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Jenna Rose – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.booksnovels.com Tue, 16 Jun 2026 12:47:38 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.1 http://www.booksnovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Jenna Rose – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.booksnovels.com 32 32 His Favorite Student Read Online Jenna Rose http://www.booksnovels.com/his-favorite-student-read-online-jenna-rose Tue, 16 Jun 2026 12:47:38 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/his-favorite-student-read-online-jenna-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Jenna Rose Advertisement

Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)

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Jessie Carter has always been the perfect student. Top of her pre-med class and completely focused on her career. Romance has never fit into the plan.
Then she meets Professor August Holt.
Brilliant and intense, the former heart surgeon sees straight through her carefully controlled exterior. What begins as extra help after class quickly turns into stolen evenings in his office, undeniable chemistry, and a connection Jessie never expected.
But when rumors begin spreading through the department and a colleague with a personal grudge threatens August’s career, Jessie must decide if protecting her future is worth walking away from the only man who’s ever truly seen her.

A steamy, human-written, over-the-top age-gap romance featuring a possessive professor, an innocent student, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily ever after

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JESSIE

I know three things for certain about myself.

One: I am going to be a doctor someday and have the best color-coded notes that I write out by hand.

Two: I make the world’s best carrot cake muffins from scratch. There’s no recipe, just the memories of my grandmother when she showed me how to make them when I was seven. I never forget anything anyone has ever bothered to teach me.

Three: I have no clue what my friends are shrieking about right now.

“Jessie!” Becca is gawking at me like I just told her I’m an alien from Planet Washkatarian. “You’ve got to be joking. Say that again.”

“I…I’ve never used one,” I reply, my cheeks heating up as I look down at the object in her hand. It’s pink and shaped like an architecturally designed zucchini. I look back at her frowning face. “Is that bad?”

Everyone goes quiet.

And not just the regular pause-in-the-conversation quiet. The kind of quiet that falls over a crowd when some drunk person at a wedding just said something completely inappropriate.

Becca, Dani, and Lourdes are staring at me with their jaws on the floor. The overly-sexy techno song blaring from the Bluetooth speaker seems suddenly extremely loud and inappropriate for the gravity of this moment.

We’re having a girls’ night out. It was Dani’s idea, which means there’s Boba tea and wine that she stole from her older sister. We’re sitting on the floor in a pile of blankets. It’s the kind of night I usually love because I love Boba, and I love my friends. I’m eighteen, so I shouldn’t technically be drinking, but it’s Friday, and school’s just started. No exams in the near future.

“Jessie,” Lourdes says very slowly, the way you talk to someone who has just told their family they think the Earth is flat. “Do you…know what this is?”

In a desperate attempt to save face, I shrug. “It’s a personal massager.” That is technically correct. It said that on the packaging when Becca pulled it out of the box.

More silence.

“A personal…” Dani laughs, unable to finish the sentence. She flops over sideways onto the couch, one hand pressed against her chest like she’s having a heart attack. “Oh my God. There’s no way.”

“Be nice!” Becca scolds her.

“What?” I ask. “What did I say?!”

Becca scoots closer and takes a seat on the coffee table, looking down at me the way moms do when they’re ready to have a serious conversation. She sets the pink zucchini-like object beside her.

“Jessie,” she says slowly. “Sweetie, I need you to tell me something. And I need you to be completely honest with me.”

“Sure, Becks.” I smile awkwardly. “I’m almost always honest with you.”

She takes a deep breath, then glances at the other girls and back at me. “Have you ever…” She pauses, blinks, and restarts. “Have you ever…explored…your…body…?”

She looks to Lourdes for help. She jumps right in. “Have you ever had an orgasm!?” she blurts out. Lourdes is from Miami and has no patience.

My eyes go wide at her question. I think genuinely and watch as Dani sits up from her couch collapse and looks at me with an expression that could only be described as grief.

“I mean—I know what one is,” I reply finally. “But I don’t think I’ve ever had one. I’d know it if I did, right?”

“Yes,” all three of them say at the exact same time. Embarrassed, I pull my blanket up a little.

“Oh. Then no.”

Dani slams her face into a throw pillow and lets out a long scream of terrible anguish. Lourdes hops up, grabs her hair, and starts pacing the length of the room like a lawyer getting ready for the trial of the century. And Becca—she leans in, grabs both of my hands, and looks at me like I’ve just emerged from solitary confinement where I’ve been the last ten years.

“Jessie,” she says. “You are beautiful.”

“Um, thanks?”

“No, like, objectively. You’re beautiful,” she repeats. “You know that guys trip over themselves when you walk by, right? Like literally yesterday on the quad, that frat guy walked right into a lamppost because he was checking out your ass.”

My cheeks prickle as I start blushing. “I just thought he was looking at his phone.”

“He was looking at you,” she says, squeezing my hands. “And your big brown eyes, your gorgeous hair, and your body, Jessica. You have a body—”

“I know I have a body, Becks,” I laugh. “I’m pre-med.”

Dani screams louder into her pillow. Becca takes a deep breath.

“That’s not what I meant. What I’m trying to say is that you are gorgeous. You’re a beautiful girl, but you’re eighteen years old, and you’ve never—not even once…?”

“Well, I’ve never had a boyfriend. You know that.” It’s the sad but honest truth. I’m a busy girl. Between the muffins that take the better part of a Sunday morning and all the work I did in school so I could get into a great college, I’ve led a pretty sheltered life.

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Estimated words: 23115 (not accurate)
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Briar finished a double shift at the truck stop and is speeding to her night class when the flashing lights appear behind her. She’s expecting a ticket, but instead, finds herself staring up at Officer Gareth Rawls, a grizzled detective twice her age. He arrests her on the spot, brings her to the station, and locks her in an interrogation room. What starts as a bogus arrest becomes something neither of them expected and neither can walk away from.

