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Darling Springs Series by Lauren Blakely – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:14:58 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Darling Springs Series by Lauren Blakely – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 I’ve Got a Crush on You (Darling Springs #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely http://www.books2020.com/ive-got-a-crush-on-you-darling-springs-2-read-online-lauren-blakely Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:14:58 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/ive-got-a-crush-on-you-darling-springs-2-read-online-lauren-blakely Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Authors: Lauren Blakely Series: Darling Springs Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 111980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)

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My secret workplace romance starts innocently enough at a birthday party.

But when a rowdy partier knocks me into a lake and a sexy stranger comes to my rescue – my night becomes one to remember.

A night so steamy I almost forget why I’ve sworn off men after a failed workplace romance.

Trouble is, the brand new doggy daycare in Darling Springs that I’ve contracted with is owned by none other than my sexy stranger. Thanks, fate.

Sawyer turns out to be a total grump in a tailored suit, no matter how sunshine-y I am. Even when he squeezes that hard body past me as I bring donuts to work. Or when he pretends he’s not roaming his dark eyes over me as I teach Fido to sit, stay and come.

But I’m focusing on my shiny new future—my dog-training business is suddenly the hottest thing in town, thanks to a new actress client. And when I’m roped into a charity dance number, I smell an opportunity, especially when I learn my hot landlord has an alter ego and a fandom.

Turns out Mr. Serious Boss is up for dance lessons.

Then the entire Dirty Dancing experience.

Giving into our chemistry once won’t hurt. Two might be pushing it. By the seventh, it’s undeniable–I’ve got a crush on him too

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WHAT GOES UP MUST COME DOWN

CHLOE

I can’t believe I’m being fired for a balloon explosion.

I’m making my case one last time to my boss at the event planning agency. “I don’t even like balloons.” But the look Phineas Fitzburger deals me from across his desk is not confidence inspiring. Fitzburger Events has been a bit of a laughingstock since the town square balloon bursting at the annual spring festival went viral.

Turns out there was a big problem—the see-through balloons got a little too excited in the heat, spewing a glittery stream all over the town square. Like burst…condoms.

But even though Phineas wants heads to roll for the embarrassment (and the associated memes about the balloons’, ahem, release), that doesn’t mean I’m to blame for the sparkling of the town square. I certainly didn’t order the monstrosities. I sure as hell know who did though, and I hope, I truly hope, dear daddy can put two and two together soon and realize it equals…his son. My ex.

It’s not that I like this job working for my ex’s father; it’s that my bank account requires my paycheck. I bite my tongue to stop myself from saying, August wanted them. This fiasco was your son’s fault.

Phineas blows out a long sigh. “Here we are with a very unhappy client and a town square full of hot-pink glitter to clean up. This is a mess.”

He shakes his head, and I know what’s coming. Prickles of fear race up my spine. My side hustle as a dog trainer is nowhere near profitable enough for me to live on, even with the celebrity client who hired me recently. One high-profile client does not a business make. I need this event planning job desperately to make ends meet.

Story of my freaking life.

I glance at the glass wall behind me and the silhouette of my ex happily plinking away at his keyboard in a cubicle beyond.

I hate being a tattletale. But desperate times and all.

I hold up my chin high as I go full narc. “August did it. He ordered the see-through balloons from a paintball friend, and they wanted the event to go viral. That was the plan. Fill the balloons and watch them fly high in the air. But the material was super cheap, and it was an unusually hot spring day, so they exploded in the heat,” I blurt out.

Phineas simply shakes his head some more, takes a minute or two, then sighs deeply. “Chloe, I was sure we could set the past behind us with the way you broke my sweet August’s heart once upon a time, but to suggest he’d use my company to pull off a viral stunt? I think it’s best we let you go.”

I grab the edge of his desk to hold on. My world tips upside down. “I didn’t do it, sir. I can show you the version history from the presentation,” I say, going for a Hail Mary to prove my innocence by showing him the receipts, but I hate the tremble in my voice, the way it reveals that a tear is coming. My throat tightens annoyingly and my eyes sting.

Don’t let your enemies see you cry, my mother always says. Unless you’re onstage—then let it all out.

“The version history? Really? I think it’s best we move on. I’ll let HR know you’ll be cleaning out your cube today,” he adds, then offers a sympathetic grin. “But do say hi to Captain. We enjoyed having that handsome boy here from time to time.”

Are you kidding me? “I will not tell my dog you said hi,” I say, then grab my backpack, fling it on my shoulder dramatically, and storm out.

Because really, you should also make a grand exit when you’ve been canned. Leave your mark, my mother says.

I beeline for my cube, snag my dying succulent—because of course I can’t even keep a succulent alive—along with my We Ride at Dawn mug that my BFF Bridget made for me last year, then go. As I pass August, I clench my jaw.

Don’t give him the satisfaction. Really, Chloe, just don’t. Resist the urge to open your mouth.

With a grin worthy of a supervillain, my devil of an ex-husband smiles and waves goodbye. “Bummer it didn’t work out, Chlo-Chlo,” he says.

He has the audacity to use that affectionate nickname on me? The name he gave me during our failed marriage that lasted all of six months. So much for keeping my mouth shut. “Yeah, bet it was a real surprise too,” I snap, then narrow my eyes and whisper, “I know what you did.”

But he leans back in his chair, crosses his arms, and smiles. “You still haven’t gotten over me,” he says.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I can’t believe I took this job against my better judgment a few months ago. I can’t believe I’d thought enough time had passed and that he’d moved on.

