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Lee Savino – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:47 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Lee Savino – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Alpha’s Mate (Bad Boy Bears #2) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.books2020.com/alphas-mate-bad-boy-bears-2-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:47 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/alphas-mate-bad-boy-bears-2-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Bad Boy Bears Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)

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Fate brought my fated mate right to Bad Bear Mountain…and made her untouchable.
F*&% me.
Maisy is human. Too young. Too sweet. Too breakable.
I’m a Bad Bear. Ten years older. And I play rough. I’m an animal–in bed and out.
She walks into my clinic, and my bear growls mine.
But I can’t claim her.
So I take Moon Cure to keep my beast caged. Tell myself I’ll wait.
Then her scheming father tries to sell her future,
F*&% that.
I marry her on the spot—a fake wedding to save her from a real nightmare.
To protect her, I can handle sleeping in the same bed without touching her.
But she’s looking at me like she wants to learn every filthy thing I can teach her.
My control is cracking. The Moon Cure isn’t working anymore.
And this Bad Bear is done pretending he doesn’t want to devour his wife.
She might be innocent. But she’s mine.
And I won’t share

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Chapter One

Matthias

There are worse ways to torture a man than making him a doctor in a small town where his fated mate is off-limits.

I just haven't found one yet.

It’s five thirty-two on a Monday night, and the mayor of Bad Bear Mountain’s blowing up my phone. Daisy’s called six times in the past two hours, probably to pick my brain about the Bad Bear Winterfest.

Fates, I need to avoid her. Not because I don’t want to get pulled into planning a small town festival–although I don’t. But because of Daisy’s delectable granddaughter.

Maisy. My sweet mate.

No, don’t think about her.

On long days like these, it’s hard to keep my thoughts from straying to her. I just did a double shift at the hospital in Santa Fe, and drove home only to swing by here to cover the rest of the nurse practitioner’s shift here at the clinic. I’m not tired; my shifter side has too much stamina for that. I mean, I could sleep. But I really need to go outside. My bear wants some forest time, and keeping him from going feral is a constant pressure.

Sometimes, I think I work all the time just so that when I finally go to sleep, I’m too tired to dream of her.

I run my hand over my face.

The scent of mulled cider and caramel apples wafts through the door, and my bear instantly surges to the surface.

At first, I think I’m imagining it because when I let my mind wander, all I think of is her. Her hair, her scent, her smile, the delicious curves she hides under slightly too-baggy clothes.

But then, I realize…

She’s here.

Fuck.

I can’t stop myself from sucking the scent in through my nostrils, savoring the notes of caramel and cinnamon and delectable young female.

I groan. The smell makes my mouth water. My dick gets hard. My fangs try to punch through my gums, lengthening and ready to sink into something sweet.

Nope.

Not happening.

That can never happen.

I yank open the drawer of my desk where I keep the vials of Moon Cure. It’s a special formulation I came up with to deal with my…unique situation. I rip open a fresh syringe and fill it. I don’t even bother to sanitize the top of the bottle or my skin. I jab it into my biceps and press the plunger down.

The cooling sensation spreads through my arm. Sweet relief, just in time. In a few seconds, it’ll bring a dullness to my senses. Like bringing a curtain up between my rational brain and my desires. My logical self and my feral one.

My bear doesn’t like it, but he understands.

There’s a knock on my office door.

I withdraw the needle as I shove my desk drawer closed, then drop the needle in the trash can. I’ll put it in the biohazard box later. “Yes, Sara?”

Sara opens the door. “Dr. Matthias? We have a walk-in.”

Yes. I’m well aware. And I know exactly who it is.

“The patient hoped to see Nancy, but she just left.”

I stand. “It’s okay. Nancy left early to see her son in the school play. I’m covering her patients ‘til closing.” I straighten my glasses and give her a smile. “Show the patient to room two and let her know I’ll be there in a moment.”

Them. I should’ve said them, not her. I shouldn’t know her gender when all Sara said was patient. I need to get my bear under control because I’m making mistakes.

“Right away, Doctor.” Before Sara leaves, she whips out a cloth and polishes away an invisible speck of something from the doorknob. There’s no dust in the entire clinic–everything is spic and span after the renovation, but it doesn’t stop Sara from buffing doorknobs with a smile. She’s proud of this place.

Residents of Bad Bear Mountain used to have to drive to Santa Fe for all healthcare needs until Bad Bear’s formidable old mayor, Daisy, and I helped found this place. She badgered someone to donate this drafty old house, and I volunteered my hours along with a part-time nurse.

Now the newly renovated clinic is staffed with a full-time manager and nurse practitioner, all made possible by generous donations from Lana Langmeyer and Paloma Castillo, our resident billionaires.

I lean against my desk and draw in a steadying breath as I wait for the Moon Cure to flood my system. My bear sends me a flood of fast-motion images–me rushing into the exam room, throwing my beautiful young patient on the table, and feasting between her legs. Me holding her down and marking her savagely with my teeth. Me shifting to bear form, picking her up, and carrying her off to my den for an undisturbed ravishment.

Not. Happening. I tell him firmly, as I do every time I catch Maisy’s sweet scent.

She’s my greatest torture. My longest trial. Lately I’ve been allowing myself to stop into the cafe to get coffee before the drive to Santa Fe for a morning shift. That’s when my willpower is at peak strength.

