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Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 138522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)

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I have no idea why I kissed the sexy stranger in a perfectly fitted suit right there in the corner of a deserted bar in the middle of the day. But I needed that kiss. I'd been lost for so many reasons and that kiss had woken me up. After the kiss, I'd simply thanked him and left before he could stop me. Not that I think he would have followed. I could read him, the arrogant, good looking, kind of guy, who women lined up to kiss. It was probably just another normal day for him.

But nothing was normal for me at all that day, certainly not my boldness. But my life is being turned upside down, and desperate people do desperate things, to feel something other than panic and fear. That's what I wanted that day. To feel something else. And can I not want that? I'm under attack by a volatile ex in all kinds of ways I never believed possible. I'm alone in the battle, so very alone, and I need help. I decide that means an attorney. That has become impossible to avoid.

That's when I walk into one of the top firms in the city, the only caliber of firm that can face the power behind my ex, and there is the man I kissed, one of the partners himself. The kiss wasn't nothing to him at all and he's as obsessed with me and I am him. Which is bad news and a bad idea right now. The problem is that he's everything I need right now—strong, passionate, good looking—but I am everything he doesn't need.

I tell him, too. The trouble I'm in is dangerous.
But he won't listen.
He won't stop kissing me. He won't stop protecting me.
But who will protect him?

Previously published as the Dirtier Duet (His Demand and Her Submission).

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Part One

Chapter one

Gabe

My brother is now officially married.

He’s also gone, headed off to his honeymoon, while I remain in the apartment that he now shares with his new wife, Carrie, and not by intent. It just sort of happened. They left for the airport and I never left their apartment. Even the dog and cat they recently adopted and now call their children have gone home with my sister and her husband.

Children.

My brother.

Fuck.

I tear away the tie at my neck, the jacket of my tux long ago gone, and walk to the liquor cabinet, perusing the selection of fine whiskey. “Don’t mind if I do,” I murmur, pouring myself a twenty-year whiskey, a luxury drink that we can all afford these days thanks to how damn well the merger between companies went—ours and that of Reid’s new wife. When my brother gets married, he does it forever. He even pulled their two companies into one.

Forever.

That will never be me. I thought it would be once, but that was a long damn time ago. Now, I just fuck and move on, but I do like that dog my brother adopted. Maybe I’ll have a kid of my own, aka a dog, forever and ever. My mind goes painfully back to our old family dogs, and I ax that idea. Dogs die. I don’t need to fall in love with anyone that could die on me. On that note, I need out of this happily-ever-after apartment. I down my whiskey, pull on the jacket to my tuxedo again and head for the door, grabbing my trench coat as I leave. I flip the light out and for a moment, I stare into the darkness, feeling the emptiness open an ancient wound. I shut the damn door.

A few minutes later, I exit their building into a cold December New York City night, and rather than walking to my apartment on the other side of Battery Park, I call a car. I don’t need more empty space to fill up with thoughts better left long buried, better left in the quicksand of my past. I’m at my office building in ten minutes, and I plan to go upstairs and work, but instead, I find myself in the bar of one of the popular restaurants next to our building. A high-end joint that sports the kind of high-end bar offerings my mood requires right now.

I enter the dimly lit spot and wave to the pretty brunette hostess, who’s about ten years too young to get my attention. At thirty-seven, I like my women confident and preferably worldly, not trying to figure out what essay to write for a college paper. Not that it should matter. I fuck and move on and yet somehow—it does. I absolutely need to know that the woman I just got naked with can hold an intelligent conversation, layered with life and experience, even if I don’t want to actually have that conversation. It’s just a thing to me I can’t seem to shake.

I cut right into the bar, lights flickering on small round tables, and for two days after Christmas, the crowd is heavier than I expect. Almost every seat in the place is taken, but the bar is bare and calling my name. I head that direction, order my favorite whiskey and bullshit with Kevin, the bartender who’s been here every day of the last five years. I, on the other hand, have practically lived at the building next door since I was a kid, actually since I was five. That’s when my father moved the law firm he founded here. “That brother of yours really got married, then,” Kevin says after I shed my coat and give him an eyeful of my tuxedo.

“He took the plunge,” I say, accepting my whiskey and making small talk I really don’t feel like making, but he lures me in with football and the Super Bowl coming up in a few short weeks that might actually be a month.

When he finally heads away to attend to another customer, I give the bar my back, my elbows resting on the wooden surface, when my gaze catches on a woman in the corner by the window, and something about her stirs the man in me. An unexpected reaction to a redhead with long, wild curls, when I don’t normally like redheads.

She’s thirtyish, I’d guess, maybe a tad younger, her features delicate and beautiful. She’s also alone on a Thursday night, a MacBook in front of her, and she’s intensely studying whatever is on the screen. That says commitment to her career. That says single, and that works for me. I don’t do married women. In fact, any married woman that wants to do me pisses me the fuck off. My pretty redhead must feel my attention because her gaze lifts and her eyes meet mine. She doesn’t blush and look away. She looks right back at me. She studies me. Bold. Confident. My cock is officially hard. I want this woman, but she cuts her gaze abruptly, as if she’s decided to end the connection with finality.