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Advertisement It Seemed Like a Good Idea (Darling Springs #1) Read Online Lauren Blakely http://www.books2020.com/it-seemed-like-a-good-idea-darling-springs-1-read-online-lauren-blakely Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:14:52 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/it-seemed-like-a-good-idea-darling-springs-1-read-online-lauren-blakely Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny Authors: Lauren Blakely Series: Darling Springs Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)

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Grumpy meets sunshine in this charming and hilarious forbidden small town romance from #1 New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely!

I really don't need a bodyguard―I run a small-town lavender farm, for bee's sake! But I'm getting one anyway since my identical twin sister just booked the movie role of a lifetime and it's being shot in my hometown. And guess who my new broody, tattooed protector is? None other than the guy I had a one-night stand with last month.

he's the guy with the wicked mouth and heated eyes who ran out on me before the bang without so much as goodbye. And of course he arrives in my tiny hometown where the film is shooting right in the nick of time to save me from the paparazzi at the market. The coffee shop. The dress shop too. I'm trying hard to stay mad after the third time the sexy jerk rescues me.

To top it all off, he's staying in the cottage at my farm. With me. And there's only one bed.
Maybe just one night would relieve all this tension? But one night turns into another, and then into sharing hearts and secrets that are best locked up. Especially since he's leaving and I'm staying, and there's no way we can be more than a summer romance that ends far too soon.

Small town, rom com, grumpy/sunshine, bodyguard, mistaken identity, forbidden romance, only one bed

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ORIGAMI MAN

RIPLEY

“You can’t just leave after dropping news like that on me.”

Seriously. My sister can’t take off yet. Not when I need to make the list of all lists. Hands parked on hips, I stare, slack-jawed, as she zips up her peach suitcase, the color matching her personality.

“You’ve got this, Ripley,” she says breezily as she springs up from the plush carpet, pops the handle of the suitcase some luggage company gave her, and nods to the door, a sign she’s heading off to catch her flight.

I briefly consider flinging myself against the hotel room door and forcing her to stay in this suite till we’ve covered every single detail of the things I’ll have to do in less than thirty days, but when my sister wants something, not even a human shield can stop her.

“But there’s not enough time. Can’t we have more time?” I ask since I’m still flabbergasted at the impossible assignment she wants me to make possible, and I need to process my flabbergast with her.

“Who else but you can take care of things this quickly?” Haven says.

“Quickly?” I know time isn’t Haven’s favorite thing, but quickly is the mother of all euphemisms. She’s asking me to hustle at the speed of a time-lapse video. “I have to get our farm ready to host a film crew in one month? I’m good at doing all the things. Very good, mind you. But I am not that good.”

She stops on the way to the door of the suite she’d booked for this sisters’ getaway weekend and gives me a don’t be ridiculous look. “Yes, you are. This is what you do. All this”—she waves a hand—“kind of stuff.”

“This kind of stuff?” I flick through the memories of, oh, say, my entire life, but nope, not once did I fix up our small-town lavender farm in twenty-eight days for the benefit of a Hollywood film company.

Haven gives me one of those magic smiles that’s impossible to look away from. A smile I can’t even try to mimic when she begs me at get-togethers to do my impression of her—the sweet sister. “You know what I mean,” she says. “Like how you drove me to the audition for that perfume commercial when my car broke down.”

“I didn’t fix your car,” I grumble, remembering that wild day when she said she was so stressed about being late that she was going to pee her pants but at the same time was so excited that she was also going to pee her pants.

Spoiler alert: she did not pee her pants.

But she did get the gig.

She drops her suitcase handle and reaches for my hands. “You fixed me. I wouldn’t be here without you.” She holds my gaze for a weighty beat, and we’re not talking about the car anymore.

Darker memories flash in my mind, and I blink them back. There’s no time for those today—not when I have a farm to whip into shape. The film financing for Someone Else’s Ring—a project she’d been waiting to get the green light on—has officially been finalized. Seems our little farm, more than an hour from the big city, is going to be her co-star, so to speak, as long as I can get her into shape.

“You’re leaving me when I need to figure out this whole thing.”

She squeezes me harder. “You’ll make money on this whole thing, I’m sure. It’ll be exactly what Lavender Bliss Farms needs to show off its rustic charm,” she says, grabbing the handle of her suitcase with a certain finality.

“Oh. It’s definitely rustic. So rustic that I’ll get sued for everything I’m worth if a cameraman’s foot goes through a rotten board.”

“They have, you know, insurance and stuff.”

“Insurance doesn’t prevent you from getting sued. It pays for—” There’s no point in explaining damages. Haven doesn’t need to worry about behind-the-scenes details of running a family flower farm that needs a fork-ton of work.

“It pays for dreams,” Haven says, eyes wide and imploring. “And you know this is a dream come true.”

My hardened heart softens, like it always does for her. “I know. And of course I’ll do it.” We both know I was always going to say yes the second the financing came through. In this case, about, you know, ten minutes ago.

Haven had been biting her nails for weeks, waiting for word on this film, her first big starring role. Someone Else’s Ring, based on the runaway bestseller of the same name, just so happens to be set in a small town, so her agent had pitched the producers on shooting some key scenes on my lavender farm. My little, desperately-in-need-of-a-new-coat-of-paint lavender farm.

But I’ll make it happen. That’s what I do. “Like I can turn you down.”

“Yay! I told my agent a few minutes ago not to worry since you’re the best older sister in the world.”

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