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Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sat, 25 Nov 2023 22:12:44 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Needing His Touch (Men in Charge #6) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.books2020.com/needing-his-touch-men-in-charge-6-read-online-tory-baker Sat, 25 Nov 2023 22:12:44 +0000 https://www.booksnovels.com/needing-his-touch-men-in-charge-6-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Authors: Tory Baker Series: Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)

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One look and I knew the new girl in town would be mine.

Carsynn was the last thing expected after coming home from being out of town for work. The whole time I’ve been gone, Gramps has talked about the pretty waitress non-stop. It’s not until I walk into the diner and see her with my own two eyes that I get it. She does too, judging by the way her cheeks flush when I catch her watching my every move.

When the cold weather turns suddenly, it’s me out on the iced over roads rescuing the woman who has me thinking of forever.

Now we’re snowed in, she’s wearing my clothes, sleeping in my bed, and is giving me the sweetest gift possible, herself.

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“You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.” - Darcy

PLAYLIST

Needing His Touch Playlist

wait in the truck (feat. Lainey Wilson)- Hardy

Delta Dawn- Tanya Tucker

Wouldn’t Have to Miss You- Pecos & the Rooftops

23- Chayce Beckham

Can’t Tell You No- Muscadine Bloodline

Sleeping Alone- Flatland Cavalry

Wild as Her- Corey Kent

I Remember Everything (feat. Kacey Musgraves)- Zach Bryan

Wild Ones (feat. Jelly Roll)- Jessie Murph

I’ve Been Thinking- Brooke Lee

Wilder Days- Morgan Wade

Fade Away- Rob Baird

All I See Is You- Shane Smith & the Saints

Daylight- Watchhouse

To Be Loved By You- Parker McCollum

Beauty in the Struggle- Bryan Martin

Memory to Drown- Bryan Martin

Dancing in the Sky- Sam Barber

Oh My God- Adele

PROLOGUE

THREE WEEKS EARLIER

Carsynn

Today is the day. Today is the motherstinking day. It’s pathetic. No, I take that back. I am pathetic. A whole lot naïve, too. I should have known things weren’t ever going to get better. They haven’t thus far, and now here I am, at the age of twenty-five, feeling as if I’m double the age I truly am. My body hurts, my heart aches, and my soul yearns for an easier way of living. I should have taken the scholarship and run. What person doesn’t take the opportunity given for zero dollars? Oh yeah, that would be me, and the reason for that is currently yelling in my face.

“You’re a piece of shit, Carysnn. I should have aborted you when the clinic gave me a choice.” Dear old mom is at again, as usual when Dad leaves to go on a three-day bender. There once was a time when I’d look at her and see so much of myself that I was happy. Lucky even to have her genes. Now I’m thankful I don’t have an addiction, and I know what it can destroy all too well. My mom is a shadow of herself. Her skin is paper thin, her hair is brittle, and I swear her teeth are starting to decay. We no longer look anything alike. Well, maybe there’s one thing we have in common—the bags beneath our eyes. Mine are from working doubles, whereas hers are from drug abuse. Two very different scenarios, but one I’m getting myself out of. If I’m going to work my fingers to the bone, I’m at least going to come home at night to a peaceful and happy home.

My dad, on the other hand, well, we look nothing alike, not at all. We’ve never been close, and now that I’m older, it’s even worse. I’m still unsure of how he’s able to maintain his job in order to pay for his penchant of alcohol. Probably because even alcoholics can function enough to get their next fix. All I know is I’m the one who pays the rent, power, water, and groceries. When I started working at the legal age of sixteen, all I thought was yes, now I won’t go to bed hungry. I can take care of myself, save money to get out of this hellhole. The joke was on me. The money I worked for was taken away the second my mother got a whiff of cash. A never-ending saga in this house with four walls, a roof, and running water.

I remain silent. Mom is itching for a fight, ready to continue on her tirade, and I’ve learned that the less I say, the faster she’ll go away. Which is what she needs to do, soon. A lightbulb went off a few months ago, on one particular night when I came home after working a twelve-hour shift. Both of them were home, one womb donor and one sperm donor coming right up. They were sitting on the couch in front of the TV, Dad drunk on his beloved bottle of cheap rum, Mom much the same except she likes to take pills.

