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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)

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One look and he was hooked. One “no” and he was obsessed.

Hudson
I have the world at my feet.
Power and iron-clad authority are my birthrights, and “no” isn’t a word in my vocabulary. I’m used to people bowing to my name and melting under my gaze. I’ve always been the hunter, never the prey. Until I meet Tinsley Essen.
Stunning, sharp, and maddeningly indifferent, Tinsley doesn’t give a damn about my billions or my influence. She’s completely immune to my charm, meeting my commands with a bored yawn and my arrogance with a single arched brow.
For the first time in my life, I’ve met a force I can’t control. I was supposed to be the one doing the hooking, but one look at Tinsley and I’m the one caught. Now, I’ll do whatever it takes to break down her walls and prove that while she might not need me, I’m never letting her go.
I’m about to learn that the only thing more addictive than power is the one woman who refuses to give it to me.

Tinsley
I’ve spent my life building a world where I don’t have to answer to anyone—especially men like Hudson Carrington.
He’s used to the world parting like the Red Sea when he walks into a room. He expects a bow, a blush, or total surrender. But to me? He’s just another suit with too much ego and a look in his eyes that says he’s never been told “no” in his life.
It’s a word I’m finding more and more pleasure in using.
His billions don’t move me. His shadow doesn’t intimidate me. And his “legendary” charm? It’s nothing more than a polished weapon I have no intention of falling for. But Hudson isn’t just a man who wants his way, he’s a man who has decided I’m his next conquest.
He thinks he’s the one doing the hunting, but he’s about to find out I don’t play by anyone’s rules but my own. He can try to buy my time and command my attention, but my heart isn’t for sale.
The problem is, the harder I push him away, the closer he gets and I’m having a hard time fighting the pull between us.

In this fast-paced, steamy instalove romance, the powerful billionaire cowboy is about to learn that the only thing more addictive than power is a woman who tells him “no.”

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CHAPTER ONE

HUDSON

When things go to shit, they really go to shit. My morning had it out for me long before I stepped foot outside my door. The technical failures began when my smart home system decided to skip the alarm, leaving me to wake up forty minutes behind schedule.

After rushing through the shower and dressing, I reach the kitchen, looking forward to some strong fucking coffee. The universe isn’t done dishing out hell though. The high-end espresso machine my sister gave me for Christmas decides to violently reject its latest pod, spraying dark roast across my chest with the accuracy of a marksman. “Fucking goddamn hell,” I mutter, grabbing a napkin. While I’m changing into another shirt, the Silver Spoon Falls skies open up with a vengeance. That’s when I remember that my garage remote bit the dust yesterday, and I parked my truck in the front circular drive. Fucking hell.

By the time I settle into the front seat, I’m soaking wet. The morning from hell just keeps fucking giving. The drive into town takes me twice as long as it usually does when I get stuck behind a goddamn cattle truck with nowhere to be. I’m not sure the day could get any worse. I park in the underground garage at the Montoya Investments building already fifteen minutes late for a meeting with Cash Montoya.

I shoot Cash a quick text, letting him know I’m on my way, and stalk past the reception desk, boots squeaking at every step. Fuck. I should’ve stayed in bed. A headache pounds away behind my eyes, and I’m running dangerously low on patience for any of the universe’s games.

"Stop right there, sir."

The voice isn't loud, but it’s got the structural integrity of a reinforced concrete wall. I freeze, my hand inches from the glass, and turn to look at the source. She’s sitting behind the curved marble desk looking at the puddle forming around my feet with an expression of profound, clinical boredom.

She’s a redhead with hair like copper spun into silk with too much heat, the kind that looks like it would almost burn your hand if you reached out to touch it. Her eyes are striking. They’re sharp and that shade of clear aqua you see in photos of tropical oceans, only so bright and intense up close.

My heart pounds away as my cock turns to steel in my pants. Fuck. She’s curvy with beautiful, lush lines that her crisp, professional outfit is definitely struggling to contain. Her jawline is so firm and decisive, and when her eyes meet mine, it’s with a gaze that could stop a man in his tracks.

"Hudson Carrington. I have an appointment with Cash Montoya," I say, waiting for her to wave me through.

"Hold on, Mr. Carrington," she says, finally meeting my gaze. She doesn't reach for the phone. She doesn't even move her hands from where they’re resting on the desk, fingers poised over a keyboard like she’s waiting for me to finish being a nuisance so she can get back to something actually important. "And I’ll check you in."

“I usually just go straight up,” I mutter, my brain struggling to fire as I stare at the most perfect woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I catch a whiff of her citrusy perfume and nearly groan out loud. My eyes trail down her luscious body. The way her silk blouse clings to the swell of her breasts causes her tits to strain against the fabric in a way that makes my mouth go dry. I want to know if her skin’s as soft as it looks. What the fuck is happening to me? I notice her name badge. “Tinsley.” Even her goddamn name is beautiful. Motherfucker. I’m sounding just like my dumbass, pussy-whipped brother.

“Well, today, you’re going to wait while I check you in.” She smiles at me as shock flows through me. I stand there like a fucking bump on a log and watch while she types something on the keyboard. My entire world is spinning off its axis while she looks completely fucking unfazed by meeting me. Then she looks up and meets my eyes, and the air between us feels like it’s been charged with high-voltage electricity.

She smiles at me and points toward the elevator. "Mr. Montoya’s office is on the nineteenth floor. They’re ready for you."

“Thank you,” I mutter, standing there for a beat too long, watching her return her attention to her monitor like she’s already forgotten I exist. It’s both goddamn infuriating and the most exciting thing that’s happened to me in years. I turn away, my boots still squeaking, but my mind isn't on the meeting anymore. It’s on the curvy little firecracker who just gave me the shock of my life.

"Hudson? You with us?" Cash asks, tapping a rhythmic beat on the tabletop. He’s looking at me with a mix of amusement and concern, probably because I haven't looked at the projections he’s been discussing for the last ten minutes.

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Good girls need spicy books. At least, that's the philosophy at this small-town bookstore. But the group of bookish friends who call the store home never planned for the feral men willing to fall at their feet...or for the lengths they'd go to secure their own happily-ever-afters.

