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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)

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The daughter of Chase Thornton (Taking What He Wants) is no pushover, but when her first crush broke her heart, she withdrew into herself to lick her wounds. Drifting through life, she had no intentions of ever seeing him again until life threw her a curveball and their paths crossed once again at the worst possible time.

Julius Bliar (Dangerously In Love) has sworn off love and relationships. Ever since he broke the young girl’s heart, the girl his family legacy had chosen for him, he was sure he would walk this life alone. But then fate brought them together again and this time, he had no intentions of letting her go

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JESSICA

“I’ll just end it if you leave me.”

“Come again!”

“I said I would end my life if you left me.”

“Hold that thought!” I left him sitting on the couch and headed into the bedroom to grab the bag I’d already packed. If this bitch was going to splatter his brain all over hell and back, he wasn’t getting blood all over my shit.

I looked around to make sure I hadn’t left anything behind. I’d already taken most of my stuff down to the car, but he got home before I could finish making my escape. I hate messy goodbyes, but if I stayed here one more minute, my freedom just might be forfeit. I’m barely holding on to my patience as it is.

“Where’re you going?” He jumped up off the couch when I started heading for the door. Ugh, he’s one of those.

“You said if I left, you would kill yourself. I accept that challenge.” Saves me having to do twenty-five to life behind your stupid ass.

He made a mad dash to block me, but I was too fast and was out the door, slamming it behind me before he took the third step. I bypassed the elevator and headed for the stairwell, booking it down three flights of stairs. I’m not an idiot; I know the elevator in this place barely works, so there was no way he would get downstairs before me. Besides, the desk clerk was on duty, and I knew my brand-new ex would eat his own young before letting himself look stupid in front of an audience.

“Going somewhere?” Charlie, the night clerk, called out as I headed for the doors.

“Yes, Charlie, I guess this is goodbye. I’m leaving that jerk.”

“Good for you.” His response brought me up short. That shit smacked of missing-missing reasons, like he knew something that I didn’t know until roughly half an hour ago.

“Hold that thought, Charlie, I’m gonna have to come back to you on that one.” I saw the flashing light of the elevator making its way down, so I hurried my ass out to my car in the lot, hit the fob that unlocked the door, and jumped into the driver’s seat like an extra on The Fast and the Furious while simultaneously tossing my bag in the passenger seat.

I saw my asshole ex run out the door just as I peeled off and gave him the middle finger salute in the rearview mirror. I wish this bitch would hold his life ransom after cheating on me. After three years of dating, didn’t he know me at all? The Purge is my all-time favorite movie, and he knows this. The fuck!

I thought of heading to my parents’ place, but made a split-second decision not to do that. That’s the first place the Asshole extraordinaire would look for me because I’m sure his narcissistic ass was too much the coward to follow through with his promise to end it.

It doesn’t matter, though, because the moment I saw the incriminating texts between him and his side piece, he was already six feet deep, as far as I’m concerned. I’m sure he knows that too, and that’s why he went to so much trouble to hide his little dalliance from yours truly.

What I’m sure he didn’t expect was for me to just leave. He was probably expecting tears and pleadings and all that other happy shit you see in the movies that are made to make women feel less than when they don’t act like their life is over without a smelly beast.

I wish the fuck I would lose my dignity over someone who didn’t think enough of me not to fuck around behind my back. The idiot knows how much I love myself. He also knows my stance on cheating and cheaters. Whatever possessed him to think I would act any differently in this situation is beyond me.

I pulled into the parking lot of the first motel I saw and sent up a hope and a prayer that there was a vacancy. It’s spring break, and our little beach town is known to swell to thousands about this time. At least this place is a little way away from the water, so I just might luck out; if not, I’ll just keep driving until I run out of gas.

The nice lady behind the desk found me a room on the second floor away from the hustle and bustle of the parking lot, which was the best I could expect at such short notice, and I took one bag with me, choosing to leave the rest of my stuff in the trunk of my car because I wasn’t planning on staying here longer than the one night it would take for me to get my ducks in a row.

First things first, as soon as I got to the room, I dropped my bag and called my parents to let them know that I was okay. I thought long and hard about how much to divulge because just as much as I didn’t want to end up behind bars, I didn’t want that for my Dad either, and he would for sure end the Asshole’s life without a second thought.

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Jealous Alpha Read Online Jordan Silver http://www.booksnovels.com/jealous-alpha-read-online-jordan-silver-2 Tue, 16 Jun 2026 12:48:33 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/jealous-alpha-read-online-jordan-silver-2 Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Jordan Silver Advertisement

Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59816 (not accurate)
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My woman! Many had vied for her position, some had spent years trying to get my notice without any luck. My position and wealth was a huge draw for some, my looks another. She was the first woman not to give a damn about either.
Is that why I’d fallen for her so easily? Was it her aloof manner that enticed me, drew me to her? Is it the constant wondering of whether or not she’d been that way with him that kept this jealousy alive?
As to that, I’ve never harbored jealousy or envy against anyone in my life, I never had to. I was born with everything I could possibly need and from then until now had never wanted for anything. Whatever I wanted I took.
And then there’s Gia, my woman. I’ve taken her but the love she once bore her dead husband still haunts me. I won’t stop until I’ve erased him from her memory no matter what it takes

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1

“Stop here.” My driver pulled up to the curb and let me out. It was still early enough in the day that there weren’t too many people around, less annoyance for me to deal with.