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Advertisement Wicked Secrets (Scandalous Billionaires #7) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones http://www.books2020.com/wicked-secrets-scandalous-billionaires-7-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Mon, 23 Sep 2024 09:22:22 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/wicked-secrets-scandalous-billionaires-7-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Suspense Authors: Lisa Renee Jones Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 70
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A sexy, suspenseful standalone...

There is a moment we all secretly crave, the moment when we look into another human's eyes, and feel the world spin beneath our feet. And it happened to me. I fell in lust and love, and everyday with him was passion and happiness. He was the other half of me and I trusted him more than I trusted myself at times. Then the truth came out and the truth was that he'd lied about his identity. He was not the man I thought he was at all. He was dangerous, so very dangerous, and I soon learned that I'd been a dove in a wolf's mouth, trusting I wouldn't be eaten alive.

The truth is that hiding would have been smart, I know this, of course, I know. But I wasn't giving up my life for a man who likely used me as a cover. He wouldn't be back and certainly didn't care that I was glass, slowly shattering inside, never healing, bleeding and bleeding some more.

Then one day it happened.
He came back.

Ashley's story - you met her in Dirty Boss, and now she's ready to tell her story. You do not need to read any book prior to this one.

Previously published as Dirty Rich Secrets.

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Part One

Chapter one

Ashley (Sandy for now)

Witness protection sucks.

After three months, I haven’t settled into acceptance of this new life at all, and most definitely haven’t stopped looking over my shoulder. A strong pull has me fighting that urge now, but I resist. Instead, I nervously huddle into my coat, pushing through the short walk home from work, the chill of one of the few cold days in Austin, Texas catching between the downtown buildings, the sun dipping behind the steel high rises. All the while, I’m wishing that I could turn back time. Wishing I never met Noah. Wishing I’d never fallen in love with a man who destroyed my life. Wishing I was back in New York City, still a paralegal, still an aspiring attorney, still named Ashley, still the right hand to one of the partners for the powerhouse law firm that had transferred me there from Houston.

But no, now, I’m a travel agent named Sandy, fighting that urge to look over my shoulder.

Because they even took my name, the only thing I had left that my parents gave me, except for my memories. Of course, being alone made me a target, no one to miss me and all that stuff. It also made me stupid silly for a hot man who went so far as to propose to me, when he ultimately would have killed me. I should have killed him. And I would have done it with the gun he taught me to use, all poetic justice perfection. A fantasy that’s interrupted by the increased intensity of that tingling sensation.

I scan the area, and my unease makes the few blocks to my apartment feel too far. I cut right toward a busy Mexican restaurant that won’t be kind to my waistline, but I need to just sit, calm down, and take some time to breathe. I’ll blow my diet without hesitation if it allows me to do those things in a busy restaurant where no one can grab me.

I enter the spacious location with wooden chairs and tables and soft Mexican music that adds to the environment. Mexico and Mexican food are a part of this city’s culture, which I might enjoy if I didn’t just want to be back in New York, where I had a job and friends. The hostess greets me and offers me a table by a wall of windows, but I decline when I would normally accept. I don’t need another way someone can watch me. I’m not sure I’ll ever feel safe by a window again.

I end up at a table in the corner that allows me to see the entire restaurant which is now packed with about thirty people, fifteen of whom are all at one big party table that sits between me and the door. A waiter, who is in his mid-thirties with dark curly hair, greets me, and I’m relieved when he barely looks at me. I spent a big portion of my life wanting to be the gorgeous redhead my mother was and feeling as if I wasn’t. Now, I’ve ensured I never will be as I’ve gone brunette, even though I was told I didn’t have to, but it feels like an extra shield. Just like the karate and weapon handling classes I’m taking do as well. Classes he of all people convinced me to take back in New York, and ones I’ve continued here in Texas. That fact still makes no sense to me. None of it makes any sense.

The waiter reappears, and I order food that I don’t really want and then sink back into my seat, scanning the restaurant again and frowning at the man sitting in the opposite corner of the restaurant behind the bar. I can only see his hands, and this bothers me. They’re strong hands, and as silly as it might seem, they feel familiar.

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Total pages in book: 224
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HE'S A MAN OF CONTROL. SHE'S THE WOMAN ABOUT TO TAKE IT.

Reid Maxwell is one of the top corporate attorneys and one of the most eligible bachelors in New York City. He likes his wins big, his women beautiful and in bed, not out, and most importantly the deep burn of his past buried. Until one woman, a most unexpected woman, challenges him in ways that might just destroy the invincible Mr. Maxwell.

Carrie West is captive to Reid Maxwell and a debt between their families she doesn't know exists. It should be so simple for Reid Maxwell. Claim the company that is now his. The problem: he's now obsessed with Carrie, the daughter of the man he's destined to destroy.