Everything became clear. The need to get out of here as fast as possible hit me. If I didn’t, I’d end up being exactly like them.

“Got nothing to say for yourself, do ya? Just standing there like the mute girl you are!” She sways on her feet, slurring her words and enunciating each in anger. I’m not exactly sure the reason why she’s always so angry and Dad's always the quiet one.

I shake my head. Mom can call me everything in the book. Tonight is the night. I’ve been scrimping and saving, working as much as possible without raising an alarm of where I am or what I’m doing. Talk about always being on edge, going so far as to barely sleep at night due to a whole different type of dread of what could possibly happen. It’s the fear of uncertainty, who they could let in through the apartment door if Mom owed money to a dealer, or what she was doing to make extra money on one of her particular bad benders. Tonight, though, tonight is the night. As soon as she’s passed out on the couch, I’m out of here. It’s time I put myself first.

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Advertisement His for the Taking (Men in Charge #5) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.books2020.com/his-for-the-taking-men-in-charge-5-read-online-tory-baker Mon, 16 Oct 2023 19:44:52 +0000 https://www.booksnovels.com/his-for-the-taking-men-in-charge-5-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Tory Baker Series: Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
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The last thing I needed was to fall for Kody Goodwin, my best friend’s sister turned nanny.

There’s something about a woman who has no problem putting a man in his place. And Kody does exactly that, she doesn’t take my surly attitude or the way I try to ignore her every move.

My heart has other plans, there is no keeping her at arms length. Not when I see her everywhere, the way she looks, her sweet voice, and the way she loves my daughter. Now all I need to do is prove I’m worthy of Kody’s love and I’m going to do everything in my power to make it happen.

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PROLOGUE

ONE WEEK EARLIER

Jameson

“Come on, Josephine, let’s play while we wait for momma to get here,” I tell my nearly two-year-old daughter. Her mom and I aren’t together. We were each scratching an itch. Add a busted condom, and now here’s Josephine. Anyone who tells you that you can’t feel when a rubber breaks is a dumb-ass liar. I pulled out, not fast enough. She knew the moment it happened. A few weeks later when Emma called me, I knew what it was about. There was no doubt in my mind that Josephine was mine. Emma is a lot of things, but a liar isn’t one of them. We knew the two of us were like oil and vinegar. One night and a handful of talks later, once the doctor's appointments were out of the way, we set up a game plan. There wasn’t a chance in hell we wouldn’t be toxic to one another, and friendship is way better than two people vehemently hating one another for the rest of Josephine’s life. Our daughter didn’t deserve to know what a loveless marriage looked like and what she thought would be okay in her future relationships.

Emma and I are type-A personalities, both competitive, both hardworking in our respective careers, and both control freaks. We knew it’d be a recipe for disaster. I accompanied her to every appointment, and anytime a new milestone was hit, Emma would call me. It didn’t matter if the baby kicked, if she had weird cravings, or if the doctor said her blood sugar wasn’t within the right parameters. We kept an open line of communication and still do.

“Ma-ma coming?” Josephine's baby blues light up her entire face. She’s the perfect combination of Emma and me. Our girl has soft blonde hair like I had as a child; it’ll more than likely turn darker like mine has. She’s also got my blue eyes. The shape of her mouth, eyes, and lips, well, those are all Emma’s. Today, she’s decked out in a white frilly top, white and pink belle-bottom-style jeans, a gift from my brother and his wife the last time they stopped by. It’s now a repeat outfit for Josephine, and far be it for me to fight with her over clothes. Oh no, we deal with that enough when it comes to her hair. I’m a guy. I get that I’m not the best. I’ve tried the trick of using the hairbrush to get the bumps out of her ponytail, making sure it’s wet, and have even attempted the vacuum cleaner trick to get it all slicked back in a secure pony or two pigtails. It’s never what Josephine wants, and try as I might, Emma does it better. So, when she’s with me, it’s a sloppy whatever I can manage to do. I’ve got big fucking hands and big fucking fingers.