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Chapter One

Jasmine

The public library is the literal worst place to stalk an author. First, it's public. Says so right there in the name. Second, it's full of distractions…like virtually every book on the shelves, except for the one about keeping only a few books in your home. Honestly, fuck that book. Third, it's too quiet.

I'm only an hour into my quest to convince River Jamison to speak at Dirty Book Club, and I'm already bored. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be a problem—see item two on the list. But since I can't actually read and actively stalk at the same time, you see the problem. I'm bored.

Loralei Grey, the librarian and my friend, knows it. She keeps grinning at me from behind the chest-high counter as if she expects me to snap at any moment.

"You could help me, you know," I remind her for the fifth time, my elbows planted on the marble counter as I glare at her over the top. The stack of books beside her is almost as tall as she is, but she just keeps adding to it, humming some rock song to herself.

The musty smell of thousands of books lingers in the air around us. Behind me, a group of school kids types away at the public computers, whispering back and forth. Their teacher flips aimlessly through a magazine at a work table beside the computer station, one careful eye on the kids.

"Nope." Loralei's smile grows as she checks in another book before neatly placing it on her stack to be shelved later. I swear, she's been weird lately. Something's up with her. "I'm not risking my job by giving you River's home address."

I knew she was going to say that.

I've been trying to convince her for the last ten days straight, but she's been woefully unhelpful. I get it, really, I do. She loves her job, and it's not like I want her to lose it or anything. I'd feel awful about that. But her work computer has the information I need to do my job. And she won't even walk away and leave me alone with it for two minutes.

It's not like I'm going to murder him in his sleep or anything. I just want to help connect him with local readers. If it weren't for that, believe me, I wouldn't be here. I do not need to meet my heroes. Ever, actually.

"What's he like?" I can't help but ask Loralei. She hasn't been particularly forthcoming about what she knows about the man. All she's really said thus far is that he reads a lot, doesn't say much, and is tall. How any of that is supposed to help me entice him into speaking at Dirty Book Club, I don't know.

"Well, he's—" she breaks off and then nods toward the massive double doors. "See for yourself."

I whip around, my gaze landing on a man standing on the raised dais just inside the library's entrance.

Sweet baby Jesus…

I expected an over-caffeinated, middle-aged man who looked like a cross between a college professor and an anxious introvert. That's the picture I painted in my head.

I was wrong.

River Jamison is the physical embodiment of my dirtiest fantasies. Messy black hair sweeps across his forehead, ending just above startling green eyes and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. His beard doesn't hide his full lips, which are currently pursed like he's annoyed with the world. The way he's got his arms crossed over his broad chest screams "standoffish".

He's younger than I expected, closer to thirty-five or forty than the fifty or sixty that I believed. He's also got the body of someone who spends a lot of time at the gym rather than behind a desk all day.

This is a problem. Actually, everything about him is a problem. Hot and grumpy is my weakness, and I am not a size twenty-two with a litany of failed business ideas and a sheaf of speeding tickets in my past because I have self-control, okay?

Maybe asking him to speak at Book Club is a bad idea.

"That's River Jamison?" I whisper. At least, I mean to whisper, but the library has vaulted ceilings and an echo…and I say it far louder than intended.

He hears me and immediately glances my way. His gaze rolls over me like a wave, his expression darkening slightly before turning downright arctic, as if my very existence is an annoyance he could live without.

Rude.

I square my shoulders and scowl right back at him. Probably not a great way to convince him to do what I want, but he started it.

For some reason, scowling at him seems to amuse him. He actually cracks a smile and nods at me before he jogs down the steps into the main library, then makes a beeline down the center aisle before disappearing between two stacks, like he's on a mission.

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Her fortune wasn't supposed to be her fate.

Emelia
Drunkenly folding my way into a future with the hottest goalie in the league wasn't how I intended to spend Saturday night, but here we are.

Clearly, my besties should not be in charge of Girl's Night activities.

One cootie catcher later, and Royce Elliot is determined to make this wild prediction a reality.

I'm absolutely not interested. Until I am.

He's supposed to be my client, not the man I can't resist.

But with every touch and every kiss, this feels less like a game…
and more like forever.

Royce
I know hockey, not how to win over a stubborn, fiercely independent publicist.

But the second I meet Emelia Jónsson, I stop caring about shutouts.
I care about her.

She says her fortune teller doesn't mean anything—that it's just a childish game.
I say fate handed me an opening, and I'm not going to miss my shot.

I didn't expect her to ignite the way she does for me.
And I never imagined I’d fall this hard, this fast.

She swears this can't happen.
She's wrong.

I'm not backing down until she admits the truth.
We were never just a game.
The two of us were fate

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Prologue

Emelia

One Drunken Night…

"My life is over," Ava groans, tipping her wine glass back until the last little drop lands on her lips. Her blue eyes are glossy and dilated, her cheeks flushed. She's wasted.

"It's not over," Seraphina promises, upending the bottle of wine over the coffee table. "Having Dawson as your stepbrother isn't the end of the world." She shakes the bottle, scowling at it. "This is. Where did the—?"

"We drank it," Nova chirps.

"Dammit." Seraphina shakes the bottle like it's a Magic 8 Ball, refusing to give up the goods.

Okay, so maybe Ava isn't the only one trashed in my living room. We're three bottles deep, hurtling toward bad decisions and early morning regret. I can work with that. I'd rather be wine drunk with my besties than overthinking in my bed. Again.

New clients give me stress. So why did I just agree to represent Royce Elliot, the world's hottest goalie? Oh, right. Because I have no self-control and a bank account that could use a boost since my favorite client, Teo Kirby, retired.

"Here." Nova thrusts a fresh bottle into Seraphina's hands, earning a drunken grin, before she turns to Ava. "She's right, though, Ava. It's not so bad. Try living with Satan's sister. That's bad."

"You need to move," I tell Nova, who shoots me a glare. It's an old argument. Her roommate is evil, but she stubbornly refuses to move out and let the woman win their cold war.

"Yes, it is!" Ava cries, flopping backward on my sofa. "He hates me. I'm destined to spend every holiday for the rest of my life across the table from a man who despises me." She plucks a throw pillow from the couch, burying her face in it with a loud groan.

"I doubt he hates you," I murmur, tugging the pillow away. "He's just…Dawson."

