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Porter Brothers Trilogy Series by Jamie Begley – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Mon, 14 Aug 2017 01:57:33 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Porter Brothers Trilogy Series by Jamie Begley – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Claiming the Enemy: Dustin Read Online Jamie Begley (Porter Brothers #3) http://www.books2020.com/claiming-the-enemy-dustin-3-read-online-jamie-begley Mon, 14 Aug 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/claiming-the-enemy-dustin-3-read-online-jamie-begley Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Funny, MC, Romance Authors: Jamie Begley Series: Porter Brothers Trilogy Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 139029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Claiming the Enemy: Dustin (Porter Brothers Trilogy)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Jamie Begley
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The Porter brothers were raised to live and die by Three Rules. One, a Porter always keeps what’s his. Two, a Porter stands his ground. Three … Dustin never had to search for his true love. They used to play and get in trouble together, shared a playpen, and their mothers used to be best friends. But that was before their fathers made them enemies and changed the course of their lives. Now the Porters stayed on their side of the mountain while the Hayes stayed on theirs. Believing it was easier to coexist as frenemies with Jessie Hayes rather than changing the Porter stubborn ways, Dustin was content with booty calls, raising his son, and growing weed as a side business … until he heard her screams. Now he was going to show a murderer just how much they had underestimated this Porter brother. And he was going to have to break his father’s last rule: Leave no enemy standing … to claim the enemy that held his heart.
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Prologue

Jessie

“Is it still alive?” Jessie squatted down beside the unmoving baby bird, reaching out with her fingertips to the delicate animal that must have fallen from its nest.

“Of course it is, stupid.”

Jessie jerked to her feet and punched her friend in the shoulder.

“Ouch! What’d you do that for?”

She jutted her chin out angrily at Dustin’s bewildered expression. “I told you not to call me stupid!”

“Jeez, you could have just told me. You didn’t have to hit me!”

“I don’t call you stupid when you ask me to help with your reading homework.”

“That’s different.”

“Why?”

“It just is; that’s why!”

“Hush, my pa will know I sneaked out of the house again. I’m not getting another whipping because of you.”

Her friend’s face turned red. “Your pa whips you again, I’m gonna beat him up.” Dustin clenched his hands into fists as he pretended to punch the air.

Jessie giggled. “You will?”

“Yep, I told you that the last time he did. I’m not afraid of that old fart.”

“You’re not big enough to beat him up.”

“Greer and Tate are. They’ll do anything I tell them to.”

She stared at him doubtfully. “How about we just be quiet and nobody has to beat him up?”

Dustin’s angry expression faded. “Okay, I don’t want your pa mad at me anyway.”

Jessie gave him a quick hug before dropping back to her knees, gently touching the wisps of the feathers. Startled, the bird lifted its weak head and began chirping for its momma.

Raising her tear-filled eyes, she stared up at the tree, hoping the momma bird would swoop down and pick up its baby.

“She ain’t gonna come for it. You touched it.”

Jessie cupped the fragile bird in the palms of her hands and held it to her chest, feeling its trembling through her thin cotton T-shirt.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked with interest.

“I’m going to climb that tree and put it back in its nest.”

“Why you going to do that? The mama won’t feed it. It smells like you now.”

“Quit saying that! I can’t leave it to die.”

“Why not?”

“Because I just can’t; that’s why.”

“You’re going to break your neck,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“You think so?” The tree was big, and she had never tried to climb one that large.

“I know so.”

“You could do it for me.” Giving him a pleading look, she held out the baby bird encouragingly. “Please, Dustin. I’ll be your best friend in the whole world.”

He rolled his eyes at her. “Give it to me.”

Jessie transferred the bird into his hands, watching as he took off his cap and put the bird inside before going to the tree.

“If I break my neck, tell Ma I love her and Greer can have my favorite hat if the bird doesn’t poop in it.”

“You’re not going to die.” Moving farther under the tree, she watched as he climbed, placing her hands on the trunk as if she were strong enough to hold it steady. “Be careful,” she whispered up at him.

“Now you’re worried about me when I’m almost there?”

