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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)

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The Game Series Outtakes • Hurt/Comfort • Friendship • Found Family • MM
For readers who’ve read both the Game Series and The Renegades, as this Mclean Tales novella covers a crossover plot between the two series’. The Renegades spoilers ahead. You’ve been warned.

Three years after the Game Series ended, The Renegades kicks off with an explosion.
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Wait. No, no. This isn’t happening. You, River, and Reese were going on vacation. You were heading to San Diego to help a friend move into his house—and then you were gonna relax, learn how to surf, and eat all the good food.
I hear the words, but I can’t process them.
“Lane…Shay’s been kidnapped.”
Oh God, I’m gonna be sick.
“River and Reese are gonna find him. Do you hear me, sweetheart? They’re gonna find him.”
Nausea crawls up my throat, and panic sets in.
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Pieces of You covers the time Shay was kidnapped in the Renegades, from the perspectives of Lane, Tate, Lucas, and Greer in the Game Series

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PROLOGUE

Lane Madison

“Ty, we gotta go to San Diego sometime,” I said.

“Whenever you want, baby. Best Mexican food I’ve ever had in the US.”

“Right?!” I knew he’d understand.

Best husband ever.

“Hey, it’s still not too late,” Reese said from the back seat. “I’m sure our buddy could use more hands to carry moving boxes.”

I let out a laugh.

“Or we’ll go on our own, and we won’t have to carry anythin’ but our food,” Ty chuckled.

Let me repeat. Best husband ever.

I was still a little envious, though. Shay was gonna have a blast. I’d only been to the West Coast three times, but it was super fun with the waves they had out here. I wanted to learn how to surf too. With my limited experience, I would be lucky if I could stand upright for three seconds.

We got to the airport, and I jumped out of the truck to get a proper goodbye.

The elders took care of the luggage while I pulled Shay in for a tight hug.

“Eat all the food, and I’ll see you in a week,” I said. “You better have gained ten pounds in just chips, guacamole, and taquitos.”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to my neck. “I’ll send you some food porn.”

My mouth was already watering.

I smiled as he rested his forehead to mine. “Have all the fun, okay?”

“We will.”

Of course Reese chose that moment to take a photo of us.

“Beautiful boys. Wrap it up.” He pressed a quick kiss to the top of my head before he went over and landed a smooch to Ty’s cheek. “I’ll text you when we land.”

“Sounds good. If we don’t answer right away, we’re out in the wild somewhere turning your dogs against you,” Ty responded.

I laughed, and River chuckled under his breath and picked up his bag.

Shay shot Ty a scowl. “Don’t you dare, Sir.”

Daddy smirked and ruffled his hair. “I think you’re safe.”

Seriously. Shay adored his dogs—and it showed.

I slipped my hand into Ty’s.

“We’ll be here to pick you up in a week,” Ty added. “Bring us back T-shirts.”

River quirked a smirk and offered a two-finger wave.

“We’ll find the most outrageous, neon-colored tee just for you, buddy,” Reese replied and grabbed Shay’s hand. “See you in a week. Be good, Lane.”

“The appropriate amount of good, Sir.” I grinned and waved.

Then there were two.

I looked up at Daddy. “You realize we need to eat Mexican for dinner, right?”

“I’m ready to order right fuckin’ now.” He looped an arm around my neck and kissed the side of my head. “Let’s pick up the dogs, and then we’ll get food on the way home. I should have you naked with the coffee table full of food within the hour.”

Oof. Then we better step on it!

CHAPTER 1

Tate Madden

“Daddy! Daddy Lee, Daddy, Daddy!”

“Daddy, hi! Hi! Catch me!”

I grinned to myself and threw the rag on the counter before I left the kitchen. Just in time for me to see Kingsley scoop up the girls.

Daddy’s home.

That was the last time he worked overtime on a Saturday for the rest of the year—but it was worth it. We’d both pulled extra hours to pay off a family vacation coming up in October, and it was always nice to have everything square before we set foot on the cruise ship.

“How are my girls?” He peppered their faces with kisses, and they giggled and grabbed at his face. “I hear we’re going swimming at Grandma and Grandpa’s.”

“Yeah!” Zoe was the most excited. She may have been a fish in her former life.

My parents had a pool, and it was hot as balls out, so it suited me.

I walked over to him and managed to get a quick kiss in before Kaley and Zoe could land a stray fist in my face. They were freaking wild, those two.

“I made you a snack. I thought we could leave in twenty.”

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Pieces – A Companion Piece (The Mclean Tales #2.5) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.booksnovels.com/pieces-a-companion-piece-the-mclean-tales-2-5-read-online-cara-dee Thu, 10 Sep 2026 17:29:14 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/pieces-a-companion-piece-the-mclean-tales-2-5-read-online-cara-dee Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Novella Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Mclean Tales Series by Cara Dee
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Mclean Tales • A Companion Piece to Pieces of You • The Game Series
Pieces is best read after you’ve read Pieces of You. It includes messages and illustrations from the Mclean House members.
Spoilers from The Game Series and The Renegades ahead.
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Lane fidgeted with the notebook. “Mr. West, I was wondering if you could ask the others to maybe write down memories and messages—something Shay can read when he comes home again?”

Oh, that was very sweet of him. “That’s a wonderful idea,” I answered. “I’ll leave it in the club area, and people can use it as a guestbook but for memories and well-wishes.”

He smiled timidly and nodded once. “Yeah. Thanks.”

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PART I

Hi, sweetheart.

Ican only imagine the outpouring of well-wishes and I-miss-yous you’ll receive. You deserve all of them and more. But I thought I could try to give you a laugh or two instead. So my plan is to share some of the silly stuff I’ve heard around the house lately.

