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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	If You Dare (Dare #3)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Shantel Tessier
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The game was over. The dares were getting old, and the secrets were piling up faster than the bodies. But someone had other plans. They wanted to play a new game. Becky Holt was the love of his life until he found out what she was hiding. Now he wants to seek his revenge in the most daring way. Deke Biggs has always been a shark. He's not afraid to kill, and he's about to become her worst nightmare. But there's a new player, and she plans on taking everything, no matter what the cost. Try to beat him- If You Dare! Who will win and who will lose?
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PROLOGUE

DEKE

DEATH IS A debt we are all born owing.

It’s something that money can’t buy nor can it be traded.

You can’t bargain for more time. When it’s up, you accept it like a fucking man.

I’ve never been afraid to die. Or to love, for that matter.

Aren’t they the same?

You surrender to a fate you have no control over. You don’t get to choose when or how you die, just as you can’t choose when and who you fall in love with.

Some couples get a happily ever after while others are toxic for one another.

My love was like that.

She lied; I believed every word.

I hurt her; she forgave too easily.

It was a vicious circle of deceit and sex wrapped in a pretty black bow. Neither one of us could quit.

I wrapped my hand around her throat, and she begged me to breathe.

She stabbed me in the heart and demanded I bleed.

She might as well have been fucking poison, but I would have drunk her anyway.

That was the kind of obsession I had for her.

I knew how it would end—total devastation.

A war zone of broken bones and bleeding souls.

I should have hated her, but that’s the funny thing about love—it’s out of your control. And even when it leaves you with two black eyes, you beg for more.

People are afraid of the unknown, but I never feared death, and love was no different.

She was going to destroy me, and I was going to let her.

It was a game that could only end one way—a slow and torturous death.

CHAPTER ONE

DEKE

I DARE YOU

A little game my friends and I have played since we were kids. Every Sunday, we get together and write a dare, and the lucky son of a bitch whose turn it is gets to pluck one from the glass bowl and fulfill it. You have a month to complete it; once your time is up, you must face the consequence if you haven’t. Each dare has one, but none of us has ever refused the dare. Some are harmless. Others illegal. Just depends on whose dare you get and what their mood is at the time.

My best friend Eli dared our friend Cole to ride a skateboard down a hill. He did it, of course, but ended up with bruised elbows, scraped knees, and bloody hands. After we all ran down the hill to help him stand, we found him sitting on the ground with a smile on his face. It was as though he enjoyed the pain and the sight of the blood. And from then on, we found ourselves daring one another to do something that could either get us killed or thrown in jail. We didn’t care. Nothing scared any of us, for that matter. But as we got older, the dares got more dangerous and then turned illegal. Girls got involved and … well, let’s just say the game went from eight boys fucking around to five friends trying to figure out how we ended up haunted by our past.

We fucked up along the way. Some of us fell in love with the wrong girl. And some of us would die at the hands of others. It was a sick game we were going to end. And finish it is exactly what we had to do. Even if that meant killing one of our own. We were sharks and not all sharks can swim with others.

Sixteen years old

For the second night in a row, I find myself standing in Bennett’s parents’ basement. We threw a party here last night that ended in several fights. My best friend Cole got his dick sucked by Trenten’s girlfriend in the closet, and Kellan somehow started a fight between Cole and Trenten. It ended with Cole throwing some punches and me getting jumped from behind. Some fucker hit me in the back of the head with a glass cross. Once shit settled down, Cole took me to my sister’s to get it stitched up even though I assured him I’d be fine.

Now here we are. It’s Sunday, and we’re back to draw a dare. It’s my turn.

“Kiss Becky Holt.” I read the three words written on a folded-up piece of paper out loud. “Or you have to record yourself dancing naked.” I snort. I’m sure videos of me in my birthday suit are out there somewhere and didn’t even involve a dare.

Someone snickers, and I look up at my seven friends. Each and every one of us known as the Great White Sharks. The small, rich town known as Collins, Oregon, has been calling us sharks for years. Some say it started because we are all on the high school swim team and dominate in the water, but others say it’s because we’re ruthless. Just like some of our fathers. Some believe killers are born that way, but few will argue they are made. I’m not sure which one is correct anymore. I just do it for fucking fun. But a couple of my friends do it because they crave it—the blood, the rush, and the flat-out terror in someone’s eyes when they get too close. They thrive off it. And I don’t blame them because it can be quite a rush.