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Advertisement Big Bad Bully (Werewolves of Wall Street #5) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.books2020.com/big-bad-bully-werewolves-of-wall-street-5-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Sat, 30 Aug 2025 08:42:31 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/big-bad-bully-werewolves-of-wall-street-5-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
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THE BIG BAD BULLY DOESN’T FALL FOR HIS PREY
Even if she smells like nutmeg, honey and sin.
Even if her chaos and color drips into your black-and-white discipline—and leaves it bleeding.
I was raised in a pack that worshipped bloodlines and power.
Humans were beneath us—soft, fragile, fleeting things.
Fine for entertainment. Never for mating.
Especially not for me, heir to one of the most ruthless alphas in the world.
So when my new alpha chooses a human bride, I grit my teeth and obey.
I’ll plan the wedding. I’ll tolerate their ridiculous customs.
But I won’t fall for her best friend—the loud-mouthed, paint-splattered activist who thinks I’m the villain in her revolution.
She calls me arrogant. Predatory. A corporate machine in designer suits.
She’s not wrong.
And yet, she’s always in my space. In my mind. Under my skin.
She stirs instincts I’ve fought to bury—possessive, primal, ruinous ones.
She thinks I’m the enemy.
But I’m not the danger in this story.
She is.
Because if I take what I want—
If I claim her the way my wolf demands—
I’ll break every rule I was raised to uphold.
And I won’t be sorry

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Chapter One

Aubrey

I hate billionaires.

No, I shouldn’t say that. My best friend is going to be one soon–either through inheritance or marriage. Probably both.

That’s a weirdness I still haven’t adjusted to.

But Madi aside, the entitled stench is everywhere on Wall Street. Especially here, in Sentience Labs, the AI company that has blatantly stolen the creative works of artists, musicians, and authors from around the world.

Which is why I’m going to do something about it. Tonight.

This is my third week camped out on the twenty-eighth floor of the Sentience building. Normally, my murals depict images of social justice and a call for change. Resistance. Freedom. I’m Brooklyn’s Diego Rivera. My Occupy Wall Street mural outside La Résistance, the Bohemian cafe where I work, has been photographed more than any other street art in the city.

I’m the last person anyone would expect to sell out to a corporation like Sentience. Especially one that disenfranchises artists everywhere.

But I threw my name in the hat with a cheesy flower landscape for a good reason.

An exceptional one.

The song “Karma Chameleon” pops up on the 80’s dance playlist piping through my earbuds, and I smirk to myself.

That’s right, Sentience. Karma is a fucking bitch.

“You staying late again?” The security guy stops behind my ladder to observe. He’s taken an unfortunate interest in me and my work. Maybe because he likes my art. Or maybe because he can sense I’m different from the soulless sharks that circle these waters. I’m life and color to the rest of the building’s hollow monotone.

Under ordinary circumstances, I might flirt. He’s six feet tall and gorgeous, with medium brown skin and a sexy Jamaican accent. Totally my type. But I’m trying to be forgettable. Especially tonight.

Move along, buddy. These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.

“Yeah. Just a few final touches,” I lie, flicking my wrist in quick, deft brushstrokes along one poppy. The truth is, I finished the mural two hours ago, and now I’m biding my time. I purposely don’t turn around or give him my attention, so he’ll move on.

He stays a few minutes longer then finally strolls away. I wait until I hear the elevator ding and move away before I turn off my music and pop an earbud out to listen.

All quiet.

To be sure, I take a trip to the bathroom to wash up, checking the lights under every door.

It’s eight at night. These execs usually leave by six, but I need to be sure.

I palm the keycard Jamie, our informant, gave me. She got fired two months ago after printing a copy of an email sent by an exec telling her that her concerns about the legitimacy of the data they were mining were unfounded.

Turns out, the creepers here are so Big Brother, they tracked that one “send to print,” and she had security guards at her office removing her–minus the printed email–before the end of the day. She showed up at the legal aid clinic, and Jan–my activist lawyer friend and the wife of the owner of La Résistance–took her case.

Since I was already plotting with Jan and her wife, Caroline, about how to bring Sentience down, she connected me with Jamie.

Now I just need to get my hands on those same kinds of emails and, hopefully, find the cache of pirated artists’ works, so Jan can file a lawsuit against them. Or maybe, we’ll bring the information to the New York Times and expose the hell out of these fuckers.

I use the stairs of the fire escape to get down to the tenth floor, where much of the data mining takes place. Jamie’s key card still works on that door, as she told me it would. My heart pounds as I slip through the door.

The lights are off, and it’s dark. Jamie told me there are no cameras on this floor because they don’t want any recordings of what they actually do here. I follow the map I memorized to get to Jamie’s old office. They’ve hired someone new to take her place, but Jamie had a spare key from when she lost her keys and then found them again. A very happy accident in this case.

I slide the key into the lock and turn it. I may be bold when it comes to civil protests, sit-ins, and the exercise of my free speech rights, but this is breaking the law. Tonight, I’m turning the corner into breaking and entering and outright stealing corporate documents. Jan would not approve, but if I don’t do this, Sentience will continue to steal from me and all the other artists, authors, and creatives they are putting out of business. Jamie tried to do something about it and was fired.