But Gareth has secrets—secrets could destroy everything. And Briar? She’s about to find out what happens when a good girl falls for a very bad cop.

A high-heat, human-written instalove romance featuring a possessive uniformed alpha, age gap, forbidden attraction, innocent heroine, protective hero, forced proximity, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA with epilogue

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GARETH

I’m starting to go numb.

When I first became a cop, I was driven. Nothing could get in my way. I wanted to bring bad men to justice. Put as many of them behind bars as possible.

And I did it. I rose like a star. Became the youngest detective in my precinct. People started talking about me being the new captain.

And then ‘the incident’ happened, and I’ve been put on traffic duty while they investigate.

Can you believe that? Me. The new police hotshot with a flawless case record, pulling people over for speeding and administering field sobriety tests.

What a waste of my time.

A Jeep filled with a bunch of rowdy guys zips by. They’re cheering like hyenas, celebrating a football or basketball victory. I could pull them over, but what’s the point? Spend the next ten minutes giving them a talking-to and then have to deal with their obnoxious parents?

No thanks.

I sit back, watch them fade into the darkness, then go back to my coffee, which has been sitting so long it might as well be iced. It tastes like mud mixed with battery acid, but I need something to keep me awake through these tedious nights.

I raise the Styrofoam cup to my lips to take a sip, but something catches my attention.

A girl’s gorgeous face, speeding past me.

Something sparks in my heart, and I have to grasp the steering wheel as a forgotten feeling zaps through me. It’s been a long time since I felt anything other than boredom. Other than rage.

Who are you, angel?

She looks like a model at the wheel of an old sedan. A Honda that looks like it’s held together with tape and glue, rattling by me at forty in a twenty-five.

I barely catch a glimpse of her face, but it’s enough to captivate me. There’s something sweet in her expression. So determined. So soft. Everything I am not.

Normally, I’d give someone speeding like that a pass. But not this one. Not her.

I hit the lights and sirens and pull out after her. My chest heaves as I gasp short, desperate breaths. No way am I letting a girl who can get me feeling this way get away.

Who are you, angel?

Protocol says I’m supposed to call this in. All traffic stops must be called back in to dispatch. But as I reach for the radio, I’m shocked to find my hand is shaking. Even my skin is hot.

What the hell is happening to me?

The Honda slowly pulls over, and I park behind her, staring at the back of her head. Part of me hopes she’ll be an obnoxious brat. Then I can go back to my normal life of dull indifference.

But what if she isn’t?

I grit my teeth and exit the car.

My muscles are tense as I walk up and rap my knuckles on her window. The glare from my flashlight obscures my view, but when she rolls the window down…

Then. Then she looks up at me, and I start praying for strength.

Her beauty is overwhelming. Flawless, wide-eyed, and innocent. Her petite frame has me clenching my fists at my sides.

Christ, I want to fuck her. Right here. Right now. Bend her over the trunk and ruin her.

My vision narrows, blurring out the blue and red flicker from my lights as I focus on her. Nothing but her exists. Not my ticket book. Not my investigation. Just her.

Lava flows from my heart, igniting my chest, melting away at the glacial ice within. A feeling I thought I’d lost.

Pull it together. Maintain.

“I’m Officer Gareth Rawls. License and registration,” I grunt. She already has them ready for me and hands them over. Despite her innocent face, there’s something in her eyes. Resilience. Backbone.

She’s wearing a worn-out pair of jeans filled with holes and an oversized T-shirt that looks thrifted. Still, no supermodel could compete with her. Other girls must be so jealous.

“Briar Beeman.” Her name tastes like honey on my tongue. “Do you know you were going forty in a twenty-five?”

My pants tighten as she looks up at me, all the blood in my body rushing to my center.

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Breaking the Thief Read Online Jenna Rose http://www.booksnovels.com/breaking-the-thief-read-online-jenna-rose Thu, 23 Apr 2026 22:37:35 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/breaking-the-thief-read-online-jenna-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Novella, Taboo Authors: Jenna Rose Advertisement

Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)

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I knew Chris was dangerous the moment he walked into my bookstore.

He moves quietly through rooms, studying them… Every door. Every window. Every exit.
But when he looks at me, that danger disappears.
He’s quiet. Protective. The kind of man who makes a shy bookstore girl feel safe in a world that suddenly feels too big.
Then I gave him a cup of coffee and I knew my life was about to change. What I didn’t know, was how dangerous that change would be.

Because Chris isn’t the man he pretends to be.
He’s a professional thief.
A man who’s spent eleven years robbing banks and disappearing without a trace. And the blueprints hidden in his closet prove tomorrow will be his biggest job yet.

I should run.
But when Chris looks at me, the ruthless criminal disappears, and the man underneath looks like he’d destroy anyone who tried to take me away.
Now I’m caught between two impossible choices:
Walk away from the only man I’ve ever loved…
Or trust the thief who stole my heart.

A human-written, addictive, instalove romance featuring a dangerous bank robber, an innocent bookstore girl, and a love worth risking everything for. No cheating, no cliffhangers—just obsession, protection, and a guaranteed HEA

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AVERY

He’s here again.

Third Tuesday in a row. Same time, just after five when the light through the front windows of Worn Spines, the little bookstore where I work, turns amber.

He comes through the door with such confidence you barely even notice. Like this little bookshop on Fifth Avenue in Gaslamp is just another errand on his list. Only nothing about him says errand.

He radiates precision.

He oozes control.

I only notice him because he tries so hard not to be noticed. Plain khakis, black T-shirt, black shoes. Nothing flashy. Nothing fancy. But the way he moves through the store with his shoulders level, eyes scanning, aware of every bit of his surroundings—that’s not how normal people browse for books. That’s how someone walks through a space they’ve already mapped in their mind.

I’m standing behind the counter, pretending to organize the new arrivals display, but I’m really watching him. I’ve been watching him for three weeks now. Which sounds creepy, but I can’t stop myself.

