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Meant To Be Series by Dani Wyatt – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sat, 30 Jul 2022 10:42:37 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Meant To Be Series by Dani Wyatt – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Three Strikes (Meant to Be #3) Read Online Dani Wyatt http://www.books2020.com/three-strikes-meant-to-be-3-read-online-dani-wyatt Sat, 30 Jul 2022 10:04:20 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/three-strikes-meant-to-be-3-read-online-dani-wyatt Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Romance, Sports, Suspense, Virgin Authors: Dani Wyatt Series: Meant To Be Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Three Strikes (Meant to Be #3)
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I’m on a heater in an all-night penthouse poker game when the host throws me a curve ball. One hand, all in, and if I lose? Not only do I give up the pile of winnings in front of me, I have to play in his daughter’s charity softball game the next day. She needs a ringer and apparently, that’s me. No way am I losing this hand. I’m not into charity anything. And kids? Outside of my nieces and nephews, I have zero interest. But, when a blonde bombshell with ivory skin and lips to die for walks in, tosses me a look, then walks back out without a word, she throws me way off my usual game. Still, I’m a man of my word, so I show up at the field the next day, and who do I find? It’s the stunning sweet cheeks from the night before standing on the pitcher’s mound staring me down. She’s got zero interest in playing any games with me besides softball but I’m pulling out all the stops. She’s got me swinging for the fences. Only, her father has other ideas on who she’s going to spend the rest of her life with and it’s not me. Too bad. My future father-in-law is about to strike out and I’m hitting a home run. With his daughter. Author’s Note: It’s root, root, root (wink, wink) for the home team when this hero who dances on the line between upstanding citizen and unsavory lawbreaker gets his first hit of his one and only. Her father has other ideas, but it’s summer insta-love with scorching temps, no cheating, and a hard-headed heroine who makes this hero go nine-innings for the win. Cyrus' story! Tor & Sophia's brother... Get in on the third book in the MEANT TO BE series! This is Cyrus's story, Tor’s and Sophia's brother from TWO WRONGS and ONE CHANCE! These are short, sultry, summer treats. Enjoy!
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CHAPTER 1

Cyrus

I never believed there was some great tipping point in life where you find your center. Where you start to feel content.

It’s more a long series of bumpy roads that eventually wear out your emotional shock absorbers.

That’s what I believed down into my soul until last night, when I saw the angel that has me questioning whether maybe I’ve had it wrong all along.

Whether maybe… Just maybe…

It’s all still running through my head as I arrive at my weekly Saturday morning pancake breakfast at my brother Tor and his wife Natalie’s place. I’m early because I headed straight here after an all-night poker game. Being early won’t matter, because here everyone is up fucking at the crack ass of dawn because they’ve been popping out kids since they met four years ago, and apparently, kids do not believe in sleep.

That is one of the only things I have in common with kids. I don’t sleep. I do whatever possible to avoid it. I hate dreams. Ever since I took a line drive to the head playing college baseball, the dark claws of nightmares straight from hell have dug into me.

In the dreams, I’m usually fighting for my life against some black figure. Smothering and flailing at the air, screaming and kicking. When I came home from the hospital to recover from the injury, one night I punched my mother in the eye as she tried to wake me, thinking she was the shadowy demon from my dreams. I could have fucking killed her with that punch. She never got upset or shamed me for it, but I never forgave myself and have done everything in my power to avoid sleep ever since.

So, running on no sleep is nothing new. It’s that I can’t stop thinking about the glimpse of the blonde goddess from last night. My head is pounding along with my dick and I hate myself for not bailing out of the game last night to follow her.

“You take the table? Or,” My brother Tor sizes me up on a low chuckle, “looks more like the table took you.”

I growl into my palm, knowing there is no use faking it with him. He’s two years older nearly to the day, and we are more like twins to be honest.

It’s annoying as fuck he can practically read my mind and vice versa. I pull down my Ray-Bans and take what’s coming.

“What the fuck?” He laughs. “I sure hope to shit the other guy looks worse than you.”

“There was this distraction.” I shake my head, trying to get the image of the blonde’s spankable ass and life-changing tits from last night to leave me the fuck alone for just a few seconds. “Man, I’ve never been distracted by a girl before.”