I can take this risk.

I slip inside the office without turning on a light. From the front pocket of my paint-splattered overalls, I pull the external drive I brought.

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Advertisement Alpha’s Claim (Bad Boy Bears #1) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.books2020.com/alphas-claim-bad-boy-bears-1-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Thu, 21 Nov 2024 13:36:37 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/alphas-claim-bad-boy-bears-1-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Suspense, Virgin Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Bad Boy Bears Series by Renee Rose
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My bear is wild. Totally uncivilized. Savage.
I’m not the nice bear. That’s my twin, Teddy.
I keep my bear caged.
Until I meet Paloma and my bear goes wild.
She’s beautiful and talented, but something’s rotten in this mansion in the Hamptons.
Her foster father keeps her locked in a tower, surrounded by guards.
There are whispers of an auction–a virgin auction.
My bear’s about to break free and go on a rampage.
But I can’t let him out.
Even if I can save Paloma, I can never claim her.
Not even when she smells like wild orchids,
Not even when she feels like freedom,
Not when she is my future, and my fated mate.

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Chapter One

Paloma

The moment the deadbolt to my bedroom door clicks into place, I dash for the closet.

Black clothes, so I won’t be seen against the building at night. Flexible toe socks, so my toes can grip the rough-hewn stone of the mansion.

I quickly strip out of my “work” dress and into my escape gear.

I have an estimated three to eight minutes until they figure out how to get power back up, and in that time, I need to be out to the balcony, down the wall, and into the ocean where the security cameras won’t pick me up, and thermoscans won’t see my heat signature.

“You got this, you got this, you got this,” I whisper-chant to myself as my trembling fingers draw the lock-picking tools out of the pouch. I’d stowed them in the pocket of these black yoga pants weeks ago after I caught the gardener’s thirteen-year-old son picking a lock to the garage during one of my rare unguarded moments in the garden. Thom had sent me out for a walk after telling me I was overweight and needed more exercise. I’d been thrilled to be allowed outside.

The boy told me he hadn’t meant any harm and was just practicing his lock-picking skills. He’d shown me the instruction book and tool kit he ordered online. I said I would keep it between us, but I had to confiscate his instruction book and tools. Mean of me but necessary. I’ll leave them in the flowerbed below my window. Maybe he’ll find them someday.

I drop to my knees in front of the French doors to the balcony.

Slipping the slender tension wrench into the lock, I apply pressure to its plug. Then I slide in the pin. I close my eyes to concentrate. I’ve practiced this at least a hundred times. I already know how to find and set each pin, one at a time, until the lock fully disengages. With a little more pressure on the tension wrench, I turn the plug.

Click.

This is as far as I’ve ever gotten. I couldn’t open the doors before because the electronic monitor at the top would notify Thom’s security team that a door had been breached. Now, with the power cut to the property, I have a moment.

I let out an exhale, stow the tools in my pocket, and use both hands to pull the doors open.

They don’t budge.

I scan the door frame. Did I miss something? A second lock? A physical bar or barrier? I don’t see anything.

“Come on,” I growl in an undertone. I pull harder.

It’s not moving.

“Juepucha,” I mutter. “Come on, you bitch.” I yank with all my strength. The doors fly open, and a gust of ocean breeze fills the room, making the curtains flap.

Yes!

My days as the girl in the tower are over. I slip out and silently shut the doors behind me.

You’ve heard the stories about girls in towers, right? Some of them are supposedly fair maidens. Some are princesses. Some have long hair that princes use as a climbing rope to save them.

Me? I guess I’m a mage of sorts. I can see the future of a company just by looking at its numbers.

Hence, my usefulness as a day trader.

I am also technically a maiden if that means virgin. The jury’s out on the fair part. Does that mean good-looking or pale-skinned? I was never sure. Whatever. I’m Latinx, so I identify as BIPOC if anyone is wondering. And I’m not a size four. Not even close.

I throw a leg over the carved marble railing that brackets the balcony to straddle it, then the other, balancing my weight on the one-inch ledge that rims the outside.

Don’t look down, I whisper.

My particular fairytale lacks the trellis for me to climb down, but metal wires run horizontally along the building to support the ivy. I lean out, wrap my toes around one of them, and test it with my weight. It holds.

Holding my breath, I transfer one hand to another wire. It cuts into my hands but serves. I leave the safety of the ledge and feel with my free foot for a wire below. It’s farther than I expect, but I eventually catch it. Then I realize some of the ivy boughs might be thick enough to hold me.

That works better. I scale down, seeking the wires with my feet but sliding my hands along the thicker ivy cords. I’m three floors up, a distance that feels far higher and longer to scale now that I’m doing it. And I’ve already wasted too much time.

The lights could come back on any second now.

The branch I’m holding is too thin, and it breaks. I plunge downward, my fingers grasping for something else to hold and finally catching. My skin tears, and my fingers burn, but I barely notice. All my focus is on getting down.

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Advertisement A Very Merry Alpha Solstice (Shifter Ops #7) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.books2020.com/a-very-merry-alpha-solstice-shifter-ops-7-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Thu, 21 Nov 2024 13:35:46 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-very-merry-alpha-solstice-shifter-ops-7-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Lee Savino
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It's December, and Declan, Parker and Laurie, a.k.a. The Shifter Stooges, aren't feeling very festive. But when a call comes from Lucius the Vampire King, they are sent on a merry adventure. They • Complete the mission• Fall in Love• Find their holiday spirit• Claim their mates• Save the day!And do it all in their own funky, weird way.

