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Chicago Railers Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:15:22 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Chicago Railers Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Show Me Forever (Chicago Railers Hockey #3) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic http://www.books2020.com/show-me-forever-chicago-railers-hockey-3-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:15:22 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/show-me-forever-chicago-railers-hockey-3-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Sports Authors: Jennifer Sucevic Series: Chicago Railers Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)

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This is the third book is the Chicago Railers Hockey Series

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Rina

Two months earlier…

* * *

The bass pounds hard enough to feel it in my bones. It’s a steady pulse beneath the music. Lights strobe across the packed club, painting the crowd in flashes of silver and blue. Bodies move in every direction, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and the sharp bite of spilled vodka.

My date leans in, shouting something about quarterly projections. Or profit margins. Or whatever it is men like him think makes them interesting. His breath smells faintly of gin. I nod, take a sip of my drink, and pretend to listen while my mind drifts elsewhere.

He’s nice enough.

Smart, successful, safe.

And utterly forgettable.

Why am I so restless?

I came here to remind myself I could still do this. I could smile, flirt, and pretend to care. But all I can think about is how empty it feels. How much of my life revolves around managing other people’s disasters while mine quietly simmers beneath the surface.

It’s a shock when my gaze catches on a familiar face.

One I’ve spent months training myself not to look at.

One that belongs to a man who is completely off-limits.

The sight of him slams into me before I can mask the reaction.

I tell myself to look away.

To remember every reason I shouldn’t want him.

But my brain refuses to listen.

Oliver Van Doren leans against the bar, looking like sin in human form, with a glass of whiskey held loosely in one hand. His shoulders strain against the pale fabric of his shirt, every line of him carved with effortless confidence. The top buttons are undone, a tease of skin and arrogance that feels deliberate. His blond hair is just mussed enough to look like someone has already had their hands in it.

He doesn’t have to demand attention.

People just give it to him.

Even when I tell myself to turn back before he notices, my gaze continues to linger. There’s something about him I’m not strong enough to fight.

And that’s a problem.

The moment his eyes find mine, the noise of the club fades to nothing but the thud of bass and the electric hum between us. His smirk is slow and knowing. It’s the kind of expression that promises trouble.

Fuck.

I really need to look away and pretend I didn’t see him.

Instead, I hold his stare.

He’s on the move before I can question the decision.

Or the ramifications.

The crowd shifts around him, parting as if even the air knows better than to get in his way. He walks with a predatory ease that makes my skin heat and my better judgment unravel. Each step eats up the space between us until there’s nowhere left to hide.

By the time he reaches me, my date has already blurred into background noise.

Poor Jared.

He never stood a chance.

Oliver’s gaze flicks over the man at my side before slicing back to me. “What are you doing with this guy?”

I arch a brow, lifting my glass with practiced calm. “It’s called a date, Oliver.”

“First and last,” he growls, low enough that only I can hear.

A reckless heat curls at the bottom of my belly. It’s the only explanation for why I don’t end this right here. “Excuse me?”

“Ditch him.” His hand finds my hip, fingers pressing just enough to steal my composure. He tugs me closer until his body brushes mine, the contact sparking through me like fire catching dry tinder. Every reason I should tell him no goes up in smoke.

The laugh that slips from my lips comes out quieter than I intend, edged with nerves. “You can’t just⁠—”

“Sure I can.” There’s a rough, taunting edge in the way he speaks. “Come dance with me.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol. Or the way the bass vibrates through my chest. Or maybe it’s just Oliver with that infuriating grin and the promise in his eyes that he could make every fantasy I’ve ever tried to forget a reality.

Whatever the reason, I let him pull me onto the dance floor.

The moment he does, the music swallows us whole.

He draws me against him, close enough to feel the heat radiating through the thin fabric of my dress. His hands find my hips, palms guiding me through the rhythm until every sway of his body feels like a dare I’m too far gone to refuse.

The air pulses with motion and sound until I can’t tell where the music ends and he begins. The bass thrums beneath my skin, and the steady drag of his breath against my neck syncs with it.

The crowd fades to a blur of color. Bodies grind, glasses catch the light, laughter spills and dissolves into darkness. Silver and blue lights wash over us in lazy waves, catching the sharpness of his jaw and the dark promise in his eyes.

I feel him everywhere from the slide of his hands tracing my hips, the rough scrape of stubble when his mouth finds the curve of my jaw, and the faint brush of lips that doesn’t quite become a kiss but steals my composure anyway.

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Advertisement Hold Me Tight (Chicago Railers Hockey #2) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic http://www.books2020.com/hold-me-tight-chicago-railers-hockey-2-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Wed, 19 Nov 2025 18:27:53 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/hold-me-tight-chicago-railers-hockey-2-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Sports Authors: Jennifer Sucevic Series: Chicago Railers Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)

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A steamy single mom, enemies-to-lovers, best friend’s ex, pro hockey romance from USA Today and Amazon Top 26 bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic.

I swore I’d never fall for another hockey player.
Not after Zane. My ex and the father of my daughter.

But when I need a place to stay, River Thompson is the one who opens his door.
My ex’s teammate and best friend.
Completely off-limits.
The man who looks at me like I’ve always belonged to him.