I walked into the coffee shop with my head down as I looked at my phone, making my way up to the counter. “I’ll have a double espresso with a twist.”

I paid and left without once looking at the person behind the counter and walked smack dab into a warm body. “Son of a…”

I looked up sharply at the expletive and came face to face with beauty. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t expecting it that it stopped me cold.

She was a little bit of a thing, barely reaching my chin. But her curves under the fitted skirt suit and the wild black curls that fell over her shoulders and back painted quite a picture.

I got just a small glimpse of her almond shaped hazel colored eyes before she looked down at herself where I’d spilled my drink.

Her scent reached me and my body reacted so strongly the shock of it left me reeling. I stood there staring down at her as time seemed to stand still.

She on the other hand barely acknowledged me as she turned and headed back out the door, muttering under her breath about inconsiderate assholes.

She didn’t even let me see to her after spilling the hot drink down her chest and I felt bad, but not as bad as I felt at the thought that I might never see her again.

The feeling of loss was so strong it was an ache in my chest and I tried calling out to her. But she was moving way too fast for me to keep up and for some reason my equilibrium seemed off. It felt like I was walking under water.

I moved out onto the sidewalk and watched her until she disappeared around the corner. I looked up at the name of the place and the street and headed back to my car where my driver was waiting to let me in.

I can’t say I thought of her for the rest of the ride, but she did cross my mind a time or two in the half an hour it took to reach my office.

I wonder who she is, if she’s from around there? And why this morning of all mornings I’d chosen to stop for coffee?

It was most definitely not the kind of place I’d usually frequent. In fact I’ve been coming this way to get from my place to the office for a few years now and never had the inclination.

By the time I logged the secret code into my personal elevator for the ride up to my luxury office on the fiftieth floor, my mind had shifted to the coming day and what laid ahead.

“Oh, you’re here, I need you to go over these specs before the new architect gets here.” My brother walked into my office minutes after I arrived.

“I thought you already did that?”

“Oh no, I’m not falling for that again. Last time I made a mistake my ears rang for a damn week after all your yelling.” This kid’s been a pain in my ass since birth.

“Just drop it there and get out of my office. I have things to do that don’t include being annoyed by you.”

“Fine, don’t forget she’s going to be here any minute. By the way you need to call our mother. She’s on the warpath again.”

“What did you do this time?”

“I like that, why is it always me? Actually this time it’s you. You missed Sunday brunch or something like that again.”

Dammit, why does my mother think she can hold my weekends hostage? “I’ll call her later.” I was already focused on the reports in front of me before he turned to the door.

I’d almost forgotten about the new architect that we’d hired, or more to the point my brother Gavin had hired.

I usually let him take care of the hiring for our company while I focused on bringing in business and making money.

Our grandfather had started the business over eighty years ago with nothing but a few thousand dollars and brute strength.

Now, what had started out, as a mere construction-company was now one of the leading residential and commercial builders in the country.

This latest project was taking us out of the country and Gavin had got the bright idea to hire some up and coming hotshot architect that he swears is the best thing since slice bread.

Since I usually let him handle that side of things, I didn’t have much to say about his choice, as long as she got the job done I could care less. Though up to this point we’d only dealt with male architects.

This woman he’s been going on about for weeks had apparently won some awards out west and was being touted as the latest talent in her field so I trust him to have it under control.

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Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)

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‘He was mine first, but you lied, and you cheated to take him away from me. Now I’m back to reclaim what’s mine and put you back in the dark where you belong.’

Elena and Ryder were teenage lovers who met in the entertainment industry eight years ago. It was love at first sight for these two mega stars, but unbeknownst to them, there was someone else lurking in the dark, waiting for the right time and opportunity to destroy their love.

My Bully's Crush is created by Jordan Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

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Chapter 51

*Elena*

“So, I don’t understand; how did you come to be here? Do you know Ryder’s new friends?”

“Yes, of course, come on upstairs and have a rest, I bet you have a million questions, and we didn’t get to talk a lot the last time we met.” I felt very calm in her presence, almost like you’d expect to feel after a long day spent at the spa being pampered.

When she led me up the grand staircase to the largest master suite I’d ever seen, which seemed to be the only room in the house that had been decorated in any way, I followed without complaint. This room was gorgeous, and I noticed that it had many of the things I would’ve liked and chosen myself, which meant Ryder had done this. But how did he know that I would agree to come here?

“Your young man told us what you liked, and we had it taken care of. It’s a bit rushed, and he did say that you would be redecorating at some point, so don’t mind if it’s not exactly as you would’ve liked.”

“Are you kidding? It’s gorgeous. I love it.” Even the green curtains at the window were ones I would’ve chosen for a place as elegant as this.

Everything was so opulent that it was hard to believe this had all been done in a rush, but I had more important things to think about than the décor. “So, Char, was it? Why did you stop me that day, and why are you here now?” I’d thought my run-in with her all those weeks ago was by chance, but her presence here tells a different story, of course. One that I’m still not sure of.

“We’re all here because someone very powerful has taken a liking to you and has been following your situation. I can’t say much more than that about that side of things, but I can tell you that everything I told you that day was accurate to the best of my ability.”