I look at my watch. It’s been eight hours, thirty-six minutes and six seconds since I saw her walking out from the hallway at the penthouse where I was in a hundred grand buy in Texas Hold ‘Em game. I got maybe a three second look at her while she looked back, held my eyes, then turned and made her way out the front door.

Three fucking seconds that rocked my fucking world.

I don’t know what she was doing there. The group is always men. Not that a woman couldn’t join in but the guy who runs this particular game, Niko Farkas is a misogynist of the highest order so inviting a woman to play would be a huge no go for him.

She was so fucking gorgeous, with wavy ivory hair brushing her shoulders and pink lips that made me dream of spending a lifetime kissing her. I figured she was one of the other players’ mistresses or evening’s entertainment, which only fucked with my head more.

I should have thrown in all my fucking money and followed her. I tossed out a few questions about who she was, but none of the guys seemed to know and the host wasn’t giving anything up either. So now, I’m practically standing on my head wondering how a three second glance at a woman has me hard as lead and ready to burn down the fucking city to find her.

After that, I was in a foul fucking mood and one of the regulars, Dimitri, a douche in a silk suit and too much cologne, was busting my balls. That I could take, but when he snapped his tongue and dropped a comment about pounding out his frustrations on the juicy piece of ass that just disappeared out the front door, I nearly choked him out.

Took two security guards to pull me off him. Then, I took them on. One of them landed a hard right to my eye but I got mine in as well. I left one of them missing a tooth and the other puking out his Hawaiian pizza before I got my shit back in order. It wouldn’t have been much longer before they pulled out the hardware and I ended up with a bullet in my forehead.

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Advertisement One Chance (Meant to Be #2) Read Online Dani Wyatt http://www.books2020.com/one-chance-meant-to-be-2-read-online-dani-wyatt Wed, 06 Jul 2022 12:29:52 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/one-chance-meant-to-be-2-read-online-dani-wyatt Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Authors: Dani Wyatt Series: Meant To Be Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)

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I need a vacation from my vacation. First, my flight is delayed, and I miss most of the first night of food, fun and frolicking with my friends. Second, by the time I get to the resort, they are all knee deep in the rum and I’m ready to turn around and hop the first flight back home and go back to work. Then, one of my so-called friends snaps off my bikini top at the swim up bar and before I know it, the hulking, dark eyed security guard at the hotel has me strapped to the back of his motorcycle heading into the jungle. I’m down for some adventure sure, but when a tropical storm whips up and strands us at his beachfront cabana (where he never seems to wear a shirt and I’m not complaining) a little adventure turns into something bigger. Way bigger. He’s demanding and grouchy and treats me like I’m a princess. Only, when my brothers show up wondering what’s happened to me, tropical fantasy time is over and real life comes crashing down. It was fun while it lasted. I’ll be leaving my heart and my V-card under the palm trees wishing our two worlds would collide again. And next time, forever. ****Author’s Note: This vacation fling turns into a sizzling steamer trunk full of hotness. These two brave the storm but end up causing their own sort of tsunami under the stars. This hero doesn’t suffer fools and when he sees what’s his on display for all to see, he takes his prize and claims her as his own. Insta-love and over the top, no cheating and a happily ever after topped off with a little paper umbrella.
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CHAPTER 1

Sophia

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My stomach knots as Tor pulls his car to the curb in front of the terminal doors.

Did I put the Dark Opal basil on the produce order?

What if a food critic pops in for a meal and I’m not there?

I don’t remember if I told the sommelier to watch the thermostat on the upper cooler. It was off by two degrees yesterday…

I swallow and wonder for the hundredth time in the twenty-minute drive to the airport if I can still bail on my yearly trip with some friends from my culinary institute days.

I press on a smile as Natalie, Tor’s wife of four years and one of my best friends as well as sister-in-law, turns to look at me from the passenger seat.

“I miss margaritas,” she says, one hand on her eight-month pregnant belly as Tor flashes her a look. “I’m pretty sure this last one was the result of a few too many margaritas, if I remember.”

She winks my way as my brother grunts.

“I don’t need margaritas to knock you up,” he grumbles.

“Please.” I squint and shake my head. “I’m still working on getting the image of you two in my old office four years ago out of my mind. I do not need to hear anything about margaritas and getting knocked up…”

Natalie shrugs as Tor reaches over and squeezes her chin, giving her a look that I know means as soon as I’m inside the airport, he’s going to find a spot to park the car and do some things I don’t want to imagine.

