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Taboo Streets Series by K. Webster – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:15:13 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Taboo Streets Series by K. Webster – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Loud Hot Roomie (Taboo Streets #4) Read Online K. Webster http://www.books2020.com/loud-hot-roomie-taboo-streets-4-read-online-k-webster Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:15:13 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/loud-hot-roomie-taboo-streets-4-read-online-k-webster Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Novella Authors: K. Webster Series: Taboo Streets Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)

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Money’s tight.
Which is the only reason I agreed to take on a roommate.
Enter Riko Valentine who’s loud, messy, and half my age.
The first time I saw him, he was limping through physical therapy with my ex’s help.
Now he’s crashing in my spare bedroom, leaving dirty dishes everywhere, and driving me insane.
He’s chaos. I’m control.
He’s a spoiled rich kid. I’m a hardworking delivery driver.
We’re nothing alike.
But the longer we live together, the more those lines blur.
His laughter gets under my skin.
His teasing makes me lose my grip.
And one kiss is all it takes to ruin everything.
Because falling for my too-young, too-wild roommate isn’t just reckless…
It’s forbidden

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To those who need an instalove, feel-good romance to make you swoon, sweat, and smile.

I got you.

Money’s tight. Which is the only reason I agreed to take on a roommate.

Enter Riko Valentine who’s loud, messy, and half my age. The first time I saw him, he was limping through physical therapy with my ex’s help. Now he’s crashing in my spare bedroom, leaving dirty dishes everywhere, and driving me insane.

He’s chaos. I’m control. He’s a spoiled rich kid. I’m a hardworking delivery driver. We’re nothing alike.

But the longer we live together, the more those lines blur. His laughter gets under my skin. His teasing makes me lose my grip. And one kiss is all it takes to ruin everything.

Because falling for my too-young, too-wild roommate isn’t just reckless… It’s forbidden.

A taboo age-gap MM romance featuring a grumpy delivery driver, his loud hot roommate, and one very off-limits attraction. No cliffhanger and an HEA guaranteed. This is a two-hour read and can be devoured in one sitting. This story takes place in the Taboo Streets world and can be read as a complete standalone.

What to expect:

Roommates

Age Gap

Grumpy x Sunshine

MM Romance

Forced Proximity

Taboo Streets World:

Room for Three (MMF Age-Gap Romance)

The Neighbor’s Son (MF Older Woman/Younger Man, Age-Gap, Hurt/Comfort Romance)

My Mom’s Man (MF Age-Gap, Forced Proximity Romance)

Loud Hot Roomie (MM Age-Gap, Opposites Attract Romance)

Nestled between the streets of Wicked Hollow and Secret Haven lies Moonlit Gables.

A quiet little townhouse complex where people mind their business.

Where secrets stay behind closed doors.

Where the things you shouldn’t want are just a little too close for comfort.

Here, temptation lingers in the air. Lines blur. Morals slip. And once you cross that line?

There’s no going back.

Some love stories are messy. Some are twisted. And some? Shouldn’t happen at all.

Welcome to Taboo Streets.

Derek

What was I thinking moving into the townhouse right across from my ex?

That’s right. I wasn’t thinking. I’d been so desperate to live anywhere than under my parents’ roof, I took the only affordable place for rent in this godforsaken city. And it’s not that affordable if I’m being honest with myself.

How did I let my life unravel so much?

It’s hard to believe not even two years ago, I was fairly happy with my ex, Casey, and our simple life. Was it exciting? No. Did I love her? Yes. Was I happy? No. When she’d gotten pregnant, I’d allowed myself to hope for a little growth in the happiness department by way of a baby. Casey was ecstatic which trickled down to me.

But then she lost it.

That started the final corrosion of our already deteriorating relationship. Ultimately, it led to the end of it. I moved out and in with my parents, had to replace my stupid truck, and am finally living on my own again, even if it’s really too expensive for me and the view is of Casey’s backyard.

I scrub a palm over my face and scan the sparse space. Mom and Dad had pity on me. They updated their own living room and bedroom furniture, passing down their old stuff to their nearly forty-year-old son who can’t seem to get his shit together.

It could be worse, I suppose.

Not much, though. I’m pretty close to rock bottom.

Unable to keep myself from the kitchen window, I prowl over to it, telling myself I’m going to load the dishwasher rather than spy on my neighbors. Well, one in particular.

And, like every afternoon around this time, Casey is out on her walk with her best friend, Clara. The part that’s new is the stroller Casey is pushing.

