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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Jenny (Babysitter’s Club #5)
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ISBN/ ASIN:	B08864RDML
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Jenny Somerset fell in love with the handsome teenage Derrick the moment she first laid eyes on him. She was eight and he sixteen, with no use for her, but she knew, deep down inside she knew that one day he would be hers. And when she boldly told him that she was going to marry him one day and he agreed to wait for her until she was eighteen, she had no idea that he said it in jest, just to humor the kid who followed him around all day with stars in her eyes. Now he's back after years away and she's unrecognizable. Derrick hadn't given a second thought to his little shadow in years, why would he? She was just a kid when he was already a young man. So when the hot little number came to his home to interview for the job babysitting his twin girls, he had no idea who she was. He never would've guessed anyway, because this girl looked nothing at all like the scrawny little kid who used to dog his every step. He may have forgotten, but Jenny hasn't, and life is about to get very complicated for the two star crossed lovers.
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Derrick

When she was eight and I sixteen, she had a tremendous crush on me. It was easy to see in the way she’d follow me around the neighborhood, or the way she’d always show up every time I left my house to go shoot hoops outside in the basketball net I had set up above my garage door.

Everyone in the neighborhood seemed to know and made fun of it in a kind way; they thought it was cute. I didn’t mind much, as long as she didn’t pester me when one of my girlfriends were around, which she seemed to never be around for, thankfully. Her mooning might have put some of them off. It was so persistent.

I’m not quite sure when it began, I don’t even know when she and her family moved into the neighborhood, but I knew they were new here. It seems like one day she was just there. At first, I paid her no mind, I was much older after all and didn’t hang around with kids her age, but she was so silent in her approach that it was hard to admonish her for existing.

I did notice after a while that she seemed to have a keen sense of where I’d be and when, until it became more and more obvious that she had a constant watch on my house, which wasn’t that easy from her home which was down the street and around the corner, which meant she must’ve spent a considerable amount of time sitting on the sidewalk watching my front door and driveway for my appearance.

I didn’t discourage nor encourage her little girl crush. I didn’t go out of my way to be friendly or not. I guess it wasn’t that important to me; she was just there, just one of those things that happen in life. I did resent her just a little bit, though when my friends started teasing me about my little girlfriend.

Something I did not find in the least bit funny in this day and age with grown-ass men hurting little girls in the name of love. So as things progressed, I found myself having to bite back harsh retorts whenever I’d catch her shadowing me.

As mom had said one day when I brought it up to her in frustration, she was just a lonely little girl, and there was no harm in it. So I smiled instead of showing her my growing unease and sometimes anger.

It helped that she never really said anything much to me, and in all honesty never really invaded my space. It’s just that she was always there, on the outskirts of my life looking in, like a silent watcher. It might’ve been borderline creepy if she wasn’t so adorable. After a while, I came to see the whole situation the way mom had explained it, just a harmless little crush, and who doesn’t have those?

Funnily enough, it was only after I accepted things that way that she opened up. She got closer and closer and sometimes would even run the ball back to me when I was shooting hoops by myself, and it rolled towards the street.

So far, though, her conversation consisted of hi and bye. Anything more, like asking her, her name and she’d take off running back towards her house. I’d watch her and laugh, shaking my head at how strange the female of the species really is. They’re confusing at any age.

As time went on, she lost some of that timidity, not all but some. Sometimes I’d notice her studying me in an odd way with her head tilted to the side and a faraway look on her face, a look that seemed way beyond her years. I never asked her what she was thinking, choosing not to know.

Then one day, she got bold enough to come right out and tell me how she felt. Her cute little face was red as a-sunburn that pert little nose of hers wrinkled in the most adorable way as she said the words. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

I stopped with the ball in my hand, ready to shoot and looked down at her as she sat on the edge of my side lawn. I’ve always gone out of my way not to hurt her feelings, she was just a kid after all, and though she was still underfoot, I wouldn’t say she was intrusive. For whatever reason that day, I decided to play along with her.

“Okay, when you grow up, I’ll marry you.” When she smiled, those dimples in her cheeks transformed her into a smashing beauty that I was sure would one day break many a heart.

“Really? When? How old do I have to be to be a grown-up?” See, that’s another thing about Jenny, she’s about the most innocent eight-year-old I know. To be asking that question in this day and age, the days of computers and social media where kids would be lucky to escape with their innocence intact after one foray through Facebook; it’s one of the reasons I never minded her too much.