“She’ll be here in a few minutes.” I check my watch, seeing it’s later for Emma to arrive than usual. She’s usually prompt or will call to give me a heads-up unless a meeting kept her later than normal and she can’t pull her phone out. Emma’s job as a cooperate lawyer forty minutes on the outskirts of town means she’s in the thick of it. Our schedule of sharing Josephine works. We trade off back and forth—one week I get her four days, the next week I’ll have her for three days, and if we need a breather or something comes up, we work around it. While we’re at work, my parents help with Josephine for the most part. Though Emma has it in her head that Josephine should be in school. We’re supposed to be interviewing three next week. Where she found these schools in our small county, I’ve got no idea. I’ll say one thing: I’m not sold on the idea. Josephine is barely two, and I hate the thought of her being around strangers. Even if they are teachers. My parents love having her a few days a week. We’ve made it work. Sometimes, I’ll bring JoJo to work with me or Emma will work from home. So, it sucks that she’s willing to mix things up and cause this to be our biggest hurdle to date. I’ve asked Emma to reconsider it, but so far, it’s gone unanswered.

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Advertisement Baring it All (Men in Charge #4) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.books2020.com/baring-it-all-men-in-charge-4-read-online-tory-baker Mon, 04 Sep 2023 20:22:47 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/baring-it-all-men-in-charge-4-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love Authors: Tory Baker Series: Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
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I live life for the thrills and Stormy is straight adrenaline.
She goes straight to my… heart. If there’s one girl out there I shouldn’t mess with, it’s Stormy.
Everything about her screams off limits.
She’s too young, hurting from being screwed over, and my niece’s best friend. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no saint.
But this girl is the biggest temptation I’ve ever had.
That’s anything but good—especially in the small town we live in. When her world is turned upside down on what was supposed to be her wedding day, I come to her rescue. As we walk out of the venue together, her dress in shambles, a bottle of tequila in one of her hands, and holding onto me with the other, tongues start wagging. Stormy doesn’t seem to care. I can’t say I do either. The longer I’m near her, the deeper I get.
For once in my life, I’m not looking for a thrill, or even freedom.
I just want her.

This is the forth book in the Men in Charge series, each book will be a complete stand alone, the common denominator? An alpha Hero, a man that goes after what he wants, a guaranteed happily ever after, and of course steamy romance!

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PROLOGUE

ONE WEEK EARLIER

Stormy

“Harder, yes, right there.” I stop in my tracks. I know that voice. Sounds like my best friend is hooking up with one of the groomsmen. Which sucks because I need her. This godawful dress I somehow was roped into wearing at this godawful ceremony, not to mention the godawful amount of people. Attention, good or bad, is not my idea of fun. Three hundred people, mostly Zach’s family, conglomerates, and half the fucking town. Yeah, no freaking thanks. Except I got railroaded by Zach’s mom. A force to be reckoned with, wearing me so far down it was easier to agree than stand my ground.

“Fuck yeah, you like being my dirty little secret, don’t you, Mel.” Ice runs through my veins. I fucking know that voice, too. That voice behind the heavy wooden door, inside this monstrosity of a ceremony location, a freaking clubhouse. I wanted a small intimate wedding with friends and family, one hundred people max. My hand goes to my chest, making sure my heart is still beating. Lucky for me, it is. Unlucky for me, it is too. There’s no way I’m imagining Zach’s voice. I’d know it anywhere on any day of the week. My hand wraps around the silver knob, and I slowly turn the handle, trying to stay as quiet as possible, as if this is a horrible dream and once I open the door, I’ll wake up. Except I know the possibility is moot. This is what horror movies are made of, like the leading character running upstairs instead of out the door when the killer is in the house. Well, look at me, staying rooted in place, opening a door to the scene in front of me. My best friend, or ex-best friend, is currently bent at the waist, maid of honor dress hiked up while my fiancé pistons his hips in and out of her body. Jesus, if this son of a biscuit eater isn’t using a condom, I’m going to strangle him with my bare hands. Though, I’d bet my last dollar he isn’t. Which means my wedding day, a day meant to be happy, is fucking toast. I mean, I’m not expecting it to be Cinderella magnificent, but this, this is the last thing I ever expected.