A few of us, possibly those of us who identify as fussy Daddy Doms, have tried to remind the Littles—and everyone else—it’s okay to have fun here and there. Especially in the darkest of times, a laugh can offer energy to go on.

First up, Ash and Jordan. Allow me to set the scene. A morose group of friends gathered around the pool after a morning of scouring the news for updates. Nobody’s saying much. KC is comforting Noa. Colt goes for a quick swim, and Ash says he’s just gonna cool off for a beat. He stays in the water for a whopping thirty seconds before he decides to wash off the chlorine. Jordan goes over to be a good boy and help him in the outdoor shower.

All of a sudden, scaring off a flock of birds in the trees, Jordan screamed for all he was worth.

“What the—NO! No! You’re peeing on me!”

They had everyone’s attention, and Jordan wasn’t done. Still screaming in horror, he sprinted toward the house, the same words going on repeat.

“Daddy peed on me! Out of my way, Daddy peed on me!”

The look on Ash’s face said it all.

Mission accomplished.

He made his sadistic friends crack up.

FROM JACK & FRANKLIN

From Jack

Iremember one time you and Reese were sparring out on the lawn. It started raining heavily, but you two kept going at each other. You wouldn’t quit. Reese taunted you and tried to mindfuck you into surrender.

Your fight turned vicious, even though it was still evident he was coaching you to be your absolute strongest version of yourself. He was training you.

Preparing you, I suppose.

Macklin and I just huddled under an umbrella and stared. We saw the force you both put behind each blow, each kick, and how fast you were.

“You know you want it,” Reese growled. “Retreat! Give it up!”

I’ll never forget how you let the threat of defeat fuel you instead. Your determination is something else, Shay. Right there in the downpour, you ducked low to evade Reese’s kick, and you spun on him, hands balled into fists, and you all but roared your response.

“Retreat, hell!”

A guy like you can lose.

But your enemy better bring a whole fucking army.

I have no doubt we’ll see you again. And I have no doubt you’ll recover and come out on the other side even stronger.

Because that’s who you are.

From Franklin

I’ll admit I read Jack’s letter to you before I sat down to write something too.

I’m not sure what to say, though. His words ring true for me as well. You are such a strong young man, Shay.

More than that, you have two loving partners you feel safe with—to lower your guard with and to be vulnerable with.

Once you come home, I hope they will remind you that you don’t always have to be strong. Especially after what you’re going through now. I can’t even imagine.

If there’s anything I can do—actually, I will make offers in person once we see each other again.

You want another dog without asking your Owners? Call me. I’ll drive you to the shelter. A cat? Same thing. A chipmunk? I’ll borrow Noa for you.

I wish I could write something that actually helped or made something better.

May happiness and relief find you soon.

-Franklin

From Jack

With you gone, Macklin has completely gone off the rails. He made sandwiches with ham and banana. An hour later, he was pushing toast with ham steak and barbecued pineapple. I can’t fucking take it anymore. I also heard from Corey that Macklin tried to serve him fried chicken with pickled grape jelly.

So, new discovery about Macklin unlocked. When he’s worried sick about a friend, he becomes obsessed with pairing savory with sweet. The Extreme Version.

You better come home and restore the balance.

FROM THE BRAT SQUAD

Hello, we are the Brat Squad. In case you’re feeling lost or don’t remember how to navigate your return, we are happy to help. Thank you for your time.

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The Time We Have Left (The Game #17) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.booksnovels.com/the-time-we-have-left-the-game-17-read-online-cara-dee Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:02:19 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-time-we-have-left-the-game-17-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 97
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The Game Series, #17 • Standalone Duet • Book 2 of 2 • Hurt/Comfort • Family • M/M+m/m
We pick up where we left off in The Memories We Made. While Nathan is drowning in his sorrow, Ash is gearing up to do anything to win his husband back. Including facing his fears. Because let’s be honest, things can’t get worse. Ash has some help too, from a sneaky little brat on a mission, the boy’s own husband, and the friends at Mclean House

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CHAPTER 1

Ash Riley

Idrummed my fingers along the wheel and waited for the light to turn green.

Almost home.

I’d check in on Jordan, and then I was throwing myself on the couch with Paws.

He’d comfort me while I bitched about how much my life sucked.

My phone rang just as the light turned, and James’s name flashed on the screen. Unsure of where my earbuds were, I took the call and put him on speaker.

“I’m almost home,” I said. “By the way, did Jordan say anything about Paws today?”

“Nothing more than everything went fine,” James replied. “He also told me he wanted a kitten or a puppy for our next anniversary, so thanks for that.”

I chuckled.

He cleared his throat. “Speaking of Jordan, I’m not sure it’s a good idea you check in on him after all. He’s, uh… He’s in a sensitive mood.”

I felt my forehead crease. “First you mention a made-up condition, and now sensitivity. Did something happen to him?”

James sighed. “He applied for a position he didn’t get. He found out yesterday that someone else got the job.”

Aw, that sucked.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I murmured. “I can handle a sensitive mood, though. I have two teenagers. It’s like living with two ticking time bombs.”

He didn’t find that as funny as I did.

“Boss, I’m tryin’ to have some finesse here,” he said. “You know Jordan’s a Little, right?”

“Ohh,” I mouthed.

Since when did they go for finesse? In my experience, when a kinkster or a couple wanted to play with me, they fucking asked. They didn’t tiptoe for months and hint at their preferences—until one of them got so drunk that the truth spilled out.

“I may have noticed,” I replied. “Like the first time I met him.”

“Okay, well…he’s in that space right now,” he said. “And listen—I know we haven’t handled this whole thing well. Jordan doesn’t bounce back from rejection easily, so he thought it would be a good idea if I tried to approach you. But since I clearly suck at flirtin’ and finding the balls to be honest, I’m done tryin’. Plus, we know all you can think of is getting Nathan back.”