“And what are your abilities?”

“Well, that’s an excellent question. I’m what some call a psychic, others may call me a seer, but I just like to say I have very strong premonitions and can read certain situations that others may not be able to.”

“That day, you said someone had worked black magic against me.”

“Well, it was against you and your young man, really. It was done in order to separate you two because those involved couldn’t find any other way to break the bond between you two. It was too strong for their capabilities, so they sought help. In other words, no earthly disagreement between you and your young man could’ve brought an end between you two. That is the way with soul mates. They may drift apart at times, but always they will gravitate back to each other.”

“I’m not sure I believe in that stuff anymore, soulmates, I mean. I used to feel that way about Ryder; there was something inside of me that made me believe we were meant for each other. I once even thought we’d known each other in another lifetime, but now, I think that was all just fanciful thinking brought on by too much exposure to nonsense.”

“No, you were on the right track, but here’s where the dark magic came in. They, too, saw it and understood, and so they used their craft against you two. It did take them a few years, though.”

“But why? I don’t understand. Why would anyone go to this much trouble just to break us up? Was it just so he could marry her?”

“That’s only part of it; the rest I will leave up to your young man to tell you. I’m here only to protect you from whatever they will do next.”

“Do next? What do you mean? Haven’t they done all that they mean to do?”

“They may have thought so, but the thing with those spells and such is that they can sometimes backfire, and when they do, the ones who sent them, who caused the chaos, might try to fix it.”

“Fix it how?”

“There’s nothing for you to worry about. You just leave that stuff to me. As long as I’m here, nothing can be done against you.”

“But why are you doing all this? And who is this powerful person that’s helping Ryder and me? And why?”

“I’m not a hundred percent sure why. There can be so many reasons with that one. It could be as simple as the fact that you bear her grandmother’s name or the fact that she likes your music and TV shows. All that I was told was to take a look at you and your situation because it was suspected that something more was at play, and they were right.”

“That day I saw you, I’d been watching you for a while before I made my approach. It was long enough for me to see the signs.”

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Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 135517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)

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‘He was mine first, but you lied, and you cheated to take him away from me. Now I’m back to reclaim what’s mine and put you back in the dark where you belong.’
Elena and Ryder were teenage lovers who met in the entertainment industry eight years ago. It was love at first sight for these two mega stars, but unbeknownst to them, there was someone else lurking in the dark, waiting for the right time and opportunity to destroy their love.
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My Bully's Crush is created by Jordan Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

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Chapter 1

*Elena*

“So, how was it being a child star? One of the very few who made it out on top?”

“Well, it had its ups and downs, if I’m being honest with you.” I fought hard not to pick at my nails or bounce my legs nervously, knowing that the camera never misses anything, and neither does the eye of a well-trained reporter on the hunt for the next big scoop.

“Explain.”

“As a child, I didn’t know anything more than that I was doing something I loved. How many people get to be on television and see themselves portrayed in a fun, wholesome way throughout their formative years?”

“To me, it wasn’t a job. It was just something I loved doing and had so much fun doing. I didn’t think about or understand that it was so out of the normal realm. I guess I thought that all little girls and boys got to do what they loved, and we were all special.”

He nodded his head but didn’t respond with another question, which left me in the awkward position of having to fill in the gap. This is the one thing I hate about doing these interviews. Well, it’s one of the things I hate anyway because there’s plenty that I absolutely despise about having my life picked apart for the whole world to see.

“That seven-year-old only knew the joy of the fairy tale she was living. Even when the days were long, and I was tired, someone was always there to distract me and keep me on the course, usually my mom.” I smiled over at her in the corner where she stood, always watching, always waiting to scoop me up if I fell.

No one knows the signs better than she does, and no one is more prepared. I long for the days before my life became the hell it is now. The days when our biggest worry was how many calories I could afford on any given day because there was a show coming up. As a teen, I used to think that was hell, but now I know better.

“Was it hard then, being a child star? Do you feel like you missed out on being a child?” Why do they always ask that? No, be fair, Elena, there are plenty of reasons for them to ask because unlike you, who chose this for yourself, though you were too young to know, there are plenty who had been forced into the spotlight by money-hungry parents who saw their talented child as a cash cow.

“No, I didn’t mind much because I was living my seven-year-old dream. I was the one who wanted this, who pushed my mom so hard to help me get here. I have no regrets about the way things were, not really. The first few shows I did, which had very long runs, were all fun and light. I guess they were what you would call age-appropriate, so in some ways, it was no different to being in a classroom, except you were doing it on a set, in front of cameras.”

“And then? What happened when you moved on to more grown-up shoes? When did you get into that teen phase?”

“Then, I grew up fast. That child starts to grow. She’s sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen, and the world looks completely different in her eyes.”

“My mom, who was my manager and the one who’d shielded me all my life, can no longer keep me away from all the darkness that comes with the profession.” There was a hitch in my voice, and I struggled to hold on, to hold it in. Each time I do one of these things, it’s like reliving my past. But Mom and the others say I must do it to stay relevant, so here I am.

“That teenage me got to see a new side of the industry that she’d been guarded against before, and things are not as rosy as they used to be. You realize that you grew up in the public eye and that when you were that young girl living out your Cinderella dream, there were grown men and women critiquing everything about you. From the clothes you wear to how much weight you’ve gained and lost in any given year.”