“It didn’t look so tall when you were down here.”

“You should see from here,” he snorted down at her.

She watched as Dustin reached the tree branch with the nest. Jessie fearfully wanted to yell at him to be careful, but she didn’t want to startle him.

Feeling her heart beating in her chest, she watched as he turned the cap over, depositing the bird inside the nest before letting the cap sail downward to her.

Looking inside the cap, she saw why he hadn’t put it back on.

When Dustin was safely back on the ground, she tried to hand it back to him.

“I don’t want it. It has bird shit inside.”

“I’ll wash it for you.” She stared adoringly at the boy who, even though he thought she was silly for saving the bird, had returned the baby to its nest. “I wish I could climb trees like you.”

“Have my pa chase you with that belt of his, and you’ll learn real quick.”

“You want me to ask Holt to beat him up when he does?”

“Nah, Holt couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag, much less beat my pa up,” he teased.

She frowned. “I could ask my pa.”

Dustin laughed. “Your father would help Pa try to catch me.”

He would. Her father was just as mean as Dustin’s.

“When I grow up, I’m going to marry a nice father, not like mine.”

“I’m never getting married.”

Her young heart trembled at his words. “Everybody gets married.”

“I’m not. And neither is Tate or Greer.”

She tried to think of something that would convince him to get married, drawing a blank until an idea came to her.

“Do you want to be like Clyde?”

“Clyde Gibbs?” Dustin’s face paled at the mention of the old man who was so scary that no one would trick or treat at his house or sit next to him at church.

Jessie nodded. “He’s not married. Pa said there isn’t a woman in town that would have him.”

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Advertisement Keeping What’s His: Tate Read Online Jamie Begley (Porter Brothers #1) http://www.books2020.com/keeping-whats-his-tate-1-read-online-jamie-begley Wed, 19 Oct 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/keeping-whats-his-tate-1-read-online-jamie-begley Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, New Adult, Romance Authors: Jamie Begley Series: Porter Brothers Trilogy Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70934 (not accurate)
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Keeping What’s His: Tate (Porter Brothers Trilogy #1)
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The Porter Brother's were raised to live and die by Three Rules One, a Porter stands his ground. Two, a Porter leaves no enemy standing Three... Sutton Creech was a cheat and a liar. Tate Porter had found that out when he was eighteen, and he had no intention of letting her make a fool out of him again. He didn’t care how much pain he saw in her eyes or how old memories tugged at his unforgiving heart until, the night a hidden secret is revealed and everything Tate had believed about their past is shattered, proving he had let the woman he loved get away. Between trying to protect his family and running their pot growing business, Tate doesn't have time to play the "Nice Guy". He'd just have to remember the most important rule his father had given them: A Porter always keeps what's his.
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Prologue

Tate yawned as he went into the kitchen to turn out the light before going to bed. His hand was on the switch when a sound he hadn’t heard since he was eighteen reached his ears. A chill stiffened his spine at the distinctive melody only a few members in his family tree had been gifted to hear.

Changing directions, he went to the front door, taking the shotgun off the rack, opening the door to stride out onto the lit front porch. It was still muggy and the summer night was eerily silent. Tate’s eyes surveyed his land, looking for anything out of place. He pumped his rifle, waiting to shoot anything stupid enough to move. Tresspassers would recognize the distinctive sound.

“What’s wrong?” Greer’s low voice alerted him to his presence as he moved to stand next to him, rifle held expertly in his hands.

“Don’t know,” Tate answered, not taking his eyes off the trees bordering their house.

Greer didn’t question his instincts. In their profession, their lives and those of the ones in the house depended on their staying alert to possible danger.

Dustin’s shadow was the next to join his brothers, his rifle pointed at the dark woods.

“Want me to go check the field?” Dustin asked.

“No,” Tate answered sharply. “I will. Greer, you keep an eye outside. Dustin, you go back inside with Holly and Logan.” He took a step off the porch, pausing with his back to his brothers. “I heard the death bell.”

“Shit! How many times?” Dustin’s sharp question held worry for his son sleeping in the house.

