastard stole my dream assignment, I found out he had a Lonely Fans page. One dedicated to pictures of his man-meat stick in front of world monuments. So, I did what any rational woman in my situation would do.

I blackmailed his hot, article-swindling ass. The problem was, he blackmailed me right back. And thanks to him and his can’t- lose-attitude, we ended up stuck together, Traveling around Europe while coming up with tips and tricks on how to survive vacationing with someone you hate. Easy. Like I said, I despised the man. Or at least I thought I did...

After a few days of tiny hotel rooms and steamy tension, everything between us came to a head—a really big, massive, enticing head.

Now the only tip I’m desperately seeking is how to survive falling for my used-to-be enemy.

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“A man who has never made a woman angry is a failure in life.”

- Christopher Morley

Chapter One

VANCE

A lot of guys thought their dick was amazing, but mine… Mine had the likes to prove it. Over two million, to be exact.

No, I wasn’t a porn star. Just a lowly travel journalist who’d woken up the first day of the new year to a hangover from hell, a black eye, and the notifications on my phone going batshit crazy.

Morning sunshine streamed through my apartment window as I sat in my bed, staring in horror at the picture I’d posted to InstaPic at midnight—a picture of my dick with a frowny face squiggled over its head. The lights of Times Square and the ball drop were nothing but a blur in the background because, from the looks of it, I’d slapped the camera on portrait mode and snapped a photo of my dick like it was the Grand-fucking-Canyon, put a preset filter on it, and captioned it: #balldrop #hapPEENnewyear #justadickwithoutahome #sayhellotomylittlefriend #Paul.

Because Paul was an appropriate name for a cock?

A grainy memory of the prior night’s events slowly formed. One of me staggering onto my tiny Manhattan apartment balcony, whipping out my dick, then doing the helicopter. Sure, in my drunken state, doing the helicopter seemed an appropriate fuck you to the impending new year, but this… Paul? HapPEEN New Year?

“Fuck…” I dropped my head against the headboard on a groan. The internet was for-fucking-ever, and the likes and shares kept ticking up like a telethon donation box collecting money to save the humpback whale.

Two point five million likes… seriously? As a travel journalist, posting on social media was part of my job. Hell, clickbait was part of my job and I’d never seen likes, shares, and comments like this. Granted, the post I’d made of me in a shark cage nearly shitting myself while Jaws’s great-grandson circled the bars managed close to three thousand laughing emojis, but still… A night of Jack Daniels, a shit-ass poor decision, and #TheBestCockIsPaul was trending on InstaPic.

Another string of likes filtered through. When I noticed one username as my high school chemistry teacher, I chucked the phone to the end of the bed.

Point five seconds of heart-stopping shock rippled through me. I’d grown up in the small town of Casperville, Alabama, where everyone knew everyone’s business. If my grandma found out… I envisioned her forming a prayer group at her church in my honor. She’d probably send me a one-way ticket back to Alabama, demanding I get baptized for a third time. The woman was about to lose her house. She definitely didn’t need any crap like this.

The clatter of beer cans came from the living room, followed by the heavy footfalls of my roommate, Theo, staggering down the hallway. “Holy shit, man!”

My bedroom door cracked against the wall seconds before Theo stumbled into my room, his blond hair sticking up like he’d shoved his hand into an electric toaster. He held up his cell phone. “Have you seen—” The ridiculous grin on his face fell fast when his gaze met mine. “Man, who gave you a black eye?”

Ah, the black eye… that was compliments of Blake Brentley. My sexy, dark-headed coworker I’d had a thing for since I’d started at Wanderlust Media a few months back. Hot and quirky with curves for damn days and a right hook that had laid my ass out.

Theo shook his head. “Forget the black eye. Your fucking dick is famous!”

“God, I’ve got to delete this shit.” I reached for my phone, then swiped over the screen in search of the settings.

“Hell no, man.” Theo launched himself across the room and snatched my phone from me. “Are you crazy?” He clutched the device to his chest like some valuable artifact.

“It’s a picture. Of my dick. On social media.”

The notifications kept going off. I went to grab my phone, but Theo shot off the bed. “Come on, Theo. If work sees that shit, I’ll lose my job.”

“Screw your nine-to-five, fuckface. You’ve got to start a Lonely Fans. Now.” He grabbed my laptop from the dresser and tossed it to the crumpled sheets at the foot of my bed. “Paul’s about to make you a rich bastard.” When I didn’t make an immediate move for the computer, Theo snapped his fingers. “Time is of the essence.”

I stared at my idiot roommate as the notifications kept coming.

“Every second you stall is money lost.”