“I see. What’s the worst thing about the industry that you’ve found? Or rather, what was your lowest low as you see it?”

“Having my whole life be center stage. Having my every achievement and failure broadcasted for all the world to see.”

He looked down at his notes and back up at me again, and I knew what was coming next. It’s the question they all ask. The one they’ve been asking for the past three years, the worst years of my life, and the question that cuts me more profound than any other.

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The Other Woman Read Online Jordan Silver http://www.booksnovels.com/the-other-woman-read-online-jordan-silver Thu, 22 Aug 2024 20:05:55 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-other-woman-read-online-jordan-silver Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Authors: Jordan Silver Advertisement

Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)

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When Wendy went after a married man and got him, she thought her life would change for the better. She had no idea that the jilted woman’s moving on would set off a string of events that would show her and the man she stole why the grass is never greener on the other side.
When Rachel lost her no-good husband to another woman, she endured the pain of betrayal like anyone else would, but it didn’t take her long to look at the bright side. What had she lost after all? A husband and father who barely spared a moment for his wife and kids? Good riddance.
She was all set to do it alone, no matter how hard it proved to be, but that was before her husband’s best friend stepped in to help her carry the load.
When Doug left his wife for his new hot girlfriend he expected her to put up a fight. He was pleasantly surprised and relieved when she let him go without too much fuss. But little did he know that things would take a drastic turn when his best friend decided to pick up his slack.
Jacob had always had a thing for Rachel. In fact, the night she met Doug, he had been the one to see her first and point her out to his friend, who made the first move. Now that Doug was out of the picture, the wealthy businessman saw no reason not to make his move.

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BASTARD

“What did she say?”

“She said, okay.”

“That’s great, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s great. I can’t believe how easy it was. I thought for sure she’d make a fuss.” Why didn’t she make a fuss? She seemed almost like she didn’t care. How could that be?

I was always the love of her life. We were happy; our life was the envy of everyone we knew. So why is she being so blasé about me cheating? I looked over at my affair partner as she drove us back to her place.

An hour ago, I thought this was what I wanted. I was sure of it. I’d built up the nerve to tell my wife that I’d been cheating for the better part of two years. It took me months to work myself up to confess.

I had a lot to take into consideration, not least of all the kids. We have two. I haven’t been in love with her since about the first week after our first was born. I’m not sure how it happened; I can’t even remember when I first realized it.

She’d had a hard pregnancy with a lot of physical impairments that led to us not having sex as often as we used to. The affair didn’t begin then, though, that only started about a year later.

Wendy was the new hire at the job. She was young, smart, vivacious. All the things my wife once was before life, and kids got in the way. She went from being driven and career-oriented to wanting to be nothing more than a wife and mother.

Financially, it was doable; I made more than enough. But she lost that glow she used to have from the moment she made that decision. Maybe I should’ve told her how I felt, but I, too, thought it was best if she stayed home with our kids.

She put her all into being the best wife and mother she could be, but it wasn’t enough; the spark was gone. We still slept together and still did everything we used to before the kids, but my heart was no longer in it.

Wendy was there; she wanted me; she was exactly what my wife used to be when we first met. How could she have changed so much? She’d become someone I didn’t even recognize.

The affair started out hot. There was more passion than I knew what to do with. Every chance we got, we’d sneak off to have sex. In the office, a parked car. The best was when we had to travel together for work.

We’d kept separate rooms for appearance's sake, but we spent each night together, making the most amazing love I’d ever experienced. In the beginning, I was afraid of being found out, but the longer it went on without my wife Rachel figuring it out, the more at ease I became.

Rachel never suspected anything, which made my time with Wendy as smooth as possible, given the situation. But then Wendy got tired of being the other woman. She hated that I went home to Rachel and my son every night, leaving her alone.

And then Rachel got pregnant with our second and Wendy kind of spiraled. She knew I wanted to be with her, but she couldn’t deal with the fact that my wife was pregnant with my second child while she felt like her life was on hold.

I told her to wait until after Rachel gave birth, which she agreed to. But this pregnancy was just as bad as the first, and I had to play the dutiful husband again.

Now, my oldest is three, and we have a six-month-old. My son has no idea that I just upended his world, and my daughter is too young to understand anything.

Wendy had given me the ultimatum once my daughter made it to the six months mark. If I didn’t tell my wife, she was going to leave town, but not before coming clean with my wife and burning everything to the ground.

It was kind of liberating having her make the choice for me. On the one hand, I could lose her, and my wife and kids, or I could just lose my wife and kids and keep her. I chose the latter; it was the right thing to do. It’s what I wanted.

So why do I feel so hollow? Why does it feel like the worst thing I have ever done? Wendy seems so happy. I’m happy for her. Maybe I’m just in shock. That’s it. The prospect of starting over with someone else, the fallout from family and friends.

I’d thought of all these things before coming clean, but the reality feels different, and it’s all because of Rachel’s reaction. At first, I thought she was going to make a scene. I know the signs. At first, she had tears in her eyes, but then I saw her look at our son in the corner of the room playing with one of his toys and then down at the baby in her arms who had fallen asleep while nursing.