“Once.”

Each of the Porters were gifted, or cursed, depending on which one you talked to. Rachel was the most powerful of the four, having inherited most of their grandmother’s gifts. Tate’s own power wasn’t a gift, but the curse of knowing someone was going to die. He never knew whom Death was going to strike. It could be a family member or someone he had been near recently. The first toll was a warning that Death was coming, the second meant Death had found his victim, and the third was Death’s arrival. He had heard the bells intermittently during childhood. He had asked his grandmother about the sounds that no one else seemed able to hear, and she had looked at him sadly, explaining how the death knells were a warning.

“How do I know who’s gonna die?” he had asked.

“You don’t.”

“Then what good is it?”

“It’s a warning to keep your family safe. Don’t let Death sneak in the backdoor to steal what’s yours.”

Tate had taken his grandmother’s words to heart. Whenever he heard the bells, he became vigilant, watching over his family until Death’s next victim was revealed. However, only once had he known whom the bells were intended for, and that was his grandmother. She had been ill for some time. He had gone to her late one night when he had heard the second bell, giving her the warning she had known was coming.

“I’m ready.” Her weary voice had been filled with pain as she had taken his hand and held it while he sat by her bedside. “Tate, one day, you’re going to be head of this family. It’s your job to make sure everyone’s kept safe. Don’t let me down.”

“I won’t, Grandma,” Tate had promised.

He had failed in that promise with his mother and father, neither listened to his warning to stay home the day they had gone fishing. It had taken a week of dragging the river to find their bodies. Since then, he hadn’t heard the death knells.

He took the last step off the porch, striding across the yard to head into the dark woods. He knew the mountain like the back of his hand, so he easily maneuvered through the thick brush for over a mile, avoiding the traps set to catch trespassers who wanted to steal what they had spent all season growing, which was worth a small fortune. He listened to every noise, trying to pinpoint whether anything was moving, but could hear nothing.

Crouching, he scooted under a heavy patch of briars until he came out on the other side, looking around the massive field of marijuana he and his brothers had planted. Next week, they would cut it then dry it out in their homemade drying shed. It was their winter supply. They wouldn’t start growing again until next spring.

Tate wished now he hadn’t listened to Dustin to give it an extra week to grow. They should have cut and processed it last week, but Dustin wanted Logan out of the house while they processed the pot in the barn. In three days Logan would be leaving to stay with his great-grandmother in town. They could get the weed dried out and bagged before he returned from the two-week stay.

Tate didn’t see anything out of place. None of the traps had been touched. He walked around the perimeter of the field, unable to explain the uneasy feeling. If it was daylight, he would climb a tree and look out over the area, but the darkness made that option useless.

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Advertisement Standing His Ground: Greer Read Online Jamie Begley (Porter Brothers #2) http://www.books2020.com/standing-his-ground-greer-2-read-online-jamie-begley Tue, 18 Oct 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/standing-his-ground-greer-2-read-online-jamie-begley Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, New Adult, Romance Authors: Jamie Begley Series: Porter Brothers Trilogy Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104147 (not accurate)
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Standing His Ground: Greer (Porter Brothers Trilogy #2)
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The Porter brothers were raised to live and die by Three Rules.One, a Porter always keeps what’s his. Two, a Porter leaves no enemy standing.Three… Greer’s been searching for love in all the wrong places. He wants kids … and lots of them, so it’s time to get busy and find the lucky woman to share his bed and his life. Though there isn’t a lot to choose from in the small town of Treepoint, he has managed to narrow his choices down to three. The strange thing is, the one he’s falling in love with remains a mystery, hiding her face and name in the messages she sends from behind her computer. The mysterious woman may dodge his questions about her identity, but it’s only a matter of time before she finds out that this Porter brother won’t back away from something he wants, and he wants her. Come hell or high water, he will find the one who goes by KentuckyGirl and make her his, despite what anyone says, even her. And KentuckyGirl is going to find out the last Porter rule the hard way: A Porter always stands his ground and leads his prey into his waiting arms…
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Prologue

The small church hidden away in the mountains was filled to capacity. The parishioners had traveled from several surrounding counties to visit the church Pastor Saul had chosen for the yearly revival of the branching sister churches who shared the same faith he had been forced to listen to every Sunday, because his grandmother had made him attend, despite the never-ending pleas he made to his parents not to make him go.