That was some speech.

“You’re honest now,” I noted.

“Because I’m tired,” he grumbled. “And pissy with my sister.”

I believed him. She’d left Emmett alone for two days straight to be with some guy. You didn’t fucking do that.

“I’m also protective of my husband,” James went on. “I just talked to him, and he’s definitely got his filters down. That’s why I called.”

“And that’s why you’re not sure it’s a good idea I go over there,” I deduced. “Because you don’t think he can keep his kink to himself?”

“I know he can’t. Not when he’s regressed.”

Fuck my ass, a regressed Little in need of comfort?

“Are you his Daddy Dom?” I had to know.

“Umm, not really. I’m not a Dom, and… I mean, he calls me Daddy sometimes, but it’s not our dynamic. I don’t identify with that kind of kink.”

I shifted in my seat and side-eyed the soup I’d picked up on the way for the kid. If you were sick, pretend or otherwise, the situation called for Panera.

“You know that I do, right?” I asked to make sure.

James sighed again. “Oh, once Jordan found your Mclean profile, he hasn’t been able to stop talking about it.”

Why, that little sneaky boy.

I grinned to myself and felt a warmth envelop my chest.

“We picked up those vibes from you early on,” James admitted. “I apologize I couldn’t handle this properly. We’ve never done this before.”

I cleared my throat and checked the rearview before I switched lanes. “It’s okay. So, what are your kinks?”

“Um. Do we have to do this now?”

“Nope. But I am heading over to your house,” I told him. “So I’m gonna need you to tell me what’s up.”

It sounded like he fumbled with his phone. “He knows our boundaries—and, um…if he speaks in a way that kind of, uh…dismisses me…? That’s more part of our dynamic.”

Well, fuck. My eyebrows hitched.

“Does he degrade you?”

He coughed. “Sometimes.”

Jesus, that was hot. A Little who degraded his partner? I could work with that.

“Might there be a cuck in you, James?”

“Maybe,” he admitted, lowering his voice. “We’ve fantasized about me catching y’all together.”

There we go.

“I can’t believe I just said that to my boss,” he muttered.

I chuckled, hearing the lust in my voice.

“Are you staying the night at your sister’s?” I wondered.

“Yeah, I think so. I don’t want Emmett to be alone.”

Of course. That made sense. I wouldn’t either. “You enjoy your night, then,” I said. “I’m turning onto our street right now.”

“Wait—does that mean… Are you gonna do somethin’ with him?”

“Are you asking your boss if he’s gonna take liberties with your husband behind your back? That’s messed up, James. And extremely inappropriate.”

But no, I probably wasn’t. No matter how tempting James and Jordan were, my entire goddamn soul was locked down. That said… I cleared my throat. I didn’t know what the future had in store for me anymore, and body and soul could be separated.

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The Stowaway (Hillcroft Group #5) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.booksnovels.com/the-stowaway-hillcroft-group-5-read-online-cara-dee Tue, 16 Jun 2026 12:45:37 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-stowaway-hillcroft-group-5-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Suspense Authors: Cara Dee Series: Hillcroft Group Series by Cara Dee
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The Hillcroft Group #5 • Standalone • M/F • Forced Proximity • Age gap • Low angst • Grumpy/Sunshine

High up in the Hindu Kush mountains, in the middle of a mission, the last thing Operator Hyatt expected to find when he climbed out of his helicopter was a damn stowaway. But there she was, panicked, crying out, “Please don’t shoot! I’m an American!”

That was only the beginning. Boy, did Kiera have a story to tell.

Hyatt couldn’t very well abort his mission for this woman, but he obviously needed to bring her home. So, he had no choice. Kiera would have to stay with him for a week until they could return to safety.

Focus, Hyatt reminded himself. He had a job to do. He wasn’t going to let Kiera distract him, no matter how incredibly beautiful she was.

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All books in the Hillcroft Group series are standalone and can be read out of order, as each story follows a new dynamic with various subgenres within romance. What the characters have in common is the place they work and, of course, the HEA they will fight for. Characters do cross over in multiple titles, but they will be reintroduced, where necessary, to new readers. All books in this series are labeled romantic suspense and military romance. Please look on the copyright page for potential content warnings

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PROLOGUE

Kabul, Afghanistan, May 15th, 2025

Kiera Lane

“Do not go inside the building, Kiera. It looks abandoned, but there is surveillance everywhere. Go around. The American helicopter is in the back, and my husband will cut the feed for one minute so you can hide on board.”

“What about you? You have to come with me—and the girls.”

“It’s too risky. I am not leaving. My work is here. My family. But you need to go home. They know you’re alive, and they won’t stop looking. Here, put this on. My brother will escort you as far as he can, and then you are on foot. You will also have this. Report to me when you are at the address so we can turn off the surveillance around the helicopter.”

“Oh God, I’m gonna throw up.”

“Better now than later. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. You must find something to hold on to in the helicopter, and stay hidden until you land again.”

CHAPTER 1

Kiera Lane

Isaw the helicopter hidden under a canopy behind the building. It was a beacon of freedom that gleamed in the low moonlight.

I swallowed dryly, my heart pounding furiously. I reported back to Noura that I was ready to run. She’d assured me the door would be open.

Don’t fall apart.

I sniffled and did my best to pull it together. I could cry later. Man, was I gonna bawl my eyes out. Holy crap. Okay. Here we go. The green light. Noura told me to run, so I pushed away from the wall and ran for my life.

Dogs barked in the distance.

Panic tinted the edges of my senses, and I barely registered getting inside the helicopter. I panted and blinked, taking in my surroundings. Three rows of simple leather seats. I dove for the back and got down on the floor. I wedged myself between the rows. It was a tight fit, not to mention an uncomfortable one, but if this got me home—or at least out of the country—I wasn’t gonna complain.