Theo had a Lonely Fans account, but I knew Theo was not someone I should take advice from. He would videotape himself fucking a cantaloupe if it made him five bucks. “I’m not about to—”

“Every one of those dings—” he shook the phone at me—“is cash money. And if you post a link to a Lonely Fans page before InstaPic takes down that post of Paul—because it will—you’ll be raking it in. Subscribers out the ass…” He tossed imaginary money into the sky, then flopped back on the floor, pretending to swim in it.

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Advertisement No Romeo – Dayton Read Online L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole http://www.books2020.com/no-romeo-dayton-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Sat, 01 Oct 2022 08:38:58 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/no-romeo-dayton-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance Authors: L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 96
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What kind of girl could tame a guy like Hendrix Hunt?
Hendrix Hunt's story is releasing SUMMER of 2022!!!
A new, enemies to lovers standalone in the Dayton High series. Full of grit, angst, and loads of steam!

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If I treated you bad, you'd bruise my face.

Couldn't love you more, you've got a beautiful taste.

- “Glycerine” —Bush.

Chapter 1

HENDRIX

The best time to shoplift from the Bullseye Supercenter was late Sunday nights.

The store tended to be empty, and the old-as-dirt security guard with the glass eye worked the front. As long as someone managed to skirt past his left side, he couldn’t see crap.

One time I walked out with a plastic yard flamingo tucked under my arm and wearing a Captain Jack Sparrow hat just to see if he’d catch me. He didn’t even bat his good eye.

The automatic doors slid open, the bright halogen lights and red walls sending me into a silent rage. I hated this damn store, but since Wal-E-Mart had finally banned me for shoplifting, I didn’t have much choice. The only other option in Dayton was the rundown Piggly Wiggly, and they had jack shit. I was not dousing my nuts with a brand called The Pig’s Pride, Fresh Alpine body spray.

Wolf grabbed a shopping cart, nodding toward the bulletin board behind the buggy corral. “Only two tabs are left on your advertisement.”

My attention drifted to the flyer I had tacked up a week ago. It was surrounded by ads from jail bond companies and drug addiction trials. “Yeah. And they’ve all been shit.”

“It’s Dayton. Of course they have.”

That was the problem. The only people looking to rent a room in this shithole town were usually more desperate than my poor ass—junkies or hookers. I’d grown up around that crap, but with the number of delinquent notices that had been piling up since my brother, Zepp, had been arrested, I needed someone in that room soon.

I followed Wolf past a display of diapers, then ducked down the family planning aisle.

Kyle Jones, the bane of my existence, stood at the end of the aisle, his scrawny frame drowned in a Chewbacca T-shirt. His gaze slowly strayed away from the shelves and landed on me. A panic look scrunched the dickdribble’s face before he took off.

“What an ass,” I mumbled, reaching for an economy-sized box of condoms.

I noticed a girl round the shelves out of the corner of my eye.

My attention went to the beat-up Converse on her feet, skimming from her hot-as-fuck legs to the oversized T-shirt that did little to hide her curves. Then my gaze landed on the silver-blond hair framing her perfect-as-hell face, and my heart detonated like a nuclear warhead.

“Oh, God. No…”

Her arms folded over her chest. “Should have known.”

I’d spent the last two years telling myself I was over that girl. I’d almost convinced myself that I didn’t give a crap about all the mean, Medusa-turn-a-man’s-heart-to-stone crap she had done to me, and yet, here I stood, with a pussy-ass twinge tightening my chest.

“If it isn’t Medusa in the flesh and cold-hearted blood,” I said, snatching the box of condoms from the shelf while debating on hurling them in her direction.

Lola’s gaze shifted from me to the package in my hand, then back again. “Why the hell are you in Bullseye instead of Wal-E-Mart?”

Because I’d been banned, but that was information she wasn’t privileged to.

I dangled the sleeve of rubbers in the air and shook them, taking grave satisfaction in the way her jaw tightened. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I crammed the prophylactics inside my pockets, reminding myself of exactly why I needed those damn things. Her! “Wolf said he saw you at sack-of-shit Kyle’s last night. Even small dicks can make you sick.” I hated that she’d moved back and hadn’t bothered to tell me but evidently had told Kyle.

I grabbed a box of slim-fit condoms from the shelf and chucked it at her. She batted it away.

“From what I hear, you should be far more concerned about your own riddled dick than any I might be riding.”

Riding! The image of her naked and riding Chewbacca Fuckface’s dick sent a feral rage billowing in my chest.

A smile of Medusa-tinged victory pulled at her lips when my eye twitched.

“Still have a temper, I see.”

She strutted past me, and the familiar scent of Country Peach lotion wafted past. That smell was distinctively Lola, and like one of Pavlov’s dogs, my dick had been trained to react to it, fast and hard. My gaze dropped to the round curve of her ass, almost hanging out of her shorts, and I bit my lip. The image of me ramming her against the shelves and tearing those shorts right off before I fucked out every bit of hate I had for her surfaced.

