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The Game Series by Cara Dee – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:14:13 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png The Game Series by Cara Dee – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 The Memories We Made – Remembering Us – Part 1 (The Game #15) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.books2020.com/the-memories-we-made-remembering-us-part-1-the-game-15-read-online-cara-dee Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:14:13 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/the-memories-we-made-remembering-us-part-1-the-game-15-read-online-cara-dee Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, M-M Romance Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)

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The Game Series, #16 • Standalone Duet • Book 1 of 2 • Hurt/Comfort • Family • Dom/Dom • Opposites Attract • Angst
Ash and Nathan’s story begins on a blistering day in Philadelphia, with a rough-around-the-edges scaffolder yelling outside the office of a trauma specialist. Psychology major Nate decides to give this brute a piece of his mind.

The friends who told me to move on didn’t have a clue what they were talking about. Moving on wasn’t happening—and I knew that better than anyone after being trapped at the bottom of a heartbreak for an excruciating year now, where I had nothing but crippling anxiety and our memories to torture me. Everything we’d built, the family we’d created, the pictures, that damn National Parks passport, the ring on my finger, echoes of laughter and promises… I’d been there, watching you, being your test subject, as you’d become the rope rigger you were today. With amusement glinting in your eyes, you’d called me the OG bondage bunny. Me, the primal predator, who thought about chasing brats through the woods, your bondage bunny.

We’d given each other laugh lines. We’d loved so damn hard. We’d stood in front of our friends and family and vowed to fight for us forever.

Almost twenty years together. Four beautiful children.

What the hell happened, Nate?

You didn’t have to tell me. I already knew. I was a coward. I’d let my fears hold us back.

The question now was if I still stood a chance, because…frankly, living without you was impossible.

I’d do anything to get you back

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CHAPTER 1

Twenty years ago

Philadelphia

Ash Riley

“Oi, what’s the goddamn holdup?” I yelled down toward the sidewalk. “We still don’t have a midrail on fourth!”

“Your old man left!” Davey hollered back.

I widened my arms. “That doesn’t answer my fuckin’ question, man!”

But where the fuck had Dad gone off to? He’d told me just last night I wasn’t ready to end my apprenticeship yet, and now he’d left me alone with his crew? In triple-digit heat in the middle of fucking Philly?

“There’s somethin’ goin’ on inside!” Garcia yelled. “They stopped construction, and someone wants to talk to you!”

Oh, for the love of⁠—

I grabbed my discarded tee and tucked it into my belt, then started climbing down four flights of scaffolding—when all I wanted was to hit the nearest pool. I bet my brother wasn’t sick at all. He was probably over at our folks’ place enjoying said pool.

Once I was back to ground level, Garcia filled me in while I wiped sweat off my forehead and headed to the entrance of the office building. I didn’t know what he meant by construction stopping, because approximately fourteen million power tools were currently running and quite possibly making this the loudest neighborhood in the city.

But Garcia explained that the problem concerned the offices near the front of the building, and several people working in there had complaints. One of them wanted to talk to “whoever’s in charge” too.

“Are they fucking joking?” I asked incredulously. “Did they think fixin’ the entire exterior and the lobby of an old building was gonna be quiet? And for the record, I’m not in charge. We’re the quietest crew around for miles.” We weren’t doing any construction.

“I don’t know what to tell you, man.” He shrugged, and he pointed toward the elevators. “One of the other guys told me to get the ‘loud, shirtless fucker shouting outside the windows on the fourth floor.’”

I rolled my eyes and stepped into the car.

Go figure, Garcia smirked and stayed in the lobby.

Whatever. I didn’t need to defend myself to nobody. I was following orders. And if someone bitched about shit being loud right now, they didn’t need to talk to a lowly apprentice working for his old man’s scaffolding business. They needed to talk to the contractors or whoever owned the building.

The elevator dinged on the fourth floor, and I stepped out, only to crash into a lanky suit guy.

“Shit, my bad⁠—”

“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” he blurted out and stumbled back. He pushed up his glasses and widened his eyes—and lemme tell ya, those eyes wandered. He looked to be my age, maybe a little younger.

He was hot, in that dorky yuppie way. Dark hair, a little wavy, warm features, blue eyes. Nice, cut jaw.

I flexed a little bit. That was an eight-pack, not six. They deserved all the attention.

“Wait, it’s you.” He narrowed his eyes next. “You’re the guy screaming outside my boss’s office window.”

I lifted my brows and held the elevator doors open when they tried to close. “First of all, I don’t fuckin’ scream unless the Eagles are losing⁠—”

“In other words, you’re a screamer.”

Whoa. Was this suit giving me hate-speech attitude?

It was my turn to narrow my eyes. “If I were you, I wouldn’t piss off the guy you need something from in order to please your dumbass boss. And on that note, what the hell is he expectin’? For the building to be renovated quietly?”

That made the yuppie glare, and he pointed down the hallway. “She is currently consoling a wife who just lost her husband to cancer. All her patients have suffered trauma or are drowning in grief, and there you are, right outside her window, shouting about midrails, toeboards, and couplers—whatever the fuck that is—and it’s as if you’re physically unable of uttering a single sentence without saying motherfucker, bitch-ass shit, and goddammit.”

Fuck me, he was getting hotter by the second.

I’d always liked them feisty…

“That sounds terrible,” I stated. “She shoulda rescheduled the sessions. We’ve had this job booked for months, so I’m assuming youse’ve been warned.” I leaned closer to him. “That’s three sentences without cursing, motherfucker.”

He snapped his mouth shut and clenched his jaw.

I had nothing else to say, so I backed into the elevator again and⁠—

“You ate paste as a kid, right?”

My hand shot up and caught the doors when they tried to close again before I even knew it, and I stared at him, wondering if I’d heard him right. Had he just implied I was fucking stupid?

“Seriously,” he said, stepping closer. “Do you lack compassion altogether? Have you never lost anyone? We can’t just reschedule sessions with patients who depend on us in the darkest periods of their lives. Are we supposed to sit in there till five PM every day and apologize for your language to patients who’ve just lost a loved one or struggle to get past a robbery⁠—”

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Advertisement For the Night (The Game #15) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.books2020.com/for-the-night-the-game-15-read-online-cara-dee Thu, 22 Aug 2024 20:05:31 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/for-the-night-the-game-15-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Kink Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
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The Game Series, #15 • FF • Hurt Comfort • Friendship • Found Family • D/s • S/m • Brat prank • TPE Event

Mistress Penelope Darling has spent the past ten years cherishing the Mclean House community she once founded with her closest friends. All of them gay men, most of them viewing her as a bossy little sister to be reckoned with. She’s also been in a loving relationship with her girlfriend—or so she thought.
After finding out her sub cheated on her, Penelope gets rid of everything. Her home, all the knickknacks, every picture…the girlfriend, of course. Her new plan is to never, ever be in a relationship again. She’s going to be a for-the-night Domme. Good for casual fun and friendship. That’s it.
Enter Nora Lilja. A new member. A ballsy young woman. A primal brat. A breath of fresh air with an angel on one shoulder and an irresistible devil on the other.
Penelope surrounds herself with friends and distractions. It’s a big month, with parties and events to plan. A cute newbie won’t break her resolve. Even when that girl turns out to be very, very persuasive, going so far as to claim she doesn’t want Penelope for the night.
She wants a shot at forever.