Now who's captive to who?

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Chapter one

Reid

“You’re a true-blue prick, Reid Maxwell.”

“Finally, something we agree on,” I say, leaning back in my leather chair, the phone at my ear. A real estate investor who just lost his ass on the line. “And my client likes that I’m a prick. It works for him, not you. The thirty-day notice stands. We’re taking over that complex September first.” I hang up, my gaze lifting to the doorway to find my pain in the ass sister standing in the doorway, holding a garment bag.

“Forget it, Cat,” I say, tossing the pen in my hand onto the desk and leaning forward. “I’m not going to the party.”

“You have to go to the party,” she says, hanging the bag behind my door. “You’re being auctioned off for charity.” She stops in front of my desk, her dress a sparkling mix of pink and purple, while her blonde hair is draped over her shoulders. My sister is a beautiful pain in the ass. “Tonight,” she adds, stopping in front of me. “It happens tonight, and you’ve known about it for two months.”

“I said no about ten times.”

“This is me doing PR for the firm. It’s a big deal with lots of press. And you need good PR since our dear uncle and father got in all that legal trouble, because in case you didn’t know Maxwell, Maxwell, and Maxwell is a law firm.”

“That dear uncle, wasn’t our uncle, but a ‘friend’ of dad’s, he made us call him uncle as kids. And I use the term friend lightly, considering he committed crimes while working for us which is why he’s long gone and so is the scandal he created. And thankfully, since he recovered from his stroke, the only thing our father’s guilty of is being an ass.”

“Like you?”

“Yes,” I agree without hesitation. “I’m an ass, but not like him.”

“Your own very special version of asshole,” she says. “Right. Check.”

I ignore that remark that. Where Cat is concerned, I deserve it and with growing regret. “Cat.”

“Yes?”

“You write true crime novels and your ‘Cat Does Crime’ column. Exactly why are you heading this PR operation for a problem two-years old? You don’t work here. I tried to get you to work here, but you refused.”

“You tried to bully me into doing what you wanted, yes,” she agrees. “And I’m heading your PR efforts because obviously, you cannot. Asshole and PR are not two terms that fit together.”

“Well then, how does having me auctioned off help?”

“Women foolishly love arrogant asses,” she says. “You’ll get big bids and attention for the firm. Bids for charity which means good press. That means, we hope, good press about you and the firm. And since I know what motivates you, good press means more money for the firm and you. The biggest names in New York City will be present. I’ve already said all of this. If Reese wasn’t married, he’d do it for his firm, too. It’s the most eligible bachelor thing, and as you know, at thirty-eight, you’re still a bachelor.”

“I prefer most ineligible bastard, and as for Reese, I couldn’t give a shit what your asshole husband would do.”

“Is that right?”

I glance beyond Cat to find Reese standing in the door in a damn tuxedo that looks like a James Bond costume. Shoot me the fuck now. “If you don’t see asshole as the compliment I do,” I say, “you aren’t half the attorney I thought you were.”

“I’m a criminal law attorney,” Reese says, “not a corporate raider like you.”

“I don’t raid,” I correct. “I help those who do, and in the end, the companies become bigger and better thanks to my efforts.”

“Put your tuxedo on,” Cat says. “We leave in fifteen minutes.”

My brother, Gabe, appears in the doorway next to Reese, and of course, he’s wearing a tux. “Aren’t you pretty?”

“Prettier than you,” he says. “How about a wager to prove it? If I auction off for higher than you, I get that bottle of whiskey you’ve been hoarding. The Dalmore 50 Crystal Decanter.”

“That’s a twenty-thousand-dollar bottle,” I say.

“And?” Gabe presses.

“And bring it on,” I say, standing up and looking at Cat. “This is my last PR event ever.”

“It’s your first PR event.”

“Exactly,” I say. “Now all of you. Leave. I’ll meet you in the lobby in fifteen minutes.”

Everyone leaves but Cat. “The good press has already started.” She sets her phone in front of me, and I read the headline: The blond, thirty-something hunks of Maxwell, Maxwell, and Maxwell give it all for charity. I stop reading and look up at her. “Is this supposed to convince me to go or stay here?”

She laughs. “Oh, you blond hunk you. We both know you’re going.” She sobers abruptly. “Too bad dad won’t come.”

“If the idea is to keep the attention on us and off his misdeeds,” I say dryly, just as damn sober as her now, “then I think that’s smart. He’s not a dumb person. He had to suspect what his best friend, who was like his brother, was up to. I damn sure know what Gabe is into at all times.”

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Total pages in book: 183
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A naughty fairy tale standalone with a HEA
SEDUCED FOR A NIGHT. TAKEN FOREVER.

With only nine months left at Stanford, and despite being top of my law school class, I take leave to care for my sick mother. That means juggling three jobs, the best of which is researcher for novelist, and syndicated columnist of "Cat Does Crime," Cat Summer.