I could scream, I could cry, I could do both at once, but instead, I take a deep breath and open the door wider, allowing any passersby to get a bird’s eye view of the free porn show, and I top it off even better: I clap. A standing ovation of one. It takes them a moment to realize I’m cheering them on. Mel and Zach stutter in their sexual escapades. “Bravo,” I finally say. My hands come together in a rhythmic applause, repeating it until they get the idea they’re no longer alone.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Zach pulls out of Melanie, sloppily, just as I figured. I’ll be adding a doctor’s appointment along with an STD testing. Yay fucking me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I’m calm, cool, and collected, almost too tranquil. My namesake is doing nothing for me right now because I should be angry and crying, yet none of those emotions hit me. I’m left feeling upset at myself more than anything. Did my friendship with Melissa mean so little that she’d toss it away after more than twenty years of friendship, for sex with Zach? Zach, who I thought was going to be my end all, be all. Boy, was I wrong. Assuming really does make an ass out of you and me.

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Advertisement Secret Obsession (Men in Charge #3) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.books2020.com/secret-obsession-men-in-charge-3-read-online-tory-baker Tue, 20 Jun 2023 02:21:21 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/secret-obsession-men-in-charge-3-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Taboo Authors: Tory Baker Series: Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
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Josie has always been the ultimate forbidden fruit.

When I first laid eyes on her, she was a tempting, wet dream that just appeared in my home.

That sounds perfect, but she was there as my son’s girlfriend. It also made her completely off limits.

It still didn’t stop me from tasting her.
One touch, one taste wrapped up in a stolen moment that never should have happened marked me for life.

She’s my guilty secret that I’ve privately been obsessed with. I mean hell, it’s been years and I still think about her.

Now, she’s back.

She’s single, but not for long.
This time there’s nothing to keep me from claiming her, forever.

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PROLOGUE

ELEVEN YEARS EARLIER

Trace

“Dad, we’re here!” Wes yells as he walks through the front door nineteen damn years old and still hollering as he makes his way inside. It’s been the two of us since he was discharged from the hospital. Sure, I had help from my parents—we even lived with them until Wes was around five or six years old, but then it was time for me to get my shit together. I needed to work less than sixty hours a week, while allowing daycare and my mom to do the bulk of raising Wes. I found a rental near town, in a good school district, and we started our life without being under my parents’ roof. There was a shit ton of oh, fucks along the way—burnt dinner, Wes staying up too late because I was working late yet wanted to spend time with him, laundry piling up, and all the other stuff that comes with being a single father. A learning curve to say the least, but we managed it after quite a few trials and errors. Half the time, I felt like I was failing him, then my dad would reel my ass in, lay it all out and tell me to quit feeling sorry for myself. If I were failing, I would have given Wes up for adoption when Misty willingly walked out of his life. I didn’t blame her. How could I? She was only a year older than me, a one-night stand in another town, when a broken condom caused her to find me six weeks later on a jobsite to give me the news. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind when she presented me her options—adoption or abortion. I quickly told her I’d cover her medical bills, make sure she had a place to live while pregnant, and I’d take our child once he or she was born. So, at the age of nineteen, newly graduated from high school, I worked like a dog to give her the life she deserved while growing Wes inside her belly. The minute he was born, she signed over her parental rights, asking me to take him away, and then left the hospital against medical advice. No one ever saw her again. Sucks that she willingly missed out on all the good that could have been part of her life.