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The Game Series is a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we don’t match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, one thing is certain. This is not a perfect world—and maybe that’s why the happily ever after feels so good.

The characters in the Game Series cross over in multiple books, as we follow not only new love interests but the background friendships and dynamics of a thriving kink community.

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CHAPTER ONE

Penelope Darling

“Honey, I love you, but I’m never helpin’ you move again.” Reese draped a sweaty arm around my shoulders, and I chuckled breathlessly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’mma take off all my clothes and jump in the pool.”

“Sounds cold.” We’d just opened up the pool a couple days ago.

Reese smirked down at me. “That’s why God gave me eight inches of dick. There’s room for shrinkage.”

Ugh. I made a face and shoved at him, and he laughed.

While he jogged off to cool down on the other side of the house, I trailed up the porch steps and reached River as he lit up two smokes.

“You weren’t kiddin’ about a fresh start,” he noted, handing me one.

“It’s all or nothing.” I nodded in thanks and took a drag, glancing over at my truck.

It was full, and that was the last of it.

The condo had been sold. All the furniture too—or donated. And I’d emptied my cabin out here at Mclean as well. New shit was arriving tomorrow.

I exhaled some smoke and felt a sense of peace settling over me.

Definitely a fresh start. Great timing too. Spring was giving way to early summer, and the football-field-sized front lawn was bright green and dotted with white and yellow flowers.

Coincidentally, I was also in between jobs. I started my new position in a month, and until then, I was just gonna enjoy some time off.

“So what’s next?” River walked over to the seating area, and I followed and aimed for the other sofa. “You gonna try to find a new condo right away?”

I’d thought about it, but… “I think I’ll ride out the summer in the cabin.” Besides, it was my turn next to help River, Reese, and Shay move in to their new house up the road in a few weeks. It’d be nice to be close by for that. And honestly, I didn’t wanna be alone anymore. I’d had months of moping and raging.

Ella was out of my life, and now I was ready for barbecue nights, pool days, and events.

I wanted to live again.

I wanted to be close to my friends.

“It’ll be a good summer.” River leaned back and kicked up his feet on the dusty coffee table. “The brats are on crack. We won’t be bored.”

I grinned and took another drag.

I’d heard about the brat shenanigans. River, Reese, and several others had just come home from a cruise, and the Tops were all up in arms about something the brats had planned. No one knew yet, though River had a solid theory he’d shared with me.

We fell into a comfortable silence, and I reveled in the serenity. This was the right move for me. Fuck love and relationships and all that nonsense. I was going to spend this summer—and presumably the rest of my life—just chilling with my second family here at our kink haven. A big, three-story Victorian filled with torture devices and bright, sadistic minds.

In a way, the seven men I’d started this community with were all my brothers. We were completely different and yet all the same. Greer was the big oaf, the gentle giant, the former Marine, the Master who got on my case for smoking occasionally. Macklin was everybody’s little brother, who was also one of the kindest. River and Reese were my partners in crime. River and I could sit like this and do nothing. Reese took me to the shooting range when he felt I needed to blow off some steam.

Lucas was the fusser. He took me out to lunch and brunch and coffee dates to check up on me. His man Colt sent me memes, Spotify links, and actual steaks.

And Lucian…the stiffest of them all. The high-protocol Master who’d turned into a teddy bear since getting together with his foursome… He was kinda like Lucas lately, actually. In his own way.

I didn’t need anybody else, did I? I had them and their partners.

“Are you gonna be here this weekend?” I asked, putting out my smoke in an old coffee mug.

River made a face. “I don’t know. I have half a mind to distract Reese and Shay with a hike or somethin’.”

Yeah, that sounded like him. Not only was it Easter this weekend, but some members had decided to host a play party for kinksters interested in exploring new fetishes. Events like that attracted newbies and people on the prowl for hookups and eternal love.

“You?” he asked.

I blew out a breath. “I’d like to say fuck Easter and the bunny it rode in on, but I signed up to cover Lucian’s DM shift.”

Lucian had finally realized he was completely burned out a few weeks ago, so we’d come together to remove him from monitor duty. He wasn’t allowed to host events for a while either, including our monthly Game.

“Have fun with all the newbies,” River drawled.

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Advertisement Parts of Us (The Game #14) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.books2020.com/parts-of-us-the-game-14-read-online-cara-dee Sat, 30 Mar 2024 18:33:29 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/parts-of-us-the-game-14-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Taboo Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)

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The Game Series, #14 | Doll Parts Sequel | MMMM | M/s | DD/lb | Hurt/Comfort
Grab your favorite stuffie and join Cam, Lucian, KC, and Noa as they jump over life’s hurdles together with their kinky friends as support. Brat shenanigans are to be expected, starting with an Easter Egg Hunt—that has a twist—and continue until they’re off on their Caribbean cruise.

I could admit, when my boyfriend and I finally got together with our Master and Daddy Dom, I’d thought that this was it. I was going to cruise through the rest of my life high on love.

Six months later, I knew that the reality of a happily ever after was much more complex, messy, and beautiful. I learned to see it in the little things. Like in the smiles between Master and Daddy that whispered of their thirty-year-long friendship, in how my boyfriend lit up when he got a new stuffie, and in how we painted the walls of our home with all the raw emotions life brought. I saw it in the way our dynamics evolved, how we truly were four parts of a whole, and how we overcame obstacles.

We did have one obstacle we couldn’t postpone any longer. My boyfriend still hadn’t told his mother that he wasn’t dating only me. He was dating her ex-husband, the man who’d been his stepfather. We also had to convince our Master to cut down on work because he was stressing himself out, and his blood pressure was already high.

Then one night, I lost my footing when he collapsed and an ambulance drove off with him.

We couldn’t be us without him. If one was missing, we were just…parts.

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The Game Series is a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we don’t match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, one thing is certain. This is not a perfect world—and maybe that’s why the happily ever after feels so good.

The characters in the Game Series cross over in multiple books, as we follow not only new love interests but the background friendships and dynamics of a thriving kink community. This is the second story that follows KC, Noa, Cam, and Lucian. Parts of Us is best enjoyed if you’ve read Doll Parts first.