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Advertisement Noelle Read Online Jordan Silver (Babysitter’s Club #4) http://www.books2020.com/noelle-4-read-online-jordan-silver Mon, 19 Jun 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/noelle-4-read-online-jordan-silver Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Authors: Jordan Silver Series: Babysitter's Club Series by Jordan Silver
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Total pages in book: 51
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It was a spur of the moment decision. A bad breakup and a near death experience had sent me into hiding I guess you can say. And that’s why I ended up here in this remote place, far away from everything. The house was beautiful, the nearest neighbor was miles away and all around us were nothing but trees and nature. I didn’t mind though, from the moment I stepped foot on the driveway it felt like coming home. There was something about the place that seemed familiar, though I was sure that I’d never been there before. And the father, the man whose baby I would be watching, seemed like someone I’d met before. If I were into fanciful daydreams I’d say it was as if we knew each other in another life. Just one look in his eyes, and I could get lost. It was all very confusing. Especially the flashbacks to an earlier time. A time when I knew him, intimately it seemed. The visions and dreams were so real I’d wake up in a sweat, with a fever between my thighs and I could swear there were teeth marks on my nipples. Still, instead of fear, I wanted to know more. Like what was it about the place, about him, that seemed so familiar?
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Noelle

“Why must you be so melodramatic Noelle? Don’t you think this is a bit extreme?” I threw the last of my clothing into the suitcase and zipped it up, ignoring my best friend’s refrain for the one-hundredth time.

What she sees as over dramatic, I see as life preservation. “Just hug me goodbye and get out of here already. You’re only making this harder.”

The tears that I’d been fighting off for the past few weeks since I made the decision were threatening again and I didn’t want to start. Any show of weakness and Amy would scent blood like a shark in the water.

In the past I’ve let her talk me out of things, but this was something I didn’t want her to talk me out of. I need to do this, even though I can’t get her or anyone else to understand. Sometimes I don’t even understand it myself, so how can they?

But deep down inside I know that it’s the best thing for me right now. I knew it when I woke up in the hospital with aches and pains and not knowing who or where I was for those first few minutes.

When my mind was a jumbled mess that I had to piece back together like a puzzle that was missing way too many pieces. When I was feeling adrift without an anchor and fear clawed at the dark recesses of my mind.

As soon as reality came flooding back, bringing all the pain and heartache of betrayal with it, my first thoughts had been of getting away. The thought has been beating in my head like a drum ever since.

Now as I looked around my room one last time for anything that I’d missed, I let my mind go back to that dark place one last time. Hoping that I could leave those particular memories behind.

I saw Jack’s face that last day that we’d fought, argued. Heard the harsh words that had cut me like a knife. And then I saw myself walking away in a daze.

I wanted to yell at that girl to stop, not to open the car door, not to climb in. But it was already too late, weeks too late in fact. And there was no going back.

I shook off the heaviness that threatened to overtake me and took a deep breath. The only thing that had felt good since the whole sordid mess started was this, the move I’m about to make.

My mom stood in the doorway wiping the remnants of tears from her cheeks. No doubt she’d enlisted her little helper to give it one last try before I really was out the door.

She’s another one that can’t seem to understand my pain, and why it is that I’d made the decision to leave my home for the summer. To get away from everything I knew.

I bit my lip when Amy’s arms came around me and I felt the slight tremble in her body. I know that meant that she too was fighting back tears.

“Call me as soon as you get there. And if you change your mind I’ll come get you.” She whispered the words so that mom wouldn’t overhear.

I pulled back and looked at her face, her eyes. I should’ve known! She does get me. Her whole act was all for mom’s benefit. That’s why she’s my bestie. I’d been afraid that I’d lost even that as well.

I smiled wanly because my face was ready but my heart wasn’t yet, to smile. I dragged the heavy case down off the bed and struggled to the door.

“Oh mom, it’s not like it’s forever. Just three months and I’ll be back.” Maybe! I hate lying to her but if I told her the truth I’d never make it past the doorway.

I one arm hugged her and had to pull away when those apron strings began to choke me. I wrestled the case down the stairs and out to my little Beetle with the two of them trailing behind with last minute instructions.