One evening after leaving my Cat's apartment, I literally run into the hottest man I've ever seen, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome in a perfectly fitted suit that screams wealth and power, the kind I want to make for myself. The kind I will make for myself just as soon as my mother is healthy again. I don't have time for a distraction but it doesn't seem to matter where this man is concerned.

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Chapter one

Lori

The first meeting…

With an envelope in my hand and a garment bag to change clothes, I hurry inside the high-rise luxury building of Cat Summer. Cat being the pen behind the popular “Cat Does Crime” column as well as a New York Times Best Selling true crime writer that I’ve not only become part-time research assistant to, but who has turned out to be an amazing friend. Rushing through the luxurious lobby, I pass the security guard, who now knows me by name, and wave. A short elevator ride up and I’m at her door, knocking.

She opens the door in jeans and a T-shirt with her blonde hair piled on top of her head. I hand her the envelope. “That’s all the information you needed on that shady PI that was working for the prosecutor in the Milton case you’re writing about.” I motion to my bag. “I need to change and get to my day job. I’m running late.”

“Of course,” she says, hurrying back inside to allow me room to enter. “Come in and my God, Lori. I can’t believe you finished this research already.”

“I knew it had to get done,” I call out, hurrying down the shiny hardwood floor and turning right before entering the bathroom to the right of the stairwell.

I quickly toe-off my Keds, peel away my jeans and T-shirt, pull on a black pencil skirt, a black silk blouse, and a black jacket, before loosening my chestnut hair from its clip. I grab a chunk before I brush it and confirm that yes, thanks to my two hours behind the bar of a coffee shop, I indeed smell like the essence of coffee yet again this morning. I brush out my hair, spray it, apply lipstick and then finish off with a few pumps of jasmine perfume that seems to be the only scent that dilutes the coffee smell.

“Was the door for me?” I hear Reese, Cat’s hot, hunky husband call out, apparently home rather than at work. But then, he works at home often I’ve found, because he’s working on his second co-written book with Cat.

“It’s Lori,” Cat calls out.

Once I’m done, I zip my bag back up, and now I’m ready for my research job at a law firm that at least gives me case work that is interesting. I exit to the hallway and Cat calls out, “In the kitchen.”

I cut left and enter their stunning open living room wrapped in windows and turn right into the combined kitchen. “This is incredible work,” Cat says, from behind the gray granite island. “I want to talk about you doing more for me and about Stanford.”

“I would love to do more work for you, but Stanford has to wait.”

“You were top of your law class with six months to go when your mother had her stroke. She’s recovered. She’s gone back to work.”

And we have a hundred thousand in bills, living in a crappy apartment our bills forced us into, but I don’t say that. It’s the one thing I haven’t shared with her as we’ve bonded these past six months over chocolate, popcorn, and long nights working. “I really have to get to work, but I love you. You know I do and I’m excited for how this project will turn out.”

“Can you come by tonight?” she asks. “I really want to talk to you. Reese is having merger meetings here at the house, so we’ll have to go to the bar, but they have great coffee and cinnamon rolls.”

“Reese is merging his company?”

“An old school friend of his moved to Texas to take over his father’s massive firm. He’s in town and between the two of them, they’re plotting world domination. They’re meeting alone this morning, and then having advisors here tonight.”

“Considering your husband is one of the top criminal attorneys in the country, that’s huge. And yes, I’d love to. My mother is working tonight, so I don’t have to worry about waking her up.”

“Sounds like I’m not the only one trying to get you a life again.”

“I’m going to work,” I say, picking up her cup of coffee and taking a sip, because nowadays it takes me about three cups in the morning to get to noon. “That’s good. You could be the coffee queen behind the counter,” I tease, before heading toward the door.

“We’re going to talk about the coffee shop tonight!” she calls after me, but I don’t reply. She’s going to delve into my finances, and I can’t go there. I don’t want to be her charity case. I might work for her, but we’re also friends, and I want to stay friends.

I head out of the apartment and it’s not long before I’m in the lobby, preparing for the short three-block walk to my daytime office. I exit to the busy street, and round the corner when I smack right into a hard chest. In any city other than New York City, a hard chest might sound pleasant, but here, hard could be dangerous, dirty, or just plain mean. With the impact, I jostle and drop my garment bag, and while I intend to pick it up before it’s trampled by the glut of morning walkers, I do not. Instead, I suck in air with the realization that there is a big hand on the waist of my skirt, and my palms are planted on a chest, on either side of a blue Burberry tie.

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Advertisement Dirty Lawyer (Scandalous Billionaires #4) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones http://www.books2020.com/dirty-lawyer-scandalous-billionaires-4-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Thu, 13 Jun 2024 07:54:15 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/dirty-lawyer-scandalous-billionaires-4-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Authors: Lisa Renee Jones Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 179
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DIRTY, RICH ONE NIGHT STAND.
That's all it was supposed to be. Her. Him. Pleasure. And then a fast goodbye. He's a stranger. And yet, he's not. She knows him even though he doesn’t know her.

He's the powerful attorney, now world-renowned after coming off the trial of a century which was publicized across the country. And I'm one of the reporters that sat in his courtroom.