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PROLOGUE 1

A couple months ago

Cameron Jacobson

“Forgive me—I’m rambling,” Archie laughed softly. “What step are you on?”

“No problem! Step twelve—putting the dish in the oven.” I grinned to myself and closed the oven, then set the timer for forty-five minutes. “You?” I went to wash my hands and push play on my background playlist again.

“Almost there too. Just adding the Parmesan.”

I dried my hands before I adjusted the earbuds. “To sum up, we’ve had a great holiday, we need a new book for our book club, and it’s nice to get back to normal routines.”

He chuckled. “Exactly. I mean, I loved meeting Master’s family, but they’re such a wild bunch. When one yells, there’s no one to tell them to lower their voice. No, they shout even louder.”

That cracked me up, ’cause he was just describing Noa. And, to an extent, KC. KC could definitely meet Noa at his level. “I have two people like that in my life. Noa and my cousin Parker—and KC gets an honorary mention. Don’t let the corporate lawyer schtick fool you.”

Good thing I was home alone, because KC and Noa would include me in the same group, which was so fucking wrong. I had my tiny brat moments—nothing more.

“Like Sloan!” Archie exclaimed. “Because Master’s usually the hell-raiser, Sloan comes off as the calmer of the two. But that’s just setting the bar low. Sloan can push buttons like mad—which you obviously know.”

I sure did. I snickered under my breath.

In the background, I heard Master Greer going, “Who you callin’ hell-raiser, baby?”

I grinned and started wiping down the counter. Master would be home in about half an hour, so I had time to prepare his appetizer too.

“Definitely not you, Owner,” Archie teased. “I’m talking to Cam. We’re cooking together.”

“I see.” Greer’s voice sounded closer, and it was soon followed by an audible kiss between the two. “Hey, pet. Everythin’ good?”

“Yes, Sir. How are you?” I smiled and opened the fridge to haul out the ingredients. “Archie told me you spoiled each other over Christmas.”

“Good and proper,” he confirmed with a chuckle. “If you ask me, Corey went overboard. He—hold on.” There was some commotion in the background, a mix of dogs barking and a kid crying. “I’ll be right there, sweetheart! Oi, Jason—your sister’s upset. Don’t just walk past her. Where’s Kyla?”

“Corey has her. They’re upstairs. Shoo, Sir.” Archie clearly wanted his phone privacy back, and I waited, amused, until things quieted down again.

By then, I had everything out for Master’s antipasto platter.

Since he’d told me his doctor wanted him to cut down on salt and red meat—according to Master, there was “slight concern” about stress and “slightly elevated” blood pressure—I’d done my best to serve him less antipasti. But it was difficult because he loved his charcuterie, olives, marinated artichokes, and stuff like that.

And call me a fretter, but when someone overused the word “slightly,” it raised a red flag or two.

He was going back to the doctor next week, and I could only hope things hadn’t gotten worse. I couldn’t actually believe it, because he hadn’t worked less. He hadn’t made an effort to sleep better. His hours at the office remained insane.

For now, I kept it all to myself.

Instead of an appetizer, Archie was preparing a loaf of bread and side salads with their dinner, so we chatted about upcoming events while we worked. He and Macklin were hoping to put together a cooking class at some point, and Archie and I wanted to plan a demo about going the extra mile for our Owners.

Archie couldn’t decide which topic to go with. “I mean, I feel like body worship has been covered—and I say that as a complete newbie in the community. But it’s usually the first kink that pops up.”

That was true.

I placed two slices of brie on the plate before moving on to the olives. “We could also do two examples of my idea.” I threw that out there. “It doesn’t have to be a huge, elaborate event. Sometimes, we just wanna share some tips and tricks.”

Archie hummed, thinking it over. “I suppose… Actually, our versions of that would look different, so it’s not a bad idea. Luxury unboxing for you, special teatime for me.”

I laughed. “Luxury unboxing—let’s fucking call it that.”

He laughed too. “I don’t know how else to describe it! When you first told me about it, it sounded so posh and luxurious.”

And his version didn’t? Please.

I’d seen the pictures he uploaded online sometimes, how he spoiled his Owners rotten with snacks served on silver trays, little sugar bowls and jams and freshly baked scones. His food porn was like stepping into Victorian England or something.

“Discreetly changing the topic, by the way,” Archie went on. “How did the meeting go with your boss?”

“I haven’t had it yet—officially—but we talked in the cafeteria at work before the holidays, and he doesn’t foresee any problems,” I replied. “I’m gonna see him first thing on Monday.”

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Advertisement Hide With Me (The Game #13) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.books2020.com/hide-with-me-the-game-13-read-online-cara-dee Sat, 25 Nov 2023 22:13:10 +0000 https://www.booksnovels.com/hide-with-me-the-game-13-read-online-cara-dee Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, M-M Romance Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)

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𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 • 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐱 • 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 & 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 • 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 • 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩 • 𝐃/𝐬 • 𝐌𝐌𝐌 • 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞Don’t mind the sweet scent of waffles. That’s just little Gael breaking the resolves of two protective Daddies, one shy yet sinful bite at a time.It’s no coincidence Gael Grimes is in Professor Aavik’s class. He’s had a crush on the professor since he first spotted the man in the kink community they’re both part of. According to Gael, Professor Aavik is just super dreamy! Distinguished, charismatic—a total silver fox. But when Gael’s ex-boyfriend ignores the restraining order against him and tries to reach out, another man steps out of the shadows, and Gael is suddenly at a loss for words and can’t describe the intense attraction.Private investigator Joshua “Santiago” Jones has been keeping an eye on Gael for a while as a favor to a friend. Under different circumstances, he would’ve loved to get closer to Gael. The boy’s cuter than words, definitely on the Little spectrum, funny, smart…but this is work. The only reason Santiago has to get close now is to protect Gael from his stalker ex-boyfriend.–The Game Series is a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we don’t match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, one thing is certain. This is not a perfect world—and maybe that’s why the happily ever after feels so good.

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PROLOGUE 1

Santiago Jones

A few months ago

“Look at you, joining the private sector. I like the scruff, Detective.”

I chuckled and slapped my hand to Reese’s. “Thanks. No need to call me detective anymore, though. How are you?”

“All things considering…?” He blew out a breath and smirked wryly. “Eh, life’s great and all that.”

I knew he meant it, but yeah, the fire. That had to be one hell of a headache.

He sat down on the stool next to mine and shrugged out of his leather jacket, and I flagged down the bartender to order Reese the same beer I was drinking.

“Any word from the fire marshal yet?” I asked.