She has a baby now and it’s not mine.

I’m still a little mind blown she married our landlord’s son. He’s so fucking young, but even I can admit he treats her a helluva lot better than I ever did. Doesn’t mean I’m not harboring a little jealousy, though. He has the life I wanted, but somehow never could nurture and grow to life.

It’s pretty stalkerish for me to watch her walk by, and even creepier to try and look at her baby. But, I do. I gawk at them like they’re exotic animals in the wild. Casey looks great. She’s been walking religiously with Clara and her ass looks good in her leggings. It was always my favorite part about her. My cock twitches at the reminder of seeing her naked. God, I miss the sex.

Get it together, man.

Lusting after another man’s wife is not fucking cool at all.

I force myself away from the window when I hear my phone buzz on the coffee table in the living room. It’s probably the dating app. I created it just to take a peek at what was out there, but opened a can of worms in doing so. Every woman who contacts me through that app compliments my body and boldly asks to take it for a ride in some form or another. And, as much as I really need to get laid, there’s an urgency and coldness about their proposed hookups that turns me off. I don’t answer any of them.

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Advertisement My Mom’s Man (Taboo Streets #3) Read Online K. Webster http://www.books2020.com/my-moms-man-taboo-streets-3-read-online-k-webster Sat, 30 Aug 2025 08:42:17 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/my-moms-man-taboo-streets-3-read-online-k-webster Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love, Novella Authors: K. Webster Series: Taboo Streets Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)

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My mom has always needed saving.
And Reid Foss—the gruff, broody man who owns our townhouse complex—was the one who stepped up.
He let us move into his house.
Paid the bills.
Kept the lights on when Mom couldn’t.

But I’m not my mother.
I don’t want to be rescued.
I want him.

Reid is my mom’s boyfriend.
Our landlord.
Twice my age and completely forbidden.

But every morning run, every heated glance, every accidental touch…
It makes the line between wrong and right harder to see.
Until we cross it and everything changes.

I’m not just the girl he let move in.
I’m the woman he can’t stop thinking about.
And the secret we’re keeping?
It’s about to come out

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Reid

I can’t avoid my girlfriend forever.

Or can I?

Finding projects to work on to keep Moonlit Gables running is a never-ending quest. There’s always something to do. It’s not odd for me to spend long hours in the management office doing tedious tasks like paying bills or handling rent payments. Plus, maintenance around here is a full-time job. Each time I get a coat of paint on something, it’s chipping off something else.

There’s no need to feel guilty about my long hours away from the townhome we now share. I’m not actually avoiding her. Amara’s busy anyway pulling tons of shifts cleaning for the elite on the good side of town. I’m busy with property management. It’s just how relationships go at times when you’re both busting your ass to make a living.

Like with Brayden’s mom, Joni? What about Maria or Clarissa or Sherry?

With all of them, even my son’s mother, there was a distinct moment in each of those relationships where I’d gone from aching to take care of them with every fiber of my being to…full on resentment. I’d then pour myself into work to avoid dealing with the resentment.

There’s something wrong with me.

A good man would suck it up. That’s kind of our point in life, right? To get with a woman you love and make certain unspoken vows between you to ensure all her needs and wants are met. The desire to take care of her isn’t something that should just vanish into thin air one day.

And yet, it always does.

I should give my buddy, Easton, a call. Being a preacher, he’ll no doubt have sound advice. Maybe he can just tell me to get my head out of my ass and be a real man for once—in a “man of God” kind of way, of course. Hell, I’ll even drag myself up to the old church on Sunday and meet with him in person.

What if he can’t fix me?

Overworking myself to avoid a painful conversation isn’t something I can do forever.

Having that conversation would mean telling her to pack up and leave. Honestly, it shouldn’t be that hard. It’s not like it would come as any surprise. We haven’t had sex in far too long and I don’t even care anymore. Things just haven’t been the same since I let them move into Gordon’s old unit and Amara broke her promise to pay rent.

Why did I let them move into that unit?

Because you’re a sucker, man.

And, because Amara has a daughter.

That’s where things get tricky. If it were just Amara, I think I could stand firm in my decision. But, knowing they have nowhere to go, and I’d be putting not one but two people out on the street? Yeah, I can’t do it.

Fuck.

A gust of cool air rushes through the management building and swirls into my office, indicating a visitor. Since the mailroom is up front, I get a steady stream of visitors each day. Well, aside from the beer bros. Kevin and Tyler, being the little drunkard princes they are, have to be reminded to pick up theirs usually after about a week.