Dear God, I wanted to make her hurt the way she hurt me, and then I wanted to nut on her pretty Medusa face.

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Advertisement The Wrong Kind of Love Read Online L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole http://www.books2020.com/the-wrong-kind-of-love-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Wed, 16 Mar 2022 07:07:15 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-wrong-kind-of-love-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Authors: L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 88
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Read Online Books/Novels:	The Wrong Kind of Love
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Language:	English
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My life went pitch black with a single command from the man I thought I loved— “Take her as collateral”. I was a naïve college student, delivered into the violent world of Jude Pearson, an infamous criminal and murderer. And the only thing I could think about was escape. But with each passing day, the dark beauty that lurked within his moss-green eyes pulled me in a little deeper. Each rough touch, each gruff demand, dragged me deeper beneath his cold waters until I no longer wanted to break the surface. And how was I supposed to make it out alive when I craved the touch of the man I knew would kill me? I convinced myself I wouldn’t. That maybe neither of us would… ***The Wrong Kind of Love is a heavy rewrite of Wrong and Wrath released in 2016.
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Jude

A pressed magnolia falls out of the leather bank bag along with the wad of rubber-banded cash, and my heart speeds up before it skips a beat.

This is the worst kind of omen. One I haven’t seen in years, and one that means the man I thought to be dead—the man who slaughtered my family—is still alive.

The door to my office creaks open, but I keep my gaze focused on the white petals.

“Where am I going, Jude?” Rich, one of my guys, stands in the doorway, a smoldering cigarette gripped between his thin lips.

“Nashville.” I drop the magnolia to my desk, redirecting my attention to business. I’d worry about Tom Campbell and his omen later. I jot down an address on a slip of paper, then pass it off. “Euan Williams. If he doesn’t have the money, rough him up, take something as collateral.” Not that I expect some dumb college kid to have anything worth twenty-grand.

The only reason the little shit even was able to place a bet with me was thanks to the combination of him placing it through some bad channels with a fake handle and my having had too much whiskey that night.

I’m pissed as hell, but there’s not much else I can do now but threaten the fucker.

The phone on my desk rings, and I reach for it, pausing as I glance back at Rich. “Give him three days to come up with the funds. Tell him he’s dead if he doesn’t deliver.” Harsh? Maybe, but the thing is, when people want to play with men like me, they need to understand the ramifications.This business is something my father taught me to take very seriously.

Rich gives a curt nod, closing the door behind him as I lift the receiver to my ear. “Go ahead, partner.”

“This is Big Ole’ Boy. First half bet on the underdog. Two dimes. Bottom five.”

I scribble the bet over my legal pad then hang up, lighting a cigarette before I lean back in my office chair, gaze trained on that damn flower.

Tom Campbell is still alive, but the thing is, this time, there’s no woman in my life for him to destroy...

Victoria

It’s been at least thirty minutes since I woke up, bound and gagged, to complete darkness and the low hum of an engine. And it’s taken me that long to fight through the grogginess clinging to me.

The last thing I remember is having dinner in my boyfriend Euan’s apartment when a guy I’d never met before turned up. And then Euan told the stranger to take me as collateral. For what, I have no idea. I was too shocked and horrified to ask before he rammed a needle in my neck.

Brakes squeal as the car takes a sharp turn. My body rolls against the back of the seats just before it comes to a stop.

I hear the door open, and my already panicked heartbeat grows even more erratic.

The crunch of footsteps over gravel pass by the wheel well, then stop. The trunk pops open. Warm, muggy night air surrounds me as I stare up at the shadowy outline of trees.

My mind runs rife as I imagine being dragged into the woods and killed, then the hulking silhouette of a man leans over the trunk and hauls me out.

The second my feet touch the floor, survival instinct overrides all else.

I use every bit of strength I have to knee the man in the balls. He grunts and buckles over, but I don’t hang around to watch him hit the ground. I sprint across the gravel toward the treeline. Maybe I can hide there if I can just– but that thought is cut short when the guy’s arms come around me and he tackles me to the ground. His heavy weight lands on top of me and knocks my breath out on a desperate sob.

“I should make you pay for that, you little bitch.” He yanks me up by my bound hands. The harsh movement sends pain ripping through my shoulders as he marches me pass the car toward the two-story brick house that sits behind it.

I know that the second he gets me inside that house, I’ll likely never come out, but I’m not brave enough to try and run again. Honestly, I’m terrified of what he’ll do if I piss him off anymore.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask. If I can’t fight him, maybe I can reason with him, pay him. Something.

“Your little boyfriend owes us twenty grand. So, it depends if he pays, I guess.”