Dawson Iverson, who plays football for the Sabres, is hot as Hades…and grumpy as sin. I'm also 90% sure he's obsessed with Ava. She refuses to believe it, though. She's convinced he loses his mind whenever she comes around because he hates her. Believe me, hate doesn't look like it wants to bend you over the table in front of your parents.

She narrows her eyes at me, fuming. "He calls me half-pint."

My lips twitch.

"I'm twenty-six!"

She's also five-nothing with the face of an angel.

"At least he's hot," Seraphina says, sloshing wine across the table.

"He's my stepbrother," Ava growls.

"So?" Seraphina tries—and fails—to waggle her brows. "It's not like that's a lifelong thing. It just happened. And I've seen what you read, bish. You'd be into it."

"Someone take her wine away."

Seraphina gasps, cradling the bottle to her chest like it's a baby. "No way. I earned this. My boss is the devil."

"A hot devil," Nova mutters, earning a giggle from Ava.

"So hot," Seraphina agrees miserably. "Too bad he's a total nightmare. I'd rather smother him than sleep with him."

"Maybe that's our problem," I mutter, glancing around at my closest friends.

"We don't commit enough murders?" Nova asks.

"No." I pause as the faces of a few of my clients drift through my mind. Whoever said dealing with professional athletes all day would be a lucrative walk in the park lied. They're all pains in my ass. I should have listened to my mom when she tried to talk me out of following in her footsteps. "Well, maybe."

Nova holds her hand out for a high-five. She's always been a savage. It's part of what I love most about her. She's loud and bright and never backs down from anything. Ava is a shy little bookworm with stars in her eyes most of the time. And Seraphina? Well, Seraphina spends most of her time trying to wrangle the one coach on the planet who takes pleasure in making her job impossible. She has the patience of a saint, enough love for ten women, and a burning hatred for her boss.

"We need more hot men in our lives," I explain when they all look at me expectantly.

"Says the woman surrounded by hot men all day, every day." Nova laughs, tucking strands of hair behind her ears. "I think you need fewer hot men in your life, Emelia."

She's not actually wrong, but that's beside the point.

"Datable hot men," I clarify.

"Uh…" Seraphina stares at me with wide eyes. "Pretty sure you have a roster of datable hot men."

"Absolutely not." I shudder at the thought. Dating an athlete? There are things I'm desperate enough to do, and things you couldn't pay me enough to do. There isn't enough money in the world to get me on a date with one of my clients. Never going to happen.

"Oh! I know!" Ava cries, scrambling for the Mary Poppins bag she swears is a purse. It's not. If she ever gets lost in the forest, she's going to survive on the contents of that thing for the next six decades. Minimum.

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Shut Up and Kiss Me – Sibling Goals Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.booksnovels.com/shut-up-and-kiss-me-sibling-goals-read-online-nichole-rose Tue, 16 Jun 2026 12:46:35 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/shut-up-and-kiss-me-sibling-goals-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Authors: Nichole Rose Advertisement

Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33433 (not accurate)
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These professional athletes have more than fortune and fame in common. They also share a father who never played favorites, a mom who swears they're all her favorite, and a wild fanbase betting on who falls first.

But avoiding love when you've sworn it off should be easy...right?

Not for these siblings.

Someone really should have warned them that happily ever after waits for no player. When it hits, these siblings will make waves in the sporting world. That is, if they can keep their lives together long enough to make it down the aisle.

Sibling Goals is a spicy sports rom-com series featuring alpha heroes who have it all (maybe?) and curvy heroines who think they know exactly what they want (dresses with pockets, not love).

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Prologue

Sophie

Four Months Ago

I'm not nearly drunk enough to be at this party. Unfortunately, I'm also not allowed to drink enough to get to that point. Perks of being a professional ballerina. You attend a lot of parties…but you never really get to enjoy them, either.

I sigh, sticking to the edges of the room as laughter floats around me. I don't know most of the people here. This is Sidney and Austin's world, not mine. My brothers are professional football players, and their teammates and hockey friends are everywhere.

I'm the only dancer in the mix.

Sidney is lucky I love him and his fiancée, Hattie.

I could be at home right now, in my pajamas, but I'm here for them instead.

"Son of a bitch. How long do engagement parties last?" a giant to my left growls.

I laugh despite myself, turning to face him. My eyes widen when they land on his face. I recognize him instantly. Harlan Ward is one of Hattie's older brothers. He's also captain of the Knights, the professional hockey team in Los Angeles.

And like me, he looks like this is the last place he wants to be.

"Forever, apparently," I mutter to him.

He grunts, his blue eyes scanning across my face. He doesn't really make a secret of the fact that he's studying me, so I watch him, too.

He's an interesting kind of gorgeous—too big and gruff to be beautiful, but too damn beautiful to be called anything else. His dark hair is a chaotic mess, almost like he tried to tame it, then said screw it and messed it all up again. I'm not sure if the suit was made for his broad shoulders or if his shoulders were made for the suit, but he is wearing the damn thing.

I have entire costumes designed specifically for me, and I've never looked that good in any of them. Maybe our ballet company needs to hire his tailor. Jesus.

His denim-colored eyes keep flicking back to my mouth, like he's waiting for me to say something.

I don't think "I'd like to wear you like a suit" is an acceptable option here. It's giving serial killer, not accomplished flirt.

God. I'm bad at this.

I can flirt like it's my job when I need to do it. I'm even pretty great at it when I'm flirting just because I want to see Austin or Sidney's eyes twitch. But apparently, as soon as I actually want to do it, I've got nothing. Awesome.

Instead, I stare at Harlan like a deer in the headlights. And then, blessedly, I notice Sidney from the corner of my eye. He's hovering over Hattie like he's two seconds from snatching her up and hauling her out of here over his shoulder, caveman style.

"How long do you think it'll be before they're fucking in a closet?" I blurt.

Harlan's eyes widen, one brow arching toward his hairline. "What?"

"Sidney and your…" Ah, crap. Reminding him that my brother is fucking his baby sister probably isn't the stellar opening I was going for here. Literally no one wants to think about my brother naked.

I walked in on him in the bathroom once. His ass is so pale, it rivals a polar ice cap. I'm still in therapy, trying to forget the image.

I seriously need more wine if I'm going to make it through this night.