I watched him, studied him, got to know him from afar which isn't hard since I know his exact brand of confidence, arrogance, and wealth.

I know his type. I've dated his type. Which is why when I happen to come face to face with him, when sparks fly and heat simmers between us, I know what happens if I say "yes" to Reese Summer.

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Chapter one

Cat

Day 1: The Trial of the Century

Coffee is life, love, and happiness. Actually, it’s just alertness, and on a day that I’ll be covering the trial of the century along with a horde of additional reporters, I need to be sharp. That need is exactly why I’ve dressed in my sharpest navy-blue suit dress and paired it with knee-high boots before enjoying a fall walk to the coffee shop three blocks from my New York City loft. Only two blocks from the courthouse, it’s bustling with people, but the white mocha is so worth the line, and I’ve allowed myself ample time to caffeinate. In fact, I have a full two hours before I have to be inside the courtroom, and I plan to sit at a corner table and draft the beginning of my daily segment Cat Does Crime before heading to the courthouse.

I step into a line ten deep that slowly moves, and google the name of the defendant, looking for any hot new tidbit that might not have been live before bed last night. I tab through several articles, and I’ve made it to a spot near the front of the line when some odd blog linked to the defendant’s name called “Mr. Hotness Gets Illegally Hot” pops up in my search. Considering the defendant is a good-looking billionaire accused of killing his pregnant mistress, I buy into the headline and click. The line moves up one spot, and I move with it and then start reading:

I need help. I’ve done something bad. So very bad. I was told he would take care of me. Protect me. That was three months ago. I remember that day like it was yesterday. But now, it’s today, a world behind me and in front of us. I enter his office and shut the door. We stare at each other, the air thickening, crackling. And then it happens. That thing that always happens between us. One minute I’m across the room, and the next I’m sitting in his chair, behind his desk, with him on his knees in front of me. Those blue eyes of his are smoldering hot. His hands settle on my legs just under my skirt, and I want to run my hands through his thick, dark hair, but I know better. I don’t touch him until he tells me I can touch him.

I grip the arms of the chair, and his hands start a slow slide upward…

“Next!”

I blink out of that hot little number of a read and pant out a breath, feeling really dirty and gross, and with good reason. I’m hot and bothered over what I think is a fantasy piece about a man who is accused of pushing his pregnant girlfriend down the stairs and killing her. Correction, his pregnant mistress. Only the baby wasn’t really his, and he says he wasn’t her lover, and he was still charged over fingerprints on a doorknob.

“Cat!”

I jolt at my name as Jeffrey, who works the register as regularly as I visit, shouts at me from behind the counter. I take a step forward, only to have a man in a dark gray suit step in front of me. Frowning, I instinctively move forward and touch his arm. “Excuse me.” He doesn’t respond, and I am certain he’s aware I’m now standing right next to him. “Excuse me,” I repeat.

He doesn’t turn around, and now I’m irritated. I tug on the sleeve of what I am certain is his ridiculously expensive jacket and achieve my intended goal: He rotates to look at me, the look of controlled irritation etched in his ridiculously handsome face telling me I’ve achieved my goal. He now feels what I feel, and as a bonus: He now knows that despite my being barely five foot two, blonde, and female, I will not be ignored. “I was next,” I say.

“I’m in too much of a rush to wait for you to finish playing games on your phone.”

“Games? Are you serious?” I open my mouth to say more and snap it shut, holding up a hand to stop him from doing or saying something that might land me in a courtroom today for the wrong reason. “Wait your turn, like the gentleman you should be.”

His eyes, which I now know to be a wicked crystal blue, narrow ever so slightly before he turns to the counter. “A venti double espresso and whatever she’s having.” Mr. Arrogant Asshole looks at me. “What do you want? I’ll buy your drink.”

“Is that an apology?”

“It’s a concession made in the interest of time. Not an apology. You were the one on your phone playing—”

“I was not playing games. I was working, while you were plotting the best way to push around the woman who was ahead of you.”

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Advertisement Filthy Deal (Scandalous Billionaires #2) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones http://www.books2020.com/filthy-deal-scandalous-billionaires-2-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Mon, 25 Mar 2024 04:51:04 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/filthy-deal-scandalous-billionaires-2-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Insta-Love, Suspense Authors: Lisa Renee Jones Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 211
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
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A standalone dark romance from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Lisa Renee Jones.They say my father is ruthless, CEO of the Kingston empire, while I remain the illegitimate backup heir, son to his mistress. He sent me to Harvard where he no doubt expected me to fail but I don't fail anymore than I take charity. My mother is dead, and not only do I blame him, if I had my way he'd be dead, too.But I finished school and did it on my own dime. Now I'm the right-hand man to Grayson Bennett, the billionaire who runs the Bennett Empire, only a few months from being a billionaire myself. I don't need my father's company or his love. My "brother" and my new stepmother can have it all.And then she walks in the door, the princess I'd once wanted more than I'd wanted my father's love. She wants me to come back. She says my father needs to be saved. She doesn't know how dangerous a ground she walks, how deadly, too. I don't want to save my father, I want to end him, but on the other hand, I do want her. Deeply. Passionately. More than I want anything else.But she's the princess and I'm the illegitimate son. We don't fit. We don't belong together and yet, she says he needs me, that she needs me. We're like sugar and spice, we don't mix, but I really crave a taste. Just one. What harm can just one taste do?After all, I'm just like my father, or so I'm told.I'm ruthless in business and ruthless about getting what I want.And I want her.Off limits romance, intensely alpha hero, MF, standalone, dual POVPreviously published as the Filthy Trilogy, BUT this has been heavily updated. Same deliciously sexy story, new and improved delivery and scenes.