There was barely enough room in the trunk for the luggage. I already had my books and laptop in the backseat. Hoping that I hadn’t left anything behind, I slammed the door before looking back at the house.

I’ve always loved my home. Have always been proud of the house my parents kept. Dad! I can’t think of my dad right now or I’ll break. He’s so mad at me and I’m such a daddy’s girl that at eighteen it still matters.

If he knew the real reason I was running away it would be even worse. He’d end up in jail for sure and I’d have even more guilt on my conscience.

It’s never good when you disappoint the ones you love. And I know I’d disappointed them in more ways than one. Growing pains I guess.

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You always hear stories about men leaving their wives for the babysitter. Society is quick to rush to judgment on that one, like a lion on a gazelle’s hind quarters. But has anyone ever really stopped to question why? Is it that all men are so weak that they can’t refuse a little sweet on the side, and so they throw away their marriage, children and sometimes half their wealth? How stupid can all these men be if they’re running around being led by their meat? It’s a wonder anything gets done in life if that’s the case. Well I may have been one of those people in the past, one of the ones who questioned just how hard did the old guy put up a fight to deny the little tease etc. But since I’ve become one of the crowd myself I can tell you, things aren’t always what they seem.
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Alyssa

The way he looks at me makes me so hot it should be illegal. Just one of his looks can make me cream myself. I'm in a constant state of need whenever he's around, which of late has been a lot.

The man should come with a warning. There should be billboards plastered around town: Warning, hot sexy male with smoldering panty dropping eyes on the loose.

If only he meant something by them though, those panty melting looks. But I knew that was just his way, he couldn’t help that he was extremely gorgeous with eyes that made women turn into puddles at his feet.

I wish I could jump on that like my girls would say but I can't. It's just not in me, I'm not that bold, but yum. I’m pretty sure none of the boys I know will ever add up, but I can always dream.

Some days though I just wish…Oh well, you know what they say about wishes. Besides he would never want me like that. He's this big time football star; he could have any woman he wants why would he want me?

I’ve seen and heard the way the women of this town talk about and try to lure him in and if they were on his tail, I didn’t stand a chance. At least that’s the way I see it in my eighteen year old mind.

But boy, if given half a chance, I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d lay down for him anytime anywhere, no questions asked. Why? It’s not because I’m a bubble headed bimbo without a working brain cell.

It’s because for the past two years that I’ve worked for this family, I’ve gotten to know him. I’ve seen him with his children, and even with his wife when he had one.

He’s truly a one in a million kind of guy. I remember the first time he made my pussy weep just by brushing his arm against mine.

Nothing sexual, he was just reaching for a glass and I happened to be in the way. He hadn’t even noticed, while I’d been left standing there at the sink with my neck and chest red and wet panties.

Or the time my womb actually clenched, yes, that’s a thing, when I watched him nurse his little girl through a fever. I think that’s the day my lust turned to love.

From that day until now, I’ve seen him through dreamy eyes. Some days it’s hard to be around him, those are the days when I know there’s no hope of us ever being together.

But the more I tell myself to stay away, the more I’m drawn to him. I wonder if he ever feels my eyes on him whenever he’s around? If he’s ever caught me out the side of his eye.

I would be so embarrassed if he did because I’m pretty sure I’m drooling most of the time. I do go into a comatose state if I’m around him for more than ten minutes so it could be.

I shook off my musings and got back to what I was doing, or tried to. “Did you need anything else sir?” Like me spread out on your desk? I’m here to serve. If only!

“I told you about that sir shit, and the answer’s no sweetheart.” He had his head buried in the paper he was reading over so he missed the way his endearment made me blush, and squeeze my thighs together.

Not to mention the reminder of what had happened the last time I called him sir. My body tingled and grew flush at the memory that had lived in my dreams for days afterwards.

It was just after his divorce was final and I guess he was in a mood. I’d asked him a question pretty much like the one I just did. But instead of the mild mannered, even tempered response I’d expected from the usually sociable heartthrob. I’d gotten a gruff, “Only women I take to my bed call me that little girl.”

I’d been stunned into silence, not just at his words, but the look in his eyes when he said them. I was left standing there staring after his departing back. Unsure of what to do next.

There’d been a whole myriad of emotions running through me on that particular day. As someone who’d been secretly crushing on him for some time, the fact that his divorce was final was huge.