“In the kitchen, bud,” I reply, a beer in my hand I raise the bottle to my mouth and take a long-as-fuck pull, downing half the bottle’s contents. I’m feeling every bit of my thirty-eight years old after work today. The hours are long, and the sun is hot as fuck. Especially when your job involves framing houses on the side. Plus, I dabble in my own version of working with my hands, building kitchen cabinets. I look around at our home, a small three-bedroom, one-bathroom house, built in the 1940s. We moved in here once Wes hit his teenage years, and I’ve been working on it ever since. I finish the rest of my beer when my son and his girlfriend round the corner. A damn good thing, too. I’m unprepared for the girl he’s brought home.

“Hey, Dad. Josie, this is my dad, Trace. Dad, this is my girlfriend, Josie.” I lower my bottle of beer as my boy hits me with a hug and pull him in with one arm, eyes locking with his girl’s vivid blue, like the water in a pool. She’s got blonde hair and full lips.

“Nice to meet you, Josie.” Wes and I pull back from our hug, and I place the bottle of beer on the new countertops that were just installed this past week. Unlike me, Wes went to college a few hours south. During his first year, he’s only come home for the holidays, and now he’s bringing home his girlfriend for spring break.

“Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Gaines.” She uses my last name as our hands meet in a handshake. Fuck me. Goddamn it, this is not what I want. The dumb flesh between my thighs attempts to make its presence known. This is not the time nor the place for a hard-on, especially for the beauty in front of me. She’s young, too young, half my age, and my son’s girlfriend. Tell that to my cock, which is currently twitching in my jeans. Her eyes lingering on my body doesn’t fucking help. She’s forbidden fruit, and damn if I don’t want a taste.

“Please call me Trace. Mr. Gaines is my father.” The dryness in my throat from thoughts of Josie makes me realize I need another drink. Shit, my father is a fuck of a lot older than I am, another difference between my parents and me. Where I’m blissfully unwedded, they were married, went and explored the world for five or so years before having me. Then settled down in our small town here in Tennessee, planting roots and never moving out of my childhood home until Wes and I got our own place. Later they built a home, one that isn’t as big, more manageable, allowing them to come and go as they please between their jaunts to hit the next casino.

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Advertisement Staking His Claim (Men in Charge #2) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.books2020.com/staking-his-claim-men-in-charge-2-read-online-tory-baker Thu, 06 Apr 2023 07:49:55 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/staking-his-claim-men-in-charge-2-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Authors: Tory Baker Series: Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 58
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I want the one woman I should never touch.
Tulsa Rose has gone through hell and back.
We have a complicated history, becoming her guardian after a family tragedy is only the tip of the iceberg.
I sent her away.
It was the right thing to do, even if she felt like I turned my back on her.
The truth is, she was a temptation I couldn’t have.
She was way too young.
Now she’s home, ten years later.
I want her more now than I ever did.
Too bad she hates me.
It doesn’t matter.
I’m not walking away from her again.
She belongs to me, she always has.
I’m staking my claim once and for all.

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PROLOGUE

Ledger Sinclair, Age 27

I never thought I’d be in the position I am now. My best friend is gone, way too soon, and way too fucking young—Montgomery Williams. The same age as me. We were childhood friends. There’ll be no more dinners, no more sitting on the front porch shooting the shit while enjoying a beer at the end of a long-as-hell day.

How the hell this could happen to a man as loyal as Mont, I’ve got not one damn clue. The call I received in the middle of the night jarred me awake. Nothing good comes from the phone ringing at two o’clock in the morning. The person on the other end of line, Tulsa Rose, seventeen years old, a girl turning into a woman, didn’t speak a word. There are only three people on this earth who could have been calling me—Mont, Tulsa, or my mom. Considering there was a shit ton of sniffling coming from the other end of the line, I knew. My stomach sunk to my feet. Neither of us said a word. Feeling like I was about to be sick, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, one hand holding my cell to my ear, my forearm on my thigh, trying to gain my composure before making my next move. What seemed like a lifetime later when in fact it was only fifteen minutes, I was dressed, out the door, and driving the few short minutes between my place and the Williams’. The two cop cars were parked behind Tulsa’s car. Mont’s truck wasn’t in his usual place. The second I was out of my truck, long limbs were running toward me, tears streaking down her face, hair flying behind. All I could do was brace for impact as she leapt into my arms, feeling her tears saturate me as Tulsa let loose. It was only once she fell asleep in my arms after hours of sobbing while I sat on the front porch steps that Judd and his dad told me what happened. Judd, a friend of mine and Montgomery’s, and his father, who’d been on the force for years, told me how it all went down. Mont was traveling home when he was t-boned by a drunk driver. Dead on impact. At that point, I was holding tighter to Tulsa than I probably should have, and it was me who had wetness coating my cheeks this time. It was less than a week ago that the news shattered our world.