When I’d heard they’d had a fire out in Mclean, in their kink community’s slice of heaven, I’d thought it was much worse. That was how rumors worked. All the kink crowds in DC had talked about it online, and then a friend told a friend who told a friend who told me.

Since then, I’d double-checked with the friends I had who were actually part of the Mclean community, and while the damage was extensive, the whole house hadn’t burned down—and no, nobody had died.

“Nah, it’ll be a while longer,” Reese replied. “Not as long as it evidently takes to see you at an event with us, but you know.”

Ha! Now he could cross that jab off the list.

“I’ve been busy with work,” was my lame defense. “If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t cheated on you with my old community.”

He gave me a look, then paid for his beer. “You better not.”

No chance. I was done. Truth be told, I’d been thinking about joining Mclean House for a while. They had that big estate of theirs, and I was sick of pop-up events at nightclubs in the city.

“So…at the risk of adding more work to your plate,” he said once we were alone again.

I was listening.

He took a swig of his beer. “It’s been brought to my attention that one of our members might be in trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“That’s what I don’t know,” he said. “Two subbie boys were discussing the fire—how it was started—and one of them joked that maybe we should investigate if we had any enemies.”

I let out a laugh.

“Yeah, that was my reaction too,” he chuckled. “But the other boy got weird about it. Fidgety and anxious, I was told.”

Ah. I nodded slowly, assuming what came next. “You want me to make a few calls?”

“If it’s not too much hassle,” he said. “River would’ve done it if we weren’t swamped with the rebuild and all the lovely chats with the insurance company.”

Yeah, I could imagine.

“No worries.” The worst had settled for me anyway. I had a handful of cases that turned me into the nine-to-five worker I’d wanted to be after so many years on the force. I’d finally gotten my coffee addiction under control, and I was down to two smokes a day. “What’s his name?”

“Gael Grimes,” Reese answered. “I’d like for his privacy to be respected as much as possible, so maybe a direct hit into a possible criminal record rather than digging around his social media.”

Interesting definition of privacy, but I knew what he meant. Strike where I might find answers quickly.

“I can’t imagine him having a criminal record, though,” he added, frowning to himself. “Kid’s afraid of his own shadow—and as far as I know, he’s only befriended Colt and Luke’s boy.”

I pulled out my phone and jotted down Gael Grimes. “How old is he? Gael.”

“Twenty-three,” he said. “He turns twenty-four on March 11. Oh, and he moved to DC from Berkeley last summer.”

That was interesting. You didn’t move across the entire country for no reason. “It’s not the most common name, so I have enough to go on. I’ll see if he has family in the area. If not, maybe he’s running from someone.”

“That was my thought too. Fingers crossed that ain’t the case.”

I pocketed my phone again. “But you don’t suspect any foul play with the fire?”

“Fuck no—I can guarantee it was faulty electrics,” he said. “An old house like ours…?” He shook his head. “Besides, we know who comes and goes out there. I’m not sayin’ it’s impossible for someone to sneak by, but—” He stopped with another shake of his head.

Fair enough.

PROLOGUE 2

Gael Grimes

Shortly before Christmas

No, no, no, @HeadOfTheHouse was correct. I removed the straw from my mouth and sat up straighter on the couch, then typed a response on my laptop.

In addition to what @HeadOfTheHouse said, we also repositioned a satellite and spied on Argentina and sent the intel directly to the British fleet. If that’s not help, what is?

After submitting the comment to the discussion, I clicked on @HeadOfTheHouse’s profile and nodded as my guess was correct. It was Greer Finlay. He’d started interacting more in the Kinky History Lovers group lately.

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Advertisement Prowl (The Game #12) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.books2020.com/prowl-the-game-12-read-online-cara-dee Thu, 06 Apr 2023 07:50:23 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/prowl-the-game-12-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)

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The vacation is over for the four men you met in Apex Predator, and now it’s time for Ty and Walker to be on the prowl to secure their happily ever afters.
What do you do when you come home from a vacation that changed your life?
Walker McKenna was finally back with his husband and beloved submissive, Macklin. They had their work cut out for them, and they were ready. Walker had spent four years trying to get over the love of his life, and it just wasn’t happening. He couldn’t go back to that life-sucking void of an existence. But that didn’t mean his new path was paved with roses and unwavering confidence. When the ghosts of past hurt and insecurities grabbed hold of both men, Walker had to go on a hunt once more—and this time was different. This time, he found support in a new friend. A man with a fresh take on life, devilish charm, and a mission of his own.
Ty Madison returned home to DC and the blizzard of the year. He had one goal. To make Lane his—permanently. Ty couldn’t just write off the insane week they’d shared down south as a vacation fling. They belonged together. But before he went after the young man, who had his reasons for avoiding attachments at all costs, they had a storm to weather, and Ty found himself alone in his house with Walker. A man with insight, incredible charisma, and troubles of his own.
Maybe some missions were best executed as a team.

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PART III

PROLOGUE

January 1

Lane Sawyer

Oof, it was gonna be a hot day.

The water was completely still when Ty and I left the boat with Terra in tow. It was only eight in the morning, and we were banking on the others being asleep. Except for Reese, maybe. We’d encountered him in the water a few times—for a morning swim, same as us.

“So you don’t get hungover at all, huh?” Ty squinted and smiled sleepily.

I chuckled. “I didn’t drink all that much last night.”

Ty was incredibly sexy in the morning, not to mention extra affectionate and horny. This was his life down here. Shorts, tees, flip-flops, a swim before breakfast—and sex—whether he was hungover or not. He could’ve slept for longer, but he’d woken me up with his cock, and I wasn’t complaining one bit. I was an early riser most of the time anyway.

When people were asleep, I had the time to tidy up, prepare my day, and go through my schedule.

An everyday routine I was returning to all too soon.

We were going home tomorrow.

“Last night was fun.” Ty yawned and dug out a plastic bag from his pockets. Just off the boardwalk, before the houses took over, was a patch of greenery where Terra did her thing every morning. “Macklin’s certainly another man compared to the guy who came down here.”

Yeah, that was an understatement.

I scratched my elbow and inspected the new dressing on my arm. I wasn’t as good at it as Ty was, but I’d done all right. It would keep the wounds clean today, at least. I was just glad the souvenir from the Nile monitor didn’t hurt any longer.

Reptiles were safe, I kept repeating to myself. Despite the claw marks and bites they left behind sometimes, they were much safer to think about—to discuss—than pondering the relationships changing around me.

Of course Macklin was a new man. He’d been reunited with the love of his life. With his Master and husband.

What that meant for my own relationship with Macklin was still a mystery—and sadly an excellent motivator for me to maintain an emotional distance. Somewhat, anyway. I mean, I adored him. I adored him as my boyfriend. But having a “primary” was not in my cards, as much as that sucked when I glanced at Ty.