“Hey, Dad.”

All the angst and turmoil bleed out of me the second Brayden saunters into my office. Pride fills my chest at the sight of him. He’s grown so much in the past six months. Not only did he graduate high school, but now he’s got his own kid on the way. Unlike myself, Brayden was able to man-up and treats Casey like a queen.

Meanwhile, his dad is hiding in his office like a pussy, so he doesn’t have to see his own woman.

“Bray,” I say, grinning at my son. “What’s new? Haven’t seen you in a few days.”

Brayden plops down in the chair across from me and arches a dark eyebrow at me. “About that… Where’ve you been?”

He may’ve moved out, but he didn’t go far since he lives with our neighbor.

I guess it’s crystal clear why I’m avoiding home.

“Been busy.” I shift my gaze to a faded tattoo on my thumb. Brayden. His name written in script was the first tattoo I got right after his birth. Been getting them ever since and have a badass sleeve of them on my right arm I’m proud of. “You know, since someone left me high and dry.”

Brayden snorts out a laugh. “I’m a phone call away if you need help. You know I’ll drop everything.”

It’s true. Even though he’s working on renovating his own property to lease, he still does whatever I need for him to.

“To me,” he continues, voice turning gentle, “it feels as if you’re hiding from certain people.”

I try not to wince at the truth coming from his mouth but fail miserably.

“That obvious, huh?” I grumble.

“Yup. You’d think she would see it too.”

If she’s noticed, she hasn’t said anything. When I do bump into her, she’s affectionate and chipper. I’m sure a lot of that is her putting on a front for Emma, but still, there’s nothing to indicate Amara is hating where our relationship has gone as much as I do.

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Advertisement The Neighbor’s Son (Taboo Streets #2) Read Online K. Webster http://www.books2020.com/the-neighbors-son-taboo-streets-2-read-online-k-webster Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:08:24 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/the-neighbors-son-taboo-streets-2-read-online-k-webster Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Novella, Taboo Authors: K. Webster Series: Taboo Streets Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)

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From USA Today Bestselling author, K Webster, comes a short, forbidden age-gap romance novella!

Getting dumped was rough.
Losing the baby? Heartbreaking.
Now I’m thirty-six, single, and stuck in a body I barely recognize.

Clara says I need fresh air and a fling.
I wasn’t expecting the fresh air to come with a stolen cat…
Or him.

Brayden Foss.
My sweet, quiet neighbor.
Freshly eighteen.
My landlord’s son.
Totally off-limits.

But he’s not a boy.
He cooks for me, looks at me like I’m everything, and shows up when no one else does.
Even when I push him away.

It was never supposed to be more than a spark.
But this thing between us?
It’s real. It’s wild. It’s ours.

A spicy, emotional age-gap romance featuring a soft but protective younger man, a broken-hearted older woman, and one meddling cat. No cheating. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed. This is a two-hour read and can be devoured in one sitting. This story takes place in the Taboo Streets world and can be read as a complete standalone.
Trigger Mention of prior miscarriage and body image insecurities.

Taboo Streets
Room for Three (MMF Age-Gap Romance)
The Neighbor’s Son (MF Older Woman/Younger Man, Age-Gap, Hurt/Comfort Romance)
My Mom’s Man (MF Age-Gap, Forced Proximity Romance)
Loud Hot Roomie (MM Age-Gap, Opposites Attract Romance)

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Casey

Two years down the drain.

I wait for the tears to come, but they’re all dried up. I’ve cried so much for Derek, the baby we lost, and the deterioration of our once-great relationship.

Now I’m just numb.

Most of Derek’s things fit easily into the bed of his truck. He’s leaving me with all of the furniture we acquired while together and essentially taking only his clothes in the drawers and closet. Since he’s so neat, and doesn’t collect things like I do, it’ll be as if he were never here.

My gut hollows out and bile creeps up my throat.

At one time, I might’ve obsessed over possibly being pregnant again, but I’ve just come off my period. Plus, the last time we had sex was right before the miscarriage three months ago. The nausea is just from being sick at the situation we’ve found ourselves in.

I pushed too hard on everything—wanting to move in together, wanting to get married, wanting to have a baby. The only thing we accomplished was the first, and now that’s gone.

“Take care of yourself,” Derek says, unable to meet my eyes. “I’ll be around if you need me.”