"Never mind," I mutter, shaking my head. "Forget I said anything." I take a step back, preparing to make a graceful exit…or a hasty retreat. Same difference.

"Ten minutes," Harlan growls.

"What?"

"I give it ten minutes." He shoves a hand through his hair, his eyes narrowing on my brother like he isn't thrilled by the thought…but also like he kind of hopes he isn't wrong. Damn. I guess he really wants to get out of here. "They'll be MIA in ten minutes."

I hesitate for a minute and then grin at him before peeking at my phone to check the time. "You don't know Sidney very well if you think he'll last that long, Harlan. He basically hates everyone in this room right now because they're paying attention to Hattie."

It's not that Sidney's jealous. Hattie idolizes my brother, and he knows it. It's that he knows Hattie hates being the center of attention. And the only thing Sidney hates more than losing is literally anything that upsets Hattie. It's disgustingly adorable how much he loves her.

I absolutely do not want the same thing for myself.

I might also be a dirty liar.

But my fans are already losing their minds, hoping I fall next. Since both of my brothers have, it's like they smell blood in the water. I'm doing everything I can to not contribute to the lunacy. I have a career to focus on. Love isn't on the menu

"You know my name." Harlan's staring at me again, his denim eyes boring into me like he's trying to figure me out.

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Total pages in book: 27
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In Silver Spoon Falls, love has a way of working itself out in unexpected ways. But nothing could prepare these rough cowboys for the wild, curvy women coming their way.

To tame their hearts and find forever, they'll fight harder than they ever have. Luckily, the sweat in their veins, the dirt on their boots, and the grit in their bones has taught them everything they need to know to go toe-to-toe with fate and come out unconquered

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Chapter One

Morgan

I've always considered myself a normal person, but nothing makes you question your own life choices faster than waking up with your hair full of hay and a horse nipping your butt while a donkey watches. Again.

I don't think this is what my foster brothers meant when they were talking about donkey shows that time. But I'm guessing it's pretty close.

"Shoo," I hiss, desperately trying to roll away from the horse.

He makes this noise that sounds like he's huffing at me and inches forward in the stall, far too curious for my good.

I don't even like horses.

"Please, go away," I whisper, cowering in the corner like that's going to save me from the indignity of my life. Spoiler Alert: It probably isn't. Not since I just spent a second night rooming with a giant horse in a barn I don't own on a ranch I also don't own, somewhere on the outskirts of Silver Spoon Falls.

This is what my life has become.

It happens when you've been kicked out and accused of a felony.

For the record, I'm innocent. Also, for the record, my boss knew that when he accused me of stealing over thirty thousand dollars' worth of jewelry from his safe. It's an insurance scheme.

I guess I'm the casualty.

Well, that was Roger Burkett's plan until I bolted. His new live-in maid—me—was supposed to take the fall while he pocketed the payout.

Bunking with a pushy horse with no concept of personal space seemed better than jail.

After waking up like this two mornings in a row, I'm beginning to rethink my choice.

"Please," I groan, not above negotiating with the animal. At this point, I'm willing to beg if he leaves me alone long enough for me to sneak out of here before I get caught. Or eaten.

Do horses eat people?

Knowing my luck, this one probably does.

The horse nudges my thigh with his head, stubbornly refusing to give me even a moment of peace.

I sigh heavily and reach out, tentatively scratching between his ears. He chuffs, stomping one foot.

I startle slightly, but he headbutts me gently and stomps again.

"Oh." I smile despite myself. "I guess that means you like it, huh?"

He chuffs again.

"Sorry I made a bed out of your hay again," I whisper to him. "It was an emergency situation." I gather some of the straw up in my free hand, holding it out to him like an offering. "It's mostly still fresh."

He sniffs at it and then, blessedly, decides the salt lick on the far side of the stall is more appetizing.

I wait until he's thoroughly occupied and then make a run for it. There's no way to open the stall from this side, so I hoist myself up onto the side of his trough and scramble up.

I'm lying across the stall door like it's a surfboard when the donkey decides to criticize my technique.

"Hee-haw!"

"Jesus!" I yelp, tumbling face-first toward the ground.

I land in the dirt with a thud, the wind knocked out of me.

"What the fuck?"

Heavy steps rush toward me, thudding against the dirt. I feel every single one in my soul, turning it to ice. Even after spending the last two nights freezing in a stall, I'm going to jail. I'll never be able to prove my innocence. I'll never get to finish college. I'll never—

Rough hands close around my waist, hauling me upright.

"I promise I won't sleep on your property anymore," I cry, my voice breathless. "Please don't send me to prison."

Calloused fingers curve around my jaw, tilting my head back. I look straight into the strangest, most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. They're dark around the pupils, but faded denim around the edges.

The rest of him is pretty damn beautiful, too. Not the way models are beautiful, but the way storms are—like they might break you if you aren't careful. His face is a study in contradiction, soft around the eyes, but hard everywhere else. Brown hair falls around his broad shoulders, giving him a wild edge, like a Viking…except not. There's something about him that just screams cowboy, like he was born to wrangle cattle and fight dirty, not pillage and conquer his way across the world.

He's staring at me like he's furious and shocked at the same time, his eyes roving back and forth across my face in a way that saps the moisture from my mouth.

"You slept here last night," he finally says—growls, really, in a voice like thunder.

"I…I…" I could lie, but I think it's already too late for that. I basically confessed before he even asked a single question. "Yes," I whisper miserably. "And the night before. But if you'll let me go, I promise I won't come back."

"You've been out here for two days?"

"Well…no. Just at night."

My answer doesn't seem to make him any happier. If anything, it makes him look even more pissed than he was to begin with.

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Fan Mail from a Hockey Star Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.booksnovels.com/fan-mail-from-a-hockey-star-read-online-nichole-rose Thu, 14 May 2026 08:58:36 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/fan-mail-from-a-hockey-star-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Novella, Sports Authors: Nichole Rose Advertisement

Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)

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He slid into her inbox. She fell in front of the world.

Kingston
As a professional hockey player, I'm used to getting fan mail.
I never send it.

Until Evie Alexander sings the national anthem at our game.
She has the voice of an angel, the eyes of a siren, and a mouth I can't stop thinking about.

The whole arena watched me make a fool of myself trying to meet her.
They also watched her walk away like I didn't exist.