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The Billionaire Read Online Jordan Silver http://www.booksnovels.com/the-billionaire-read-online-jordan-silver Thu, 22 Aug 2024 20:05:51 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-billionaire-read-online-jordan-silver Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Taboo, Virgin Authors: Jordan Silver Advertisement

Total pages in book: 90
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When billionaire Gideon Thorpe sees the young beauty across the way, he’s instantly struck by her beauty. A man accustomed to having whatever his heart desires, he’s a little cautious as she seems rather young. When he can’t get her out of his mind he sets his team of investigators on her tail to find out all there is to know about the girl who has fast become an obsession. As things unfold Gideon realizes that though he might have to wait to take her he can’t leave her in the situation he’s found her in. When things become too dangerous he takes her away to his home and to keep her safe marries her in a secret ceremony.
But someone from his past is not too pleased when news of the nuptials spread and danger follows the new bride around.
Now the hard nosed billionaire finds himself not only having to protect his wife from an ex who’s out to destroy but also from the secrets that shroud her life. Will his love and protection be enough to keep her safe from the powerful men who seek her for their own sinister needs?

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GIDEON

Ilooked down from my top floor office at the hustle and bustle down below. I felt bereft, adrift and just downright bored. Life has become somewhat melancholy here lately. It was a hard pill to swallow for someone who’s supposed to be at the top of his game.

My business was going gangbusters I had my finger on the pulse point of life and yet here I am. My breath caught as I saw what I’d been waiting for, what has been drawing me here to my windows for the past few days.

There she goes again, fuck me. Does she have any idea what she does to me? Of course she doesn't, she haven't a clue, she doesn't even know I exist.

In her catholic school uniform that made me want to perform all sorts of illegal acts. Well maybe not so much illegal. She looked to be at least seventeen or eighteen; sixteen is legal in this state.

So what if I'm twenty-six years old? Legal is legal, still I've been fighting myself, trying to be good. That's not my forte. I'd seen her for the first time three and a half weeks ago. The wind had been extremely high that day as I'd been exiting my chauffeur driven car, when she walked by on the other side of the street.

It wasn't the short skirt blowing about her legs that caught my attention, no. It was the way the wind blew in her hair. The way her small, slender hand came up to hold it back from her face; why the fuck did I find that so hot?

She had the typical teenage body, tight ass, perky tits, though hers seemed a little on the heavy side on her slender frame, but it was her lips that really got to me, those fucking lips that made you think 'Angelina who'?

I've had dreams of fucking that mouth for three weeks and counting, but still I hesitate to approach her. A man in my position can never be too careful and going after a young girl might not be the smartest move.

On the other hand Gideon Thorpe isn't in the habit of denying himself anything, especially something that affects him so deeply. Not much does anymore so that added even more of a pull. A challenge something to get the blood pumping again. I felt my body react at the thought.

How would she feel under my hands? Would she be soft and sweet, or was she one of those ridden hard types? She didn’t strike me as such she had an air of innocence about her, something that was sorely lacking in my world and had been for quite some time.

I watched her now from the high-rise office in my building downtown. I've become obsessed, I'll be the first to admit it, but there were a few things to take into consideration, not the least being the woman I've been fucking for the past two years. I say it like that because that's just what it was. She's a fuck, a good fuck, but just a fuck nonetheless.

I would need to extricate myself from that situation before I approached my Blossom. I didn't let myself worry about whether or not she was in a relationship of her own, that wouldn't stop me.

She'd called forth something in me that no one else ever had, to me that meant only one thing; she's meant to be mine.

GIDEON

Ihad the timer in my office set to go off every morning at the time I knew she usually walked by on her way to school. It didn't matter what I was doing at that time I’d stop to watch her, kind of like getting my fix for the day.

Once I'd been in the middle of a conference call when it went off, I'd carried on with the meeting while standing at the bank of windows and spying on her through my new binoculars bought just for my new pastime.

The buzzing of the intercom alerted me to my secretary calling. I didn't want to take my eyes away from the scene below on the sidewalk across the street. So fucking beautiful it hurts. I felt the telltale signs of desire once more as my body reacted to the vision.

If the pull was this strong from afar I can't imagine what it would be like once I get her beneath me. With a heavy sigh I walked over to my desk, whoever this is it better be fucking good.

"Thorpe." I picked up the phone none too gently I’m sure my secretary was wondering who the fuck had pissed in my oatmeal here lately seeing as how I have not been my usual self.

Long nights dreaming of a girl whose name you didn’t know but who fucking halfway owned you already puts a man like me in a pissy mood. I had to handle things right so nothing came back to bite me in the ass, but the waiting was killing me. I’m sure dignitaries vetted heads of state faster than my shit was taking.

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Ninth Circle Read Online Jordan Silver http://www.booksnovels.com/ninth-circle-read-online-jordan-silver Mon, 08 Jul 2024 20:38:44 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/ninth-circle-read-online-jordan-silver Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Thriller Authors: Jordan Silver Advertisement

Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
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When Alyssa Archer returned home a day early from an out-of-town business trip to find her fiancé in bed with the younger sister of her best friend, she didn’t fly off the handle as some might expect. Instead, she retreated to her dining room to partake of the dinner she’d picked up as a surprise.
That night set off a trail of vengeance so dark even Machiavelli would blush.