And what if he doesn’t pay? My first thought is that of course he’ll pay, that he’d never let them hurt me. But I also never in a million years would have thought my upstanding, “nice guy” boyfriend would hand me over to a man like this.

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Advertisement The Invitation Read Online L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole http://www.books2020.com/the-invitation-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Tue, 08 Mar 2022 20:37:39 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-invitation-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Authors: L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole Advertisement

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Tobias Benton is beautiful, wealthy, mysterious. And he’s been watching me. Waiting. Planning. He sees who I really am. He knows the monster I try to hide. But he’s a monster too, and he’s willing to offer me a place in his dark world. If only I’ll accept his invitation…
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Tobias

The lights of the Manhattan Bridge twinkled through the floor to ceiling window of Lithium—the most extravagant members-only club in the city. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceilings, Baccarat glasses filled with only the most expensive Champagne adorned the tabletops, and the only place where the views of the skyline could be beat was from my penthouse.

It was a club people fought and fucked to get their way into. One people would kill to set foot in…

The head of Tritan Bank sat at the table by the opened patio door, the attention of every man in a suit locked on him. They laughed and smiled, most likely while imagining they could take the knife on the table and slice his jugular open. And why?

Because he had more than them.

He was wealthier, more respected, more fucking arrogant.

No one here wanted to be inferior.

I lifted my glass to my lips, wondering how much one of them would pay to have him killed. Because every one of them would pay something. They’d outbid each other just for show. Money was, after all, a disease of the rich.

One I was dangerously intrigued with.

One I would make a very fun game out of once I had my partner.

“Mr. Benton?”

I glanced up at the pretty blond as she stopped in front of me. “Yes?”

“We’re ready for you.”

Smiling, I polished off my drink, then followed the petite girl through the crowded lounge to the elevator at the side of the room.

When I stepped inside, she passed me a keycard.

“Welcome to The Selection,” she said just before the doors closed.

I watched each floor light up. Once it reached the last number, it kept going. Excitement darted through me when it finally stopped and slowly opened into the center of a circular room.

I stepped out, staring at the blue icon flashing on the wall in front of me. When I waved my keycard over it, the walls retracted, revealing a series of windows.

An overhead speaker crackled to life. “A number will appear to the side of each cubicle. To choose an item, scan your card across the numeral.”

Numbers one through twenty-five flashed to life around the room moments before the shutters covering the windows lifted.

Behind each pane of glass stood a naked girl.

A beautiful, willing, naked girl.

These were not slaves. Oh, no. They were trained. Elite commodities worth every last penny men paid to have them for an evening. But I didn’t want her for sex. I wanted her for a game. I wanted to use her as a test.

I made my way past each window, inspecting, fantasizing.

When I reached number fifteen, I stopped. Auburn red hair and long, lean legs.

Smiling, she fiddled with the diamond pendant around her neck, then turned around to show me her perfect ass. Much to my pleasant surprise, she bent over, showing me her tight asshole and pink pussy.

If she’d do this for ten-thousand dollars, what would she do for a million? Maybe two?

That was the problem with having an endless supply of money at my disposal—I could ruin people all too easily.

When I swiped my card over her number, the shutters lowered with a creak of hinges. “You’ve chosen number fifteen. You may pick up your receipt at the bar. Enjoy your purchase.”

Oh, I would. And I only hoped I would enjoy Preston Lucas half as much…

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Tobias

FOUR MONTHS LATER

I sat in my car with the engine cut. The only light came from the video footage playing across my phone screen. It was a video I had watched endlessly over the last few days. One I could barely get enough of.

A scream came through the speakers just as the shaky footage of Leah—the beautiful redhead I’d purchased months ago—running through the thick woods came to a full stop.

Preston’s angelically ruthless face came into view. The moonlight cast silver hues over his blond hair. If this were a movie, the director would get accolades of praise for the way the lighting caught in his blue irises, almost setting aflame the darkness that lurked within.

My cock hardened when Leah screamed louder, begging him to let her go. And one thing I had learned about Preston Lucas from his browser history, those screams made his dick hard, too. He was a deviant through and through, and that was one reason I had chosen him. What I couldn’t have fathomed all those months ago was just how nefarious he truly was. And I delighted in it.

Everything about the situation, from her gasps for breath to the possessed look in Preston’s eyes as his hands closed around her neck made me desperate to fuck him.

“Stop fighting, Leah,” his gruff voice broke through the desperate pleas for her life. “You know if you pass out, I’ll only come harder…” Then he came, and hard, at the precise moment she left this earth.