Maybe it’s because I’m eighteen and he’s clearly much older than me. Or maybe it’s because I’m barely scraping by and he has his whole life under control. Maybe it’s because he’s mysterious.

Of course, it doesn’t help that he’s absolutely gorgeous.

Not pretty-boy gorgeous. Not Instagram or TikTok gorgeous. He’s the kind of gorgeous that would make you cross the street away from him at night and then hate yourself for not having the guts to stay near him.

Slicked-back blond hair, well over six feet, a jaw that could have been carved from steel, and a muscular body that even his plain clothes can’t hide. The black T-shirt stretches over his shoulders and chest like it’s seconds from tearing. His arms are thick and veiny, and when he reached for a book last week, I caught the edge of something dark on his bicep. A tattoo. Just the tip of it, disappearing beneath the fabric like a secret.

I’ve been thinking about that tattoo for days, which is crazy. Because I don’t even know his name.

Today, he goes straight to the non-fiction section, pulls out a book like he knew it would be there, then takes a seat in the leather chair by the window like he owns it. He opens the book and starts reading.

Not skimming, not checking his phone. He’s focused.

I tilt my head discretely to read the spine from across the room.

Advanced Security Systems. Electricity, Sensors, and Design.

Interesting.

Not a self-help or a book on politics for this guy. A technical manual on security systems. The kind of thing someone might read if they were trying to get past them…

Stop it, Avery. He’s probably just an engineer or a guy in the field…who just so happens to look like he could snap someone’s neck without even raising his heart rate.

I should leave him alone. But I know I can’t. Quickly, I brew two cups of the shop coffee and walk over to him.

“Just a little light reading?” I say, stopping in front of his chair, holding out a mug for him. He just looks at it, then up at me.

And wow, he’s even more stunning up close. His eyes are ice blue, almost gray, and they beam into me with a focus that I can almost feel. I’m pinned in place. For a full second, he doesn’t speak. He just looks at me, my face, my hands holding the mugs. He’s reading me the way he reads rooms.

“Can I help you with something?” His voice is low. Flat. Not rude exactly, but impenetrable.

“I just brought you a coffee,” I say, holding out the mug. “Anyone sitting in this leather chair gets a free cup. It’s a rule I invented a couple minutes ago.”

Nothing. Not a smile, not even a twitch of the lips.

“I didn’t ask for a coffee.”

“I know, I just thought it would be a nice gesture…”

Something moves behind his eyes, like he’s calculating. Trying to figure out why I’m standing here. What I want. Whether or not I’m a threat.

Me. All five-foot-three of me in my two-year-old Converse and torn up jeans.

“Who sent you over here?” he asks.

“Sent me? Nobody sent me. I work here. Just trying to be friendly.” I glance at his book, trying to change the subject to something he’s more into. “You’re into security systems?”

His jaw tightens, and his eyes narrow. He glances behind him, then looks back at me, squaring his shoulders. “What exactly is your interest in what I’m reading?”

I take a step back. The warmth I walked over with is swept away with something cold. Embarrassment. I drop my eyes. “I’m sorry. If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine. Have a nice day.”

I turn to leave, feeling deflated. After three weeks of wondering about this man, thirty seconds of conversation has told me everything I need to know. He’s rude, paranoid, and probably is the kind of person you would cross the street to avoid.

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Good Vibrations Read Online Jenna Rose http://www.booksnovels.com/good-vibrations-read-online-jenna-rose Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:11:32 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/good-vibrations-read-online-jenna-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Jenna Rose Advertisement

Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)

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I’ve never had a boyfriend.
Unless you count the discreet one in my bedside drawer.

He’s reliable.
Predictable.
And completely safe.

Which is exactly why I prefer him to actual men.
Then Dawson Clark throws a creep across a party floor to protect me.
He’s older.
Dangerously confident.
And looks at me like I belong to him.

I run the first time.
Then again.
But Dawson keeps showing up.
At my coffee shop.
At my door.
In every thought I can’t shut off.

He says I don’t need to know how to do this.
That he’ll teach me.
And the closer he gets, the more I realize something terrifying…

My safe little routine might not survive him.
Because Dawson Clark is made of something real.
And once he decides he wants something…He doesn’t let it go.

A human-written, instalove romance featuring a possessive alpha and an FMC whose life will be forever changed. No cheating, no cliffhangers, just pure devotion and a guaranteed HEA!

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EVIE

It’s Friday night, and I’m alone in my apartment again. But that’s okay. I have my boyfriend, Charles, with me. He’s the perfect boyfriend; he’s warm, reliable, knows exactly how to please me, and most of all, we never argue.

I’m reaching for him when my phone buzzes and nearly scares me out of bed. It’s my friend, Reese, my polar opposite. In every way I’m calm and restrained, she’s wild and loves to let loose. Maybe that’s why we get along so well.

I know she won’t stop calling unless I answer, so I do. My right ear is greeted with sounds of loud voices and glasses clinking together. “Evie!” she shouts. “Evie, get your lazy ass out of bed and come out! I’m coming to get you in five!”

I glance at the bedroom door, already closed and double locked. This is my ritual: the lights are off, my vanilla-lavender candles are burning, and I’m in nothing but my underwear ready for some me time.

“I’m not going anywhere, Reese,” I say, trying not to come off as grouchy, but I can practically see the frown in her tone when she responds.

“It’s been two months since you’ve been out. And if you spend any more time with Charles, your hoohoo is going to fall off. Bet.”

“My hoohoo is just fine, thank you,” I reply. “I’m gonna go now. Have fun.”

“Bye, loser,” she replies.

“Bye, bitch.” I smirk as I hang up. I set my phone on the side table and reach into Charles’ drawer where he’s been sleeping since this afternoon. I took him out and used him twice this morning, once after lunch, once in the afternoon, but those were all just to tide me over until tonight. Tonight is when the magic happens.