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Advertisement I Dare You Read online Shantel Tessier (Dare #1) http://www.books2020.com/i-dare-you-1-read-online-shantel-tessier Fri, 09 Feb 2018 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/i-dare-you-1-read-online-shantel-tessier Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Crime, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Authors: Shantel Tessier Series: Dare Series by Shantel Tessier
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Total pages in book: 144
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What do you do when the devil has you in his sights? You show him that you can play his game. Austin Lowes is new to town. She's running from a mom who hates her to her dad who cares nothing about her. Only a few months and she will be free, or at least, that's what she hopes ... until she meets him. Cole Reynolds is the devil disguised as a man. He wants her fear, he wants her blood, and he wants her soul. Just a little game, he says, I dare you. Will Austin survive him, or will she lose herself and the game? Secrets are revealed and justice will be served, but at what cost? Who survives and who doesn't?
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PROLOGUE

COLE

Have you ever been to a funeral where the preacher stands before the friends and loved ones of the deceased and talks about how shitty the person was? How he fucked around on his wife? Or spent his family’s life savings to feed his gambling addiction? How about during his bachelor party when he snorted coke off a hooker’s ass?

Me neither.

Why is it that we’re fucking saints the moment we die?

You hear the preacher say things like, “Oh, John Smith was a lovely man who loved his wife and kids,” when he should really be saying, “John Smith was a worthless piece of shit who fucked the underage babysitter every chance he fucking got while his wife was busy working two jobs and raising his ungrateful children.”

And let’s not forget that the deceased in that casket before you never even went to church. Let alone knew the preacher who speaks so highly of him. All he knows are the stories the blinded loved ones wrote down on a little card for him to share.

He’s a fucking puppet.

Now, I haven’t read the Bible word for word, but I know the Lord says if we confess our sins and ask for forgiveness, he will cleanse our souls, and we will be forgiven.

Poof. It’s like magic.

Now that begs the question–what if you’re not sorry? What if you don’t care to be forgiven?

No amount of holy water could cleanse my soul, and I’m okay with that because when I sinned, I understood that I would one day have to pay. We’re all going to die eventually. You can be one of those people who bury your head in the sand to avoid talking about it all you want, but it’s life!

Live or die.

Heaven or hell.

Angel or devil.

It’s black and white. There are no gray areas.

So tell me ... when you’re lying in that casket in front of your friends and family, what are they going to think of you? Are they gonna believe that preacher who talks bullshit, or are they gonna know you didn’t care if you were going to burn for eternity?

Now, I’m not a religious person. Obviously. But I do know this. When I am damned to hell, it’ll be because I fucking earned it.

CHAPTER ONE

COLE

I look up at the dark, cloudy sky. It’s officially a new year. January first. Some would consider it a chance for a new beginning, but I’m not like most people. The sun set hours ago, but I stayed out here in the heated pool, trying to clear my mind. But like always, it’s a mess. Constantly reminding me of that day. A day that took so much from me ... as if I had it to give.

I didn’t.

I stand at the bar in the kitchen next to my friends Eli and Landen. Maddox, our other friend, stands across from us.

“Go on. Take it,” I taunt Maddox, looking down at the stopwatch on my phone.

He lets out a long breath and throws back the shot.

“Five,” I count, and everyone in the room shouts and applauds him.

“Fuck, man.” He gasps for air. He places his palms on the bar and bows his head. “You wouldn’t think that would be that hard.”

Eli laughs beside me. “You’re such a fucking pussy.”

“Let’s see you do five shots of Crown.”

Eli waves him off like it’s nothing.

“In one minute,” Maddox adds.

Eli rolls up his sleeves. “Line ’em up.”

A raindrop falls on my face, and I roll over onto my stomach and dive to the bottom of the pool. I sit here and just enjoy the silence. Trying to forget. They always come back to me, though. Like ghosts. They haunt me, reminding me I failed them.

I let out a long breath and watch the bubbles float up to the surface. Closing my eyes, I fist my hands, feeling that tightness in my chest at the need for air. I hold out just a little longer.

Something hits my arm, and I open my eyes to see it’s a diving ring. I place my feet on the bottom and shoot up, sucking in a deep breath when I hit the cold night air.

I see my best friend Deke standing by the lounge chair and table. The white umbrella from the table shields him from the rain.

“We’re ready,” he says, placing his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.

I swim over to the side of the pool and climb out. Grabbing the towel off the table, I wrap it around my hips. “Where are the guys?” I ask.

“Meeting us there.”

I nod and run a hand through my spiked hair to knock the water out of it.

Deke looks over at the dark pool. “How is your shoulder?”

“Fine,” I lie. It always hurts, but I’ve learned to live with the pain.

He nods as if he believes me. He doesn’t. “Kellan doesn’t like your plan.”