This week had been…

A kinky fairy tale.

I couldn’t describe it in any other way.

Ty and I had clicked on every fucking level, it seemed. But then I thought about Macklin and Walker—and my dynamic with Macklin—and I just knew I would’ve been freaking out to the point of complete meltdown if I’d been more invested emotionally. Too much uncertainty and instability. No, I needed solid ground, even if I stood there alone.

“You were a changed man last night too.” I sent Ty a teasing grin.

He hadn’t been lying the time he’d told me that he was a chatty drunk. He’d been fucking cute. When our party had broken up at around three in the morning, he and I had spent another hour or two just talking. Or he’d done the talking, and I had cleared the trash and the dishes on the boat.

He winced and smirked at the same time, and then he tied the little plastic bag and rejoined me on the boardwalk. He helped Terra up too. She could always jump off the boardwalk, but it was too high up for her to get back up.

“Refresh my memory,” he requested. “I talked a lot about the Air Force, didn’t I?”

Oh, I’d gotten his entire career summed up.

“I know everything now,” I laughed softly. “I know where you went to school, how you ended up enlisting, where you’ve been stationed, how you met Colt, what got you hooked on engineering, the fact that you apparently have seven patents to your name, and something about a missile test site in Arizona.”

I’d soaked up every word like a love-sick idiot.

Ty Madison was a passionate man. I’d witnessed the nature-loving hedonist all week, but there was more to him than that. In the Air Force, he’d been a man of structure and discipline. He’d been in charge of a big crew working on… Oh, technical terms. Electronic warfare. The development of software and tiny stuff to create big booms. He wasn’t just one of those who did his part and that was that. He’d been involved in every aspect, from coding to constructing the hardware.

Shortly before we’d fallen asleep, he’d mumbled about how the Air Force had given him the stability he’d needed in a chaotic time. He’d been so young too. After all, Ty had become a dad before he’d turned eighteen. He himself had grown up without a father, so the military had sort of filled that role.

“By the time we lost Marina’s mom, I’d gone through basic training and started my studies. Givin’ all that up would’ve caused more harm than good in the long run, so I was grateful my ma stepped in. The three of us became a unit—me, Ma, Marina. If I was shipped off somewhere, Ma came along with Marina.”

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Advertisement Apex Predator (The Game #11) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.books2020.com/apex-predator-the-game-11-read-online-cara-dee Sun, 29 Jan 2023 00:17:49 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/apex-predator-the-game-11-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Angst, BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 90
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The Game Series • Book 11 • Primal Play • MMMM • D/s • Second Chances • Hurt Comfort • Vacation Romance
Pack your sunscreen and strap in for a wild ride and a kinky vacation that doesn’t go as planned.

Lane Sawyer had no complaints. Not really, anyway. After all, he’d just been invited to spend a week down in sunny Florida with his amazing boyfriend Macklin and some of his kinkster buddies. That was exactly what Lane needed. Uncomplicated fun and the promise of no drama—and hopefully a close encounter or two with the apex predator of the Everglades, the Burmese python. He loved, loved, loved reptiles.

But Florida was home to more than one apex predator. When Lane arrived, he found himself face-to-face with their host for the week, his high school girlfriend’s dad. The man who’d once made Lane realize he was into men.

Macklin McKenna couldn’t wait to get away. The problem was, he needed a vacation from himself more than DC. But maybe a week in South Florida with his friends and his adoring boyfriend Lane could distract him from the fact that he was never getting over the man he was still technically married to.

The characters in the Game Series cross over in multiple books, as we follow not only new love interests but the background friendships and dynamics of a thriving kink community. The story of Lane, Ty, Macklin, and Walker begins here—but if you’re interested in secondary characters and the Mclean House journey, you won’t regret starting at the beginning.

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PART 1

PROLOGUE

December 20

Macklin McKenna

I took a swig from the bottle, brushing my fingers over the brass number on the door. Number 9. This used to be my home. His home. Our home, after he’d asked me to move in.

Someone else lived there now.

I hiccupped and rubbed the back of my hand over my eyes. Then I drank some more vodka and headed next door. Number 11. I knocked three times, hoping I wasn’t making a huge mistake.

The way I figured…if anyone could understand, it was him.

Urgh. Paint dots. They bothered me. I leaned against the doorframe and squinted at a little drop of dried paint, and I couldn’t stand it. I had to scratch it off.

In between sips of tasteless, weak vodka, I managed to remove the little excess paint, and I looked closer. Huh. Underneath the gray paint was dark green. Who’d a fuckin’ thunk it?!

“Whoa.” I stumbled back as the door opened.

Dean stood there. A blurry version of him.

“Did you know the doorframes used to be green?” I asked.

Professor Blurry Dean looked concerned and a little amused. “Rough night?”

“Blah.” I handed over the vodka bottle to him and walked past him.

I kicked off my shoes and jacket.

This was nice. He’d only returned to DC a few weeks ago, and his condo was already back in order. Just the way I remembered the place, with its dark walls in natural colors, countless bookcases, chesterfield furniture, and expensive rugs.

He was such a professor.

Like, the stereotypical kind. Only thing missing, really, was corduroy. He already rocked his salt-and-pepper hair and trimmed beard, and the occasional cashmere sweater vest too.

“How did you get your place, you know, all Dean-like again so fast?”

He closed the door and set the vodka on a shelf I couldn’t reach.

Bastard.

“I never rented it out,” he replied.

Oh. Well, I guessed that made sense. Stanford had all but begged him to teach there for a few quarters, so I bet they’d paid for his accommodations. Plus a hefty salary. But now he was back home, and he was returning to GW after the holidays.

I slumped down on his couch and eyed the fire in the corner. I loved old buildings like this one. Walker and I had had a fireplace too. Though, our coffee table had been tidy. Dean’s was littered with books and printouts.

“How are you feeling, dear?”

I scrunched my nose and leaned back. “Like shit. And you know whose fault that is?”

He sighed and walked over to his old-fashioned drink cart. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say Walker.”

I tapped my nose and nodded, even though he had his back to me while he poured himself a drink. “Correct,” I said. “Your stupid little brother. Fucker won’t stop haunting me.”

I saw him here too. Not in too many places, but Dean had a handful of family photos on the walls, and he was closest to Walker. They weren’t related by blood, but they were similar, nonetheless. Dean was…how old? Fuck. No, I could do this. Walker was almost forty-eight, and Dean was six or seven years older, so that was…math.

I scrubbed vigorously at my face, trying to clear the fog.

They were a long way from Knoxville, Tennessee. Most of the time, you only picked up a hint of a Southern drawl. They’d toned down their accents in college.