I twist Charles’ bottom and feel him come to life, vibrating softly in my fingers. Charles looks like lipstick, nice and discrete, and the familiar feeling gets my lips twisting into a smile as I slide him down into my panties to my special place.

The familiar sensation is like instant joy spreading through my body. My hips rock, and my back bucks off the mattress. I grab a fistful of the sheets, take a deep breath, and close my eyes.

The pressure inside me builds. My chest tightens and my core goes tight. Warmth spreads through my belly as my thighs begin to tingle. My tongue slides out and traces a line across my lower lip, mimicking a man’s kiss.

“More…” I moan, my voice barely a breath as I twist Charles’ base and increase his speed. After all the times I’ve used him, I can go all the way to the maximum with no problem. Reese calls me Teflon Pussy.

It doesn’t take long before I’m coming, soaring over the edge, yelping into my pillow as my body takes over, quivering and shaking, my thighs clenched down on Old Reliable, as I like to call him.

I could keep going, but I give myself a break and twist the base of my toy to shut him off. Heart pounding, I feel it again—that hollow sensation that’s been eating at me for the last few months.

Sure, I can bring myself to orgasm no problem. And I do it so many times a day that my best friend is starting to think I’m psychotic, but there’s a growing emptiness that follows that’s starting to get worse.

I’m twenty-one and have never been with a man. Never even kissed one.

I want a man. Desperately. I’ve just never had the guts to actually go through with it. The thought of being naked, exposed, actually seen by a man? That’s just insane. Impossible even.

So Charles it is. “You’re the best, buddy.”

Reese keeps telling me I’m going to desensitize myself. That I’m ‘training my body to only respond to a machine.’ And honestly, I’m starting to get more and more afraid that this might actually be happening.

But I just can’t stop. Maybe there’s something wrong with me. Maybe I’m a nymphomaniac that’s also got a man phobia. But my time with Charles is the only release valve I have.

Am I addicted to him? I don’t want to believe so. I mean, I enjoy him. Why shouldn’t I partake whenever the urge strikes? Right? There’s nothing wrong with that. So even though I know I should put him away, I go back to him again.

I’m already hypersensitive from the first one, so as I press him to my button, my whole body jerks, causing the headboard to knock back against the wall. My mouth falls open, and I give myself over to him—to my own compulsion. Yet each orgasm feels softer than the last. Doesn’t quite hit as hard.

It’s like I’m chasing a high that keeps eluding me. Like there’s a hollowness inside me that I’m trying and failing to fill. But I’m not stopping.

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They call him the king of Chicago. I call him my enemy.

Ryker Vale rules the city with guns, blood, and absolute control. Older. Untouchable. He destroys anyone who defies him.
Unfortunately for both of us—I do.

Now our parents have merged their criminal empires, and I’m forced into his house…
His territory…
His line of fire.

Every fight is charged. Every touch forbidden. Enemies by blood. Step-siblings by marriage.
We were never meant to want each other. But enemies make the most dangerous lovers.

And Ryker Vale never lets go once he’s claimed something.
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RYKER

I’m counting up today’s earnings when Kane enters my office. “She’s down at Rocky’s. Got her crew with her.”

My fists clench tightly as a stab of adrenaline zaps my body. I reach into my drawer and grab my gun—the always reliable .38 revolver.

“I warned her,” I snarl as I stand.

Kane smirks. He knows what’s about to go down, and he’s excited. “Maybe she’s making a takeover play?”

My chair slams against the wall as I rocket to my feet and snatch my coat from the rack. Teeth grinding together, I launch past my second-in-command.

“Rally the troops,” I tell him. “Meet me there.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I bust out of my twenty-million-dollar mansion and slide into my blood-red Lamborghini. I floor it and drift out of the gates onto the street.

A couple of cops doing a traffic stop just watch me run a red light and look the other way. They know who I am, and they know better than to pull me over.

I’m Ryker Vale, heir to the Vale crime family. For the last thirty years, we’ve run half of Chicago. Only now there’s a new gang in town, The Noirs, and they’re making things messy.

They came to town looking for a fight, but after a few years of trading blood, we finally reached a truce. We’ve gone five years without incident, but now their daughter, Sable Noir, is pushing the boundary lines and stirring up trouble.

I sent Kane to warn her once, but if what he says is true, she’s not listening. And tonight, I’m going to show her who really runs this city.

A fleet of black Noir-family SUVs sits out front of Rocky’s Bar as I pull up, and my rage starts boiling. What does this girl think she’s doing?

Glancing in my rear-view, I see my boys rolling up behind me as I park across the street and get out.

“How many does she have with her?” I bark.

“Six or seven,” Kane replies.

I slam a fist into my palm, embracing the pain, readying myself for war as I cross the street. My men take up the flanks like the soldiers they are. Sable might think I’m gonna go easy on her, but she has no idea what’s coming.

I nearly tear the front door off its hinges as I enter the bar. Smoke fills my nostrils, and chatter assaults my ears. Club music blares, and Noir men in black suits lean against the bar.

Rocky’s is Vale territory. It’s a front that we use to clean our dirty money. The Noir family knows this. But Sable is unhinged and crossing the line.

Well, if she wants a war, I’ll give her one.

“Point her out,” I tell Kane. I’ve never actually met Sable in person, but as soon as I’ve asked the question, I see there’s no need. Only one woman in this bar tonight could be Sable Noir, and I’m staring right at her.

Stunning would be an understatement. She’s drop-dead gorgeous. Dark hair with ice-cold blue eyes. Lush, plump, red lips, a thin neck and perky tits that are nearly spilling out of the black lace top she’s wearing.

“Fuck…”

Blood rushes to my cock as I stare. Kane shifts at my side, ready for my command.

“I know,” he chuckles. “She’s a looker—”

“Shut your mouth,” I snap, drawing a startled look from him. “We’re here to work.”