“Let’s get the hell out of here!” Greer whisper-hissed as he saw Pastor Saul nod his head toward one of the congregation members to open a glass case. The follower then took out a snake that was furiously twitching its tail. The sound of the rattler had some in the front row gasping in religious fervor that had been built by the pastor’s sermon.

“Shut your mouth,” his granny hissed from the side of her mouth. “They’ll throw us out if they hear you.”

“Good!” Greer hissed back mutinously. He tugged on her arm, trying to get her to leave the pew so they could sneak out the door at the back of the church.

Turning his head, he saw one of the deacons who was as old as dirt slide a bar across the door to trap the unbelievers inside.

His granny put a hand over her heart, her eyes widening fearfully as the snake tried to squirm away from the handler’s hold.

Greer’s hand tightened on her arm. Usually, when he was this scared, he had his father or his brother, Tate, nearby to give him courage. With only his grandmother at his side, surrounded by religious fanatics who had lost their ever-loving minds, it was hard not to run outside screaming where his father was waiting.

The thought of his father calling him a pussy had him sitting in place.

She jerked away from his touch. “Don’t.”

“You’re going to have a heart attack if we don’t get out of here.” His ten-year-old voice had no effect on her.

“I told you to save your strength. Don’t use your power on me. I’m old and ready to meet my maker. That sweet child is going to need all your help.” She twisted on the pew so she could face him. “Get ready,” she warned softly.

As the parishioners began to form a circle around the pastor’s daughter, Greer reluctantly stood up to help his grandmother to her feet.

“Remember, don’t let anyone see what you’re doing,” she whispered as they walked toward the front of the church. “Pretend like I told you to do.”

Greer’s stomach clenched nervously as he followed the suggestions she had drilled into his head for the last couple of months.

Two years ago, when she had taught him what to do, he had thought it was a game. Then, the first time she had brought him to one of Saul’s revivals, he had learned what she had expected of him.

The parishioners began chanting and dancing around the little girl whose eyes were widened in horror. She was frozen as two men stood by her side, holding her in place so she couldn’t run. The grown men were enough to scare her, while the snake that was brought closer was every child’s nightmare, not leaving her with a chance to escape.

“Do not turn away from the serpent. The Holy Spirit is with us today,” Saul intoned in a monotone voice as he took his daughter’s arm, making her take the twitching snake into her trembling hand. “Beth is not afraid, nor should you be.” Saul then began chanting unintelligible words as the snake grew angrier.

His grandmother nudged his side, reminding him to play along. Reluctantly, his feet began shuffling as if he were dancing, as the other parishioners were doing.

A loud yell from the back of the church had Greer turning to see Cash trying to fight several men in the aisle as he tried to reach Beth.

“Stop it!”

His yells were ignored, the church followers not distracted from the self-induced trance that fed their cruel eagerness to see anyone but themselves at the snake’s mercy.

Cash’s struggles knocked off the camera the pastor had set up to record the revival.

“Make the unbeliever leave. We don’t want him here!” Saul shouted, the gibberish he had been chanting disappearing.

“Let’s go.” Greer erratically danced closer to his grandmother, wanting to seize the opportunity to leave.

Sadly, she nodded her head toward Beth.

Turning back toward the front of the church, he saw the snake’s fangs flash out, sinking its glistening teeth into the little girl’s arm. He nearly tripped over his own feet.

For the last two years, he had tried to avoid the sickening sight of the pain-filled expression that came over her childlike features.

“Now, Greer, now!” his grandmother whispered frantically, pushing him toward Beth as she dropped to her knees.

The snake handler quickly stepped forward to take the snake away, while the parishioners began dancing even more frantically now, chanting their own gibberish.

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Claiming the Enemy: Dustin (Porter Brothers Trilogy)

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