It feels a lot better lusting after an unmarried man, someone that didn’t belong to someone else. I’d had butterflies in my stomach all day because I knew I no longer had an excuse for not making a play for him. I never would’ve while he was married, no matter how he made me feel.

Then those words and the way he’d said them had sent my mind travelling far and wide and my imagination went wild at the implications.

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Advertisement Olivia Read Online Jordan Silver (Babysitter’s Club #3) http://www.books2020.com/olivia-3-read-online-jordan-silver Fri, 09 Jun 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/olivia-3-read-online-jordan-silver Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Authors: Jordan Silver Series: Babysitter's Club Series by Jordan Silver
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)

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I was supposed to be the babysitter, that’s what they told me. What they didn’t tell me, is that they were at the tail end of a bitter divorce and that I would be caught in the middle of a cold war between two parents and children who had already chosen sides, but because of the law, had no real say in what they did. I’d been hired by the father, a hotter, sexier thirty something I have never seen. At twenty-one and in my third year of college, I needed the job because the pay was good and the hours flexible. Plus, with my new dorm falling through because of a clerical error, I needed a place to stay. So I guess you could say this job fell into my lap at the most opportune time.
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Richard

Maybe I shouldn’t have started this shit. Fucking your kids’ babysitter probably isn’t the brightest idea, but damn. The little short shorts that cupped her ass and those tits that she never covered with a bra were damn near impossible to resist.

At least that’s what caught me out there the first time. I have no excuse for the other twenty or more times we’ve fucked since. These days it seems all she has to do is breathe and I’m in her.

We’re getting damn close to inseparable, something I’m not too familiar with. Even when I was married I didn’t have this insane need and hunger. Maybe it’s remnants from the divorce, or maybe my ass is getting old.

I don’t know what the fuck! But I do know pussy has never been this good. Hers is the first I’ve dived into that seems to have a direct line not only to my dick, but to other places I’d just as soon keep out of the line of fire.

I loved my wife, at least I thought I did, no I know I did. But it was nothing like the fiery emotion I feel for this girl in my bed.

She’s awakened something in me that’s either going to send me crazy as fuck at some point, or make me the luckiest guy on the planet.

I’m still navigating my way around this shit. Still trying to figure out what the fuck happened, how we got here? When I first hit it, I had no idea she was packing this kinda heat between her thighs; but fuck.

I open my eyes and she’s the first thing I think about. My heart starts to act funny as soon as I feel her warm body draped over mine.

And fuck forbid she’s on the other side of the king sized bed because she got hot in the night; I fucking pout like a two year old and drag her back to me.

The problem is, we never discussed where this thing was going. We never had any kind of conversation about relationships. It’s like we just fell into each other and have been fucking like minks ever since.

For some fucked up reason I’m a bit hesitant to open up that door with her. First time in my life I’ve backed down from anything.

I’m not sure if I’m afraid of her answer if I ask her where she sees us going? Or if I’m just satisfied with the way things are between us. Either way, some shit’s gotta come to a head before I lose my shit entirely.

I felt the change in her breathing and knew she was finally awake. I’d been laying here with my eyes open for at least ten minutes, just breathing her in like the sap she’d turned me into.

I tightened my arms around her and kissed her hair. “Morning beautiful!”

“Umm good morning.” She got closer, kissed my nipple and tightened her arm around me.

“I have to get up soon, my first class starts in an hour.” She tapped her fingers on my chest and looked up at me with those amazing cat eyes. I think it’s the eyes that trapped my ass in the first place.

After spending the last six months in a hell battle with my ex, I wasn’t really looking to get tangled up with another female right off the bat, but I knew the moment she walked through my door that I was in deep shit.

Everything about her called to me. Her face, her ass, her scent, every damn thing. I can’t even tell you half of what was said in that interview because my dick was screaming to get at her from the jump.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a dog who goes around chasing every skirt he sees. Well, I haven’t been for the six years that I was married, but before that, oh yeah.

But while I was married I stayed true to my vows. I didn’t even look at another female because that shit would’ve been foul. But now that I’m a free agent again, hell yeah I’m back in the game and in a big way.

The thing is this one’s kinda young. I have her by ten years, which is something I never did before. Before Melissa, who was three years younger than me, my women were always my age or a little older.