Leading the pack, I stride right up to one of Sable’s men as he’s about to take a shot and drive my fist into his side. At least two ribs crack under my knuckles. He cries out and drops like a brick, writhing in pain at my feet.

His men whirl, reaching for weapons, but Sable snaps, raising her hand in the air, “Hold.”

Her men freeze, obeying their leader’s command. She’s got them well trained, I’ll give her that.

Sable may be only eighteen, but she already looks like a fashion model turned crime boss.

My eyes narrow as I stare into her icy blues. She’s wearing a blood-red skirt, black stockings with a black garter belt, and black designer heels with red bottoms.

“Sable Noir,” I say, my voice tight and low. “This is Vale turf. You and your men leave now. I’m only going to ask once.”

The energy of my men is palpable—they’re itching for blood.

Sable’s plump lips twist up at the corners. Am I amusing her?

She glances at her man still groaning in pain at my feet, then takes a cherry from her drink and slips it into her mouth.

“After you broke poor Jacob’s ribs? No, I don’t think so…Ryker? That’s your name, right?”

My skin is hot. My knuckles yearn for flesh and bone. “You know my name.”

Her eyes gleam back at me. She nods, flicking the cherry stem onto the floor.

“Yes, I do. But I have news for you, Ryker.” The length of her legs and the curve of her hips goes straight to my core as she stands. Her designer perfume wafts into my lungs—sweet, dangerous, intoxicating. “This bar belongs to me now.”

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I tried to be a good girl and wait.

I held onto my innocence for the one man who refuses to claim it. My step-brother.
Caleb left a year ago with no explanation. I was sure he hated me.
But now he’s back. All muscle, and dangerous restraint. He works with his hands, and protects with his fists. And when someone tries to drag me away?
He handles it.
Now our parents are gone. The house is quiet. And the man who once walked out to protect me is standing in my bedroom doorway.
He says I don’t know what I’m asking for. He says once he starts, he won’t stop.
I tell him I don’t want him to. I’ve been his since the day he left. And this time…
He’s not going anywhere…

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ELIZA

“Have you ever done yourself up, Eliza?”

I blush hard in the mirror at Mara as she works the curling iron through my hair. When she first plugged it in and brought it close to me, I was sure it was going to scorch every single follicle off of my skull and leave me bald for life.

Reaching up, I take one of the curls between my fingers and examine it.

“I’m not gonna look like I’m…trying too hard, am I?” I ask, already wanting to crawl under the bed and hide.

Mara laughs. “Despite what men say about loving the ‘natural’ look, they like hot chicks, bro! And we’re making you hotter than you’ve ever been.”

I barely recognize my reflection in the mirror. Fake eyelashes, mascara, blush, concealer—all things I never wear. Honestly, I wouldn’t even have a clue how to put them on if it wasn’t for Mara.

Can you believe that? Nineteen years old and I don’t know how to do my own makeup?

But I have to admit, I kind of like the way I look with my face all done up. Normally, I just wake up, shower, throw on some sweats, and go about my day. I was actually planning on wearing that tonight, but Mara had other plans.

“You can’t go to the club in that!” She laughed when she burst into my room like a perfume-covered tornado. She had a bunch of dresses with her that I never ever would have bought, and told me to pick one.

It then took ten minutes of persuasion to get me into a tiny piece of black fabric that hugs every inch of my curves like a second layer of skin. I’ve always been self-conscious about specific parts of my body—my hips and breasts especially—but this dress does wonders for me.

“Are you sure this isn’t…too much?” I ask, trying to tug the hem down a little more on my ample thighs. “It’s not really hiding…anything…”

“That’s the point!” Mara replies, twisting her lips as she shakes her head at me. “Your legs are thick, girl, and boys love ‘em. You gotta show ‘em off!”

I’ve no clue where Mara gets her self-confidence from. She’s the total opposite of me when it comes to boys. They scare the bejesus out of me, but Mara always seems to have fun with them She’s the only reason I’m actually going out tonight.

“I dunno,” I mutter. “Maybe I’ll just stay in and work on some of my sketches…”

If you look up ‘introvert’ in the dictionary, there should be a picture of me. I’d rather be drawing or taking photos than playing a team sport or doing a girl’s night out.

“No, no, no,” she scolds, waving her finger in the air. “We are going out, having drinks, and maybe you’ll even get yourself a little strange…”

She winks, causing me to blush even more. I’m a virgin. Mara knows this. Me getting ‘a little strange’ tonight would be in fact…strange, if not downright impossible. I’m saving myself for a man who has zero interest in me—who is ten years older than me, looks at me like an annoying little girl, and hasn’t interacted with me in months.

My step-brother Caleb.

He moved out right after I turned eighteen when his mom, Sara, married my dad, Daniel. Now the only time I see him is at a family dinner, but he never says a word to me. My stomach twists into knots every time he averts his eyes from me. Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing to piss him off.

Maybe if he saw me in this dress with this makeup on things would change. But then again, he has no shortage of girls throwing themselves at him. He’s tall, gorgeous, broad-shouldered, and doesn’t give a damn about what anyone thinks about him.

From the way he acts, I bet he hates me right down to his core—thinks I’m a spoiled little brat. I’ve never had a job, but Caleb was doing manual labor since he was fifteen. He’s never said so directly, but I know he thinks my art is silly. Just another dumb girl who thinks she’s going to change the world.

Mara finally finishes with my hair and sets the curling iron aside. I stand up and take a look at myself in the full-length mirror, and my heart starts racing. So much cleavage.

“Yeah, this isn’t a good idea,” I say, starting to sweat. “I’m gonna look like a fresh beef steak to those guys—”

“That’s the idea!” Mara persists, taking my arm like a sweet old grandma. “And I’ll be there to look out for you.”

“And we’re gonna be drinking? What happens if we get caught with fake IDs?”

Mara gives me that look she always gives me when I’m going into my mom-mode—thinking too much about something. Picturing all the things that could go wrong instead of thinking about everything that could go right. That’s how she puts it.