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He was the reprobate king of Dayton high. I was the bitter princess cast out of my kingdom. And we were at war. It started off with a lie, and a one-night stand gone terribly wrong. Although I knew nothing good would come from my encounter with Bellamy West, the small town’s gorgeous bad boy, I didn’t expect him to throw jet fuel onto the already flaming wreckage of my life. Then step back with a sexy smirk on his face to watch me burn. And burn I did... He got me fired. I got him arrested. We were enemies until we weren’t. Until one touch went too far, and I found myself craving each dirty word. Every filthy promise. Bellamy West was no good, and I wanted to be bad. Screw falling for Prince Charming, I wrote my love story with the villain. And for that, I paid.
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“Wet for me, baby girl?”

The neon light flashed through the curtained windows. And it provided just enough glow that I could make out Hot Guy’s face as he maneuvered me toward the back of the van. All dark hair and perfect jawline, a smirk that promised to make all my problems disappear—of which I had a list a mile long. One look from him had been nothing short of a siren call to a lonely girl needing to feel wanted for just a few moments. So here I was. In a van. In a bar parking lot, letting his filthy words replay through my head while he grabbed my hips and kissed my throat. Wet for me, baby girl…

“You say that to all the girls?” I asked, then felt him smirk against my skin while he worked the strap of my dress from my shoulder.

“Only the ones I wanna fuck…”

No matter how hot his words had me, I was not actually going to screw him. Nope—although, his lips were extremely persuasive.

My legs bumped the back seat. A moment of doubt crept in as he lowered me to the bench. Though I knew I was probably one in a long line of girls he’d seduced and brought out to this van, I couldn’t quite find the will to care. In my defense, he might have been the hottest guy I’d ever seen, so if I were ever going to have a one-off moment of weakness, he was totally worthy. His hand roamed over my thigh, then beneath my skirt, his pure electric touch tracing me through my underwear. No guy had ever had this effect on me. And I wanted more.

“Damn,” he mumbled against my throat before pulling my panties to the side. “You’re soaked.”

His finger slipped inside me, crooking. The flood of sensation that fired through me took any resolve I had to not bang him and threw it right out the curtained van window.

“I’m not fucking you,” I said in a rush, and I wasn’t sure if that declaration was meant for him or me.

“Not gonna fuck me, huh?” His finger worked deeper.

Arrogant prick. He absolutely thought this was a done deal. Not like I was giving him much reason to think otherwise, but still.

“So, you came out to the van to play a game of ‘get to know you?’ Because I’d say, this is probably a damn good way to get to know someone.” He slipped another finger inside. Pressing. Pushing. Driving me crazy. “Wouldn’t you?” His mouth was on my stomach now, working lower and lower.

I was so screwed. “I…”

“Or did you come out here to ask me my name and favorite color?

I hesitated for a minute, trying to form words. “Name,” I finally choked out, fully aware I probably should have asked that before now. “What’s your name?”

“Bellamy.” He spread my legs, then settled between them, locking eyes with me as he nipped at the inside of my thigh. “What’s yours?”

I sure as hell wasn’t giving him my name, and the first name that sprung to mind was my best friend’s. “Genevieve.” Okay. That was bad...

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-one,” I lied, fighting a moan as his lips worked higher. Okay, I was done talking, or should I say, lying. “Any more questions?”

“Yeah.” His gaze locked with mine, and he removed his fingers. “How good do you taste?” Then slipped them between his lips on a groan. And that one dirty move was enough to absolutely, one hundred percent, seal my fate.

Within seconds, my underwear had been thrown somewhere onto the floorboard and his warm tongue was on me, my hands in his hair, my hips grinding against his face as a wave of bliss crashed over me so hard, I could barely draw in a breath. It wasn’t just an orgasm; it was an awakening, one that had my thighs clamped around his head, my body trembling, and my heart slamming against my ribs.

“So soon, baby girl?” He sat up, smirking as he reached for his belt.

Someone banged the outside of the van. “Hey, fucker!” a guy shouted. “We gotta problem…Psycho bitch is on the hunt. I repeat, little eagle. Psycho bitch is on the hunt. Over.”

Bellamy groaned, still fiddling with his belt. “Tell her to fuck off!”

A girl was looking for him—one that his friend was keeping a lookout for, while he fooled around with another girl in his van? Jesus Christ, I was an idiot. Sitting up, I tugged my skirt back into place, then rummaged through the crumpled papers and music magazines littering the floorboard in search of my underwear.

Another bang sounded over the van door. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Bellamy lowered his zipper like an asshole who expected me to still touch his dick. “I heard you!”

“Wow.” Forget the underwear. With a shake of my head, I opened the van door and came face to face with the guitarist from the band that had played earlier. His fist was lifted, ready to pound the side of the vehicle again.