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Chapter One

Parker

My day starts as all my days start. With violence.

“I’m gonna stuff ya and cook ya like a Christmas goose,” comes the shout from the kitchen. Whoever said an Irish brogue is soothing to the ear never met Declan.

I raise my hat and blink at the living room filled with bright Tucson light.

An explosion of white feathers precedes Laurie bursting through the door to the kitchen. The tall, lanky shifter crosses the room in two bounds, finding shelter behind the worn armchair I’ve been sleeping in every night.

“What now?” I groan.

Declan stalks out holding a frying pan filled with charred contents. “He burned the bacon. Again.”

The smell is enough to clue me in to what happened. Like the inside of a dumpster fire. I crane my head to look at Laurie, who’s doing a bad job of cowering behind my chair, seeing as he’s twice as tall as it. “Just cook it in the oven next time. Lay it out on a sheet pan and cook it at–”

“Sacrilege!” Declan shouts. “If my ma found out we were baking bacon like a bloody shortbread–”

“There’s t-t-t-urkey–” Laurie holds up a pack of turkey bacon, but Declan’s growl cuts him off. The frying pan Declan was holding hits the linoleum with a clunk, and then a big black dog sails over me to attack Laurie. There’s a scuffle behind me, complete with shouts and kicks to the back of my chair.

I'd join in, but I’m too tired. I let my head rest on the back of the worn upholstery while Laurie dashes in a circle around me with Declan the dog chasing him. Not unlike roadrunner and coyote, if roadrunner was an owl shifter shedding white feathers and coyote was an Irish wolfhound crossed with mangy mutt.

It ends when Declan the dog snatches the turkey bacon out of Laurie’s hands. He bounds back to the kitchen door, shifts into man form–still holding the plastic-wrapped turkey bacon in his teeth. Naked, he walks to the trash can and drops the package in. “I’ll nae let that abomination in me home. What do I look like, a vegetarian?”

“Eating turkey doesn’t make you a vegetarian.” I hold up my hat to block the sight of Declan’s naked body. “Now put some clothes on. You’ll give me indigestion.”

Declan grabs the frying pan and holds it over his bare dick. “Did you sleep out here?” he asks, his scowl deeper than usual. If it were anyone else, I’d read that as concern.

“Yes.” Mostly, I didn’t sleep. But it’s better than the alternative–thrashing around in the sheets, strangled by bad dreams.

“We need more bacon,” Declan says.

“We need money to buy it,” I shoot back. “And guess who bet all of ours on Caleb’s fight?”

Declan grins. “‘Twas a grand fight.”

“That was the fight to defend the shifter fight club. It wasn’t the actual fight. Caleb’s fight had to be rescheduled. And in the meantime, all our money’s tied up.” I settle my hat back on my head. The weight usually helps me think, but today it makes me want to go back to sleep.

A shadow falls over me as Laurie steps to my side, blocking out the sun. “W-w-we could get j-j-jobs.”

“We already tried that.” The stint with Declan and Laurie dressed as giant sandwiches, roaming the median and shouting at passersby to advertise a local restaurant gave me a three day migraine.

I can still feel an echo of the pain in the back of my head. Or maybe that’s the lack of sleep combined with the noise Declan’s making in the kitchen, banging pots and pans.

“M-m-may b-b-be…” Laurie tries to say and falls silent.

His stutter is getting worse. My dreams are getting worse. Declan’s mostly the same, which is to say he’s nuttier than a peanut butter factory.

“Ya know what we need?” Declan’s back, naked except for a frilly yellow apron. He holds a mixing bowl in the crook of one elbow and points a whisk dripping with yellow yolk at me. “Some Christmas cheer.”

“That’s the last thing we need. Do you even celebrate Christmas?” A lot of shifters don’t do Christian holidays on account of the early church hunting our ancestors as demons.

“Do I?” Declan does a double take that makes his apron flutter dangerously. He drops the whisk in the bowl and crosses himself. “Me ma’d kill me if she heard ya doubting her good Christian boy.”

“There’s s-s-solstice,” Laurie says helpfully. He’s found his glasses. The coke-bottle lenses make his big, round eyes even bigger.

“Or Hanukkah. Or Kwanza. Even Diwali. All holidays dedicated to joy and light. Whose idea was it to say, at this dark and depressing time of year, we should all be joyful?” Nothing’s worse than being depressed and surrounded by people faking happiness. “Just let us be depressed.”

“That’s it.” Declan tosses the bowl onto the counter, sending the contents slopping down the cabinets. “I’m getting a tree.” He turns and gives us a full moon. Laurie and I groan. I pull down the brim of my hat over my eyes.

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Advertisement Big Bad Boss – Mated (Werewolves of Wall Street #4) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.books2020.com/big-bad-boss-mated-werewolves-of-wall-street-4-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:32:20 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/big-bad-boss-mated-werewolves-of-wall-street-4-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Lee Savino
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Rule #4 of Wall Keep your enemies close
The Vampire King wasn't on the invite list for our engagement party, but that won't stop him from demanding his due.
He insists Madi and I make an appearance at his club.
He wants a performance where we're the players.
I would refuse--war be damned, but my bride is intrigued.
And what she wants, she gets.