She thinks I just want her in my bed.
She's wrong.

I want her in my bed and wearing my ring.

If writing my way into her life is what it takes? I'm all in.
I don't quit…and I definitely don't lose.

Evie
As a musician, fan mail comes with the job.
But nothing prepared me for this.

Kingston Monroe's letters are charming and dangerously sincere, not at all what I expected from the cocky hockey star who embarrassed me at his game.

I promised myself I wouldn't fall for him.
Then he shows up at my concert…and I fall anyway.
Hard enough that the whole world hears it.

Now I have to decide if the sweet, shameless man in my inbox is real… or if I'm just another game he's determined to win.

About the Series
Falling in love wasn't part of the plan for these feisty heroines, especially not via letter, text, and email. But when they find themselves in a war of words with four delicious alphas, their plans go awry in unexpected ways.

These over-the-top men are determined to write their way to happily-ever-after, and they aren't taking any prisoners along the way. But when things move off the page to reality, not even they are prepared for the sparks that fly and the chaos that ensues.

Letters in Love is a spicy rom-com series featuring a bossy hockey star, a gorgeous mafia boss, a growly cowboy, and a protective mountain man

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Chapter One

Evie

"You know you're going to die on the ice, right? Just bam!" My sister smacks her hands together hard enough for the sound to echo around the small conference room we're using as a staging area. "Down you go."

Her diabolical grin should be studied in a lab. There's no way it's natural.

"Gee, thanks," I mutter sarcastically. "Why'd I bring you again?"

"Bring me? Please!" She crosses her arms, sinking down onto a plush chair at the head of the long table. "As if I gave you a choice."

She's not lying. As soon as Everly found out I was singing the national anthem at the game, she insisted on coming for "moral support".

Her support leaves a lot to be desired…you know, like actual support. She's just here to watch sweaty professional hockey players fight each other for the puck. But there was no way she was telling our father that.

Are you kidding? He just got out of the hospital and would have insisted on coming along, too. Kasen Alexander goes nowhere without causing a scene. After thirty-five years in the entertainment industry, that ability is encoded in his DNA. Actually…I think it's just who he is.

Everly is just like him—loud, dramatic, and destined to be the problem in any given scenario. Don't ask me how I ended up being the normal one in this family. It's a mystery to me, too.

"I'm not going to die on the ice."

I'll probably die on the ice. But I'll also die before I admit that to my sister. Singing, I can do. Hell, I can even dance with something resembling actual rhythm. But walking across a slippery surface? Yeah, not so much.

"We'll see," Everly says, her blue eyes shining.

I just ignore her and finish pulling my hair up into a high pony, studying myself in the mirror set up on the table. My nerves don't show on my face, thank God. The flush to my cheeks looks more like excitement than anxiety, and my blue eyes are calm. I look cool and collected, not at all like I'm ready to throw up.

I am so ready to throw up.

Singing on stage is easy. I have a band to back me up and room to move around. I can riff and cover little mistakes. There is no covering it if you fuck up the national anthem at a televised sporting event. You'll always be that one artist who screwed up the words or couldn't hit the right notes. No one wants to be immortalized in clips of a failed national anthem performance.

Someone taps on the door.

"She's decent!" Everly shouts.

I shake my head at her, which only makes her grin. There is no stopping her. It's terrifying, really.

"Ms. Alexander?" A man with a clipboard pokes his head into the conference room.

"Evie," I correct.

"Right," he says, not even looking up at me. "A few members of the team have asked to meet you before the game."

"They want to meet me?" I frown, caught off guard. This wasn't part of the plan. I'm just supposed to sing the anthem, not meet and greet people far more talented than I am!

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He was supposed to be her cover story, not her future.

Sidney
I fell for Hattie Ward the second she chose a book over the game.

Who does that?
The wild girl who marches to the beat of her own drum, that's who.

But I never thought I'd have a shot with her.
Until she begs me to date her.

She thinks I'm grumpy.
She thinks I'm not her type.
She thinks this is pretend.

She's wrong.

There's nothing fake about the way she makes me feel.
And there is no one else who will worship her like I do.

She's done hiding in the shadows.
And I'm more than ready to show her exactly how bright she burns.
Even if I have to turn her world upside down.

Hattie
Propositioning my brother's teammate was the perfect plan.
One date with Sidney Hawkes, and I'd be free from my mother's schemes.

He's hot, standoffish, and not my type...the perfect fake wedding date.

Until everything changes.

One kiss, one confession, and my plans go awry.
Now, I'm his in a way I never saw coming.
And he doesn't just want to date me.
He wants to keep me.

But stepping into his world means risking everything.
I'm terrified I'm going to fall flat on my face and drag him down with me.

Falling for him is either the bravest thing I've ever done… or the dumbest.
And it's far too late to back out now

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Chapter One

Hattie

"This is stupid," I whisper, staring at my brother's teammate like he might bite. Frankly, he might. Sidney Hawkes is what happens if you cross a giant with a raging bull. He's cranky as hell, bigger than a mountain, and looks like he makes little kids cry just for fun.

In short, he's terrifying.

He's also going to save my life.

He doesn't know that part yet.

I'm still trying to figure out how to break the news to him…preferably without him deciding to break me.

I take another giant gulp of whatever my brother, Tye, poured in my cup, trying not to choke on it. Whatever it is, it's strong. My head is already swimming. That's the only excuse I have for why I'm still staring at Sidney.

He isn't looking at me. No one at my brother's parties ever looks at me. I'm basically a Ficus in the corner, only with boobs and a designer dress. Unlike everyone else at the party, being ignored by Sidney doesn't feel personal. He's giving everyone the same treatment.

I think he hates us all equally.

"You can do this," I mumble.

"Did you say something?" a gorgeous WAG beside me asks, blinking like she only just noticed me. Her brows pull together in a look that's all too familiar. It screams that I do not belong here.

She isn't wrong. Tye's mansion is packed with important people. Everyone who is anyone in the Chicago sports world is here right now. And then there's me, included by default because all my brothers are famous athletes. Fans actually call them the Holy Trinity.

Gag me with a freaking spoon. Seriously. Please, gag me. They aren't that cool, not when I grew up in the same house as their smelly gym socks.