I brought the radio to my lips.

“I’m in hiding,” I whispered. “Over.”

Some static came through. “I am glad, sweet girl. You won’t have to wait long.”

My eyes welled up. It was too soon to break down. I wasn’t out of here yet. A simple search by the pilot would reveal my whereabouts, and I trusted no one, except Noura and her husband and brother. They’d been there for me ever since my convoy had been overrun. They’d taken me in. They’d kept me hidden for months.

I could still hear the shots popping off, hitting concrete and people.

“Thank you for everything, Noura,” I croaked. “As soon as I get home, I’ll contact you. I can still help.”

“Focus on getting home,” she urged. “The pilot will be there soon.”

I sniffled again and nodded to myself. “I’ll reach out when I can,” I whispered. “Out.”

I switched off the radio and let out a shaky breath.

It was quiet out here. Many buildings had been abandoned in the great escape—when we’d left Afghanistan. Officially, at least. Plenty of Americans were still in the country. Noura’s husband was an informant to an American private military agency in DC that had helped translators and their families flee. It was how he’d learned about this property and the helicopter. I didn’t know the details, and neither did he. We just knew that an American pilot was coming here tonight to fly this helicopter out of the country, presumably into Pakistan or Uzbekistan.

I closed my eyes and did my best to steady my breathing.

I missed my dad so much. He must be worried sick. He’d never wanted me to take a job in this field in the first place. He’d kept warning me that things always went wrong, how unsafe it was for women, and…and that was the whole point for me. I’d read about how girls were treated here. It broke my heart.

It’d also once detached me from my sleepy reality back home, where I’d been the nurse who strolled into work each morning to change catheters and administer blood thinners to an aging population in a suburb outside Annapolis. Where the biggest danger around for miles was a coworker who stole my yogurt from the fridge. Damn Charlotte.

If anything, this was all Dad’s fault. I’d heard his stories too. Countless experiences. Training missions with NATO allies. Adversary missions. And then, because of his ground job, the time he’d spent in the outskirts of combat areas. The cultures he’d experienced. He could get wrapped up in a story about the scents of teas and the wild atmosphere at a market. Kids and chickens running around, calls to prayer mingling with haggling and hollerin’.

He’d been all over the world, and I’d wanted that for myself.

I took a breath and let it out slowly⁠—

My eyes flashed open as I heard a creaky metal sound not far away from here. It sounded like a big door was being pushed open.

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The Memories We Made – Remembering Us – Part 1 (The Game #15) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.booksnovels.com/the-memories-we-made-remembering-us-part-1-the-game-15-read-online-cara-dee Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:09:31 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.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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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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Standalone • MF • PT/client • Family • No Angst • Small Town Romance • Health/Weight loss
Get your heart pumping at Quinn’s Fitness Center, where Ethan and Natalie give as good as they get, all while…frustrations are building up.

He was perfect at first. I was ready to name my firstborn after my personal trainer. I mean, he was saying all the right things! He was making sense. He didn’t define health by a certain weight or push me to become someone else. He was only interested in helping me find my happy medium.

Then I started getting to know the real Ethan Quinn. Away from clients, away from work, he was pompous, arrogant, and such a snob. One day, he literally told me he was everyone’s type.

I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. We’d promised each other honesty, so yeah. Screw it.

But…there was something about him. I got the feeling he was hiding a part of himself—or he was in the middle of figuring himself out—so I kept going back to his gym. I kept wanting to talk to him, to spend time with him…

Aw, crap.

This story takes place in Cara Dee’s Camassia Cove Universe, a fictional town where all books stand on their own, unless otherwise stated, and the reader can jump in wherever they want

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CHAPTER 1

Natalie Nolan

“Have I mentioned I’m glad you came to your senses and moved here?”

I grinned into the mug and took a sip of my tea. She’d only mentioned that about a dozen times since I’d arrived a couple weeks ago.

“Yes, but you can tell me again.”

“I’m so, so, so, so glad!” She laid it on thick with a big smile, and she sat down so we shared a corner of her kitchen island. “My baby sister, finally in the same state as me.” She opened her giant messy planner that kept her life organized. It had countless Post-its and colorful tabs sticking out of it. “Now I just gotta find a date we can all get together for dinner.” She slid her pen down the dates of this week, then the next.

She was a busy woman.

Hell, everyone in the family was busy. Chloe ran a bed-and-breakfast, her husband was a successful author, and the kids… They were all grown up now, ’cause Chloe had started early. The twins had a year left in high school, which was freaking nuts. My eldest nephew, Gage, lived in Vancouver and worked all the time, and the second eldest, Gray, had recently turned Chloe into a grandmother. Gray and his boyfriend were in the middle of adopting two boys, and my sister could not be happier.

Actually, her stepdaughter had given birth to twins not too long ago either, so make that four grandchildren.

She had everything up here in rainy Washington.

I was still on the fence. I’d left New York for a tiny town north of Seattle.

Then again, New York hadn’t really suited me either.

“Okay, I give up,” Chloe sighed. “It looks like the next day everyone’s in town is for Jayden’s birthday in September.”

That was okay. “He’s turning nine, right?”

“Nine, goin’ on nineteen—that sweetheart.” My sister was a big fan of the boys, obviously.

When I’d first heard that Gray and Darius were adopting, I’d automatically assumed babies. My nephew had always wanted a big family, not unlike the one he’d grown up in.

I wasn’t what one might call the jealous type, and I would never begrudge Gray all the happiness in the world. That said, when my nephew, at the age of not even twenty-two, suddenly settled down with a nice man and two kids, you could say it’d lit a fire under my ass.