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The convent was meant to cure me of my sins.

Instead, I walked straight into my step-brother’s house—into his dark, dangerous eyes.
Amon is ten years older. Cold. Powerful and used to control. And the second he looks at me, he knows exactly what I am.
Untouched. Temptation. A bad girl pretending to be holy.
Now our parents are gone and I’m trapped under his roof—under his rules. Every mistake earns punishment. Every punishment awakens something wicked inside me.
I was taught to fear men like him.
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JOAN

The thick, wrought-iron swings open like the jaws of a great whale, swallowing me whole as I pull through and park in front of the enormous mansion.

I still can’t believe I’m here. I’m out. Momma sent me to the convent, but after only a few months, I couldn’t take it. I know it’s wrong, but I feel like I’ve just been released from prison.

When I turned eighteen, I bought a single lace thong—just to try it out. Momma found it and exploded. She told me Satan had a hold on me, and if we didn’t quell my sinful urges, I’d end up ‘one of those hussies out on the street.’

Especially without having a daddy around to straighten me out.

I still can’t get over just how big the house is—like something from an old Hollywood film where a great family would hold extravagant balls for high society.

Then again, my new family is high society. Mom just recently re-married John Bleakson, a stock trader who runs his own hedge fund…whatever that is. Quite an upgrade from my biological father, who worked steel until he died in a fire.

Sometimes I wonder what kind of gal I’d be if he was still around.

I park and step out of the car, shielding myself from the rain. A single light glows from a room on the second floor. But who could it be?

Momma and John are on vacation in Florida, along with my new step-brother, Amon.

Must be just one of their household staff. A house this big? I’d bet they have tons.

I race inside and shake off the wet. My footsteps echo across the foyer. I’d reckon you could fit my entire old house in here with no problem.

So this is how the other half lives.

It’s quiet, uncomfortably so. Like I’m not supposed to be here. The lights are dim, but a presence hangs over me like a dark blanket—blacker than the fabric of my habit.

The back of my neck prickles, causing me to flinch like there’s a spider on me. I hear the floor creak above me and look up, only to find myself staring into the stern eyes of temptation itself.

“Amon…” His name falls from my tongue, barely a whisper.

I clutch my cross, trying to fight back the wickedness inside. I have to be good for Momma. For the Lord.

But heat spreads through me, forcing thoughts into my mind that I know I shouldn’t have. That I know are wrong.

Maybe Momma was right about me...

I stare up at Amon—his broad shoulders, dark hair, and piercing eyes that seem to peel me like an orange.

My body is covered, head to toe. Even my hair is hidden. But the way he looks at me…it’s like he can see through it all, right down to my skin beneath.

My hips twist on their own as a tingling sensation spreads between my thighs. I’ve felt it before while lying alone in bed at night, staring up at the ceiling, cursing myself for my own desires.

And as I look up at this dangerously handsome man towering above me, I feel those desires again. Growing and swelling, like something I can’t control.

A thick bulge shows in his pants. Is that what I think it is?

The thought steals my breath away, and I scold myself. Amon is my step-brother. He’s ten years older than I am. I should be introducing myself. Entering into the bond of a new family.

Yet the way he’s looking at me now—it’s like he has plans for me. Like he wants to take me somewhere—some place private…

…What would happen next? Images of things I don’t even understand yet invade my mind. I start to feel lightheaded and swallow hard.

“You’re a sinner.” His words boom down like thunder, causing me to shake as he slowly descends the stairs. “The nuns knew. That’s why they sent you away.”

How does he know about the convent? Did Momma tell him?

His gaze fastens to me like chains. Just like I thought…he can see right through me.

“I…what?”

As he gets closer, I realize he resembles my father. Square-jawed, eyes filled with discipline. Big strong hands…

He’s also tall. Well over six feet.

“I can see by the way you’re clutching that cross that you’re just a bad girl in disguise, aren’t you?”

My body trembles. What does he want me to say?

“They taught you to hide, not to change. We can’t go through life pretending, Joan.”

I’m speechless as he stops in front of me. I’m overcome by with his size. I have to crane my neck to look up at him like I’m kneeling in prayer.

This isn’t fair. What is he thinking? It’s like he already knows everything about me, but I know nothing about him.

My stomach sinks. This is beyond wrong. Amon and I are family now that our parents have married. If Daddy knew what I was thinking right now, my butt would be red for a week.

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I came home from jail with one don’t touch my step-sister.

Piper is eighteen. Still innocent—but now, drop-dead gorgeous. Not the awkward girl I remember.

She’s completely off-limits.
I try to stay away. Try to be the man my father demands.

But she tempts me on purpose—with soft smiles, bare skin. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

I’m not the kind of man who walks away once he’s claimed something.

And Piper? She was never safe from me…

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JAKE

My whole body relaxes as the house comes into view. Finally, I’m back home. Feels good. I can’t even explain what it feels like to be out after spending two years behind bars.

Now all I want to do is plonk down on the living room couch, watch some TV, and eat real food.

But when I step through the door, I end up face to face with my dad, scowling at me with his phone pressed to his ear.

He doesn’t have to say anything. His eyes carry his feelings well enough.

Disappointment.

And I get it. I do. Dad’s a bigshot attorney—partner at a prestigious firm. He wants a son who wears wool sweaters to office parties and has big plans to take over when he retires, not a reckless bad boy with an assault charge on his record and tattoos.

“You look like a goddamn biker!” he told me when he saw the first ones. “You’re not from a trailer park, Jake!”

We’ve had our disputes, and he may be a pain in the ass, but I’ll take Dad over a prison guard any day of the week.

“Yo, Pops—” I say, but he waves me off and heads into the other room, speaking quietly into his phone.

“Sorry, yeah, my uh…son just got back,” he says. “From college? No, from uh…well, let’s just say he went on a long vacation.”