Mated is a bonus story from the completed Big Bad Boss trilogy featuring a billionaire boss-hole wolf shifter and his freakishly smart assistant.

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Chapter One

Madi

My breasts flatten against the floor-to-ceiling windowpane in my office where I’m pinned by over two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle. Brick’s hand is between my legs, my skirt rucked up to my waist. I’m wearing thigh-highs, and his fingers are under the gusset of my panties, penetrating me.

“Brick!” I gasp.

“Not yet,” my former Big Bad Boss growls in my ear. “You don’t get to come until I come, Ms. Evans.” With his free hand, he slaps my ass. “I’ve been blue-balled all” –he spanks me again, “day” –his fingers arc inside me– “long” –he bites my neck– “thinking about you.”

If he keeps it up, I will come on the next thrust. “I fail…to see how that’s my fault.” My tone doesn’t match my words. It’s husky, and I’m out of breath.

“Sassy, I see.” Brick’s lips are right behind my ear. His warm breath feathers across my skin. He yanks down my panties. “I’m going to take care of my rather pressing need” –he allows me to feel the part of his anatomy he wants to press into me– “and then I’m going to consider what form of punishment your daily reprimand will take.” I hear the rustle of his pants and the sound of his zipper. “Now spread those legs, Ms. Evans.”

It’s a little hard with my panties around my thighs, so I shimmy my hips to drop them around my stilettos.

It doesn’t matter. Brick’s already losing control. He’s beyond noticing whether I complied with his order. He pulls my hips back to meet his thrust, impaling me in one swift motion.

I gasp. As always, it’s too rough, but perfectly delicious. I love how feral Brick gets, how desperate and dommy he becomes by the end of every day. I love knowing he needs to be inside me so badly he can’t wait until we get home. That he has to lock my office door, shove everything off my desk, and put his mouth between my legs before he can even think about driving me back to our penthouse.

Tonight is no exception. I had to stay late to prepare for a meeting with our French subsidiary tomorrow, so it’s 7:30 now. No one is left on the top floor where Eleanor and I run things.

Which is a good thing because if anyone were around, they would hear just how loudly Brick makes me scream when he’s this wound up.

He braces one hand against the windowpane beside my face and uses the other to hold my hips in place as he pounds into me. “I said, spread those legs, Ms. Evans.”

I guess he did notice.

I widen my stance, which makes my pelvis tip back more. Brick’s cock plunges in deeper, bottoming out against my G-spot.

“Brick!” I gasp.

“Don’t, Brick me, Madison Evans. I know you want to come. But what did I tell you?”

“I have…to wait,” I gasp. I’m already losing the ability to form sentences.

“That’s right.” He slams in harder.

“Oh God,” I moan.

“Take it, little human.”

“I…I can’t,” I sob. Of course, I can. I am. And it’s so good. But I’m getting desperate to come.

“If I’m too rough, it’s because my wolf wants something from you.”

My brain is really not computing. I don’t have any idea what Brick means.

But maybe it’s Brick who isn’t making sense because his thrusts grow wilder. He loses his rhythm and his breath.

The hand holding my hips in place shifts to the front.

Knowing what’s coming, the quakes begin in my legs. Pleasure blooms in my core.

“Do you know what he wants, Madison?” Brick’s fingers hover right above my clit. He taps it once. “He wants…”

Brick loses concentration. He sucks in a harsh breath and holds it. “Now,” he commands, plunging deep as he comes. He finally touches my clit, and I cry out, my orgasm full and powerful. My internal muscles pull Brick’s cock deeper.

Brick keeps rubbing my clit, wringing shiver after shiver from me, making my orgasm last longer than I would’ve thought humanly possible.

When it’s over, I can’t even stand. I sag back into Brick’s arms, and he scoops me up and carries me to my desk, where he sits in my chair with me cradled in his lap.

“He wants pups, Madi. My wolf wants pups.”

Brick

Madi’s dazed look sharpens on my face. “What?”

Fuck. I didn’t mean to bring up the pups thing. We already talked about it. She just started a new job running the largest cosmetics company in the world. The one she will likely inherit. She’s not ready to start a family.

I shake my head. “Just sex-talk, Windows. I didn’t mean it.”

She blinks. “But is it true? Your wolf wants to breed me?”

I scrub a hand over my face. “I don’t know if I’d put it that way.”

“Your wolf always seems to have new demands of me, doesn’t he? Please tell me you’re not going to go moon mad if I don’t get pregnant in the next six months.”

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Advertisement Big Bad Boss – Marked (Werewolves of Wall Street #3) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.books2020.com/big-bad-boss-marked-werewolves-of-wall-street-3-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Sat, 22 Jun 2024 18:37:50 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/big-bad-boss-marked-werewolves-of-wall-street-3-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)

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RULE #3 OF WALL NEVER BACK DOWN

No one can know I've claimed the human as my mate.

The enemies are at the gates–one wrong move and I’ll lose it all. My world will never be safe for her.

If my pack finds out that I’ve mated a human, they’ll revolt. The fractures will grow deeper than ever and we'll be picked apart one by one.