The rest of the world does not agree. But the rest of the world is not me. I'd rather be in my pajamas, reading or talking to my fish than partying with my oldest brother's friends. My mother would literally kill me, though. Tye is getting married, and I'm in the bridal party. I have to be here.

Apparently, all wedding-related festivities are mandatory, even the annoying ones like parties. I did not know that when Vanessa asked me to be a bridesmaid. I thought I just had to show up, help her get ready, walk down the aisle without falling, eat cake, and then go home.

Yeah, no.

I'm never doing this again.

"You're Tye's sister or something, right?" the WAG asks, still staring at me like she tasted something sour.

"That's me."

"That's wild," she says, eyeing me up and down. "Your brother is hot. You look nothing alike."

"I was adopted." It's only a tiny lie. I wasn't adopted, but my brothers are all annoyingly beautiful people like my mom. I'm…well, me. I look like my dad, who died when I was nine. Except God didn't give me his height or talent. Instead, he gave me social anxiety, no filter, and frizzy hair.

Tye, Briggs, and Harlan never treat me any differently, no matter how awkward I make things, but the same cannot be said for my mother or the rest of the world. As far as they're concerned, I crash-landed on this planet and should be sold to science.

"Ah, that explains it," the WAG says, not even realizing—or caring—how offensive she's being. They never do. In this world, when you aren't an important person, your feelings don't matter.

"Well, I'd love to stay and be insulted a little more," I chirp, wriggling my way to my feet. I stumble in my heels before I manage to catch myself. "But I have a grump to proposition."

"You—what?"

"Bye, Felicia."

"Felicia? That's not my name," the WAG mutters, her tone confused.

"Really? Weird." I wobble dangerously on my way across the room, my eyes locked on Sidney. He's still standing in the corner, glaring like he'd rather burn the place down than pretend to have a good time.

Huh. Maybe I can convince him to torch it. That'd get me out of here. It's not like Tye is ever home, so I doubt he'd miss his stuff if it all burned.

My mother catches my gaze from across the room, giving me one of those patented looks. You know, the ones that promise murder and a lifetime of regret if you aren't on your best behavior? Funny how my brothers never get those looks, when they're usually the ones all over the news for one reason or another.

I'm an angel.

I step up beside Sidney, waiting for him to notice me.

He doesn't.

He's staring into his beer like it holds the answers to the universe. I step closer, intending to clear my throat.

Instead, I catch a whiff of whatever magical cologne he's wearing. Jesus. He smells edible. He's also a lot bigger than I ever seem to remember, which is probably because I make a point to not be where he is. The man scares me. I mean, I don't think he'd actually break me in half or anything if I tried to strike up a conversation, but why risk it?

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Between Her Pages – Book of Love Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.booksnovels.com/between-her-pages-book-of-love-read-online-nichole-rose Sat, 28 Feb 2026 17:28:12 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/between-her-pages-book-of-love-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella Authors: Nichole Rose Advertisement

Total pages in book: 29
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)

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Book boyfriends are for life. So are hot neighbors.

Olive
My hot new neighbor, Mason Hudson, has been following me.

He may also have someone tied up in his basement.
At least, that's what I told the cops.

In my defense, I heard screaming.
How was I supposed to know it was his unhinged bird?

Now I'm the dramatic one, and Mason is walking around like the whole thing is hilarious.

Color me shocked when he asks me out.
I don't say no.

Any man who willingly spends time in a romance bookstore is suspicious…and fascinating. I want answers.
What I get instead is a man who falls way harder than he lets on.

This was supposed to be curiosity.
Not temptation.
And definitely not serious feelings.

Mason
I've been accused of stalking, having someone tied up in the basement, and being a serial killer.

It's only Tuesday.
And only one of those things is true.

But you can't blame a man for following his neighbor when she looks like Olive Medlock. She's gorgeous, intelligent, and funny as hell. I've been hooked since the day I moved in.

I didn't expect her to call me out.
I really didn't expect her to say yes to a date.
And I definitely didn't expect to fall this hard.

Now all I have to do is convince her—and her savage little dog—that I'm not a threat.

I'm her future.

And just like the books she loves, what we're writing together is forever.

About the Series
Good girls need spicy books. At least, that's the philosophy at this small-town bookstore. But the group of bookish friends who call the store home never planned for the feral men willing to fall at their feet...or for the lengths they'd go to secure their own happily-ever-afters.

Now, they're up to their elbows, in over their heads, and the only experience they have with navigating love comes from the books they read.

What could possibly go wrong?

Book of Love is a small-town rom-com series set in Wine Country that's high on heat and laughter, and low on drama

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Chapter One

Olive

There is a god. He's currently hefting moving boxes in the driveway next to mine. Shirtless.

"Holy…" I do not run, but I may speedwalk to the edge of the porch to get a better view. And…oh, hello, abs, nice to meet you. I did not know they came in eight packs in real life. I thought they were an urban legend, like Bigfoot or finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

My gaze runs up and down his body, shameless. Jesus. He looks like he just popped out of one of the books overflowing from my shelves. His jeans stretch across thighs thick enough to save lives. In another world, he could have been a lumberjack.

This is good news for me. My former neighbor was an elderly woman who liked to wander around in a robe and curlers, yelling at the neighborhood children to stay off her lawn. If I see this man in a robe, I'm throwing a viewing party.

He turns in my direction, his massive arms piled with boxes. His gaze lands on me, his lips quirking into a panty-melting smile behind his beard. Damn. His eyes are blue, like crazy blue. "Oh. Hey."

Crap. Busted.

"Um, hey." I hurriedly smooth my hair down and then scramble for the mailbox like that's what I was out here doing. It's all lies, but he doesn't need to know I was enjoying the free show.

"Do you live here?" he asks, his voice a deep rumble of sound.

"Nope. I'm just stealing the mail." I wave it in the air like I'm declaring victory.

He stares at me for a long moment—just long enough for me to wish I had a filter—and then chuckles. "Uh…I fucking hope you aren't serious because telling my actual neighbor that I let a hot librarian steal her shit is going to be all kinds of awkward for me."

He thinks I'm a hot librarian? I can work with this. It's better than the truth, which is that I'm a curvy biochemist with no filter, a smutty book addiction, and absolutely no shame.