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Zepp Hunt wasn’t the king of Dayton high school. He was the top of the food chain. And I was next in line to be dragged into the lion’s den. At least that’s what he thought… Good girls wanted to tame him. Bad girls want to be tainted by him. Everyone bowed down to him. And me? I hated Zeppelin Hunt with every fiber of my being. Which was why I stayed away from the arrogant bad boy with tattoos and a rap sheet. Until I couldn’t. Until we traded favors, and I owed him three months of my life. I never thought I would end up in his bed, and when I did, I had to remind myself that he hated me as much as I hated him. Until I didn’t. Zepp Hunt was no prince, and I absolutely refused to be his damsel in distress
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Velma’s was the only hole-in-the-wall bar in Dayton where there wasn't a cover and naked girls working poles. Christmas lights framed the windows year-round, and tonight they blinked on and off, almost in time with the twang of country music that seeped through the open windows.

Wolf parked his pickup at the back of the lot, cutting the headlights while he left the engine running. “I’ll just wait for you to give me the signal,” he said when Bellamy and I piled out.

The place was full of rundown beaters, cars with busted windows and rusted out roofs. But even pieces of shit could be sold for a good chunk of money.

Bellamy dropped his dad’s police bag beside the wheel of a rusted Hurst Old, kneeling to rummage through for the file. “This thing’s a piece of shit.”

The car was a wreck, but any idiot knew these things could go for an easy fifty-grand with some new interior and a paint job—which made us selling it for four a steal. “We’ll each get a grand a piece for it.”

“Yeah.” Bellamy worked to jimmy the lock, while I watched the entrance of the bar. The seconds ticked by without the pop of the lock. “Dammit,” Bellamy huffed. “It won’t catch. It’s jammed or something.”

I tugged at the door while he crammed the file farther under the rubber seal. “What the…”

The bang of a screen door broke up the rhythm of banjos and guitars. I popped up, staring over the dented roof of the Hurst, then gave Bellamy a shove. “Hurry up, man.”

My gaze narrowed on the silhouette slinking through the parked cars. Something about the sway of her hips seemed familiar. The curvy redhead stepped underneath the fluorescent glow of Velma’s sign, and I groaned. Monroe James went to my school. She lived two trailers down from my best friend, and the last thing we needed was a possible witness who knew our names when the guy reported his car stolen.

“Shit, man. Keep going. I’ve gotta go distract this chick.” I moved away from the car, striding over the gravel toward Monroe.

Her pace slowed. Through the dark, I could barely make out her narrowed gaze aimed at me.

I made a blatant show of looking over her long legs. And damn, that skirt was short. “Nice skirt,” I said.

“Eat shit.” She stepped around me without missing a beat.

I faltered. That was not how this shit went. Ever. I complimented a girl—she swooned. I spun around. I wanted to call her a bitch, but she was headed straight toward Bellamy. So I swallowed my pride for a second and started after her. “You should learn to take a compliment, you know?”

“You should learn to fuck off.”

My jaw clenched. She was a row over from the damned Hurst. God, I did not need to be dealing with this right now.

“You don’t have to play hard to get. I’ve heard you’re easy, Monroe.”

“I’ve heard you have herpes. I’m busy, so again, fuck off.”

I didn’t have time for this. I brushed past her. She could turn us in if she wanted. We’d sell the Hurst before the cops ever showed up at my house anyway. Lack of proof was a bitch. “Bell!” I shouted across the parked cars. “Hurry the hell up.”

Her steps over the gravel quickened, and she popped up right beside me. “Are you stealing that car?”

“What if I am?” I stopped a few feet in front of the Hurst.

And I knew that look, the way her gaze swept over me while she bit at her lip. Before tonight, I hadn’t said a word to Monroe, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t noticed the girl. Curves. Big tits. Tiny waist. Red hair. She was hot in that look-at-me-and-I'll-kill-you kind of way, which made her hard not to notice. This wasn’t the first time I had thought about sinking my dick into her.

“Well, that might change things.” Her finger trailed down my chest. “I do like a bad boy.” Most girls did. It was their kryptonite.

“Yeah?” I grabbed her, pinning her against the car. “You wanna be tainted by the bad boy, Monroe. That it?”

“You gotta be kidding me,” Bellamy grumbled. “Seriously, Zepp?”

She threaded her fingers through my belt loops and snapped my body tight to hers. I imagined grabbing her by the waist and throwing her face down onto the hood of the car, going at her until my dick was raw.

Her lips brushed my jaw. “Do you wanna fuck me, Zepp?”

“I wanna ruin you.”

Bellamy groaned in the background. “Great. I’m going to the truck. Let me know when you’re ready to work, dickhead.”

And now I was totally going to screw her against this car. “Are you a screamer, Monroe?”