The lives of everyone I love hang in the balance.

Madison may bear my mark, but she isn’t content to remain my dirty little secret.

Now I must choose–love or my pack.

Either way, one will die.

Marked is book three in the Big Bad Boss trilogy. The books must be read in order. It features a billionaire boss-hole wolf shifter and his freakishly smart assistant.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Prologue

The Blackthroat king has a new weakness. She will destroy everything he desires.

–The Adalwulf Seeress

Aster

I gaze out the window at the crystalline lake. The Adalwulf mansion sits nestled at the foot of a mountain, in the crook of an old-growth pine forest. To most, this beautiful behemoth of a building is a historic wonder set in an evergreen paradise.

To me, it’s a prison.

Behind me, Oma sits bent in her chair, her eyes fixed on the crackling fire.

“Snow’s coming tonight,” she croaks.

Great. Snow is just what this giant, echo-y mansion needs. By this time tomorrow morning, this whole place will turn into a setting for The Shining.

Naw, Stephen King would think this place is too creepy. If I listen closely, I can hear the furious howls of the Adalwulf ancestors echoing off the mountains. Even someone not prone to visions would pick up on the creepy vibe.

I sense my soon-to-be Alpha’s approach before I hear his thundering footfalls on the ancient wood floors. Not even the priceless rugs can dampen Aiden’s stomps. The Adalwulf prince can move as soundlessly as a wolf when he wants to. He doesn’t want to today.

Something’s pissed him off.

Oma tilts her head, and I rise and open the door before Aiden can batter it down. “Welcome, Aiden.” I greet him with my eyes fixed on the floor. I've learned not to look the dominant wolf in the eye. I know the consequences of standing up to an alpha.

Whether or not my second cousin will be as cruel an alpha as my uncle remains to be seen.

Aiden sweeps by me without acknowledging my presence and heads to the window to overlook the lake, surveying the territory that will soon be his.

“He’s plotting something,” Aiden mutters to the glass, “I know he is.”

I don’t have to ask who Aiden is talking about. Brick Blackthroat is his nemesis. Our family, the Adalwulfs, struck a blow to the Blackthroat family business years ago. But Brick has defied the odds and built back everything they lost. And more.

I’d admire it if thinking well of a Blackthroat wasn’t treason here.

“How is my grandnephew?” Oma asks.

Aiden turns. “Father is doing well this morning.”

We can all hear the lie in his voice. But we don’t comment on it. When Odin dies, Aiden will lose his father, and we will lose our alpha. The driving force behind our pack.

“I need a vision,” Aiden says.

Oma cackles, showing her sharp incisors. “If only, great-grandnephew. Visions don’t come at my beck and call.”

“Insight, then.” Aiden paces in front of the window.

“I have seen nothing, but perhaps Aster can help you,” Oma says. Throwing me to the wolves as I knew she would. “She’s been having visions of the Blackthroat pack.”

Aiden turns the full force of his silver gaze on me. “Is this true?”

I swallow and take my place in the center of the carpet, head bowed. Aiden’s alpha presence is a power that thickens the air, making it hard for me to breathe.

“Yes, Aiden,” I murmur. “I’ve had a few dreams. A few blurred images and impressions. Not much.”

“Tell me.” His voice echoes with power. The command hooks into my belly, and the vision vomits forth.

“I’ve seen the Blackthroat alpha. He’s standing tall and proud, a captain at the helm of his ship.” I swallow, waiting for Aiden to start raging. Odin doesn’t believe in the phrase “don’t shoot the messenger.” The alpha wouldn’t hurt Oma, but I often wind up confined to my room with nothing but bread and water for weeks as punishment for the visions not showing me what Odin wanted to see.

Aiden is calmer than his father. Colder. He’s a patient hunter, standing perfectly still until his prey feels safe coming near. But once your guard is down, he rips out your throat.

“His pack is crumbling around him. Even his second in command stands to oppose him.”

“Do you know why?” Aiden sounds smug. He knows something.

I screw my eyes shut. Washed-out images appear in my mind’s eye, too fuzzy for me to see any details. I sense the powerful energy surrounding Brick Blackthroat and the top wolves in his pack. “There’s a change coming to his inner circle.” I tilt my head. There’s a light in the corner of my vision, a bright glow. It pulses, growing stronger. “A newcomer.” My voice takes on a new urgency. “Someone unexpected. Someone who will upset the balance of the pack–forever.”

My head buzzes as I let the images fade.

Oma sits back in her cozy armchair, a satisfied smile on her wrinkled face. “It’s as I foretold. The Blackthroat has a weakness. A female.”

“A mate?” Aiden’s eyes flash brighter.

“I believe so,” Oma says.

“Anything else you can tell me?”

“She’s not from the Blackthroat pack,” I offer.

“Are you sure?” Aiden snaps.

I touch my head where a throbbing pain has blossomed, filling my eye socket. “I’m sure.”