"I'm just kidding," I say, smiling at him. "I'm Olive Medlock. This is my place."

"Oh, thank fuck." He grins at me, his expression colored with relief. "I was trying to decide how I was going to avoid lying my ass off about the mail for the next decade. I'm Mason, by the way. Mason Hudson."

Even his name is sexy.

"So, you're moving in?"

"Who me?" He hefts the boxes a little higher, mischief in his gaze. "Nope. I'm just stealing your neighbor's shit."

"Cool." I lean up against the post. "Do me a favor while you're at it? She has this hideous green robe with poinsettias all over it. Steal it, burn it, whatever. Just never let her patrol the yard in it again. It's a crime against fashion and humanity."

I'm dreaming about his laugh tonight. If chocolate and sex had a baby, it'd be that laugh. It booms across our yards, hitting me low in my abdomen.

"I'll keep an eye out for it," he promises.

"The neighborhood thanks you for your service."

He flashes me another of those panty-melting smiles.

"In all seriousness, are you her kid? Grandkid?" I don't think he's a random stranger. The house never went on the market after Ms. Letty got carted off in an ambulance for trying to bite a police officer, and half of her stuff is still in there.

"Nephew," he mutters.

"Ah. Is she…?" I don't think there's a polite way to ask if someone kicked the bucket, was arrested, or put in a home. It seems like a rude question. But she's been gone for over a month now, and I'm endlessly nosy.

"Aunt Letty moved in with her son," Mason explains. "I guess the Chief decided she needed more care after they were out here last time. I just bought the place."

"Yeah, they were out here a lot." I grimace. "Like…a lot," I say, dragging out the word for emphasis. "She liked to turn her hose on the neighborhood kids if they got too loud. And they're kids, so…" I trail off with a shrug, letting him fill in the blanks.

The sad truth is that the police were here so often because she was a holy terror who refused to believe that the sidewalk and street in front of her place were public property. It wasn't even dementia or anything. She was sharp as a tack. She just ran on spite and a burning hatred of children, like the old lady from Hansel and Gretel.

"Jesus," he mutters, his eyes widening as he glances around. "Think I should bake cookies? Hold a barbecue? Send apology fruit baskets?"

"Maybe just don't terrorize the kids?" I suggest. "Everyone knew Letty was old and set in her ways. She was mostly harmless unless she got her hands on a hose. Well, I mean, until she tried to bite that officer, anyway. But they won't hold her against you."

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The Galentine Diaries Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.booksnovels.com/the-galentine-diaries-read-online-nichole-rose Thu, 26 Feb 2026 07:44:37 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-galentine-diaries-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Authors: Nichole Rose Advertisement

Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
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Love is coming, one wild dare at a time.

With Valentine’s Day around the corner, these feisty heroines are striking out on the biggest adventures of their lives. But nothing could have prepared them for the wild, possessive men waiting to sweep them off their feet.
Whether they’re spying on a cowboy, facing their fears with a mountain man, or touring with a boy band, these curvy girls get so much more than they bargained for when they take up the Galentine’s dare and set out to discover who they really are—and where their hearts truly lie—in this spicy rom-com series.

The Galentine Diaries includes Romancing the Cowboy, Pretty Little Mess, Hitched to the Heartthrob, and the sister novel to Romancing the Cowboy, Beach House Beauty

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Prologue

CASSIA

"What the fudge?" I mutter, glaring at the email on my laptop screen. It's so rude!

Ms. Murphy,

My sister left a copy of your book, A Cowboy for Christmas, at my place. I regret to inform you that I made the mistake of giving it a read. You paint a pretty picture with words, but you haven't ever seen a real cowboy a day in your life, have you?

Declan was about as realistic as my prize bull's hopes of escaping this fine establishment for greener pastures. The bastard has been trying for years. Sad to say, he isn't going anywhere but to the butcher if he keeps it up.

A real cowboy would have shot that abusive, lying SOB, Bromley, on sight. And then hid his body where no one would find it. And don't even get me started on having relations in the barn. Hay itches like a son of a bitch.

You should spend some time on a ranch before you try writing about them.

A REAL Cowboy,

Cord Decker

"Of all the nerve," I growl to my cat, Sisyphus. "I bet he's not even a real cowboy. He's probably a middle-aged man who lives in his mom's basement and plays video games all day. He's a troll, that's what he is."

Sisyphus meows his agreement and then goes back to licking his junk. At least I assume it's agreement. With him, it's hard to tell. He's very chill for a cat.

I blow my hair out of my face and scan Cord Decker's email again, my irritation growing with every word. My leg bounces up and down, my foot thumping against the side of the chair. Normally, I ignore critical emails like authors are taught to do. Responding never leads anywhere good, and the last thing we want to do is attack a reader for having an opinion. It just makes us look gross. But something about this one…the nerve of this man!

I hit reply, my fingers flying across the keyboard.

Mr. Decker,

I regret to inform you that I made the mistake of reading your email. You string sentences together quite well, but you haven't ever read a work of fiction a day in your life, have you?

Declan is a romantic hero. He's not supposed to be entirely believable. Also, he didn't kill Bromley because he wasn't worth killing.

I'm rooting for your bull and his future freedom.

My condolences to whomever you're having relations with. I hope she finds your performance more satisfactory than I found your email.

Cassia Murphy

"I can't send this," I say, reading over it again. Writing it filled me with satisfaction, but the last thing I need is for the world to think I'm a crazy pants. I mean, I am a crazy pants. But sending this off into the world only confirms it.

I quickly delete the email before I change my mind, and then close the browser. Stretching my arms over my head, I roll my neck on my shoulders and then climb out of my desk chair. I've been working my butt off all day to finish my new book.

I need food. Maybe that'll make me less grumpy.

Before I even make it out of the office, my phone dings with an incoming email. My inbox is always a nightmare. Mostly because it scares me so I ignore it. It's a blackhole at this point. I'm never going to get it cleaned out. Making a New Year's Resolution to stay on top of it was not my best idea. Now I feel obligated to check it just so I don't break the stupid resolution even though I'm ninety-nine percent positive breaking resolutions is the only reason we make them in the first place.

I groan and pull the phone out of my pocket.

"What the heck?" I stop in the middle of the room when I see Cord Decker's name at the top of the list of unread emails. I quickly scroll to it.