Today is the funeral, and to say that things aren’t going well would be putting it lightly. Tulsa has completely shut down—eyes downcast, body sunken in on itself, looking like she lost more weight than she can afford to lose. I can’t say I blame the girl. The Williams family has not had it easy. Shit coming in threes fucking sucks, especially for the girl standing next to me.

“We’re so sorry for your loss.” Those words are repeated over and over again at the graveside service we’re currently holding for Montgomery, his final resting space right beside his family in what is now a family plot in a cemetery here in our hometown.

“Thank you,” I respond. Tulsa’s body is leaning against mine. Her hand moves from its place on my bicep down to my fingers, entwining them with mine. My body twitches at the wrong fucking time. Montgomery knew that Tulsa had no problem prancing in front of me. So close to being eighteen yet not, she assumed the looks she gave me were one-sided. They absolutely were not. I had to talk myself out of so much as glancing in her direction when she would walk through the house in her bathing suit making way to the pool at their house. I curse myself at the feeling of her tits pressed against my arm. She’s too young, gone through too damn much in her short life to be saddled with someone ten years older than her.

“Ledger.” Tulsa squeezes my hand to get my attention.

“Yeah, Tulsa?” Her head tips up slightly as mine lowers.

“I need to get out of here. It’s too much.” Eyes that are usually a clear hazel color are now blood shot.

“Go ahead. I’ll handle the rest of this. It shouldn’t be too much longer.” She wraps her arms around her frail body. I make a mental note that I’m going to have to make sure she takes care of herself.

“Thanks.” She nods before she takes off, the black dress whipping around her body with the wind. You can smell the precipitation in the air, a sure sign of the rain that will likely start pouring down any moment now. Hopefully, this will be wrapped up, so we can head to the attorney’s office. Tulsa can eat then finally get some damn sleep. And me, I can drown myself in a bottle. It doesn’t matter what kind of bottle it is either—beer, tequila, vodka, whisky, or bourbon, all five would be good with me right about now. Anything to drown out the thoughts that Montgomery is gone, and I’m left with the memory of how Tulsa and her firm little body feels against mine.

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Advertisement Make Her Mine (Men in Charge #1) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.books2020.com/make-her-mine-men-in-charge-1-read-online-tory-baker Fri, 20 Jan 2023 22:15:26 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/make-her-mine-men-in-charge-1-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Erotic, Romance Authors: Tory Baker Series: Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker
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She was always the one who got away.

Rosaleigh caught my eye from the beginning, but I didn’t make my move.
She was too young.
Unfortunately, my best friend didn’t have the same morals.
It killed me, watching from a distance as he disrespected the woman who was always meant to be mine.

When she finally discovers the truth about him, all bets are off.
I’m done holding back.
I make my move, ready to prove she has a real man now—one who will have her back and give her the life she deserves.

I won’t let anything stop me.
She’s not getting away again.
I’m going to make her mine.

 This is the first book in the Men in Charge series, each book will be a complete stand alone, the common denominator? An Alpha Hero, a man that goes after what he wants, a guaranteed happily ever after, and of course steamy romance!