I didn’t care about the nice man, but I wanted children, and my biological clock was ticking like crazy.

At thirty-four, I’d contemplated not having kids at all. I’d been semi-content in my shoebox of a Manhattan apartment, and work stole all my time. And now, just a year later, hello, baby fever.

Maybe I would never get as far as Chloe; she had the big house and the marriage dreams were made of, and that was okay. As long as I could start shopping for baby shoes and onesies soon.

I had a plan.

The smell of the apple pie Chloe had in the oven was not going to help me with that plan.

“When are the twins comin’ home? I need them to eat that pie before I cave,” I said.

Chloe glanced over at the oven then back at me and raised a brow. “One slice won’t kill you, doll.”

Right, but my plan.

I smiled, more than a little excited, and figured now was a good time to break the news. “Here’s the thing. You know how you’ve been on my case about having kids since I was basically in kindergarten? Well, now I’m ready.”

Her eyes widened and brimmed with hope. “No! You’re not jokin’, are you? You can’t joke about that with me, Nat.”

I smirked. “I’m not joking.”

“Oh, this is amazing!” She flew out of her chair and hugged me.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I hugged her back. I’d had a feeling she’d be happy.

“What route are you going to take? I know better than to ask if you’re seein’ someone.” She put her hands on my arms and leaned back, eyeing me in a way that made it clear she was trying to be sure.

“Yeah, no, definitely not seeing anyone,” I confirmed. I wasn’t ready. “I wanna find a donor.”

She pursed her lips and nodded, then sat down again. “You’ll make a wonderful mama. And I’ll be there for every doctor’s appointment, you hear?”

I squeezed her hands in mine, more grateful than I could express. “My problem is, I have to lose some weight first. My doctor said it might be difficult for me to go through a pregnancy at this stage, so…”

Even if I hadn’t planned on becoming a parent, it was time. I couldn’t blame grief anymore. Two years had passed since I’d lost Brad, and I’d lost myself in the process too. I’d gained so much weight.

I’d been bigger my whole life, and it’d been… Eh. We all had our ups and downs. Yeah, sure, I’d doubted myself, thought I was ugly, a big fat cow, all that crap. Then I’d grown up. Acceptance had hit me in waves in my twenties, and I’d even started enjoying looking in the mirror. But the last two years, health-wise, could be summed up as one failure after another. I needed professional help.

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I’ll Tell You What You Are Read Online Cara Dee http://www.booksnovels.com/ill-tell-you-what-you-are-read-online-cara-dee Thu, 25 Dec 2025 21:56:06 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/ill-tell-you-what-you-are-read-online-cara-dee Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, M-M Romance, Novella Authors: Cara Dee Series: Series by Cara Dee
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M/M Standalone BDSM Top/Top Friends to Lovers Takedown Primal Play
Buckle in for a wild trip down to South Florida, where Reid has lost all patience with his best friend. The overthinking has to stop. He’s ready to tell Max exactly who he is.

Well, that was a big fat failure. Never mind the drama that’d made me want to shut down our kink community the past few years—the community Reid and I had started together over a decade ago. It was okay. Hell, it was liberating to walk away. Except for the one hope I’d held out of actually figuring out my own identity in the lifestyle. That hadn’t happened. I was as clueless as ever, and now I was done.

I was gonna grow old and die alone and vanilla.

I mean, sure, I had some deep-rooted desires, but what was I supposed to do? Ask my best friend of twenty-five years if he could do me a solid and hunt me down in the woods? That would go over well. No, that fantasy belonged in the darkest corners of my mind.

Reid and I had a vacation coming up in a few days, where we’d catch up with kinkster friends and have some fun, and then I was closing this chapter.

Maybe I’d take up…bird watching or something

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CHAPTER 1

Max Jensen

This was weird. Reid and I took the elevator up to the attic on the fourth floor, and we didn’t speak. He pushed the metal gate open when the elevator stopped, and I dug out my keys.

This space right here had been our coat check slash changing room before events for eleven years. The bathrooms were here too, same with a tiny-ass office where we kept members’ records and the community’s bookkeeping.

I remembered when Reid and I had stood in that little room after we’d just received the keys to the place. Back in…Christ, 2011…? Yeah. Different times. Different me.

I unlocked the door to the main area, and we stepped inside…

The attic stretched along the length of the building, about a hundred feet, with a vaulted ceiling, window nooks that’d become seating areas, and a long line at the center with kinky furniture. Sawhorses, four-poster beds, a station for suspension bondage, two crosses, a rope web, and a pillory.

We had twenty-seven days to clear it all.

Smaller implements like floggers, whips, rope, paddles, and gags were stacked in boxes along the walls.

In two months, a graphic design agency was moving in.

I walked over to the nearest seating area, consisting of four chairs and a low table. Reid followed me, and we sat down and just looked out over the place.

Eleven fucking years.

The failure of shutting down weighed heavily at the same time as it felt liberating to finally walk away.

Our community hadn’t been thriving in…fuck, three or four years. It’d been one headache after another. One fight after another. So much goddamn drama. And Reid and I were done.

We had seventy-four members, and about twenty of them had listed themselves as attending the meeting tonight.

The rest would get a lengthy message on our Discord server first thing in the morning.

Old Town is closing. We thank you for these eleven kinky years…but now y’all can fuck off.

Okay, I wouldn’t be adding the last part.

I leaned back and rubbed my forehead.

Reid picked up a piece of paper from the table and eyed it.

“What is it?” I asked.

His mouth twitched. “The list of kinks members filled in. This is yours.”

Oh. I must’ve forgotten it here.

In an attempt to revive some of the old energy that once filled the space, we’d printed out a list of kinks to try out. We’d wanted a weekend-long event where members could explore something new and have fun.