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Part One: The Bastard

Chapter one

Eric

When the Kingston family decides to throw a party, it means no less than two hundred people at their twenty-thousand-square-foot Aspen estate, valets at the door, an abundance of Kingston Motors luxury cars in the drive, and money. Lots of money, because Jeff Kingston has nothing to do with anyone who doesn’t have money, aside from me, his bastard son, otherwise known as the backup heir just in case my half-brother kicks the bucket.

I exit the guest house, where I’m staying until my meeting with my father tomorrow, which I shouldn’t have accepted. I don’t know why the fuck I’m even here, aside from the fact that these people are supposed to be my people, and leaving the SEALs was like leaving family. It’s hard to let go of that need for a family unit. Family. Right. What the hell was I thinking? Like I could ever really be a Kingston.

I travel down a stone path shrouded in flowers and low hanging trees, twisting left and then right until I enter the courtyard filled with bodies in fancy dresses and tuxedos like the one I’m in now. A waiter walks by and I snag a glass of champagne when I’d rather have whiskey, but I’ll settle for anything to get me through tonight’s launch of a new model of car. I barely give a shit about the old model, which is exactly why my father shouldn’t want me to work for him. I walk to one of the few dozen standing tables covered in white tablecloths, down my drink and accept another when my gaze catches on a woman, on her and just her.

She’s standing on the other side of the pool, a princess in a strappy black dress, with flawless ivory skin and long brown hair, surrounded by her subjects. At least, that’s how she reads to me, no doubt like every other socialite I’ve ever met in this godforsaken world, and yet I’m watching her when I never watch them. There’s something about this woman, a white swan among the black swans on a pond made of money and death, my mother’s death more specifically, since that’s how I got here.

My princess must feel my attention because she tunes out the conversation she’s having with several other people, her chin lifting, her gaze sweeping wide and then catching mine. I don’t even think about looking away. I don’t care that she knows that I’m watching her. I don’t care if she knows that I’m thinking about fucking her. I’m the bastard in these parts. From the time I was thrust into this place right before my senior year of high school, I do what I do and everyone whispers about it. I’m not going to change that now. Let them whisper about what I want, and this woman, whoever the fuck she is, is worth the whispers.

The man next to her touches her elbow, his gaze shooting my direction, his jaw setting hard with anger. Priceless and so typical of my father’s class of people. He’s pissed at me for getting his woman’s attention. He should have fucked her better. My cellphone buzzes with a text message and I cut my stare, downing my champagne and then reaching for my phone to find a message from Grayson Bennett, a close friend from my first go at Harvard right before I left and went into the Navy. Unlike me, he’s no bastard, but rather the true heir to the Bennett empire.

Call me, his message reads, which is typical Grayson. He wants something, he asks, and usually with actual words, not a text message. And since we have unfinished business, I don’t want to be overheard, I walk toward the house where I know I can find both privacy and that whiskey I’m craving. Unfortunately, I might just find my way to the rightful heir to the throne, right along with our father as well, but at least I’ll make my showing and get the hell out of here.

“There he is. My brother.”

My jaw clenches at the sound of Isaac’s voice even before he steps into my path. Think of the devil and he shall appear, I think, but this time, at least he’s come bearing gifts. He offers me one of the two whiskey glasses he has in hand. “The good stuff. The kind we drink around these parts.”

He doesn’t mean “we” as in me and him. He means “we” as in the Kingston family, which excludes the likes of me. Our eyes lock and hold, the drama of the past, the hatred between us palpable, and I have no doubt the crackle of energy around us is the attention of the room. We are, after all, the much whispered about heir and the would-be heir who despise one another. Him the prince, with thick, dark hair and green eyes, while I’m simply the bastard, with wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and a good four inches on his short ass. He tells everyone he’s five-eleven, but we all know he’s five-nine. I don’t look like I’m his blood. I damn sure don’t feel like I’m his blood, but my mother made sure I can’t be denied. She ordered the DNA test that changed my life and not for the better in my opinion.