There’s just one catch… I have to share his bed.

Living under the same roof makes it impossible to ignore the way he’s been quietly biding his time. He’s patient, protective, and determined to prove he’s not like the man who broke me. And the way he is with my daughter makes it even harder to guard my heart.

Every night I spend in his bed, the slow burn between us threatens to ignite.

Trusting River means risking not only my heart, but my daughter’s too.
The scariest part?

I’m starting to believe he might be worth it.

Hold Me Tight is a best friend’s ex, enemies-to-lovers, slow-burn pro hockey romance with a hero who’s been biding his time—and a heroine afraid to trust her heart to the wrong man again

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Callie

It might have taken a few hours, but the bakery is finally quiet. The morning rush has come and gone, leaving behind a trail of empty coffee cups, a smear of frosting on the glass display case, and exhaustion after a sleepless night.

After wiping my hands on a towel, I lean against the counter.

Sloane exhales next to me, brushing away a streak of flour from her cheek. “I really thought that stroller mom was going to riot when we ran out of almond croissants,” she says, grabbing her water bottle.

I manage a smile. “She’s probably already drafting a Yelp review as we speak. And it won’t be pretty.”

We both laugh, and I let myself enjoy the moment. Just one blissful second of quiet. Until I spot the stack of mail on the back prep table. That’s all it takes for my stomach to dip.

I gravitate toward the pile and then slowly flip through bills and junk mail. It’s mostly routine stuff I’ll dump in the trash, until a thin white envelope with an official logo from the bank catches my eye. My fingers tremble as I force myself to tear it open. Even before scanning the words, I already know what they’ll say.

My loan payment is overdue.

We’re now moving toward the sixty-day mark.

If I don’t make a payment soon, I’ll default. Which means I could lose the bakery.

My bakery.

The one I worked so damn hard for.

The room blurs slightly as I grip the edge of the table.

For the hundredth time, I rack my brain for a way out of this mess. I can’t go to my parents. They’d help if they could, but there’s nothing left for them to give.

And Zane, my ex?

The father of my daughter?

Ha!

He’s a professional hockey player and makes millions a year, and yet, his child support is always late. How he manages to burn through so much money each month is almost unfathomable.

What I’ve learned over the years is that he’s not someone who can be relied on.

Unfortunately, I was a little late to the realization.

From the time I was a kid, I’ve had to figure things out on my own, and this situation isn’t any different.

There’s no choice in the matter.

Failure isn’t an option.

Not when Nora is counting on me to provide a stable home for her.

“What’s that?” Sloane’s question cuts through my mental spiral. I blink out of those thoughts and find her watching me with a furrowed brow.

I force a smile that feels like it might crack my face in half before shaking my head and setting the letter on the counter near the register. “Nothing. Just more junk mail.”

Relief washes over me when the door opens. I don’t want Sloane asking more questions. Not only is she an employee, but she’s a good friend. The last thing I want to do is lie.

I glance up, already shifting into business mode, as River Thompson strolls in.

He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and far too good-looking for my peace of mind. It’s the tousled blond hair and piercing blue eyes that seem to slice right through me. He makes me feel seen in a way that’s not entirely comfortable. When he walks into a room, I feel it down to my bones. The man moves with the grace of an athlete. Of someone who’s at ease with their space in the world.

It must be nice.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt that a day in my life.

This morning he’s wearing a simple Railers hoodie and jeans.

When he steps over the threshold, the temperature in the bakery rises.

Or maybe it’s just me.

My pulse trips, and it takes effort to stomp out the attraction zipping through my veins.

I hate the way my body reacts to him.

He’s Zane’s friend.

Or was.

Quite frankly, it’s not my business what their relationship is.

What I do know is that he stood by silently while Zane made a fool out of me.

I turn my attention back to the register, hoping he’ll order quickly and leave.

If I’m lucky, Sloane will swoop in like usual and save me from having to make small talk. Those conversations are always awkward.

A woman with a small child walks in right after him. She gives me a smile before glancing in his direction and doing a double take as her eyes widen.

“Oh my God,” she gasps. “You’re River Thompson. My husband is obsessed with the Railers.”

River gives her a friendly smile that’s both easy and charming. “Good to know. Tell him I said ‘hey.’”

The little boy at her side is probably around five or six. He peeks out from behind her leg while clutching a toy car.

Without missing a beat, River crouches down so they’re nearly eye level. “Do you like hockey, buddy?”

The boy looks up at his mother before nodding.

River reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a glossy puck. “If you have a marker, I’ll sign it for you. Would you like that?”

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Advertisement Make Me Yours (Chicago Railers Hockey #1) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic http://www.books2020.com/make-me-yours-chicago-railers-hockey-1-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Sat, 16 Aug 2025 22:26:39 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/make-me-yours-chicago-railers-hockey-1-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Jennifer Sucevic Series: Chicago Railers Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)

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A steamy friends-to-lovers, off-limits, pro hockey romance from USA Today and Amazon top #26 bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic.