Then I’d opened my email to find the monthly invoice for rent due, and I’d stared at it for the longest time. I’d called Reid, fucking exhausted, and asked what the hell we were even doing anymore.

The end had snuck up on us, but it wasn’t like we hadn’t seen it coming. Reid had renegotiated our lease two years ago, going from six months to monthly, because we’d known deep down there would come a day when we were just fed up. At which point, we wouldn’t wanna be stuck with this place for several months.

Reid’s forehead creased. “You listed primal/rough as somethin’ you wanna try?”

Oh fuck.

“Gimme that.” I leaned forward and extended my hand.

He chuckled, confused. “You’ve taken part in primal events for years.”

Yeah, as a Top.

I’d been thinking lately… Or going through an identity crisis lately…

“I checked it as an example when we handed them out,” I lied. I crumpled the paper and tossed it in another chair.

Truth be told, I’d probably take a long break from kink after this.

Well, after our trip. Reid and I had our annual get-together with some friends coming up, but then I was done. Almost twenty years in the lifestyle, and what did I have to show for it? A string of failed relationships that’d never felt right in the first place.

I’d come to the conclusion that I wasn’t a high-protocol Master, I wasn’t a Daddy Dom, and I wasn’t a rope rigger. Three fetishes I’d tried to convince myself I identified with. But no more. I’d never had that feeling of…this is it, it’s clicking, this is who I am.

I’d turned myself into a case of projection. The years I’d studied and had very little structure and security in my life, I’d overcompensated in kink and claimed I was a Master. Because I’d needed the ground extra solid. Then my life had turned around; I’d become more comfortable, work had been great, my career had taken off, and so I’d mellowed out and found something exciting in the world of Daddies and Littles.

I sighed and checked my watch.

Hopefully, no one was late today. I wanted to get this over with.

We had buyers for the furniture, and we’d let the members grab whatever toys they wanted.

I felt no emotional attachment to anything here anymore. As long as Reid and I didn’t lose touch, I was good.

He’d been my one and only constant. Once upon a time, he’d gone to high school with my big brother, and he’d been cool, calm, and collected even then.

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Collision of Winters (Hillcroft Group #4) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.booksnovels.com/collision-of-winters-hillcroft-group-4-read-online-cara-dee Sun, 12 Oct 2025 20:12:42 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/collision-of-winters-hillcroft-group-4-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Taboo Authors: Cara Dee Series: Hillcroft Group Series by Cara Dee
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The Hillcroft Group #4 • Standalone • Age Gap • DD/lb • Forced Proximity • Foster Family
Some wars are matters of the heart and don’t require conventional weapons. And now, it’s time to let the two sides collide.

He’d kidnapped me. That was all I had to say. The man who’d been sort of my foster brother since I was a kid had actually kidnapped me. End of story. Okay, maybe not the end, but I’d always felt too exposed around Wade, and no wonder. He was perfect. Older, composed, funny, super kind to me, former Army, a successful doctor, a Dom… I’d rather not put my foot in my mouth by rambling. I was just a failure anyway. So, yeah. I’d be his captive in a remote cabin in freaking Alaska until he gave up and realized I couldn’t be saved.

All I had to do was keep my mouth shut and not fall in love with him again

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PROLOGUE

The Winters Curse

Wade Winters

Had I seen that picture on Chris’s desk before? I picked up the frame while I waited for him to arrive and studied the timid smile on Kayden’s face. Yaya was hugging his midsection, beaming like the proud grandmother she was to essentially everyone in the family. Well, those who were still with us.

The only thing I wanted to change was the timid part. I much preferred Kayden’s beaming smiles and mischievous grins, even more so because they were rare these days.

The thought of something happening to him put a rock in the pit of my stomach, and it was impossible not to think about the Winters Curse.

Unlike Chris, I had some memories left of our biological parents—and our baby sister. I remembered Juliana had cried a lot. It’d annoyed my five-year-old self to pieces. A newborn sister—what was I supposed to do with her? She hadn’t been able to catch a football, nor had she listened to me.

Chris hadn’t been much better as a toddler.

How untroubled we’d been back then. Life had been all about sneaking cookies, waiting for Dad to come home from another deployment, playing catch, and begging Mom for the next time I’d be able to see my much cooler cousin Quinlan.

Then one night, when Chris and I were at a sleepover at Quin’s house, Uncle Arthur and Aunt Clara told us something bad had happened.

Chris and I never saw our parents or Juliana again, and sleepovers with Quinlan suddenly became permanent when Arthur took us in.

This was bad enough, wasn’t it? The tragedy was supposed to stop there. We’d suffered enough loss.

But fast-forward to the year I turned eleven. Arthur and Clara were shot dead in broad daylight in New York. Quinlan joined the orphans club at the age of twenty, and the last sibling of our parents’ generation stepped forward to become our home. Yaya and Quin had been in the middle of their own grief, but they’d set everything aside to make sure Chris and I didn’t lose ourselves in our rage.

Although Yaya was technically our aunt, she’d earned the nickname of a grandmother long before I’d been born. Her brothers had called her that because she’d acted like a grandma to everyone. She did that now too, and though she’d never admit to having a favorite, we knew Kayden was special to her.

Now, with someone coming for Chris—and possibly Kayden…?

If anything happened to either of them, the damn curse was real, and I was going to⁠—

The door opened behind me, and I was brought back to the present by Chris entering his office.

“Sorry I’m late. My briefing took longer than I thought it would,” he said. “Why do you look pissy?”

Deep breaths.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just put the photo back on the desk and cleared my throat.

“Ah.” He figured it out when he saw the picture. “Nothin’s gonna happen to him.”

“Or you,” I added.

He smirked. “Or me. This ain’t my first rodeo.”