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Advertisement Naked Truth (Scandalous Billionaires #3) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones http://www.books2020.com/naked-truth-scandalous-billionaires-3-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Mon, 25 Mar 2024 04:51:02 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/naked-truth-scandalous-billionaires-3-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Insta-Love, Suspense Authors: Lisa Renee Jones Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 213
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Jax North. He's handsome, brutally so, and wealthy. Our first encounter is intense and sex is my escape. I go with it. I go with him and what a ride it is. And then, I say goodbye. Only you don't say goodbye to a man like Jax if he doesn't want you to. I've challenged him without meaning to. He wants me. I don't want to want him, and yet, I crave him. And he tears me down, my resistance, my walls. But those walls protect me. They seal my secrets inside. And I forget that being alone is safe.Before long, my secrets begin to be revealed, and I trust him so deeply that I think maybe he can handle them. Maybe I dare to believe that alone isn't better.Until I discover that Jax was never an accident.He has secrets.He knew my secret. He came for me.

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Part One: One Man

Chapter one

Jax

The moon glows with white light and hangs low and round over the nearby ocean darkened by night as if it, like the hundreds of guests in the garden of one of the San Francisco Knight hotels, is watching the beautiful brunette and star of the night. Emma Knight, is that woman, the twenty-eight-year-old heiress to the hotel chain’s worldwide empire, who, in fact, lost her father one month ago. Now, her brother Chance rules their hotel empire and her mother has fled to Europe for reasons few, I suspect Emma included, knows.

But I know.

She stands next to Randall Montgomery, her brother's right-hand and confidant, a man who might be fit enough and decent enough looking if he didn’t act like he has a stick up his ass. A man on my radar for reasons he’ll soon regret. He wants Emma and her money and the empire her father founded. She is the furthest down the food chain of them all, and based on her history with her father, even further down than would be expected. No doubt, she inherited with her father’s death, but I wouldn’t be shocked to discover she was given a token instead of a goldmine.

The announcer stands at a podium and begins lavishly speaking of Emma’s father with purpose. Tonight, with women in fancy gowns and men in tuxedos, ice carved into sculptures and champagne poured in glasses, Emma is here to accept a philanthropy award on his behalf while her brother is curiously absent. If he were present, I wouldn’t be here. Neither I, nor any of the North family could stand her father, not that I find her brother any more palatable. Her father is gone, though, and now Emma is the proverbial queen of the hour. And the queen, unaware that she is, has had my attention for quite some time.

There’s irony in the fact that I, Jax North, the eldest now of the living North family offspring is, in fact, the man who watches her. An irony she’ll understand soon, but not too soon. For now, I stand at one of the rows of white-clothed tables, deep enough beyond in the crowd of people to be as good as in the shadows; a man whose family has done business with her family for decades, though l have been intentionally invisible in those endeavors just as I am here now. Present but unseen.

Emma steps to the podium, but not before I catch a glimpse of her pale pink floor-length dress. It’s elegant in its simplicity, in the way it highlights her slender but womanly figure. Her hands grip the sides of the podium and for a long moment, a full minute at least, she simply looks out across the crowd but doesn’t speak. There’s a charge of expectation in the room, a sense of the crowd pushing her to break the silence and when finally, her pink-painted lips part, the microphone crackles and squeaks. This seems to jolt her and she laughs nervously, a soft sweet laugh to match her sweet little ass. Perhaps the only sweet things about the Knight family.

“Thank you all for being here,” she finally says, and her voice is strained but suitably strong. “It’s an emotional night for me, as you might imagine, to be here tonight, among those honored who are living while my father is no longer with us. Even more so, to be present at a hotel that was the center of the world for him.” She cuts her stare and I can almost feel her struggling for composure, the way I struggle when I speak of my older brother.

“I loved my father so very much,” Emma adds, and the pain in her voice is it for me. I run a hand over the silk of my light blue tie, barely contained impatience in the action, but tonight isn’t the time; it’s not when I’m meant to find Emma and Emma me. It’s a thought that has me turning away and disappearing into the gardens, entering the hotel by a side door. I’m here in this hotel for one reason: Emma. It’s long past due that we meet. It’s long past due that she learns about the connection between her family and mine outside of a bookkeeper ledger. I stroll a carpeted hallway with elegant chandeliers dipping low at strategic locations, about to turn into the bar when I come face to face with Eric Mitchell, a man who is quite literally a genius. He’s also vice president in one of the largest corporations in the world.

“Long time, man,” he greets, offering me his hand. It’s a strong hand, and when I look into his blue eyes, I see the man born a savant, the man who sees numbers more than words. I see the man who helped Bennett Enterprises reach beyond a legal powerhouse to a conglomerate, even before acquiring an NFL team.