I like brassy broads who’ve been around the block a time or two. But Olivia, though she may be young in years, has enough brass for any ten women. Something else about her that pulls at me.

The girl don’t fuck around. She knows what she likes and ain’t afraid to say it. Unlike Melissa who expected my ass to be a mind reader. The two women are like night and day.

I’m not gonna lie and say my ex was a bad person or any of that other shit. We just got to a place where we both wanted different things in life. It happens I suppose, but people do change.

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ISBN/ ASIN:	B07F8L6MLW
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When I was only thirteen my life was turned upside down. My father had an affair, mom lost her mind and was shut away in an asylum and I was passed off to an old aunt. Now eight years later, I'm seeking vengeance against the one who brought my world crushing down. It's only fair don't you think? Let's see how she likes her cushy little life being disrupted by someone younger, prettier....
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Sydney

Dear diary, today’s the day. I’ve been planning this for a long time now as you know, and have finally found my chance. If all goes well, I can finally put the past to rest and move on with my life, whatever that may be.

Only you know what this means, and why I have to do it, along with all that I’ve already done. I can’t stay long now. He’ll be here soon to pick me up. I’ll get back to you later and let you know how my first day went…PS. Wish me luck…

I stood in front of the full length mirror and fixed myself for the one hundredth time. I looked just the way I wanted to. Light blonde hair pulled back in a dull bun with enough muck to discolor it, no threat.

Horn rimmed glasses to hide the luster of my odd colored jewel toned amethyst eyes. No I’m not an albino, neither am I suffering from some genetic disease.

It’s just a quirk of fate I guess, since neither of my parents have this color eyes, or anyone else on either side of the family for that matter. It’s the same with my hair. My dad used to tease that I was a throwback to a great-great somebody in the past.

The simple button down shirt with a tight fitting vest beneath did much to hide my bountiful assets. Another quirk, I have quite large tits for my small frame. They’ve been a source of constant turmoil, until now.

The skirt I chose came down to well below the knee and was a little too wide in the hips. Think schoolmarm if you will. The ballet flats were too low for me, I’m much more comfortable in heels. But that would defeat the whole purpose now wouldn’t it?

I smoothed my hand over my hair one last time, and fixed the store bought glasses in place so that they looked more natural and not like the prop that they were.

Even though I’d foregone makeup for just a swipe of gloss over my pouty lips, there wasn’t much I could do to hide my beauty. Oh well, I tried.

My prominent cheekbones and alabaster skin, the naturally pink lips that forever looked like they’d been kissed, and the cute little mole that sits just at the edge of my top lip all came together to make what I’ve heard described as a masterpiece.

It’s a beauty that I’ve had very little uses for, again until now. While others focused and got hung up on my looks, it was my mind I was more interested in. More specifically, honing it like a sharp weapon.

With one last look I accepted that there wasn’t much more I could do to hide what my face showed to the world. Oh well, at least I’d played it down some.

Turning back to the bed I grabbed the ratty old second hand suitcase that was nothing like my usual set of luxury luggage, but again suited my purpose, before leaving the room and heading down the stairs.

My heart raced with last minute jitters, which I mercilessly squelched. There was no room for panic or second guessing, this is something I had to do. A debt owed I guess you can say.

I sat on the little porch of the cute Victorian boarding house that had seen much better days as I waited for him to pull up. I wasn’t going to miss anyone I’d met here, because I never took the time to get to know them. That’s not my style and never was.

Entanglements and associations just tend to get in the way of my goal, so I’ve learned to live without them. Maybe after this is all done and I put it behind me, that would change.

My heart did another one of those rolling things in my chest when I saw his town car turn onto the street. That was an unexpected blip that I still have to work on.

With my inexperience I’m finding it hard, but I’ve never let myself be defeated by anything before and I won’t start now. Though I have yet to find a way to quiet the butterflies in my stomach.

I never once expected to feel anything, why would I? It’s been years since I’ve felt anything close to an emotion. And the fact that it was he making me feel, I see as some sort of Freudian complex.

I got to my feet just as the car came to a stop at the curb. Without a backward glance at the old broken down boarding house that I will never see again, I made my way down the front steps to the waiting car.

The driver held the door open for me before taking my luggage and helping me in. I appreciated the fact that he ignored me, wrote me off as nothing special.

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