Steele Sanderson has always been my safe place.
My best friend.
My constant.
My person.
So when I walk in on my boyfriend—who also happens to be my boss—screwing a colleague on his desk, it’s Steele who picks up the pieces.

Now I’m living in his penthouse, crashing in his guest room, and working as his assistant while I figure out what’s next. Every day, I tell myself this is temporary. That just because he looks at me like I already belong to him doesn’t mean I actually do.

Except... Steele doesn’t see it that way.
To him, I’ve always been his.
The only one he’s ever wanted.
The only one he’s ever loved.
He’s protective.
Possessive.
And done waiting.

I keep telling myself that crossing the line could ruin everything—that risking our friendship isn’t worth it. But when he offers a friends-with-benefits arrangement, promising to give me everything I’ve secretly craved, how can I possibly say no?
It doesn’t take long for the lines between us to blur.

Now I have to decide—keep pretending nothing’s changed or finally give in to the man who’s been right in front of me all along.

Make Me Yours is a swoony, boy-obsessed, friends-to-lovers steamy romance with close proximity, undeniable tension, and a hero who has always been all in. It’s the first book in the Chicago Railers series and can be read as a standalone

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LILAH

“Where are you, darling? You’re going to miss the start of the game,” Aunt Evelyn asks as I rush through the doors of the building where I’ve worked as a lawyer for the last three years.

“I know, I know.” I wrangle my Louis Vuitton bag onto my shoulder while digging around inside for my keycard. “I just need to fax some paperwork to a client for Devon. I found the file lying on the counter. Pretty sure he forgot to grab it this morning. It’ll take two minutes, tops. Promise. And then I’ll be over.”

“That man is lucky to have you,” she says lightly. “I certainly hope he realizes it.”

Even though she doesn’t tack on more, I’m sure she’s dying to.

My godmother is not Devon Peterson’s number one fan.

“He does,” I force out with more confidence than I currently feel. The sound of my voice echoes off the empty corridor as I give Mike, the night guard, a wave while striding to the bank of elevators and taking one to the twenty-fifth floor where our law offices are located. “He’s been working on a big case, and all his attention is focused there at the moment.”

“Seems like that’s how it always is, Lilah,” she says gently from the other end of the line. “Maybe, just once, his attention should be on you.”

“It is,” I reply, a little too quickly. The lie slips out before I can stop it, and I wince.

There’s a brief pause. The kind that says she heard everything I wasn’t saying. “I hope so, sweetheart. You deserve that. Whoever you’re with should make you feel like the most important person in the world.”

“He does.” Even as the words leave my lips, I realize they’re not true.

Devon’s life revolves around work. It always has. I knew that before we became a couple. Our families had been pushing us together since I was barely old enough to understand what dating meant. Once I started at his law firm, it just felt inevitable. Like the pieces had been arranged for us, and all we had to do was fall in line.

“Okay,” she says, dropping the topic. That’s one thing I love about Aunt Evelyn, she always senses when to back off, giving me the time and space to figure something out on my own.

Which is the opposite of my parents.

Even though I’m twenty-eight, they have a lot to say about my life. And most of it isn’t good.

As soon as that thought pops into my head, I push it aside. It’s been a long enough day already. I’m looking forward to unwinding at the game and watching the Chicago Railers demolish the Baltimore Baddies.

“Did you ever mention to Devon that you’re not very happy and have been thinking about doing something else?” Evelyn asks, her motherly concern warming my heart despite my rush. “You know I’d give you a job at the arena in a heartbeat. Wouldn’t that be fun? The two of us working together?”

“I doubt Hugh would be very happy about that.”

While Aunt Evelyn owns forty-eight percent of the Railers, Hugh Landry holds an equal stake in the team. For over twenty-five years, the two families have been at odds, which is why the remaining four percent, held by a third-party investor, often acts as the tiebreaker when they inevitably disagree. Aunt Evelyn never talks about it, but once upon a time, she and Hugh were engaged.

Until everything fell apart.

“That’s just an added bonus to sweeten the deal,” she says with a chuckle.

“You’re bad, Aunt Evelyn.”

“I know. It’s part of my charm.”

“Is he still trying to buy you out?”

“Of course. Although, that’s not about to happen. This is my team and my family’s name on the front of the building. I’m not going anywhere. Sooner or later, he’ll have to realize it.”

“Let’s just hope hell doesn’t freeze over first.”

She grumbles before saying, “Getting back to Devon… You should just tell him you’re not happy. If he loves you, he’ll want the best for you.”

“I haven’t made any decisions yet.” I chew my bottom lip as the elevator doors slide open and I step into the hallway. “What I need to do is find something I’m passionate about because law just isn’t it.”

“What about something that involves baking? You love puttering around in the kitchen.”

That’s more of a hobby, not a job.

“I need something I can make money at.” I pause before adding, “And as appreciative as I am of the job offer, I don’t think working at the arena is it either. I wish it were. It would make life so much easier.”

“Darling, it was just an idea. What I want most for you is to be happy. You’ll figure it out. Just give yourself time.”

“I’m almost thirty. It feels like I should have my life together by now.” My voice dips lower. “I thought by this point, I’d be married, have a couple of kids, maybe a house in the suburbs.”

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