The man isn’t a bad one. He’s good to his core. It’s just, the more I spiraled from the pain of our loss, the further he drifted from me. Our last several weeks have been nothing but shouting matches that always ended with me crying, and ultimately, him breaking it off with me.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to mutter, giving him a half wave. “I wish…”

He flashes me a grim smile. “I know. Me too. Bye, Casey.”

The somber finality in his words makes my throat clog up with emotion. I manage a nod and then watch him climb into his pickup truck. Derek, the man I thought I’d spend my life with, drives away, leaving me empty and heartbroken.

With a heavy sigh, I head back inside, noting how it already feels lonely without him. Tapping on the backdoor, though, jolts me out of my terrible mood. My friend, and one of the other neighbors here at Moonlit Gables, grins at me through the glass. I can’t help but smile back at her.

Clara has been my rock the past few months. We’re so different it’s not even funny, but I’m grateful for our friendship.

“Let’s walk,” she says when I open the door for her. “You told me to hold you accountable. This is me doing that.”

The last thing I want to do is walk the trail that circles the ponds and gardens at our townhome complex. I’d rather crawl into bed, sniff Derek’s pillow, and pretend this breakup never happened.

“Raincheck?”

Clara snorts. “Nope. Put your shoes on.”

Seeing Clara is a reminder that I do want to walk, even if I don’t feel like it today. She’s slim, has curves in the right places, and actually has muscles. Men do a double take when she walks by.

Meanwhile, I put on weight with the pregnancy and continued to gain even after I lost the baby. I’ve jumped several sizes in clothing from my usual size eight to eighteen. Even though Derek says our breakup has nothing to do with my weight gain, my self-esteem disagrees.

Nah, Casey, he broke up with you because you’re a nutcase, not because you’ve had a fixation with gummy worms and Oreo’s for the past few months.

I grumble, ignoring Clara’s giggles, as I shove my feet into my sneakers. “Today is not really the best day.”

“Because Derek moved out?” She shakes her head. “It’s because of that you do need to get out and walk. It’ll make you feel better.”

We exit my townhome onto my back patio. Off to the left, I can see Travis’s Dr. Pepper can wall hiding the view there. Maggie, who lives between us, doesn’t understand boundaries. I’m sure now that Savvy has gone to live with him and Travis, she’s really been on “nosy neighbor alert.”

“Get back here, you bad cat!”

An orange cat leaps off Maggie’s back patio and darts under my wooden deck to hide from the woman. Clara snags my arm and hurries me toward the walking trail, so we don’t get swept up into a conversation with Maggie. The lady is kind of mean and demanding, so I’m not mad to make our escape.

Once we make it to the trail, and are far enough from earshot of Maggie, we take a minute to stretch. I try not to be envious of Clara’s flat stomach that peeks out at me when she raises her arms over her head. Instead, I tug at the T-shirt I stole from Derek, hoping to hide the growing bloat in my stomach. I have got to stop stress eating sour gummy worms.

“A man asked for a happy ending today,” Clara tells me once we start walking. “If I had a dollar for every time that’s happened to me, I’d be rich.”

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Advertisement Room for Three (Taboo Streets #1) Read Online K. Webster http://www.books2020.com/room-for-three-taboo-streets-1-read-online-k-webster Thu, 01 May 2025 18:18:43 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/room-for-three-taboo-streets-1-read-online-k-webster Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Taboo Authors: K. Webster Series: Taboo Streets Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)

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From USA Today Bestselling author, K Webster, comes a short, forbidden age-gap romance novella!

Tragedy has left me with nowhere to go.

Until my dad’s best friends—a stern cop and a cocky electrician—take me in and give me a home.

But Cole and Travis are used to being bachelors. Having a young woman to now look after is difficult to say the least.

Lucky for them, I don’t want to be taken care of.

I want to push their limits. I want to break their rules. I want them.

They’re twice my age. Off-limits. Completely forbidden.

The longer we live under one roof, the harder it is to pretend there’s not chemistry brewing between us.

I’m not their responsibility anymore. I’m their temptation.

And one reckless week will change everything.

Room for Three is a short, forbidden age-gap romance featuring two possessive alpha men, one defiant young woman, and enough heat to burn the house down. No cheating, no cliffhanger, HFN guaranteed. This is a two-hour read and can be devoured in one sitting. This story takes place in the Taboo Streets world and can be read as a complete standalone.

