Owned (Office Intrigue Duet #8) Read Online Nicole Edwards

Categories Genre: BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Office Intrigue Duet Series by Nicole Edwards

Total pages in book: 193
Estimated words: 185192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 926(@200wpm)___ 741(@250wpm)___ 617(@300wpm)

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Owned (Office Intrigue Duet #8)

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Have you ever believed you’d one day cross paths with someone who would sweep you off your feet and offer you a life right out of a fairy tale?
When you’ve spent your life hiding from monsters, it seems reasonable that you might cling to a magical, fabled romance.
I did. I found it was easier to look for the positive, to remain hopeful, and to sometimes imagine a fantasy-worthy life.
I’m not sure if I did it for my sanity or to keep my brother’s spirits up. You see, Ransom Bishop is not only my brother, he’s also the one who saved me from a life that would’ve ended badly, and in doing so, he gave up so much. Since the day he stole me away from the monsters when I was nine years old, Ransom has been mother, father, brother, and best friend, watching my back and protecting me from … them.
For fifteen years, we thought we were safe and maybe we were. But then my brother helped a friend in need, and everything changed.
They found us.
Now it’s a matter of life or death, and there’s only one person my brother trusts, one man Ransom is willing to be indebted to in an effort to ensure nothing happens to me.
Talon has agreed to take me in.
Under one condition: Ransom has to relocate with me, and he has to fake our deaths. Again.
Little do I know, but Talon is going to change my perception, my ideals, and yes, he’s going to change my life.
My name is Braelyn Bishop, and this is my fairy tale.
This is the final book in the Office Intrigue series and it consists of two stories in one. This can be read as a standalone.
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Office Intrigue Duet Series by Nicole Edwards

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Thursday, October 31, 2019

TJ Arlington’s Halloween Party


“Have you seen my brother?”

The woman muttered something, which I assumed was her brother’s name, but I didn’t catch it.

I watched as she moved to another person, asking the same question and getting another negative response. But she was intent and not at all swayed by the sideways glances she was getting, much less the posturing by all the Dominants looking to intimidate.

She disappeared into the fray for a moment, but I caught sight of her again when I noticed a couple of security guards making their way through the crowd. No doubt on their way to intervene because this woman had dared something so crass as to come inside without her flapper dress.

Heaven forbid.

Without so much as a goodbye to Ian and Isaac Stokes, I turned to follow the woman.

Because I towered over everyone in attendance, I located her easily, watched as she turned her question on the security guards who were already attempting to urge her back the way she’d come. While I could see them, I couldn’t hear what she was saying over the din of conversation, but I could deduce relatively well: they wanted her to leave, she didn’t want to go, and they weren’t going to ask nicely.

We’d see about that.

Several people had started to turn, drawn by the insistent commands being barked by the security guards.

“I told you, I need to find my brother,” the woman exclaimed, her low, raspy voice bordering on hysterical.

She attempted to shake off the hand curling around her arm, the security guard clearly not interested in hearing her out.

Despite her somewhat disheveled appearance, the woman had a natural beauty about her. With her hair in a haphazard ponytail and not a lick of makeup on her face, she looked far too sweet to be amidst this lascivious and carnal group.

Beneath what looked to be her workout attire, I could see she was on the thin side. Delicate bone structure, small breasts, and legs that went on for miles. She was a bit taller than average for a female—I’d venture a guess at somewhere close to five nine, maybe five ten—with the longest, shiniest hair I’d ever seen. And her face. She was proof there was a God, because she’d been put together in a manner that could only be created by the heavens. From a physical perspective, she was breathtaking, catching plenty of eyes as she strolled through.