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Advertisement Big Bad Boss – Moon Mad (Werewolves of Wall Street #2) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.books2020.com/big-bad-boss-moon-mad-werewolves-of-wall-street-2-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Sat, 11 May 2024 14:57:28 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/big-bad-boss-moon-mad-werewolves-of-wall-street-2-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
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Rule #2 of Wall Never show weakness
An alpha must protect his pack. Weakness isn’t an option.
Neither is the beautiful human who turned my world upside down.
But she is my obsession, I won't let her go.
I’m feral with the need to possess her. To consume her.
Mating a human would destroy everything I've fought
My business, my pack, my family.
But I can't resist this forbidden attraction.
And if I don't claim her soon, I'll succumb to moon madness--
a fate worse than death.

Moon Mad is book two in the Big Bad Boss trilogy. The books must be read in order. It features a billionaire boss-hole wolf shifter and his freakishly smart assistant.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter One

Madi

I trek through the woods, fresh snow crunching under my feet. The sun shines, refracting on the snow to make a billion tiny diamonds. I’m having a Dr. Zhivago moment, stunned by the beauty of the ice and nature-made snow sculptures all around me. I stop to investigate an icicle hanging from a tree, but a low growl makes me freeze.

I whirl to find I’m surrounded by a half-dozen giant wolves–snarling, angry, probably hungry wolves.

They advance on me slowly, their big paws sinking into the snow with each step. The largest one–the tan one with a black streak running from chin to chest leaps at me, and I scream–

I kick off the bedcovers.

A strong arm bands around me. “Hey,” a deep familiar voice reaches me, and the forest fades to a bedroom.

I jerk awake with a gasp.

“You okay?” Brick spoons me, his large body molded around mine.

“Oh my God.” I sit up, shoving my hair from my face. We’re in the guest room in the Berkshires. I can’t tell what time it is. “I dreamt wolves were chasing me in a snowstorm.”

Brick sits up, too, and I tug the sheet up to my armpits, suddenly aware I’m naked in a bed with my billionaire boss.

“Come here.” He hauls me into his lap, cradled sideways, my shoulders leaning back against one of his arms, my knees across his lap.

I’m shocked he wants to cuddle. Is this still a dream? I can’t seem to orient myself.

He tugs down the sheet and cups one of my breasts, like my body belongs to him. “I’m sorry about the wolves. And the blizzard. And for driving you out into it.”

I lift my brows. “Wow. Another apology? That’s two trophies I’m having made.”

He brushes a thumb across one of my nipples, and I relax into him at the sensual touch.

“Has anyone ever been attacked by wolves on your property before?”

“No. They don’t attack humans.”

“Oh, they were going to attack me.” The memory of the wolves surrounding me comes back, only now it’s muddled by the dream. Which one was real? I’m not usually so confused.

“Tell me what happened.” Brick is still toying with my nipple. There’s a familiarity between us like we’re long-time lovers.

“I was out in the blizzard. I thought I heard you calling me, so I tried to yell back, but my voice was giving out. I found a branch to bang against a tree to make noise.”

“That was good thinking.”

“Then suddenly, there were six wolves surrounding me, howling. One of them even came at me.”

Brick seems to stiffen. Finally he’s actually giving my experience some credence. “Came at you, how?”

“It came right up to me and almost sat on my foot.”

He relaxes. “That doesn’t sound aggressive, Windows. Was it showing you fangs? Growling?”

“Well, no.”

“What did it look like?”

“It was huge. Tan with black markings. It had a streak of black that ran from chin to chest.” I draw a line down my throat to show him.

Brick relaxes some more. “A female?”

“I don’t know. Are you familiar with these wolves?”

“Oh, I know them. That pack has been in these woods longer than any human.”

“And no one’s ever been eaten?”

“Never.” He sounds amused. Like me being afraid of wolves is a cute quirk of mine and not a legit danger. “It sounds to me like the wolf was trying to comfort you. Have you ever had a dog come and sit against your leg? It’s a sign of solidarity.”

I wrinkle my brow and give him a quick glance. “I don’t think so.” Now I’m not so sure. Was the wolf really going to attack me? Maybe I was confused.

Brick pinches my nipple and flips me onto my back. I’m instantly wet. Totally ready. “You don’t have to be afraid of the big, bad wolf.” He straddles my waist and pins my wrists to the bed as he nips the soft side of my breast.

I gasp and arch into him. “Just the Big, Bad Boss?”

“Definitely him.” He swirls his tongue around my nipple.

I grip his head, running my fingers through his hair. “Am I still in trouble?”

“So much.” His voice is gravelly with lust. “I’m going to fuck you into submission, Windows.”

I arch. “Won’t happen,” I choke, but my hips roll beneath him, seeking firm contact.

“The submission or the fucking?”

I spread my legs, and our hips line up. “Submission.”

I wake up on the edge of an orgasm. This time there’s no confusion. I’m not in bed with Brick Blackthroat in the Berkshires because I left there Thanksgiving night.

I’m horny, alone, and in my childhood bedroom at my mom’s place.

Apparently the dream within a dream was my subconscious working overtime to process what happened over Thanksgiving.

I’m sure part of the problem was the way I left.

After Thanksgiving dinner, I was expecting–or maybe just hoping for–another round with the Big Bad Boss. Instead, he disappeared outside with his buddies, and then Billy showed up to tell me that the weather had cleared, and John had readied the helicopter.

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Advertisement Big Bad Boss – Midnight (Werewolves of Wall Street #1) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.books2020.com/big-bad-boss-midnight-werewolves-of-wall-street-1-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Fri, 15 Mar 2024 06:57:40 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/big-bad-boss-midnight-werewolves-of-wall-street-1-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)

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RULE #1 OF WALL STREET: DON'T FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR BILLIONAIRE BOSS.