They were both Doms too.

“Does it feel good to be back home?” I asked. “How’s kink life in San Francisco?”

He smiled a little and brought his whiskey or whatever to the couch, and he sat down next to me with a grunt. Old-man noises. “Rather wild, I must say. There’s an old scene and a young scene. You don’t want to end up in the wrong one.”

I laughed. “I’d definitely go for the old one. Bunch’a hot Daddies all over the place.”

I was glad Dean was home again, though. He belonged with us at Mclean House. Walker and I had recruited him when things were still good between us. Between Walker and me.

It hadn’t been awkward, to be honest. Primarily because we’d avoided attending the same events if they were on the smaller side. If they were big, there was no issue. Our community was large enough that you could get lost in a crowd. And then when Walker and I were over, Dean and I had an unspoken agreement to keep avoiding each other, just not as strictly as before. So…maybe he’d ended up at a private event I’d hosted not long ago, and maybe I’d seen his naked ass while he plowed someone else.

It was a nice ass. I was allowed to say that about my brother-in-law. It didn’t mean anything. Besides, I was thirty years old and in a very open relationship. It went without saying that I looked.

“So what did Walker do this time?”

I lolled my head along the back of the couch and squinted. Dean had a reading lamp right behind him. “His ass isn’t here.”

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Advertisement The Secret Plan (The Game #10) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.books2020.com/the-secret-plan-the-game-10-read-online-cara-dee Fri, 18 Nov 2022 16:25:14 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-secret-plan-the-game-10-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 47
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It's the sequel readers have been waiting for. Colt, Kit, and Lucas are back from Their Boy and ready to spread their—holiday cheer.
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The Game Series is a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we don’t match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, one thing is certain. This is not a perfect world—and maybe that’s why the happily ever after feels so good.

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PROLOGUE

Kit Damien

“Little Rudolph! The mischief factory on wheels is here!” Colt hollered from downstairs.

“Okay, thank you, Daddy!” I rushed to screw on the caps on the paint jars before I switched off my lamp and hurried out of my hobby room.

Today was going to be so fun.

And for me to even think that was proof of how far I’d come these past six months. I was barely shy at all anymore! I had more friends than I could count on all my fingers, I was a total brat, and I had so many plans. I loved, loved, loved that. Almost as much as I loved my Daddies.

I darted down the stairs, past the second floor, all the way to the first, where Lucas waited with my coat. The living room was super cozy now with Christmas decorations everywhere. Rosa had helped us; she had the right touch for it.

Lucas smiled. “You realize this outing raises a fair bit of suspicion, yes?”

I grinned impishly and pushed my arms through the sleeves. “How so? We’re just gonna buy Christmas gifts for our amazing toppy Tops.”

Colt laughed in the kitchen. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s all you’re gonna do.”

It totally was! Sort of!

“Do you have your wallet down here, love?” Lucas asked, poking his head into the kitchen. “Mine’s upstairs.”

“Sure.” Colt joined us in the rush-hour traffic zone between the kitchen, the living room, and the hallway. “You were gonna eat at Macklin’s, right?”

“Yes, Sir.” I nodded and zipped up my coat. It was freezing outside, but the snow didn’t want to stay on the ground just yet. “I’ve saved so much of my allowance, I’ll have you know.”

’Cause I wanted to buy them the best presents in the world. But yeah, okay, so I was still going to dip into my bank account, which I thought was understandable. The allowance thing was mostly symbolic—and to keep track of my ice cream spending.

Colt handed me a fifty, which made me look at him all puzzled. “Treat Gael to lunch too.”

Oh! “Sometimes I forget you’re a Sadist, Daddy.” I pocketed the bill. “You’re so sugary sweet, you know? Thank you very much.”

He furrowed his brow. “I give you lunch money, and you insult me to my face?”

I laughed and hugged him. “Isn’t it better I do it to your face than behind your back?”

That made Lucas crack up.

“Fuckin’ brat,” Colt chuckle-muttered. “Gimme a kiss.”

Gladly. I reached up when he dipped down, and I gave him a big smooch.

Then it was time to hurry. My friends were waiting. I had friends now.

Lucas and Colt followed me to the door and peered outside, smirking when they saw the teal-colored brat van Noa, Cam, and a new member named Camden were in charge of. But Camden was sort of a hybrid member…? I was fuzzy on the details, but he and his two Daddies lived primarily in Nashville and New York. They weren’t in town now.

“Have fun today, sweetheart.” Lucas kissed me on the forehead.

“I will. Love you, Daddies!” As I yanked on my mittens, I ran out to catch my ride.

Tate opened the door and smiled. “Hop in, hon.”

I beamed back. “Hi!”

Oh gosh, so much fun. Tate was here, and Cam was driving, Noa sat next to him, then Corey and Shay…

“Where are Gael and Archie?” I knew Macklin wasn’t joining us till we had lunch at his restaurant.

“Gael canceled—said he wasn’t feeling well,” Tate answered.

Oh poop. I had to call him later.

“Archie’s on Daddy Duty with Greer,” Corey responded. “Sloan spent all day yesterday with Kyla and Emma-Jo outside, and now they’re sick. They get sick aaaall the time! Not super sick but enough to get cranky and feverish and sleep a lot. So Greer is cuddled up with the girls, and Archie’s fussing over Sloan.”

Aw, that sounded all kinds of sweet. And I only thought that because I’d recently gotten to experience that with Colt and Lucas. They’d come down with some stomach bug that’d kept them in bed for two days. And they’d been so pitiful and adorable!

After three hours of shopping, we arrived at Macklin’s restaurant in Logan Circle, completely famished.

“Right on time.” Macklin smiled and gestured toward the stairs. “I’ve reserved one of the smaller dining rooms for us.”

One of the reasons I loved his restaurant. It used to be condos way back, and now it was a popular establishment with several themed dining rooms. It was like coming to a new restaurant every time, depending on the room you ended up in.

We headed up to the second floor and down a hallway, until we reached what Macklin referred to as the lounge. The tables were a little lower, the chairs a little cushier, the lighting a little dimmer. It was perfect!

Two servers joined us, and the moment I sat down and shifted my shopping bags between my feet, a menu was extended to me.