Her fingers raked the back of my neck, and she pulled me close. I waited for her to go for my fly and pull me out, but instead, she rammed her knee into my groin. I doubled over, grabbing myself while I fought for a breath, but the pain only got worse. It felt like my nuts were in my throat. My legs buckled, and my knees hit the gravel.

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Tor My life was mapped out and planned to perfection. I knew exactly what I wanted and where I was going, until I was thrust into his world and ripped from mine. In the blink of an eye everything shattered, proving to be nothing more than a cheap illusion. Now I’m living in this twisted form of hell, where enemies and friends are one and the same. I thought I wanted perfection. Now I don’t know what I want - perhaps not even my own freedom. Jude I'm the definition of wrong. I'm violent, I'm greedy, and I stop at nothing to win. I'm a notorious bookie and in my game paying with your life is not just a figure of speech. You lose, I collect. I take whatever you have. She’s collateral for a debt, and if that debt's not paid someone will die. This should be just business, so why can’t I kill her? Everything is not always as it seems. Lust. Blood. Lies. Nothing this wrong should feel so right.
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This won’t be the first time I’ve killed someone, and it won’t be the last, so why is my heart pounding so damn hard right now?

Most people might say that what I’m about to do makes me one sick fucker, but when someone slaughters your family, you, in turn, kill theirs. I’m doing this for revenge, pure and simple. Merciless vengeance, it’s just how it goes in my world: you use violence and power to enforce your rules. When you make a living illegally, you learn how easy it is to prosper from others’ fear, although not all bookies are as brutal as I am. Having a conscience is where other bookies fail. Brutality is the difference between making a few dollars and making a million. You cannot be weak and survive in this profession, and the moment someone no longer fears you, you’re fucked.

I’m not fucking weak! I’m trying to psyche myself up, slightly pissed that I’m finding this harder to swallow than I thought I would. I know the only reason I’m still standing here with my pulse banging in my ears is because this particular situation involves a woman. You’d think it would be no problem to follow through with, seeing as how I don’t really have morals—right and wrong, I don’t play by those rules, I wasn’t raised to. Hell, I grew up in a house where arsenals were kept in every room “just in case.” I witnessed my first murder when I was only twelve. So I can’t understand why I’m conflicted right now. A soft moan and the thud of the headboard hitting the wall carries down the hall, and I shake those thoughts from my head.

Marney and I press our backs to the wall. My heart is still thrashing around like a caged gorilla. I try to regulate my breathing, but it’s nearly impossible with all the adrenaline that’s flooding my system. I stare at the door. I want to utterly destroy Joe Campbell, I want him to be so miserable death is the only thing he has left to look forward to, and if this is the way I have to do it, so be it!

There’s only one light on at the end of the hallway, and it’s just enough that I catch Marney make eye contact with me, then nod toward the door. I push away from the wall and kick the door in, startling the man and woman fucking on the bed. She shrieks and scrambles to her feet, covering herself with the sheets.

The man jumps up. Taking a boxing stance, he throws a punch at me. I duck and pull the gun from my belt, cocking it as I aim directly at his head. He freezes and tosses his hands in the air. I narrow my gaze and realize this is not a middle-aged man. This is not Joe, which fucks everything up.

“Shit! Where’s Joe?” I shout at the woman now cowering in the corner.

“He’s not here,” she sobs. Her eyes fix on me, taking in each detail of my face.

I glare at the man still frozen in front of me.

“Don’t hurt us, please,” he grovels.

“The safe is in the basement. There’s over a million dollars in there,” the woman frantically offers. “Take it! Take whatever Joe owes you,” she pleads, her voice trembling.

“Shut up,” Marney shouts.

I clench my jaw. “Oh, you’re gonna pay, sweetheart, but this debt can’t be paid in anything but blood.” I tilt my head to the side as her eyes focus on mine. She’s shaking and crying. “Your husband took something from me, and I’m going to take something from him.”

I swing my gaze to the naked man and stalk toward him. “Too bad for you, you chose the wrong woman to fuck around with. Wrong place, wrong time.” I stop about three feet in front of him, point the gun at his face, and pull the trigger. His body jerks backwards and collapses to the floor with a thud.

A shrill, drawn-out scream pierces the air, falling silent when the woman pulls in a large breath only to scream some more. I turn, the gun still raised, and she runs across the room toward the door. I go to pull back on the trigger, and I can’t. I really didn’t think it would be this hard to kill a woman.

Marney catches her and slams her onto the ground, pressing her down by her throat. “It’s not personal. This is all for your husband.”

“Please don’t kill me. I’m a mother...my boys...please!” she weeps.

“I’ll make it quick. I promise.” His tone is vacant of any emotion, completely monotone and matter-of-fact.