Vacation? Don’t make me laugh. Iron bars, concrete floors, and being surrounded by the worst men of society isn’t a vacation.

I shake my head and rub my eyes, trying not to let myself get angry. For Christ’s sake, I just got back. Dad can’t take two seconds to chat with me?

It’s not like I got locked up for stealing or selling drugs or something. I was defending his wife, my mom, from a guy trying to mug her.

Technically, she’s his ex-wife now, but that’s beside the point.

In broad daylight, while we were walking down by the water, this dickhead tried to make off with Mom’s purse and phone.

The second he touched her, I just snapped. I laid him out with one punch. But that wasn’t enough. Mom was screaming bloody murder, and I went into a frenzy, kicking the guy in the guts while the cops ran up on me.

The judge ruled I’d used ‘excessive force’ defending my mom and put me away for two years. Hell, I didn’t even know civilians could be charged with that.

Sighing, I hoist my bag onto my shoulder and head for my room. But when I reach the second floor, an unfamiliar smell sweeps into my nostrils.

Perfume?

It’s delicate, not overpowering, and alluring. After two years of only smelling male body-odor and cafeteria food, it’s a welcome shock to my system.

I follow my nose down the hall to the bathroom I share with my step-sister, Piper, sniffing like a dog who smells something delicious to eat. I peek around the corner, and what I see nearly knocks me over.

Piper stands at the mirror doing her makeup. She’s wearing pajama shorts that barely even cover her ass and a T-shirt that hangs off one shoulder like it’s two sizes too big.

For a second, my brain stops working.

This…can’t be Piper. She moved in just before I went off to jail, and she was an awkward sixteen-year-old with scrawny legs, acne, and a flat chest.

But this woman standing in front of me is different. She’s filled out, blessed with sinful curves and a body that hits me like a punch to the gut. My legs even threaten to give out as I drag my eyes up to hers.

She’s gorgeous. But most of all, she’s eighteen. Which means now she’s legal.

“What the fuck?” I blurt out without thinking.

She turns and recognizes me instantly. “Oh, hey, Jake. Back from the slammer?”

I want to laugh, but I can’t. My jaw is hanging open like a hungry dog. I probably look like a moron as she smiles back at me, glowing like a sexy fairy.

My jeans fight back my cock, which is quickly filling with blood, threatening to grow to a full erection. Christ, she really went through a glow-up while I was away. How am I going to handle this?

The only women I’ve seen for the last two years have been half-naked pinups, smuggled in on pages torn out of magazines. Now I have this beauty in front of me, and I’m instantly consumed by every dirty thought imaginable.

I have to brace myself against the door to stop from falling over.

No, she’s your stepsister. Calm yourself down. She is off-limits.

“Are you all right, Jake?” she asks. Jesus, even her voice is cuter than it was before.

“I’m fine!” I snap, causing her to jump. Her tits bounce beneath her shirt, and she looks at me like I just tried to bite her. I quickly lower my eyes to the floor where the view is…safer…

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I hate Christmas. 

The lights. The music. The forced cheer.

Most of all, I hate being alone while everyone else runs home to family I no longer have.  So I stay at the office—because work is the only thing I can control.

Then Blake shows up.

He’s my new intern. Too confident. Too handsome. Too aware of the way my body reacts to him.  He asks for time off for Christmas… and I say no.

I tell myself it’s about work.  But the truth is, I want him here. With me. Watching me unravel.

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KATHRYN

I hate Christmas.

The lights, the colors, the same obnoxious songs—even the food. Call me Scrooge, I really don’t give a damn.

But the thing I really despise about Christmas is how it gets in the way of my work.

I’m thirty-one. Youngest female CEO in America, and I didn’t get to where I am today by taking time off. Which is all my employees want this time of year.

They want to go home to be with family so they can unwrap gifts, sing Christmas carols, walk around their neighborhood, and admire the lights.

I don’t have a family. So none of that is an option for me.

Mom died just before I got into Harvard, and Dad died just before I graduated. Ironic, isn’t it?

They’re who I did it for.

All the studying, the late nights, guzzling coffee to keep myself awake. It was all for their approval. And they weren’t even around to see my success.

So when I look out the glass of my office at the office Christmas party, I don’t feel warm and fuzzy like they all do, I just feel…alone.

“Kathryn?” Francesca, my current assistant, knocks cautiously at the door. “I have those papers for you to sign.”

“Bring them in,” I tell her.

My business is an e-commerce business I founded three years ago. Most startups fail within the first few years, but my company is now valued at around 1.2 billion.

She hands me my Montblanc fountain pen. I see she found the red one to go along with the theme of the holiday.

I take it from her and am just about to sign when something over her shoulder catches my eye.

There, smiling beside the Christmas tree, is a man I’ve never seen before.

He’s tall—at least six feet—and although he’s wearing a work shirt and tie, it’s obvious he works out.

Something about him takes my breath away. My heart skips a beat, and it’s like the world goes into slow motion as I stare.

He’s not traditionally good-looking. Not movie star material. But my body instantly warms as my eyes scour his face.

Nothing but sharp lines—a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, and lips any girl would kill to kiss. And his hands…

Big and strong, with thick fingers that look like he could palm a basketball. I realize my skin is tingling and I’m starting to sweat.

Jesus, what is happening to me?

I’ve never had the time or the desire for men. In fact, I’ve started to wonder if I’m actually asexual. But right now, I can only think of one thing…

Him.

“Who is that?” I ask Francesca, pointing discretely in his direction.

She looks back. “Who?”

“Him, right there!” My voice is raised. I’m practically shaking. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. “The man standing by the tree.”

“Oh, that’s our new intern, Blake Koch.”

Tasha, a pretty blonde from our digital marketing team, goes over to Blake and offers him a drink. He smiles and takes it from her, and a feeling gushes through me—a feeling I’m unfamiliar with. A feeling I haven’t felt in years.

Jealousy.