Garrett Jacobi didn't expect to feel anything for the up-and-coming financial hotshot when they met. But just days after meeting her for the first he finds himself taking the place of the groom and embarking on one heck of a ride as his new bride makes a swath of destruction through her enemies.

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ALYSSA

You know, life certainly is funny sometimes. This story is going to take you places you’ve never been, so buckle up, cupcakes, let’s go for a joy ride. Let me tell you about the year I lost my ever-loving shit on hearth and home and gave my little town a story to last for decades. That shit is still being told, and I’ve been damn near normal since then, but whatever. Haters gonna hate.

Now, this all started when I had to leave town on a business trip that was supposed to last four days. It was one of the biggest deals of my career thus far, and at twenty-three, it was a big deal because I was the youngest in my division, fresh off the campus lawn.

I know the only reason those good ole boys sent me was because I’m pretty as shit with a body to go with the face that was blessed by whoever threw me together. Big-up to the big guy upstairs. Oh, before we go any further, I’m just a tad bit full of myself, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t earn that shit.

I aced everything I ever did, don’t know how or why. I’m that kid you love to hate. Never cracked a book until the night before finals and still walk away with an A-Plus. People hated me, but little did they know I lived off of their tears. Sweet!

Now, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t one of those stuck-up debutant types, no ma’am. I liked to roll in the mud with the best of them. That’s probably because I grew up with four older brothers who thought I was one of them until I hit puberty. Then they lost their ever-loving minds and started treating me like spun glass. Meh!

Anyway, I was confident in my own skin and wasn’t too stuck on getting anyone’s approval, and it showed. I think Mom’s nineteen-eighties music, which was the equivalent of Beethoven to yours, truly helped promulgate my sense of myself. Her favorite song to clean the house to was Nobody’s gonna break my stride, Nobody’s gonna slow me down.

I used to follow her around with my little toy vacuum shaking my butt along with her and singing my own version, and I think it stuck. But I digress. Anyway, they sent me off to San Francisco from my little town in the deeeeeep South to hobnob with the executives they were trying to schmooze.

I’ll be honest; Garrett, the owner of the company, who I wasn’t aware was the actual owner, was hot as anything on a Hollywood lot, and he probably took one look at me and thought with my southern twang and pinup doll curves and straight blonde hair that I was as dumb as every blonde joke he'd ever heard. I had that sucker eating out of my hand in five minutes because I ain’t no slouch.

Anyway, I was sitting in my chair at the meeting, all but quivering like a wet dog in snow. When he signed on the dotted line and shook my hand, I held my breath, thinking that this couldn’t be real. Instead of the four days it should’ve taken, it only took two.

Not only that, I knew I had the thirty-percent pay raise in the bag. I’m going to be making bank. I felt the little tingle down my spine when we shook hands again and kept my legs clamped tightly together because I was not a slut. One, it’s bad for business, and two, my college boyfriend was at home waiting for me.

I said my goodbyes, only then realizing that he was the owner of the company and not the executive I’d been expecting whatever. I called my boss as soon as I got into the Uber, and we had our own little celebration on the phone.

I started to call my fiancé but changed my mind at the last minute, choosing instead to surprise him. It was still early in the day their time, and since the company always buys me an open-ended ticket when I travel, I called up the airline to see if I could bump up my flight time, which was a big fat yes.

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Diabolique Read Online Jordan Silver http://www.booksnovels.com/diabolique-read-online-jordan-silver Thu, 13 Jun 2024 07:54:58 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/diabolique-read-online-jordan-silver Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Jordan Silver Advertisement

Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)

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When Brittany Wilson suspected her husband was cheating, this wealthy socialite planned to go scorched earth. But she wasn’t expecting the many twists and turns that followed as she set about following the other woman who she planned to destroy. This story includes a cameo appearance from Lyon and The Squad

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CHAPTER 1

Mark and I attended Vassar together. He was in his senior year when I was a junior. We met at a soiree our houses held together for a worthy charity, and it was love at first sight. I can still remember all these years later the way I felt the first time we met.

He was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, and I thought my heart would burst from all the feelings that erupted within me as our eyes met across the room. I felt lost and adrift when he turned away without acknowledging me, and the feeling was so poignant that, too, has been embedded in my mind.

I didn’t know that he’d later ask around for my number and call me before the night was over. I vividly recall knowing then and there that this was the man I would spend the rest of my life with. There was nothing standing in the way of our young love.

We came from similar backgrounds and pedigrees and were both on track to realizing our academic dreams. We were married three weeks after my graduation and I gave birth to our girls almost exactly nine months to the day. Our son was born eleven months later.

Now, the kids are all in their first year of college, and we’re empty nesters. I was looking forward to this new phase in our lives because even with household staff and me being a stay-at-home mom for our entire marriage, we had never really been alone, him and I.

That didn’t stop the closeness we shared over the years or hindered our romance in any way. There were still date nights, and at least once a year, Mark and I took a couple’s vacation while the other three were spent with the kids.

Once the kids were in school, I gave more time and attention to my charities and volunteer work, organized parties for my husband’s business associates, and was the ultimate soccer mom.

All in all I gave my best for my family and remained an avid lover for my husband. That spark I felt for him that first day never dimmed and only grew brighter due to the love and admiration he showered me with.