“Maybe you’ll find yourself a little ‘knockered’ on vaca.” Natalie winks as Tor presses his fingers over her mouth.

“Don’t say that to her. She’s not getting knockered-anything, not as long as I’m alive.” He swallows, his nostrils flaring, then turns to me. “Call if you need anything, anytime. Either me or Cyrus will hop on a plane or whatever you need. I didn’t like the sound of how things went last year on this trip of yours. Your so-called friends sound like morons.”

My two older brothers are more like stand-in fathers. They are monolithically protective and maybe that’s why I’m still single at twenty-six years old. That, along with my seemingly pathological obsession with cooking, all-things-food and running my restaurants, which takes up what feels like twenty-seven hours a day twelve days a week.

Tor is my business partner at both my restaurants and Cyrus takes care of my personal investments, making me a great passive income on the side, and also makes sure my house stays standing and my car gets the oil changed every 3000 miles. They are great, if not somewhat oppressive at times, but I know how lucky I am to have them.

“They’re not morons,” I start as I gather my backpack and tap my phone a few times to bring up my boarding pass. “The chef/restaurant life is tough. Some of them have fallen into some self-medicating. It’s stressful.”

“You’re supposed to be going there to de-stress,” he says as Natalie offers a sympathetic look, “not babysit a bunch of ‘friends’ who sound like they need a stint in rehab instead of a debauched vacation in…where are you going again? What island?”

“San Phillipe. Between the Keys and the Bahamas. It’s close enough for a three-day trip and great food. Two five-star restaurants and it’s known for its amazing street food as well.” My mouth waters thinking of the new food experiences that await and a renewed excitement perks my spirits.

I’d always wanted to cook and own a restaurant as far back as I can remember. I cooked with my mother and grandmother since I could stand on a stool at the counter. I love the idea of putting ingredients together to create something magnificent that brings people pleasure and joy. Watching people enjoy what I cook is like giving love to them, something I am pretty sure I’m never going to find in the traditional sense because work is my life and I can’t see any man putting up with my workaholic tendencies—or my smart mouth and general pain-in-the-ass nature, as my brothers call it.

I think about the recipe I was working on last night at 1 am. The restaurant was already closed and cleaned, but an idea popped into my head and I had to see it through. Goat cheese and beets, lamb and a Greek spice mix of my own made from oregano, basil, dill and a few other spices, all wrapped in a phyllo dough crust with a balsamic honey reduction glaze on top.

By 3 am I had the third and final version perfected, and it will be on the menu when I get back from my trip.

“Be sure you don’t have that baby before I get back.” I lean forward and give Natalie the best hug possible over the back of the passenger seat, then I make a loose fist and land a soft punch into Tor’s shoulder. “Try not to be too much of an asshole to my staff while I’m gone. If I come back and they’ve all quit, I’m going to kick your ass all over the walk in. Just let Yiorgos run things. Only step in if there’s some catastrophe, then before you do anything, call me. Got it?”

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Advertisement Two Wrongs (Meant To Be #1) Read Online Dani Wyatt http://www.books2020.com/two-wrongs-meant-to-be-1-read-online-dani-wyatt Sat, 18 Jun 2022 16:14:26 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/two-wrongs-meant-to-be-1-read-online-dani-wyatt Genre: Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Authors: Dani Wyatt Series: Meant To Be Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)

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I don’t even know her name, but I already know she’ll be taking mine, and the sooner the better. Ending marriages has been my life’s focus. I’m an expensive, pay-by-the minute legal predator for my clients wishing to end their former happily ever afters. The work suits me and until I saw the little brunette, pin-up princess sitting at the bar I never thought I’d find mine. I put the period at the end of the world’s worst blind date and watch her eat a panna cotta like It’s changing her life. What she doesn’t know is she’s changing mine. Unfortunately, this brazen beauty disappears before I can secure her into my life or even find out her name. Enter fate. When I walk into my mandatory anger management training the next day, guess who’s the holding my career in her hands? Soon, I’ll be the one with my hands on her and this time, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get away. Author’s note: This over-the-top alpha goes to some extreme lengths to make sure his little retro future bride doesn’t give him the slip a second time. His methods may be less than legal, but he’s full-on focused on the end game. Getting her in his bed, tied to him in every way possible before she can even think of slipping away. Safe, no cheating ever and a happily ever after at the speed of light. A READ ME ROMANCE Book Available June 27, 2022!
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CHAPTER 1

Tor

Two things in this world excite me.