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Advertisement Beautiful Betrayal (Scandalous Billionaires #1) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones http://www.books2020.com/beautiful-betrayal-scandalous-billionaires-1-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Mon, 25 Mar 2024 04:50:59 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/beautiful-betrayal-scandalous-billionaires-1-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Insta-Love, Suspense Authors: Lisa Renee Jones Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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The minute I met Grayson Bennett I was charmed. I had no idea he was the billionaire boss, I'd just started working for. The minute I found out, I tried to pull back. I had reasons to need my job and rather desperately, and I couldn't risk an affair with the boss, destroying my career. I tried to stay away, I did, but our attraction was magnetic and Grayson's a man who knows what he wants, and he doesn't stop until he wins his prize. I was that prize and a willing prize at that. I fell in love, and hard, and how could I not? Grayson was nothing like what you'd expect of a man with insane amounts of money and power. He never made me feel like I was less than him, in fact, he made me feel as if I was everything to him, the reason he breathed. And he said, I made him feel whole for the first time in his life.But something happened, and the world as I knew it shattered.My heart shattered.The man I loved and trusted hurt me in ways I didn't know were possible. I will never be the same.Then suddenly life throws us back together and demands we face a common enemy, and just that easily I'm melting with his touch again, desperate to push him away and yet just as desperate to feel him close. I can feel how easily I could fall under his spell again, how easily my delicately mended glass heart could shatter all over again, how easily he could break me.I have to be strong.I will not fall in love with Grayson Bennett again.The problem is I'm not sure I ever stopped.Beautiful Betrayal is a contemporary, intensely emotional standalone romance with a HEA after a lot of struggles and misconceptions that might be upsetting to some to get there. This book contains a possessive alpha hero, plenty of explicit sexual content, and some profanity.

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Part One: Dirty Rich Betrayal

Chapter one

Mia

With my rental idling at the gate of Grayson Bennett’s beachside Hamptons mansion, I stare at the keypad. The code won’t be the same. It’s been a year now. He would have changed the code and yet, instead of punching the call button, my hand trembles as I reach for the numbers. I key in the code I once used often and the gate begins to creep open. I grip the steering wheel, some part of me wanting to believe that Grayson left the code in place because he hoped I’d come back. Which is ridiculous. The man betrayed me. He never loved me. He hurt me, and yet here I am, about to stand on his doorstep and ask to come inside his home and domain.

I drive the basic sedan that I picked up in the city to avoid a chopper service, and pull it around the circle drive, stopping on the opposite side of the house, where I park under my favorite willow tree. The minute I kill the engine, my heart thunders wildly in my chest. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I am. I’m here. I’m doing this. I slide my purse over my head and across my chest to allow it to rest on my jean-clad hip. I’m not backing out now.

Forcing myself to climb out of the car, I step into a gust of chilly late-October wind coming off the ocean. My light brown hair lifts, and the chill on my neck has me snuggling deeper into my light blue sweater. I inhale the fresh scent of the ocean, the taste of salt on my lips follows and so do the memories of this place, of me here with Grayson. I can’t believe how emotional this feels. Why can’t I just get over this man? I am over him. This is just me reacting to a time in my life when this man stole my every breath. It’s a part of me, just as he always will be.

With that mantra in my mind, I hurry forward and rush up the stairs of the understated mansion with three steeples and wood siding. My chest pinches with the realization that the last time I was here, Grayson had just inherited it from his late-father, a man I loved and respected. A good man with exceptional taste and standards. Raymond Bennett did nothing less than perfect, this stunning house included.

I stop at the door and reach for the bell, but my hand falls away, my lashes lowering, with the attack of memories that charge through my mind; the fight, the betrayal, the tears, so many gut-wrenching tears he didn’t deserve, but there is also so much more—the history. The way he made me feel like I was his world when obviously I wasn’t, but it doesn’t seem to matter. I can’t seem to forget him and standing here now, I can still smell his woodsy cologne and taste his passion and my God. My eyes pop open. What am I doing? I can’t be here.

I should have just called.

I turn and head down the stairs, but my attempted escape comes too late. The roar of an expensive engine sounds moments before a black Porsche Boxster, Grayson’s car of choice, circles the drive, and speeds toward me. I halt at the last step as he, in turn, halts the car directly in front of me. I hold my breath, preparing for the impact this man has always had on me, telling myself he won’t anymore. I’m not the same person I was when we were together. I’m stronger. I’m harder. I’m more jaded.

I won’t melt for Grayson Bennett.

He kills the engine and pops his door open, obviously not going into the garage. I’m here. He wants to know why. He unfolds himself and straightens all six feet three inches of his hard body, the wind catching in his thick, wavy dark hair, as my fingers often did in the past. He shuts his door, his unassuming, faded jeans and long-sleeved black T-shirt hugging every hard inch of a body that is just as perfect now at thirty-eight as it was at thirty-four when we met. Back when I was twenty-seven, his junior by eight years, and his wisdom and confidence inspired admiration and attraction in me.

He saunters toward me, his stride easy, but no less predatory, while oozing power and grace. He stops in front of me, towering over me despite the step down I have yet to take. He’s close, so very close. My gaze sweeps the hint of gray in his neatly trimmed goatee that I like a little too much. My lashes lower, and I breathe out before I force myself to look at him, my stare colliding with his potent green eyes and even with all my inner dialogue about not reacting to him, I am. I feel every touch I’ve ever shared with this man right here, right now.

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