I’m actually jealous that Tasha is talking to Blake, an intern I’ve never even met.

That foreign emotion grows as I watch her flirt with him, batting her eyelids and laughing at everything he says.

Please, he can’t be that funny.

But when she reaches out and touches his arm, that’s when I lose it.

“Bring him in here,” I bark, causing Francesca to jump.

“Now? You want me to bring him in here now?”

“Yes, Francesca, now. I’ve never met him before, and I like to know who’s working for me.”

Francesca has been my assistant now for two years and knows better than to question me, but she does give me an odd glance before stepping out of the office.

I watch her thread through the party over to him. She places a delicate hand on his shoulder. He turns, and I almost have a heart attack.

His eyes…

They move down, clearly checking out Francesca’s cleavage. She’s wearing a blouse today with a neckline that’s lower than normal.

It didn’t bother me until now…

She whispers something in his ear, and he looks up. For a brief second, our eyes meet, and it’s like my soul leaves my body.

Heat floods through me. My thighs tickle, and a fuzzy feeling blows through my head. I have to blink several times to ground myself as he follows Francesca back through the party and to the door of my office.

She knocks out of formality, then introduces him.

“Kathryn, this is Blake Koch, our new intern.”

“Thank you, Francesca, you can leave.” It’s curt, but I want to be alone with him.

I need to.

In fact, if I could draw the privacy curtains without causing the whole office to start gossiping, I would.

He’s only a few feet away from me now. I can see that his clothes look professional but are second-hand. His tie is tied sloppily, and his watch is a knockoff.

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You shouldn’t want the man who chases you through the night…

But the moment Rick pinned me up against that brick wall, I forgot how wrong our little game is supposed to be.

He’s older, stronger, all muscle and danger, and the only man who’s ever looked at me like I’m a treasure.

I’m the virgin bride, married off by my father to a cruel billionaire. Berry may own me on paper, but Rick owns my heart.
At the same time I’m running from him, I’m running to him.

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RICK

“Well, who is that fine hunk of man meat right there?” I look up from the pavement and see a group of three women, all wearing cocktail dresses and heels, and all clearly drunk.

The blonde yelling at me has a slit up her dress that says she’s not headed to the office Christmas party.

“Yo, baby!” her friend calls out, waving her purse. “Where you get those muscles? They on sale at Home Depot?”

“Look at the bulge in his jeans, Liza,” the third one cackles. “He’s packin’!”

Some men might actually get turned on by this gaggle of girls. But not me. My dick doesn’t move an inch. I’m one year from thirty, and a basic group of girls like these is not about to turn me on.

Not like she does…

“Wanna have some fun, handsome?” the blonde asks, stepping up to me. “You strip? He looks like a stripper, doesn’t he, Denise?”

“Sorry, ladies, I have somewhere to be.” I try to push past them, but Liza grabs my arm, digging her nails into my skin.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this—”

“Get off!” I snap, tearing my arm away. All three girls’ eyes go wide as the moon. They’re clearly not used to getting turned down.

Well, first time for everything.

I walk off, and after a second, they start shouting curses at me. Like I give a shit.

I’m in the middle of something right now. Something that means everything to me.

It’s quiet downtown tonight. I take a set of stairs down to the park, feeling my heart race as I get closer.

This is it.

And then I see her. Standing under a streetlamp, looking like lust and desire incarnate.

She looks like she just stepped off a runway. Black heels frame her flawless legs, but the rest of her is hidden from me, wrapped in a trench coat that clings to her perfect curves, concealing the rest.

“You fucking tease,” I mutter to myself, clenching my fist by my side.

Blood rushes to my cock. This is it. This is why I’m here.

Not for those obnoxious girls back there who just throw themselves at anybody. But for this pristine goddess in front of me now.

You shouldn’t be here. Not at this hour. Not alone. You know that…

My adrenaline surges as she turns her head to me. Her bright green eyes flash with fear but something else too. Something that has me seeing a future—a future of us.

She turns and runs.

And I chase, like the feral animal I am.

The sound of her heels click-clacking on the pavement has me hard enough that I’m aching. It’s not easy to run with an erection, but this girl is worth it.

She runs through the light of another street lamp, which sculpts her beautiful calves with light. The back of her trench coat flips up, just barely showing off the back of her legs and the cleft of her ass.

You’re not wearing panties, you naughty little girl…

Just a stunning, naked body beneath that thin layer of gabardine cotton that I am dying to get my hands on.

She’s got a lot of spirit in her and is running hard and fast, but I’m gaining on her. No way she’s going to lose me.

I follow her up a hill and around the corner of a convenience store and stop dead in my tracks. Parked in the lot out front is a cop car with two cops standing around drinking coffee.

She slows down and walks past them, drawing looks.

Don’t even think about it, you bastards.

One looks at his partner and winks, causing jealousy to flow through my body. It makes me want to break their hands for just looking at her.

What do they have to offer? Only I know what she needs.

I watch as she passes them and leans casually against the wall of the store, as if she wasn’t just running for her life.

She turns to me, her eyes sparkling, as if to say, “What are you gonna do now?”

Now that’s just not fair…

In fact, it’s almost breaking the rules.

Forcing me to stand here, watching these two nimrods sip coffee, throwing glances her way, as my body screams at me to rush past them and take her.

The way the light from the store’s sign catches her face, making her glow like a Hollywood beauty.

She sways her hips as if to tease me. She’s like a diamond, gleaming from a pile of rubble.

I stay hidden, counting the seconds until finally the boys in blue hop in their cruiser and head off. Then…

…It’s go-time.

I sprint toward her, and she takes off, racing away from me like her life depends on it.

Yeah, run. We know you love it…

Every muscle in my body is tense. My heart throbs with desire.

Christ, I’m a bad man.

Why can’t I just be normal? Find a nice girl at the coffee shop, chat her up, invite her out to the opera or whatever it is normal people do?

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