Winning.

And not losing.

As my sister Sophia always says, I’m a simple, complicated guy.

The heat of her restaurant kitchen swirls around me as I lean against the wall and watch her orchestrate the sous chefs and other staff while still checking every plate in the pass.

Her ink-black hair bounces in a messy bun as she spins and points, cursing and shaking her head. She’s a petite bundle of chaotic energy that found her calling and I’m happy for her. Happy for me too, because free amazing food.

Enough said.

I’ve found my calling as well, I guess as far as my career goes.

I’m one of the highest-paid divorce attorneys in the country. I’m a single-minded predator who takes no prisoners.

The job itself sucks. But the winning? Does not.

Righting the wrongs of the past drives me forward. I don’t care who gets destroyed in the process.

Ninety-nine percent of my clients are women. And, I admit, I like fucking over the men who made their lives hell. A little cosmic payback to my father that made it some sort of sport to screw over my mother in their own divorce.

That’s not to say some of my female clients aren’t equal contributing factors in the demise of their marriages. I’ve just spun my business model in their direction, so they tend to be the ones that seek me out.

I’m a pain in the ass to work with. My insane drive to come out on top for my clients has made me a shitty colleague. But, as managing partner of the firm, I’m supposed to be setting an example.

The HR department hates my guts. And now, after the fifth anonymous complaint called into our bullshit “Speak Up” program, some cream-centered staff member is fucking with my time.

I’m stuck wasting half of my day tomorrow sitting in on an Intensive Anger Management Training session in order to appease the HR gods at their altar of three-ring binders. I only agreed to avoid a potential lawsuit, and trouble with the bar association should things get worse.

But it’s gonna be such bullshit.

Tomorrow, my anger will be managed. Or elevated to a new level.

I’m betting on the latter.

My particularly shitty mood for this evening is thanks in part to the waste of time on my schedule for tomorrow but also to a fucking blind date I’m dreading. I glance at the clock on the wall of the restaurant counting down the last minutes until I have to face whatever horror this evening holds. The last thing I want to do right now is go on a blind date. But here I am. At least I know the food will be good.

I take another sip out of the small, white porcelain cup and wonder how many grandsons have given up a perfectly good evening alone to go on a blind date, just because their grandmother is a master at guilt filled loving manipulation?

If she thinks there’s any chance I’ll find a wife in this deal tonight, she’s gonna be all kinds of disappointed. I don’t have the time or inclination. I love my grandma, but there’s a fucking limit. She thinks at thirty-six years old, I should have this marriage and family deal worked out but it’s never been my focus and I doubt it ever will. My mother backs her up because she’s got grandbaby fever which doesn’t help.

“Tor!” A male voice rises above the noise in the kitchen and I swing my gaze that way.

It’s my younger brother by two years, Cyrus, practically my twin except he got my dad’s dark, soulless eyes while I lucked out with my mother’s baby blues. He wins the height contest with just an inch at 6’6” but I’ve got him on weight by about twenty pounds. And I’m marginally, fractionally prettier which isn’t saying much because we’re both sporting ill-healed broken noses from our teen years and Cro-Magnon foreheads from our DNA. Very anti-GQ slickness.

I shoot him a glare as I take a quick sip then set down my Turkish coffee letting the warm, comforting liquid slide down my throat. He throws up his hands, barreling my way through the kitchen with an exasperated smirk.

“Do me a favor.” I start pointing toward the flaming stovetop where three workers are shifting pans and stirring pots. “Go start a grease fire. Then I can get out of this motherfucking date.”

He chuckles, but there’s an evil twinkle in his eyes. He has loved to bust my balls since the first day he could talk. “Gram would never forgive you. Besides, better you than me, bro. You’re the oldest so you’re up first.”

I reach into my jacket pocket on a grunt and pull out my phone.

I tap my notes app and refresh my memory on the bullet points from my grandmother about my date.

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