So it was a blow to the system when, on my way back from a luncheon a few towns over, I saw my husband, not at the office as I expected him to be, but getting into his car that had been parked on the street in this town where neither of us frequented.

I was about to honk the horn, thinking that he may have had a lunch meeting, which wouldn’t be that abnormal given the nature of his profession. As a venture capitalist, he spent more time in restaurants and other similar settings than in his office.

As my hand moved toward the horn, I saw something that broke me. I even released a yelp of pain as the woman walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him. The embrace couldn’t have been that long but there was no mistaking the intimacy.

I don’t know why I didn’t announce my presence or how it was that a cold numbness took over me instead of the hot rage one would expect. I sat and watched with dry eyes as he climbed into his car and drove away while she got into hers that had been parked behind.

I’m not sure why I followed her instead of him or how I had the presence of mind to capture images of her license plate. Or why I stopped a few cars back when she parked, why I snapped images of her on my phone.

It was only when she disappeared inside the building that I recognized it as one of ours. I’d driven back to my city and not even realized it. I sat there for what felt like hours, but by the clock, it had only been half an hour before driving home on autopilot.

He wasn’t home when I got there, which was for the best because I needed time to get my thoughts together. I couldn’t acknowledge the pain in my heart because that would not help me much at this time. Anger had no place here; I needed a cool head.

I walked up the stairs to our bedroom and into the walk-in closet to change into my one-piece bathing suit. Swimming always relaxes me and gives me time to look inward.

I didn’t let my emotions win, no matter how hard they tried, as I threw myself into the temperature-controlled water. My arms and thighs burned as I swam lap after lap.

The more I swam, the harder I pushed myself, the clearer my head became. The first order of business is to find out all I can about the young lady and go from there. It didn’t matter how long it had been going on; once was more than too much. All I had to decide now was what I wanted to happen.

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Midlife Woes Read Online Jordan Silver http://www.booksnovels.com/midlife-woes-read-online-jordan-silver Mon, 20 May 2024 22:10:34 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/midlife-woes-read-online-jordan-silver Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Authors: Jordan Silver Advertisement

Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)

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When she learns that her husband of more than twenty-years has been cheating on her, Jolene Masterson, fueled by the vigors of perimenopause comes out swinging. Instead of fighting for her marriage as most women in her position would, Jolene decides that a new start is just what she needs. No one, especially her soon to be ex-husband expects the once content SAHM to throw off the mantle of wife and mother to embark on a new life of excitement with the younger man that sweeps her off her feet.

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CHAPTER 1

“I want a divorce.”

“Okay.”

“What?”

“I said okay.” I continued drinking my coffee and eating my homemade cinnamon roll dripping with icing that was fresh out of the oven.

“You bitch. After twenty-five years of marriage, that’s all you can say to me?” I didn’t even look in his direction. He was no more of a distraction than a buzzing fly or a gnat that was trying to crawl up my ass.

“I want you out of my house.” Now, see, that is where we part ways. I’ve lived in this house for more than twenty years, raised my children here, and put up with his bullshit for much longer than I should. My only answer to his asinine statement was to pick up the steak knife I was supposed to be halving my cinnamon roll with and roll my eyes in his direction. He got the message real quick and stepped back.

He stomped around the kitchen, banging pots on the counter and making a complete ass of himself, so I picked up my phone and dialed my girlfriend, Sheila. “Did you confront him?”

“I did.”

“And what did he say?”

“You know, the usual. It didn’t mean anything; it was a mistake, yada-yada-yada.” As if telling me, his wife and the mother of his children, that he fucked some strange bitch ‘just because’ was supposed to make it better. “Why are adulterers and adulteresses so dumb? Do they think telling their spouse that they fucked them over for something that meant nothing makes it all better?”

“Why are you always telling that bitch my business? You see, this is why….”

“Tell that motherfucker to call me out my name one more time.” I didn’t have to tell him shit because she was screaming loud enough for him to hear her across the room. Coward that he is, he swallowed and zipped his yap.

“Sheila, what the hell kind of friend are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Twenty-five years ago, when you were standing up as my maid of honor, couldn’t you have spilled some shit on my wedding gown? How could you have subjected me to this asshole for the best years of my life?”

“Best years, my ass girlie, we are in our prime. You are prime fucking real estate girlfriend.”

I can’t keep up with her craziness half the time, but this I have got to hear. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Girl, are you for real? You’ve got the kids; the last one just left the nest for college; you’re not the one who cheated; you’re going to clean up in the divorce and make sure you keep that kickass house; that pool is good for some midnight swims.”

“Your ass can’t see at night what swimming?” Her husband teased her in the background.

“Shut your ass before I send you the way of doofus McRooney over there.” That’s the name she’d taken to calling my soon-to-be ex since we found out about his affair with the young girl less than half his age.

Kevin the worm was looking kinda antsy, so I kept an eye on him out the side of my eye because he’s been acting very out of character since I confronted him with all the evidence last night. I’m not sure what his problem is; I mean, he’s the one who stepped out on our marriage. All I did was confront him, and when I didn’t kick up the fuss, he expected his little feelings got hurt.

All I want is what’s coming to me, and Sheila’s right; I’ve already raised my four kids, and my baby just left for college. My two oldest are already done, the third is about to be done, and it’s looking like my life is now about to begin.