That was hardly reassuring.

“Just fill me in,” I said. “When do you ship out?”

He winced and rubbed the back of his neck. “You know I can’t tell you.”

I clenched my jaw but said nothing, and I leaned back against the desk. Being on a need-to-know basis didn’t usually bother me. I had my job, and Chris had his. But this was different.

“This is killin’ you, innit?” He cocked his head.

I frowned. “What, being left behind for something like this? What the fuck do you think?”

That seemed to confuse him. “You haven’t seen combat in years.”

It didn’t matter.

Besides, this was personal. “It’s you they’re coming for, Chris. It’s not a random op.”

He inclined his head, conceding.

“Don’t fucking get killed,” I told him.

He deflected with humor, as always. “You’re more likely to get killed once Kayden figures out why we’re keeping him in Alaska.”

Well. He’d learn one of the reasons. It was a two-birds-one-stone situation.

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Little Did We Know (The Mclean Tales #1) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.booksnovels.com/little-did-we-know-the-mclean-tales-1-read-online-cara-dee Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:48:27 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/little-did-we-know-the-mclean-tales-1-read-online-cara-dee Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Novella Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Mclean Tales Series by Cara Dee
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The Mclean Tales #1 • BDSM • Friendship • Found Family • Humor • Origin Story

At Mclean House, everyone knows about the eight founding members. If you need help with anything in the community, you send them a message or approach them at the house. Lucas is the kind Daddy Dom with patience for days, Macklin the funny switch who sure knows how to switch sides as well, and Greer is the primal Master with a huge heart and a devil on his shoulder. Colt has that devil on his shoulder too, actually. Lucian, another Master, is into high protocol and creative punishments. Penelope loves to host events and runs a tight ship. Last but definitely not least, the men who came up with the idea to start a community. River and Reese are the scary, sadistic twin brothers—until you get to know them and see the sweethearts under the ink, of course.
The eight founders find their happily ever afters in the Game Series, but this book isn’t about that. It’s about what happened before. The story very few know so far. How they met, how they became friends, and how they started exploring together.
So let’s go back to the beginning. It’s a cold night in Baltimore, and Lucas is about to catch the scowl of someone at an event where he feels completely out of place.

Author’s note: Are you new to the Game Series? This is the perfect book to jump right in and get to know the main characters.

Disclaimer: No fighter pilots or Marines were injured by each other’s insults in the making of this book, River apologizes in advance if he offended any vampires or people from Chicago, and Lucian solemnly swears that his cleaning service didn’t find anything embarrassing at his place after the night they all remember, except possibly something that belongs to Greer.

Disclaimer two: Sorry for lying. River isn’t apologizing for anything

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CHAPTER 1

Lucas West

This was…new.

I cleared my throat and looked around the club, a stark contrast to any of the kink events I’d visited so far. This was so underground. Literally. A massive basement designed to keep screams contained. A proper BDSM club with a bar at the center and the walls lined with stalls and furniture I’d never seen in real life.

Baltimore had a wild kink scene, that was for sure.

I’d wanted to see pain-play, and it looked like I was going to experience a whole lot of it.

I was still figuring out how to get a bit of that pain for myself without making people think I was submissive. Or a masochist who wanted to get beatings. I just wanted to get fucked roughly when I bottomed.

I approached the bar, hoping I came off as assertive enough, and remembered the advice I’d seen online. Walk with purpose. So much advice. Do this, do that, act that way, “look Daddy-like.” It was dizzying.

What was Daddy-like anyway?

Christ, I wasn’t sure I fit in here. If the industrial music pounding its heavy bass through me wasn’t enough, the specific trend in clothes did it. I wasn’t part of leather culture, nor could I pull off latex, piercings, or harnesses. Moreover, I didn’t fucking want to. So…so be it. I’d be the odd man out in jeans and a shirt.

I walked past a big man holding his boy on a leash, both wearing leather, and the sub barked playfully at me.

I felt my mouth twist. He was cute. He reminded me of Joey. We’d made no sense together, but he’d introduced me to Daddykink last year. Something had just clicked, more so than when I’d backpacked in Amsterdam and stumbled into a BDSM club.

Ever since, I’d been on a quest. I wanted to find a Little and start exploring relationships. I could admit I was hungry for something deeper than casual hookups, at the same time as I wasn’t particularly interested in settling down anytime soon. Part of me was still hoping I’d wake up and discover I was a switch. It would be so much easier to find a Top who could rail me mercilessly if I also submitted. But it did nothing for me—except irritate me. When a Dom tried to get bossy, I automatically pushed back in annoyance.

When I got to the bar, I ordered a beer, and the bartender actually stamped the top of my hand.

What the fuck?

I eyed the smeared ink.

No play without supervision.

Because of one beer?

Oh, whatever. Safety was important, of course. Drinking and playing didn’t go hand in hand, in my experience. But one beer… If I could drive, I could play.

…without supervision.

Way to make me feel like a child. I might be dreading turning thirty, which was still a few years away, but I wasn’t a damn kid.

Sitting down on a stool, I glanced around the club and the mostly occupied scening stalls. It was only nine o’clock, but it seemed everyone had arrived already.

As I sipped my beer, I tried to estimate who was new and who was an established member of this community. This entire evening was supposed to be a “get to know us” kind of event, where everyone was welcome to join.

A handful of shy guys lingered along the walls, a sight that always struck something in me. But it would feel weird if I, as the newbie in this case, walked over in an attempt to make them feel welcome and included. I didn’t know anyone here. I’d talked to two members in the chat room, merely to confirm my attendance, and that was all.

Someone came up next to me and ordered a drink, and I turned my head to see a very handsome guy my age. Maybe a few years older. Cutting features, one of those bad-boy-looking guys. He looked the way I’d felt when he received a stamp on his hand. He studied the ink with a frown on his face, and his forehead wrinkled.