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Advertisement Senseless (The Game #9) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.books2020.com/senseless-the-game-9-read-online-cara-dee Wed, 26 Oct 2022 19:50:11 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/senseless-the-game-9-read-online-cara-dee Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Kink, M-M Romance Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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It’s been a long fall for the kinksters at Mclean House, but soon the house will finally be ready for action again. If anything, the fire only brought them closer as a community, and that’s how they’re mastering the rebuild—together.
They have one week to get the second floor finished for the upcoming event, Senseless, and there isn’t a minute to waste. But of course, hard work doesn’t mean there’s no time for the Sadists and the brats of Mclean to multitask and have a little fun too. Reese promises cuddles in the dark and possibly a ball gag, Kit is super-excited about a gift he’s won for Daddy Colt, Kingsley can’t help but picture a future with Tate in which they start a family, Noa has a bratty surprise, poor Greer is having his chest shaved for a frigid photo shoot—actually, so is Colt. Those about to watch are really looking forward to that.
I’m down to clown, as Corey would say!

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MONDAY

Reese | Shay | River

Reese Tenley

One AM. Let’s get this over with.

“He’s back for a new round, guys! Acton is five foot nine and weighs in at 170 pounds of sleek muscle, the give-no-fucks attitude we’ve come to love, and all those sexy tattoos. Place your bets!”

Yeah, already covered the betting part.

I folded my arms over my chest as the underground club went ballistic. Some five hundred degenerates filled the place, all eyes on the steel fighting cage at the center of the floor.

The atmosphere was made up of smoke, cheap perfume, sweat, and broken dreams.

Shay took another drag from his smoke and extended the cigarette through the fence.

River accepted it and took a final puff from it before putting it out on the floor.

Then we watched Shay’s opponent enter the cage, some tribal-tatted juicehead from Newark our boy had faced before. And I had to hand it to the man; his confidence hadn’t wavered, despite he’d never come close to defeating Shay.

“Steroids are bad for you, sunshine,” Shay informed the man.

I chuckled under my breath and scratched my nose.

“Fuck you, Acton,” the juicehead growled. He went by the name of Jersey, and that made sense. He was a walking stereotype.

“Not in your wildest dreams.” Shay wrapped a hand around his knuckles, making sure the tape was on right. Then, as the woman on the speaker told the men to get ready, he inserted his mouthguard and rolled his shoulders.

River and I had accompanied Shay to these fights for a few months now, and it was enough to know that the biggest risks were faced outside the cage. Jersey was mobbed up as fuck, everyone came heavy—including Riv and me—and trust was just an empty word hustlers and wiseguys threw around.

You can trust me.

Nah, motherfucker.

We didn’t trust a soul in this establishment. We hadn’t even trusted the man who used to be Shay’s sidekick. With a name like Weasel, who could blame us. Shay had insisted the man had never fucked our boy over, and we believed him, but this was our stipulation. If Shay wanted to keep participating in illegal cage fights to secure his baby brothers’ college funds, Riv and I would be by his side.

It went without saying that we wanted him as far away as possible from this place, but one of the reasons we’d fallen ridiculously in love with him was his strong will.

Besides, River and I had no room to play saints. We’d done our fair share of shit in our day too.

Once the fight started, part of the crowd got louder, while another piped down.

River and I were on high alert, keeping one eye on our surroundings and one on the fight.

The number of times Shay had been approached to throw fights…

He did throw some. There was good money in being an otherwise undefeated champion suddenly going down in the fourth round. But, of course, that invited more undesirable attention from connected people.

Some drunk fuck bumped into River, and I cocked my head and did my best to rein in my temper. “Step off.”

“My bad, my bad,” the bastard slurred.

I cleared my throat and returned my stare to the fight.

“Easy, brother,” Riv cautioned.

Yeah, yeah.

Jersey tried to get Shay to lower his guard with a fist to the head and a kick to the side, but our boy was fast. He dropped low and rammed a foot against Jersey’s shin, only to shoot up and grab hold of Jersey’s shoulders and slam his forehead against Jersey’s nose.

I winced and made a face.

The audience roared.

Jersey backed away, his nose bleeding, but threw himself into the fight a beat later.

Shay was a fucking vision as always. Tattooed grace in three-quarter-length sweats and nothing else. Aside from a jockstrap and taped-up knuckles.

Jersey managed to deliver two swift blows to Shay’s side—the force strong enough to make me livid.

“Finish him!” I yelled.

“Why does he have to play with his victims?” River asked irritably.

Good question.

Shay was enjoying himself too much. He’d studied Krav Maga for years and knew how to end a fight quickly. But his love for more structured martial arts like Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, sambo, tae kwon do, and kung fu made him want to prolong every round.

Not a second passed before Shay came back with a rapid snap kick to Jersey’s gut, sending him flying backward. And he didn’t stop there. With sweat and sadistic glee rolling off him, he lowered his guard, and Jersey took the bait—stupid fucker. He ran for Shay, who ducked sideways and went through a series of kicks, from sideways, back, to the fucking high roundhouse kick I’d told him not to use.

The moment Shay’s foot made impact with Jersey’s temple, I knew the fight was over.

“For fuck’s sake!” I slammed a hand against the fence and glared.

How many times were we gonna have this argument? He thought I wanted him to stay away from that move because it left him exposed—and it fucking did, if his opponent was worth his salt—but it had fuck-all to do with that. I didn’t want him to be arrested for goddamn murder when one of his kicks caused his opponent’s brain to hit the skull.

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Advertisement Hostile Takeover (The Game #8) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.books2020.com/hostile-takeover-the-game-8-read-online-cara-dee Sat, 15 Oct 2022 22:39:13 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/hostile-takeover-the-game-8-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Kink, M-M Romance, Taboo Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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The Game Series | Book 8 | Standalone | Group Play | Submissive Daddy | Humiliation
Buckle in for a liquid hot romance where a young man with a plan takes on his aunt’s ex-husband through a wild week of kinky fun and dreams of a happily ever after.

I was on the right path, at long last. The divorce proceedings were going well, we managed to keep things somewhat civil for the sake of our daughter, and I could finally be the man I’d suppressed for decades.

I was gay. And evidently very much into BDSM.

So this was the perfect time to explore, have fun, meet new people, make friends who were actually friends and not the husbands of my wife’s uppity circle of gossip peddlers. I was happy. I was off to a great start, distancing myself from the family I’d once married into.

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The Game Series is a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we don’t match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, one thing is certain. This is not a perfect world—and maybe that’s why the happily ever after feels so good.

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PROLOGUE

Jackson Dune

“So it’s true?” I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t fucking believe it.

“It’s true, kiddo,” Mom laughed. “Can you believe it?”

Not one fucking bit.

“No,” I panted.

I ran past Joey’s bodega, a small parking lot, a church, the Fender Initiative music academy, a Quiznos, and a new frozen yogurt place while I let my brain drown in the sheer chaos of finding out that my aunt was getting a divorce from the love of my life. And he was suddenly gay?

Nope, zero understanding. It didn’t compute. My mind refused to accept it.

Mom prattled on, sharing details I definitely hadn’t heard from my cousins. The news was spreading like wildfire in our family, and I’d received the first text from my cousin Linda when I’d been in the middle of a presentation at work.