Don’t get me wrong; I haven’t always been this cold and disinterested. I used to love my husband and thought I always would. We had the kind of relationship that everyone envied; our house was the place everyone in the neighborhood gravitated to.

I would’ve died for my husband or any one of my children up until a few days ago. But that was before I saw the words ‘I love you’ written by my husband to some little floozy down the street. He didn’t even have the decency to take that shit elsewhere; no, he went off and fucked the sister of my oldest son’s friend.

I didn’t know it was possible, but as soon as I read that text, every bit of love I ever had for him died on the spot. I didn’t argue with him, just told him that I knew, and when he started the backtracking gymnastics, I walked my happy ass off to bed and left him standing there.

I didn’t close the bedroom door against him and didn’t acknowledge him when he came to bed. I just put on my eye mask, turned out my bedside light, and slept in my usual position. I don’t think he slept a wink because he must’ve been too afraid that I would roll over and smother him in his sleep.

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Marrying My Ex’s Boss Read Online Jordan Silver http://www.booksnovels.com/marrying-my-exs-boss-read-online-jordan-silver Mon, 20 May 2024 22:09:41 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/marrying-my-exs-boss-read-online-jordan-silver Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Authors: Jordan Silver Advertisement

Total pages in book: 75
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When her husband left her and their three little girls for one of his work colleagues, Justine did not take it lying down. The SAHM refused to be a victim and came out swinging.
She ended up having one too many at the bar across the street from the corporate party where she planned to expose them and get a bit of her own back and things got way out of hand.
Marcus Devereaux had just landed back in town after years of ignoring his grandfather’s pleas that he come home and take over the family business when the hot blonde called out her ex and his affair partner in a room full of businessmen and women. It was the beginning of the end for the confirmed bachelor who never believed there was a woman alive who could capture his interest and keep it.

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JUSTINE

Okay, Justine, enough of this crying shit. I drank the last of my third drink in twenty minutes and slammed the glass down on the counter. I left the bartender a nice tip because she’s a good sort who listened to my woes and was just as upset as me about the shit that was going on in my life.

She kinda reminded me of the women I grew up with. Those boss bitches in steel-toe boots who could hold their own against anyone, man, woman or child.

After years of being married to a sod, I’d forgotten that I was one of those women. It’s so bad that now I need liquid courage just to speak my truth, and that was never the case before.

I feel like a damn hypocrite. When my girlies from college call me up crying about their life issues, I’m always the one telling them how to navigate these things, and yet I’d let this spineless fuck slip by me while I wasn’t looking.

He'd worn me down, him and his mealy mouth bitch of a mother, talk about the mother-in-law from hell. I’d put up with her shit because I was in love with her breech-born mama’s boy zit of a son.

I’ve put up with much more than that, but what I absolutely will not do is put up with cheating. No, siree, that shit ain’t going to fly.

I trudged down the sidewalk and looked across the street at the five-star hotel that was my destination. The party room of that hotel, to be exact, where my husband and the other high-level executives from the company he works for, along with their wives and some lower-level employees, were gathered for some party or another.

Also in attendance is the rot-crotch bitch he was screwing behind my back for the last year while my stupid ass sat at home raising his asshole kids, that were doing their best to put me in an early grave.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids, but for fuck sake, don’t they ever stop moving? These little pissants, not one of them taller than my knee, be running my shit from sunup ‘til sundown.

I haven’t had a moment to myself since giving birth to my first five years ago and the other two that came right after because I let that asshole talk me into having the kids close together in age.

I put my whole existence on hold for this shit, and this is the thanks I get. I was so fucking mad I sobered up and had to go back to the bar for another round.

Not because I was afraid to do what I came there for, but because I’d reached the point of mad where my gun was not going to stay in my purse if I went over there now.

I had to hurry, though, because the babysitter had shit to do, and she couldn’t waste her night because I was too chicken, so after one more, I took a deep breath, walked out of the bar, stepped down off the sidewalk, and headed toward the beginning of the end.

I wasn’t dressed for this, which is something I knew before leaving my house to come here. The thing is, between finding out about the affair, calling the babysitter, and leaving the house, it had only been a half hour or so. I didn’t exactly have time to think or plan my outfit.

What the fuck do you wear to burn every fuck down? Hell, if I know. But the culottes and tee shirt I was wearing when I found the evidence is exactly what I’m wearing. I had to look down to remind myself what I had on my feet. Uggs house slippers.

I pushed my purse higher on my shoulder and walked through the doors of the hotel. I had my shades on and didn’t even look in the direction of the front desk because my business was not with them.

I knew where the ballroom was in this place since I’d been here before, so I took the elevator up and prayed the booze didn’t wear off too soon. I needn’t have worried, though, because the first thing I saw when I stepped off the elevator and into the party was a waiter with a tray full of champagne.

“I’ll have one of those, thank you.” People were already looking in my direction because, in a sea of black and white evening wear, I stood out like a sore thumb. Like, I give a good damn.

I didn’t look left nor right as I headed to the podium at the front of the room that they leave there for any blowhard who wants to blow smoke up the owner’s ass to go and make an ass of themselves. I was that ass today.

I think I heard my soon-to-be shit stain of an ex call out to me, but this was not his part of the show, not yet. “Hello, good evening. Attention, please.” I waited for the noise to settle down, and all eyes were on me.

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