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PLAYLIST

Make Her Mine Playlist

You, Me, and Whiskey- Justin Moore

Stoned- Parker McCollum

Tears the Size of Texas- Ben Burgess

Rock and A Hard Place- Bailey Zimmerman

Flower Shops- ERNEST

Daylight- Watchhouse

Space and Time- S.G. Goodman

Why- Read Southall Band

Proud Mary- Tina Turner

Just Like Leaving- Bella White

So Low- Koe Wetzel

Dirty Looks- Liner Wilson

PROLOGUE

Rosaleigh

Ten Months Earlier

“Hey, girls, where’s your father?” I ask as I walk through the door. All the lights are off, minus the small lamp in the corner of the room. David’s patrol car wasn’t in the driveway, and neither was our second vehicle. Both of our daughters have blonde hair and a similar build to mine, minus the fact that one is my height while the other isn’t that far off, with eyes that are like looking at my own; only theirs are red and bloodshot, as if they’ve been crying on the couch, huddled together, a rarity these days. They’re usually at each other’s throats, especially in the morning when Rory is taking her sweet time on her hair and mascara while all Emmy wants to do is brush her teeth, run a comb through her hair, and call it a day. That’s when the arguments start and I have to wade in, unless David is home. Then the house is as quiet as a tomb, no one willing to wake him up if he’s been working the nightshift.

“He’s gone,” my oldest daughter, Rory, who’s on the cusp of womanhood in the form of being a teenager, states. She’ll be thirteen in a few short weeks. Time has flown by, and that saying ‘Time is a thief’ couldn’t be more accurate. It feels like only yesterday when I admitted to myself that at the ripe age of fifteen, I was pregnant, a baby having a baby. It’s then I notice Emmy is practically on top of Rory, cuddled into her side, the tip of her thumb in her mouth, a habit she’s had forever but rarely uses unless a time calls for it, usually when she’s overtired, upset, or nervous. Tonight, it looks to be a combination of all three.

“What do you mean, he’s gone?” I ask, stepping out of my shoes, dropping my bag to the floor, and walking closer until I’m sitting in front of them, ass to the wooden coffee table, unable to understand that short sentence. Rory’s lip quivers, Emmy has tears in her eyes, and my stomach, well, my stomach plummets to my feet.

“He’s gone, Mommy.” I’m trying to wrap what those words mean around my head, David, my husband, their father, is a cop in small town of Abalee, Georgia. The place where David was born and raised. Me, not so much. I was a transplant from one of the many places my mom decided to up and move on a moment’s notice. Before moving here, home was a joke. We never stayed in one place for longer than a year because whoever the boyfriend or husband of the month my mom was after would be in another town, giving her the opportunity to quit paying rent on one apartment and leaving before getting evicted for her to do it all over again, a never-ending cycle. They say that history has a chance of repeating itself when it comes to you being a product of your youth. I may have been a statistic in some ways when it came to being a teen mother like my own was, but that’s where the similarities ended. A cycle I’m glad that I’m no longer a part of. “I’m still not understanding, sweetheart. Was daddy hurt at work? Is he in the hospital?” I work at the local plant nursery part-time, not wanting to lose my identity as a cop’s wife and a stay-at-home mother. Believe me, with my own mother and her vocal wishes of wanting to live off a man, I made sure I always had some semblance of independence.

“No, I don’t think so,” Rory murmurs, confusion cloying the air. The pinch of her eyebrows worries me even more.

“Baby, I can’t help either of you or your father if I don’t know what’s happening.” Emmy takes that moment to fly into my arms. Her small gangly body wraps around mine like an octopus. She’s all arms and legs, still growing into herself. A thing of beauty with her carefree ways. God, I love my girls more than they’ll ever understand.

“Mommy, he left. A call came in, and he left. Da-Dad, he said he was leaving and not coming back, that he was sorry, then he walked out,” Emmy says out loud the words Rory couldn’t speak. Their personalities are like night and day. Emmy lives to talk, while Rory is the one who looks but doesn’t say what she’s thinking, not until the words are perfectly formed.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m sure it was work. He’ll call or something, okay?” This is so unlike David. Even if he had to go undercover for work, he’d tell me. He wouldn’t describe the case or how long he’d be gone, just that he might be unavailable, that the documents were in the safe, how the force would take care of his girls should something happen, and that he was carrying us with him. The last time that happened was years ago, when the girls were toddlers, not now, and to leave like this without saying goodbye or talking. It’s unimaginable.

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