“What the ever-lovin’ fuck,” he muttered, the music almost drowning out his voice. He must’ve sensed my attention on him, because he turned to me and smashed his lips together. He wasn’t happy. “First they tell you rubbers are mandatory even if you’re in an established relationship, then they throw the no-asphyxiation rule in your face, and now I can’t have a drink without a babysitter if I wanna play?”

I smirked. “I take it you’re as new to this community as I am.”

He lifted his brows, one of which had a scar that looked fresh. “New and not stickin’ around. What bullshit is this?”

Oh, it wasn’t that bad. They were just…covering their asses, I supposed. I’d attended events where certain types of play were prohibited due to the risks.

“I wouldn’t know,” I replied. “A discussion thread led me to a chat room, and suddenly, I was signing up for an event in Baltimore.”

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Remade (Hillcroft Group #3) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.booksnovels.com/remade-hillcroft-group-3-read-online-cara-dee Thu, 12 Jun 2025 17:27:37 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/remade-hillcroft-group-3-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Suspense Authors: Cara Dee Series: Hillcroft Group Series by Cara Dee
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The Hillcroft Group #3 • MM • Age Gap • Military Romance • Hurt Comfort • Healing/Loss
This book picks up where Unmade left off and continues the story of Leighton Watts and Bo Beckett.

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CHAPTER 1

October 2nd, 2024

Leighton Watts

Panic rose further when I heard heavy footfalls rustling through the foliage. In the corner of my eye, I spotted two operators entering our makeshift camp—if you could call it that—and I heard him. Beckett greeted Coach in a less-than-enthusiastic tone.

“The amount of stupid in this situation is off the fucking charts, man.”

“You wanna hash this out now?” Coach demanded. “Just say the word, but you better get your defense in order after what I’ve learned today.”

“What the fuck are you… Quinn’s here.” Beckett’s tone changed. “And…aw, shit.” He didn’t say anything else to Coach; he headed my way instead, and I wasn’t sure that was a good thing when I was seconds away from falling apart. He removed his helmet and came right up to me, then cupped my elbow and ushered me deeper into the forest. “Let’s go.”

“It’s him,” I croaked.

“I know.” He put the helmet on my head instead. “I thought I had time. I thought he was still on watch.”

I sniffled and did my best to stifle a sob behind my hand.

The ground slanted up a little, and we walked over the hill and even farther.

“Christ. You’re not supposed to be here, Leighton.” He draped an arm around my shoulders and squeezed me to him. “When Coach told me how you got dragged into the mess, I wanted to junk-punch him.”

“It wasn’t his fault,” I said, wiping at my cheeks.

“No, I’m sure you volunteered quicker than a bomb can explode outside Hillcroft,” he replied. “Doesn’t fucking matter.” He pulled me to a stop and cupped my face in his hands, and I felt so damn pathetic. I was full-on crying and saw no end to it.

My dad’s brother was here. I’d shaken his hand. He’d asked if we’d met before.

All my memories, fictional or not, hung in the balance, because reality had caught up to me. All the stories Mom had told me, where I was Dad’s wingman, where we went out on adventures together and saved the world…

I screwed my eyes shut, terrified they’d hate me.

Beckett sighed and hugged me to him.

“Can anyone see us now?” I asked hoarsely.

I dropped my water bottle on the ground.

“No.”

Thank fuck. Somehow, I had to compose myself. “When did you find out he was gonna be here?”

“Yesterday.” He removed the helmet, probably deeming things safe, and he pressed his lips to the side of my head. “Shira called him and Crew in after I requested more people with experience in close combat. Most of our operators are out on assignments. And I figured, fuck it, it wasn’t like you’d be around.”

I whimpered, a part of me still in disbelief. Dad’s brother.

In a way, it made my dad more real than he’d ever been.

“Shh…I got you.” He shushed me quietly and held me tighter. “Baby, I think we need to do this now. We have three hours of daylight left before we can… What?”

I was shaking my head and fucking breaking inside, because he couldn’t call me that. It hurt way too much, and it started a new round of pathetic crying.

“You can’t call me that,” I cried. “I was a fucking idiot—Coach knows about us, and we gotta stop. I slipped. And he s-said a senior operator and a recruit… They gotta draw the line somewhere, and he can’t allow it. And I get it. I get it.” I eased away so I could wipe at my face. Fucking hell, couldn’t I just stop crying? I was such a loser! “I know how you feel about relationships, so yeah, I⁠—”

“Okay, that’s enough.” He cupped my face again, and he made me look him in the eye. “I don’t care what was said or what Coach thinks. We’ll deal with that later, but I’ll make one thing clear, all right?”

I sniffled and peered up at him.

He smiled carefully and kissed my nose. “What you and I do is up to us and nobody else, you hear me?”

I nodded jerkily, drawing a ragged breath. I must look like a lunatic, but fuck me, I needed to hear that. I wasn’t ready to let him go. I wasn’t sure I ever would be.

“Do you wanna stop?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No. That’s the last thing I want.”

He smiled a little again. “Good. Same here.” He hauled me in for another hug, and I squeezed him back, letting the relief pour over me for a moment. The day he decided he’d had enough would come soon enough as it was. “When we get back to Hillcroft, I’mma tear you a new one for worrying me half to death today.”

“I’m sorry,” I croaked.

“Uh-uh. Not enough.” He pressed kisses to my hair and squeezed me even tighter, to the point where it started to hurt to have the Kevlar between us. “We were in the middle of raiding their safehouse when we discovered a second crew involved. And I swear, not ten minutes later, we got the call that a bomb detonated outside Hillcroft.”

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