Taboo Streets
Room for Three (MMF Age-Gap Romance)
The Neighbor’s Son (MF Older Woman/Younger Man, Age-Gap, Hurt/Comfort Romance)
My Mom’s Man (MF Age-Gap, Forced Proximity Romance)
Loud Hot Roomie (MM Age-Gap, Opposites Attract Romance)

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Nestled between the streets of Wicked Hollow and Secret Haven lies Moonlit Gables.

A quiet little townhouse complex where people mind their business.

Where secrets stay behind closed doors.

Where the things you shouldn’t want are just a little too close for comfort.

Here, temptation lingers in the air. Lines blur. Morals slip. And once you cross that line?

There’s no going back.

Some love stories are messy. Some are twisted. And some? Shouldn’t happen at all.

Welcome to Taboo Streets.

Savvy

I’ve escaped those people I was forced to live with.

Finally, I’m free.

Anxiety crawls through me, making my skin itch and stomach roil. If I were truly free, I’d be moving into a place of my own right now.

“Everything okay?” Enzo asks from the driver’s side, casting a worried look my way.

I force a smile, nodding. “Yep. Excited to see my dad’s friends.”

“I’m glad you’re staying with them until you can get on your feet. It sucks they weren’t able to let you come live with them sooner. We really tried, Savvy.”

Gnawing on my lip, I attempt not to cry. After my parents’ death in a car accident last year, Cole and Travis immediately offered to take me in, knowing Dad would’ve wanted that. Growing up, they were like my unofficial uncles. Unfortunately, the judge didn’t rule in their favor because they weren’t my relatives. Apparently, since the home they share is only two bedrooms, it wasn’t appropriate to bring a girl into. She ordered me to live with a foster family instead.

“You still have my number,” Enzo says, as though reading my thoughts. “You’re no longer a ward of the state, so I won’t be your social worker anymore, but I will be someone you can trust. A friend.”

I know he means well. If I would have told him about the way my foster family treated me, he’d have gotten me out of the Monahan’s massive prison mansion. But I didn’t want to rock the boat, and I knew turning eighteen was rapidly coming. I just had to hold out a little while longer.

“Thank you,” I say and mean it. “I’m happy to finally be moving there. Dad adored Cole and Travis. He would’ve wanted it this way.”

As we make our way down Wicked Hollow Street, I can’t help but feel unnerved. Will the guys still want me there? And for how long am I welcome? I’m still in high school, despite turning eighteen, so I can’t exactly work full time right now.

I need them.

I hate that I do.

God, I miss you Mom and Dad. I took you both for granted.

Moonlit Gables, the townhouse complex Travis and Cole live at, comes into view. It’s a lot different than the foster home I just left. The cars parked there aren’t BMWs or Porches. Travis has a motorcycle that barely runs and a rusty pickup truck he uses for work. Cole drives a Ford Explorer police vehicle. Other cars in the lot are nicer than the truck, but not by much.

It reminds me of home.

My real home.

“Want me to help you bring your stuff inside?” Enzo offers as he pulls off Wicked Hollow and into a parking spot next to the police car. “I’ll do whatever you need.”

I shake my head as I grab my backpack from the floorboard. “I can do this on my own. Thank you for everything.”

Because Enzo is a good guy, he smiles and honors my wishes. I climb out of his vehicle and pull my backpack on. Once I’ve grabbed the trash bag full of my clothes from the backseat, I wave goodbye to him.

Now what?

I wait for him to drive away before turning and heading for unit four on the corner. As I pass unit three, I notice an elderly woman with wiry gray hair watching me from her window. She doesn’t wave or smile. I hurry past her to the door of my new home.

Do I knock?

Do I walk in?

I hate feeling out of place in this world. It’s been that way since the death of my parents. All I want is to belong again. I’m not sure if this situation with Dad’s friends will be lasting or another step before I get to my final place I’ll call home. The uncertainty rushing through me makes me dizzy.

Breathe, girl.

Instead of breathing, I hum a jingle from an insurance company commercial. It’s a stupid habit, but it calms me. With my heart in my throat, I knock on the door. Male voices can be heard inside, and then the door swings open.

“Savannah.”

My cheeks burn hot with embarrassment. Cole Hayes, a local cop, fully dressed in his blue uniform, scowls at me as if I’ve done something wrong.

“Hey.”

“This is your home now,” he chides, eyebrows furling together. “No need to knock.”

Someone chuckles from behind him. “Way to scare her on the first day, dumbass. Come in, Savvy.”

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