OMG Uncle Franklin is gay.

Aunt Samantha wasn’t messing around. She must’ve been on the phone with the entire family all day.

I stopped at a light and scrubbed my hands over my face, wiping sweat away—and nearly yanking out my earbuds in the process. Mom kept talking, cars honked nearby, the sidewalk was slowly filling with people headed for dinner, and I was still mindfucked.

“…and I just don’t see how this is fair of her,” Mom was saying. “He hasn’t cheated. He hasn’t been lying for very long, if what she said is correct—that he’s suppressed that part of him.”

A person’s sexual nature was a pretty big part. But I got what she was saying.

“So to out him like this,” she said with a tsk sound. “We can’t help how we feel.”

“No, we can’t.” I swallowed dryly and crossed the street, picking up the pace again. It was time to circle back home. As much as I liked Brooklyn, the traffic drove me nuts. “I can’t wrap my head around it, Mom.”

“I know, kiddo. I can’t imagine.” She paused. “But…remember the other week you said you missed DC?”

Oh Christ.

“Moment of weakness,” I replied firmly. And out of breath. “I’m happy in New York.”

I was so full of shit.

“Oh, really.” She didn’t believe me. “Because from where I’m standing, you might be happier in DC where you could possibly pursue someone who’s apparently gay.”

I chuckled through a cough and shook my head. But God, I loved her. She’d always been on my side. Always supported me. Always listened to me.

“That’s your baby sister’s very recent ex,” I felt the need to point out.

“Yes, and I love her, but I never understood those two together,” she responded stubbornly. “Franklin is so kind and warm and…”

“And Aunt Samantha isn’t?” I smirked, knowing the answer.

Mom just laughed.

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Franklin Townsend

Just get through the morning.

One hour at a time.

“Daddy! Do I have to bring the other hearing aid?”

I lowered the heat on the stove and left the kitchen. Lily’s pink rollaboard luggage stood ready in the living room, and I wasn’t a fan of the sight. I rounded the corner and headed down the hallway toward our bedrooms, and I found my daughter wrestling with her backpack on her bed. It obviously matched her other luggage.

At least she was happy. This was the one trip she loved to go on, because she’d get to spend almost an entire week with her aunt Claire. The only family member I trusted wholeheartedly to take care of Lily, and that included her own mother.

“It can’t hurt for you to bring it, princess,” I said. “In case the primary one malfunctions.”

“That’s never happened,” she huffed.

I felt my mouth twitch with amusement. First of all, it’d happened a handful of times. Second of all, my God, she was adorable in her pajamas and bed head. She wasn’t leaving for another three hours, but she’d wanted to get her carry-on “sorted” the minute she’d woken up.

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CHAPTER ONE

Corey Cruz

“What’re you going to do first thing on Monday?”

I scratched my ear and felt my nose twitch. There was something about the smell in Denver.

“Probably go to the bathroom,” I answered frankly. We drove past big factories and plants; maybe they were responsible for the poop smell. “I can’t have breakfast before I’ve peed.”

Daddy sighed and switched lanes. We were almost at the airport. “You’re going to call a real estate agent,” he reminded me.

Oh, right. Yeah. To get my place on the market.

Funny how I’d never really liked my little condo, but now when I was evidently moving to Denver, I wanted to cling to it.

I looked down at my headphones resting in my lap and rubbed my forehead. “I have a headache again, Daddy.”

“You can buy painkillers at the airport.”

That was true, but it wouldn’t treat the core issue, just the symptom. I should not have spent the past two weeks in and out of regression as heavily as I had. Daddy knew I couldn’t resist that mental space, even when it hurt me.

He used to claim that big-boy decisions shouldn’t be made in my Little space, and it’d been a semi-vacation full of decisions. Days of being little, evenings of being Daddy’s partner in a suit, nights of being little again. Bleck.

I’d been happy for my Daddy when he told me he’d gotten his dream job here. I just hadn’t realized everything would change so quickly and mostly without my input.

It didn’t feel good.

“Are you going to Mclean tomorrow?” he asked.

“I think so.” I nodded. “I wanna see my friends while I can.”

“You’ll make new ones out here.”

I guess.

That part hurt the most. We were involved in the best kink community in the whole wide world right outside DC. Like, we had our own kink mansion! A huge, three-story Victorian house painted black—because Sadists thought that color would make it look more like a haunted mansion, which, in turn, would scare us. They were funny sometimes.

We had everything there. Playrooms, guest rooms, barbecue area, pool, hot tubs, our own nightclub… Seclusion. The mansion was surrounded by a little forest and then nothing but fields.

I released a breath and peered out the window, and I scratched off some smudge from the glass with my finger.

How could I say goodbye to all my friends?

I had a week to figure it out. One week, and then Daddy would come back to get started on the move. He had work stuff and meetings to attend to now while I went home. He would probably buy a house too. He’d taken me to some showings this week once it was settled and he knew the job was his.

I wasn’t impressed or interested, but I had to be a good boy for Daddy. What kind of submissive was I if I didn’t want to please him?

Closing my eyes for a beat, I tried to breathe calmly through the throbbing of the headache. It felt like the pain wanted to pulse its way out of my skull.

I shouldn’t have regressed so much, I shouldn’t have regressed so much. The mental strain was bordering on overwhelming, and I was constantly being pulled between two mental states. Being little was as effortless as falling off a cliff, and then I had to grunt and push and force myself up again to be adult.

The thing I didn’t understand either was that I didn’t normally suffer from this big of a disconnect. My regression usually didn’t run deep, nor did I regress into a version of myself I couldn’t relate to—usually, usually, usually. Because I didn’t like it. But now I was basically sharing my body with another person. Crazy. It had to be unhealthy. No balance, no structure, no sense of home.

This hadn’t started in Denver, though, if I was honest with myself. It’d started this spring, before I left Daddy for my annual travels to visit family.

I should call Mom once I got through security.

When I opened my eyes again, I could see the airport.

Or tentport, as I’d called it when we’d landed here two weeks ago. What city built an airport out of big tents? Denver, that’s what.

Talk about smoking too much weed if that was their most brilliant idea.

Lane would love it here. He smoked weed sometimes.

“Lane will probably like visiting us.” Maybe if I tried to see the good things about this move, I’d hate it less.

“I’m sure he will,” Daddy chuckled. “If he finds his way to his gate.”

I snickered.

My cousin was not a fan of Dulles. These days, if he couldn’t fly out of National, he didn’t fly at all. Just a few months ago, when Mom and I had flown to Copenhagen straight from Dulles, Lane had opted to depart from National, land in New York, and then fly to Copenhagen.

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