Headlights stream through the window, bouncing around the dark room, and she lets out another tortured cry. She fights, yanking and jerking. She bites Marney’s arm and I watch an animal-like scowl shoot over his face as he pulls his gun, shoves it against her temple, and BAM. She lies completely still. Marney wipes the blood splatter from his face with his sleeve. “Now what? Not as effective since we couldn’t tie the bastard up and make him watch, huh?”

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*Warning. This book contains extreme violence, and scenes that may upset some readers. * Tor Jude Pearson could just as well kill me as kiss me most days. He was my captor, my living hell, and yet, he became my saviour, my heart. Stupid. Hes heartless, conditioned to feel nothing, and so I ran... straight into the clutches of his enemy. Joe Campbell wants Jude to suffer, and I just became a pawn in a very dangerous game. Joe has broken me in every way, everything that I once was stripped away, and in its place is festering hatred and a rage so cold I feel nothing else. I have one purpose. Revenge. Jude Love makes you weak, it makes you irrational. She was collateral, completely innocent when she was unwillingly dragged into my corrupt world. With the damage Id already caused her, I couldnt let her love me, so I let her go, and now...he has her. No matter where she is, she will always be mine. This man has taken every-fucking-thing from me, and he has the last thing that matters to me. I will kill him. Slowly. Joe Campbell better run because the devil is fucking coming for him. Sometimes two wrongs can make a right. Rage. Hate. Revenge. Our Wrath binds us, but it may also break us.
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I glance at the large screen in front of me that reads: London Heathrow. I stare out at the runway of the South Carolina airport as I wait to board my connecting flight to London. I anxiously fiddle with the strap of my bag... Jude's bag. The contents of this bag are all I have left in the world. I have a new identity, one I don't want. I just want to go home, to see my sister, to live my life, but I can't. It's all gone. Everyone I ever cared about believes I am dead, except Jude. The only person I have left. Had… the only person I had left.

I won't pretend I'm not bitter. I am. I've been kidnapped, tortured, shot at, threatened more times than I care to remember, and finally rejected by the one man who I came to trust, despite all of this. The last few months of my life have been shitty; there's no other way to put it.

"Boarding pass please.”

I nervously hand my passport to the woman at customs, and can only hope Jude is as good as I think he is. I didn't ask how he managed to get a passport forged so quickly. I've learned with him not to ask questions. My heart clenches at the memory of him handing me the documents. It was all so easy for him, and I hate myself for hurting over him. I hate that I love him, and when I think back, I cannot work out how the hell that even happened.

She glances over it quickly and gives it back to me. I smile politely before moving away. I barely take two steps when someone stops me.

"Excuse me, ma'am." A guy in a dark blue uniform steps in front of me. "Can you please come with me?"

"Of course." Fuck! They know the passport is fake. I'm going to go to jail, or worse; they'll find out who I really am. They'll find out I'm supposed to be dead, which will lead them to wonder why, when a body has already been found, am I now here trying to leave the country under a different name? Joe will be the least of my worries if I'm suspected of having something to do with that poor girl's murder. Shit.

I'm led through the airport until we reach a door that reads 'staff only.' The officers show me to a small private office, where I'm told to sit. Two guys stand on either side of the door blocking my exit whilst the guy behind the desk taps away on a keyboard. He doesn't look up at me and barely acknowledges my presence. The phone on the desk rings and he picks it up but doesn't speak. In the silence of the room, I can hear the muffled sound of someone talking on the other end. When he hangs up, he glances up at me. "There's been a problem, and we're going to need to take you to the station to clear it up." A problem?

"What problem?" I ask, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

His lips pull into an almost sympathetic looking smile. "We can't discuss it here." He signals towards the two guys standing behind me. "You need to go with these officers."

I nod as I take a steadying breath and stand. The two security officers lead me outside the airport. There are two men in suits standing next to a black SUV, who greet me. This is some federal shit, it must be. They look like agents. Maybe they know about Jude? Maybe they want to use me to get to him? My chest tightens as a wave of panic comes over me. Of course there are people after Jude. It was naive of me to think there wouldn't be somebody watching and waiting. The thought of Jude being locked up makes me feel sick. I shouldn't care. He brought it on himself. He's a criminal, a bookie, a murderer... but I love him, and betraying him would feel like a betrayal of myself.

"Place your hands behind your back." One of the men says, holding a pair of handcuffs.

"What? Am I under arrest? I've done nothing!" I protest as he grabs one of my wrists and yanks it behind my back, pressing me up against the car. He snaps the cuff around my wrist and grabs my other arm, fastening the metal tight enough to cut into my skin. He then pushes me into the back of the car, and the door slams behind me. My pulse hammers in my ears as full-scale panic starts to set in. I'm going to jail. I'm going to be forced to choose, throw Jude under the bus or spend my life behind bars. Shit, the rational option is clear, but my damn heart is treacherously loyal to him.

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