Ms. Murphy,

I'll pass along your support to the bull. He'll be overjoyed to hear of it, I'm sure.

"Oh no," I whisper, scrolling down in horror. "Oh no, oh no, oh no." I sent him the email instead of deleting it! He's probably furious. I gulp audibly and scroll back to his response.

A cowboy never kisses and tells. You should know that, considering you write us. But you'll be relieved to know I'm not what you refer to as a manwhore.

Declan should have killed Bromley. He touched what didn't belong to him. You never touch another man's woman. Ever.

Oh, jeez. He's completely crazy. But that's still kind of hot. No. No way. Nothing about this man is hot. I'm just delusional.

If you ever want to see what a real cowboy does…

Cord

I shove my phone into my pocket, whimpering. I cannot believe I accidentally sent him that email! There's no way I'm responding to this one. I've done enough damage for one day, thank you very much.

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Read. Sleep. Fall for your enemy.

Lilah
Owning a spicy romance bookstore was supposed to come with feral readers and a meet-cute or two. Not a billionaire in a three-piece suit trying to bulldoze my business.

Lincoln Hanover is everything that's wrong with the world. He's hot, bossy, and far too rich for his own good. He thinks he can annoy me out of business. I think he can shove his checkbook where the sun doesn't shine.

I've read every billionaire romance there is. I know how to fight fire with fire.

Lincoln will rue the day.
Or I will.
Either way, one of us is going down.

Lincoln
Modernizing downtown Santa Maria would be simple if people stopped getting in my way. I have a job to do, and that's all I'm worried about.

Until Lilah Davis threatens to chain herself to her bookstore to keep me out.

I'd love to see her chained up, all right. Preferably in my bed. Wearing my ring.

She thinks I'm the villain.
She's probably right.

But what started as a property feud is now about something far more me and her.
And I don't lose.

About the Series
Good girls need spicy books. At least, that's the philosophy at this small-town bookstore. But the group of bookish friends who call the store home never planned for the feral men willing to fall at their feet...or for the lengths they'd go to secure their own happily-ever-afters.

Now, they're up to their elbows, in over their heads, and the only experience they have with navigating love comes from the books they read.

What could possibly go wrong?

Book of Love is a small-town rom-com series set in Wine Country that's high on heat and laughter, and low on drama

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter One

Lilah

"Ihave an idea," Jasmine Knudsen says, draping herself across the counter in front of me like she's using it as an altar. Let's be honest, though. My best friend hasn't set foot in a church since she was a kid. I'm pretty sure the only time she calls for God is when she's getting herself off.

I'm not a hypocrite, so I don't judge. If self-pleasure is a one-way ticket to hell, I'm hurtling toward my own personal sauna at lightspeed. Since it's the only kind of pleasure I get, well, let's just say I will not be running out of batteries anytime soon.

Thank you, Duracell.

"What kind of idea?" I ask, bracing myself for whatever wild shit she's about to throw at me. With her, it's always something. That's part of why I love her. We're two peas in a pod. But I might actually live long enough to regret asking her to run the book club at my new spicy romance bookstore, Book of Love.

We've only been open in downtown Santa Maria for three months. Things have been going well so far. We have a lot of avid readers who drop in to browse and buy, and since we teamed up with my brother-in-law's winery last month to offer book-and-wine night boxes, our sales have been steadily increasing.

But let's just say that book club is on shaky ground. The first book Jazz picked involved three dinosaurs and one human. The second was a Christmas romance…only the hero was a nutcracker toy. I'm not judging. Around here, we let our freak flags fly. It's basically our motto. If it's a spicy romance, we'll read it. We'll probably discuss it in all its smutty, gory detail, too.

But poor Mrs. Wesley hadn't read a romance since 1970. She was not prepared for her crash course in current smut when she joined the club. Neither was her husband. They both ended up in the emergency room after trying to spice things up using Jazz's book club picks for inspiration.

Since I used most of my trust fund to move across the country and open this place, I can't really afford to be sued the next time someone breaks a hip and their seventy-year-old husband's cock. I definitely can't afford the bad press if this store is the cause of a string of roleplay-gone-wrong injuries.

I can just see the headlines now. "Spicy bookstore leaves a string of broken cocks in its wake", or "Book club pick sends elderly couple to hospital with sex-related injuries." I'll never financially recover.

"A self-care section," Jazz announces, smiling like the Grinch with a plan, which is proof-positive that her version of self-care and the rest of the world's are not the same. She confirms my suspicion a second later. "If we add a section of vibrators, people will be beating down the doors to come."

"I see what you did there," I mutter, setting aside the blind date book I just finished wrapping.

Jazz gives me a wicked little laugh, her blue eyes sparkling with humor. "I knew you'd appreciate that."

"Who doesn't appreciate a dirty double entendre?" I grab another section of Kraft paper to start wrapping the next book.

"Good point. My idea is genius."

It is a good idea, but…

"I'll have to look into it," I say carefully. "We may need some sort of special licensing to sell sex toys."

"What? Women literally sell them out of their trunks. They have parties with them!" Jazz cries. "I doubt they have a special license for that."

"They aren't running a shop in the heart of downtown Santa Maria either," I remind her, ripping a piece of tape from the roll. At least, I try to rip it off. I end up tangling it instead. "Dammit."

"Here. Let me." Jazz grabs the dispenser, quickly unraveling the mess I made of it. Having nails must be nice. Mine are chewed to the quick. "I bet your sister could tell you if you need a special license."

I eye her blankly, genuinely mystified by how her mind works sometimes. "How would Lucy possibly know that?"

"Uh, she married into a family that owns a winery," Jazz says, like she's pointing out the obvious. "They sell adult beverages. Adult toys aren't that different."

"Then you're using them wrong," Sarah Tolliver chirps as she hurries past with bare feet and a stack of books. She helps out around here most days, running the café or the register…anything we need, really.

Jazz tosses a wad of tape in her direction, but it simply lands on the floor at her own feet. She shrugs it off, turning back to me. "You're forgetting one very important thing, Lilah. We aren't in Tennessee anymore. This is California. The only definition of a dry county here is one situated in the desert. You moved here so that you could open this store without running afoul of the Morality Police."

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