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Advertisement I Promise You Read online Shantel Tessier (Dare #2) http://www.books2020.com/i-promise-you-2-read-online-shantel-tessier Mon, 05 Feb 2018 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/i-promise-you-2-read-online-shantel-tessier Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Authors: Shantel Tessier Series: Dare Series by Shantel Tessier
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	I Promise You (Dare #2)
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You must have read I Dare You first It was supposed to be a game. I Dare You. We bought her in 'cause I wanted to play with her. Destroy her. But plans change and she got caught in the cross fire. Then I did something far worse. I fell in love with her, but she doesn't know I still have secrets. Ones that could rip us all apart. We're sharks. Raised to hunt and kill. We take what we want without asking. We've never needed permission before, so I'm not about to start now. You think you know everything, but we're about to do what we do best and prove you wrong- I Promise You!
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PROLOGUE

COLE

I’M COLE FUCKING REYNOLDS.

Dark.

Evil.

Fucked up.

A part of me has always been this way. And that part of me will never change. Some would call that too much damage. Others would just say I’m an asshole. I’m not sure which one I really am anymore. But does it matter?

Not one fucking bit.

Have you ever heard someone say that one moment defines a person’s life? If you say no, I’ll know you’re a fucking liar, like so many others out there.

Well, let me tell you this, the people who say there is “one” defining moment are fucking morons. If you believe there is just one, you are a dumbass too. I’ve had two such defining moments in my life. And I’m only eighteen.

I was twelve the first time.

Tears roll down my face while I stand inside the cold and silent room. It’s got a couch on either side that sits three people and a round table in the right corner with a phone on it. That’s it. No bed and no mother. They said they were taking me to the hospital to see her.

“Where is she?” I demand. “I wanna see my mother.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Cole,” Celeste, my mother’s friend suggests, rubbing my back.

I pull away from her. “That isn’t for you to decide.”

“Cole—”

“She’s right.” A man in a white coat interrupts her, entering the room. He shuts the door and comes to a stop before us. “Seeing your mother won’t bring her back.” My heart pounds at his words. “And I don’t think this is how she wants you to remember her.”

“I don’t care what you think.” I spin around, giving him my back to face Celeste again. She can’t be gone. This isn’t happening. I don’t believe it! I don’t believe them! Celeste said she didn’t make it through surgery. “Where is my father?”

“On his way.” She sniffs.

“I want to talk to him. Now!”

She nods quickly. “I’ll call him.” Stepping out of the room, Celeste leaves me and the doctor alone.

I start to pace the small room. My hands fist down by my sides. This isn’t happening. She’s not dead. I shake my head. I just saw her this morning. When she dropped me off at school, she told me she had some errands to run and would pick me up after swim practice. At no point did she say she wouldn’t return. Nor did she say that she would leave me alone with my father. I can’t … I need her.

A hand on my shoulder makes me jump back. Angrily, I lift my hands and wipe the tears from my cheeks when I look up at him. “Don’t touch me!”

He doesn’t seem to be affected by my anger. He probably deals with people like me all the time. “Would you like to see your sister?”

And just like that, my mind races. I thought the baby was dead too. I remember Celeste mentioned something about blood loss. She said there had been an accident … “Is she okay?” My voice shakes. I can’t take any more bad news.

He nods once. “I can show her to you.”

Following him out of the room, I take a quick look around the cold and quiet hospital hall for Celeste but don’t see her anywhere. As we travel farther down the hallway, the soft voices grow louder. We come up to a nurses’ station and then turn right down a new hall. He comes to a stop in front of a window, and I see rows of babies wrapped in blankets lying in little beds.

“Second row. Third from the right,” he informs me as he places his finger to the glass, pointing her out.

She’s screaming. Her little mouth opens, body shaking and face flushed. She’s angry. Just like me. “What’s wrong with her?” I demand.

“Nothing. She’s perfectly fine. Babies cry.”

“She wants Mom,” I choke out. “She needs Mom.” Tears sting my eyes, and I fist my hands on the glass.

“I’m sorry, Cole,” he whispers, placing his hands on my shoulders. “I know it hurts, and it will for a while, but your sister needs you to be strong. For both of you.”

He’s right. Does he know what kind of man my father is? Most know in this town, but none do anything about it. I’m all she has. “What’s her name?” I swallow the lump in my throat.

“She doesn’t have one.”

I turn to look up at him. “Lilly.” The name comes out of my mouth without thought. I know my father won’t care enough to take the time to give her a name. Everything regarding her is up to me now. And I don’t remember my mother ever talking about what she wanted to name her.

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