I hate my new assistant.
I’ve hated them all, but this is a different kind of hate. Her presence is torture.
She’s whip-smart, overly-capable, the only employee of mine who dares talk back.
And the little human smells like temptation. The worst kind.
She dresses to kill, and I’m in danger of dying.
One of these days, she’s going to push me too far.
And she’s completely unprepared for what happens
when you unleash an alpha wolf on his quarry.

I hate my boss.
The Wall Street tycoon is a jerk. A world-class alpha-hole.
Devastatingly handsome but terribly flawed. He goes through assistants like I go through vanilla lattes, and I need this job. But I went to school with bullies like him, so I’m not afraid.
I hate my attraction to him. How sparks fly when we spar.
The way he barks orders and dresses me down.
I hate how I fantasize about him during and after work hours.
He’s danger wrapped up in power,
and he’s getting harder and harder to resist.

Midnight is book one in the Big Bad Boss trilogy. It features a billionaire boss-hole wolf shifter and his freakishly smart assistant.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Prologue

Madi

Harvard wants me. Yale accepted me. Even my alma mater, Princeton, says they’ll have me back for graduate studies. I should be wrenching my shoulder to pat myself on the back.

I don’t know why I can’t get excited about any of it.

“You’re telling me you’re not sure you’re going to accept one of these offers?” Aubrey, my best friend, picks up the letter I just opened from Harvard and rattles it underneath my nose. We’re in the kitchen at my mom’s Jersey apartment where we pretty much grew up together. Latchkey apartment kids are as tight as family.

“I should,” I groan. “I know I should want this, but I just… don’t. I’m burnt out. I’m done with believing the lie that if I just keep my head down and study hard, I’ll eventually fit in with the one percent.”

“I think the minute you got that degree from Princeton, you became the one percent.”

I spread my hands around my mom’s small apartment, the one I had to move back into after I graduated last week. “Yep, living the dream, baby.”

“This must be another scholarship offer.” Aubrey tears open another envelope.

I glance at the envelope. “No, that’s Brayden’s.” My stomach tightens on behalf of my younger half-brother. He wasn’t able to attend a prep school like I did, which means he didn’t get into any Ivy League. He was accepted to NYU, but their financial aid package sucks, so he’s hoping for this scholarship.

“Oops. Well, it’s open now. Should we look?” Aubrey unfolds the letter without waiting for my reply. “Oh, damn.”

“What is it?” I snatch it from her to scan.

He didn’t get it. This was his last hope.

“Fuck.” I throw the letter down. I hate this. I hate that I had opportunities Brayden didn’t. I hate that he thinks he’s not as smart or not as capable as I am.

“Are you calling Brayden?” Aubrey asks when I whip out my cell phone.

“No. I’m calling my mom. I don’t want her to be disappointed in front of Brayden. He doesn’t need that added to his disappointment.”

My mom is an English teacher at the prep school I attended, and she’s teaching right now so I leave a message. “Hi, Mom. Brayden didn’t get the scholarship. I just wanted to give you a heads’ up so you can downplay it when he finds out. And…don’t worry. We will figure out a way for Brayden to go.” I glance at Aubrey as I realize I have the solution. “Give me a week. I’ll get his tuition figured out.”

When I end the call, Aubrey raises her brows. “How are you going to come up with that kind of money in a week?”

I square my shoulders. “I figure I need to make about ten thousand a month to cover his expenses. That’s doable.”

“How?”

“I’ll get a job.”

“No duh, Captain Obvious. I meant what sort of job? You have a sociology degree. I thought you wanted to be a social worker.”

“I still can be, once Brayden’s graduated.” I gnaw my lip. “Right now the only job that will pay me enough will be on…” I pause to prepare for Aubrey’s reaction. And also because I feel a bit queasy just saying it. “Wall Street.”

I fully expect her to pluck a brown banana from the fruit basket and lob it at me, but Aubrey props a hip against the kitchen island and nods slowly. “You could definitely get some kind of a job on Wall Street with your degree and contacts.”

“Would you still be my friend?”

She flashes a grin. “Actually, I’m all for it. I can definitely see this working out.” Her brown eyes sparkle with that wicked intensity that tells me she has another wild idea. Like the time she convinced me to dress up and go nightclubbing with fake IDs at age thirteen. Or ditch prep school to take a Greyhound to D.C. to protest the newly-elected president.

My brow furrows, trying to decipher the direction she’s headed with this. Aubrey is not the type to advise me to go climb a Wall Street ladder. I mean, this is the girl who dragged me to Occupy Wall Street protests way back in middle school. She wears t-shirts that say Eat the Rich and dreams of owning a tiny house in Vermont.

She’s my non-Ivy League friend who has a nose ring, paints murals, and works in a coffee shop as she finishes her degree in Women’s Studies at City College.

“Really?”

“Yes! Listen. This could be perfect. You should do this. You can quietly use it as your sociology research. Just think of the insight you could gather on the one percent. Or the book you could write! You’re exactly the kind of person who could topple empires. Exact true social change.”

I narrow my eyes. “How would my working on Wall Street exact true social change?”

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