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The Hawthornes Series by Natasha Anders – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.booksnovels.com Wed, 20 May 2026 17:45:49 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.1.3 http://www.booksnovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png The Hawthornes Series by Natasha Anders – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.booksnovels.com 32 32 Faking Forever (The Hawthornes #2) Read Online Natasha Anders http://www.booksnovels.com/faking-forever-the-hawthornes-2-read-online-natasha-anders Wed, 20 May 2026 17:45:49 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/faking-forever-the-hawthornes-2-read-online-natasha-anders Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary Authors: Natasha Anders Series: The Hawthornes Series by Natasha Anders
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)

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They married for a reason that no longer exists.
McKenna Hawthorne knows it’s only a matter of time before her husband leaves her. She’s a perfectionist, unaccustomed to failing, and she regrets starting something that never had a chance in hell of succeeding. But when he doesn’t leave, Kenny begins to tentatively hope that what they have can be more than just smoke and mirrors. Until he pulls the rug out from under her in the cruelest way possible, decimating her heart in the process.

Smith Jenson is ready to put this ill-advised marriage in his rear-view mirror. Write it off as an egregious lapse in judgment. He shouldn't have married her in the first place. They’re too different. She’s too… cold. Distant. Once upon a time, he’d cared enough to want to find out what lay beneath all those layers of control. Now he doubts that he’ll find anything of substance at all. Perhaps he could have been less harsh when he ended it. Less cruel. But Kenna is incapable of normal human emotion. He’d seen enough evidence of that over the course of their marriage. She can handle a few harsh words from him.

Their marriage is over. Doomed from the start. But with so much pain, resentment, and unfinished business still simmering between them, McKenna and Smith are not quite done destroying each other yet

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Prologue

Day 1

McKenna Hawthorne-Jenson couldn’t quite believe that they’d actually gone through with this farce.

She stared at the handsome man who stood smiling beside her and felt a disorienting sense of panic swell in her chest. She never panicked. Truthfully, she rarely felt much of anything. She was so accustomed to maintaining a tight rein on her feelings that she barely recognized the burgeoning bubble of emotion clawing its way up into her throat from her churning stomach as absolute terror.

Kenny had married a man she only kind of liked and sort of respected. And she’d married him for the worst possible reason.

She felt sick…but she’d felt sick so often lately she wasn’t sure if this time was because of this ill-advised jaunt into matrimony. Or because of the other, real reason she was standing beside this man with a fake smile plastered on her lips while dressed in an uncomfortably snug, mermaid-style wedding dress that wasn’t at all to her taste. The gown had sat perfectly at her last fitting, but that was no longer the case. Two of the concealed buttons in the back couldn’t close at all, and five more were hanging on for dear life.

Smith, her brand, spanking new husband, placed a warm, comforting hand on the small of her back and lowered his head to drop a whisper in her ear.

“You okay? You look a little green around the gills.”

The gesture probably looked very romantic to their wedding guests, most of whom stood staring at them with misty smiles. A few even awwed.

She kept what she was sure was a manic-looking grin on her lips as she offered him a succinct one-word reply, “Nauseous.”

“You want to take a break?”

A break? Kenny almost laughed at the ludicrous question. As if taking a break from one’s own wedding was even a possibility. She swallowed down her nausea and shook her head.

“I’m fine,” she informed him from between tightly clenched teeth while she clung to that smile as if her life depended on it.

“What about a sip of water? I could⁠—”

“I’m fine!” Her curt response cut him off and his face was troubled as he dipped his chin in a short nod and found his own—clearly fake—smile for their overenthusiastic photographer.

His hand fell away and she mourned its loss.

She shouldn’t have snapped at him. It was uncharacteristic of her. And she once again reflected on how she barely recognized herself anymore. She was an emotional mess, swinging wildly between tears, deranged laughter, and baffling rage from one minute to the next. It was frightening. Like she was losing herself within this swirling morass of messy, complicated, and often contradictory feelings.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered from between stiff lips, her face still frozen in that unconvincing rictus.

He once again lifted his strong, capable-looking hand, and it hovered between them uncertainly for a moment before he dropped it without touching her.

“This isn’t easy,” he said, the deep, soothing rasp of his voice washing over her like warm honey. She swallowed and felt the muscles in her face relax as her smile settled into something softer, gentler.

Smith wasn’t prone to exaggeration or hyperbole, but that was an understatement even by his austere standards. Kenny slanted a jaundiced glance at him, her silence speaking volumes.

He tugged his full lower lip between even white teeth as his concerned gaze swept over her face once more. His green eyes were piercing between those thick, fair lashes and she shifted uncomfortably beneath the weight of that stare.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the photographer said with a knowing little grin, clearly thinking he was interrupting some intimate, newlywed moment. “But we need just a few more shots with the parents.”

Smith released an impatient exhalation from his nostrils and glared at the man, whose smile immediately faded.

“We need a moment longer.” Despite the obvious irritation in his eyes, his voice remained quiet and neutral.

“No, we don’t,” Kenny denied. “I’m fine. Let’s just get it over with, okay?”

He shoved his hands into his pockets, his brow lowering, as he gave her a deeply unhappy stare. His broad shoulders shifted restlessly and he dipped his clenched jaw in reluctant assent.

“After you,” he invited and stepped aside, all sulky and sexy and snarly.

Kenny discreetly ran her damp palms over the elaborately beaded bodice of her dress and walked around his bulk to where his parents and her father stood waiting. Their siblings were also milling off to the side, clearly waiting for their turn at the photos.

God, what an unnecessary spectacle this was.

She regretted conceding to this three-ring circus. Smith had suggested a no fuss wedding in Cyprus, but Kenny had insisted on doing this “by the book,” knowing that her father would’ve had strong opinions about his only daughter having a quickie wedding. And neither of them had wanted people to speculate as to the reason behind their supposedly impulsive decision to marry.

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Finding Forever (The Hawthornes #1) Read Online Natasha Anders http://www.booksnovels.com/finding-forever-the-hawthornes-1-read-online-natasha-anders Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:08:08 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/finding-forever-the-hawthornes-1-read-online-natasha-anders Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Drama, Erotic Authors: Natasha Anders Series: The Hawthornes Series by Natasha Anders
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Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 142976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 477(@300wpm)

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Niall Caden Hawthorne—Cade—lives an exacting, uncompromising life. His only priorities are, and always will be, his family and his business. He’d do anything for them. This includes marrying a colorless, drab moth of a woman who leaves him physically and emotionally cold.

Fern Lambert is everything Cade has never wanted in a woman—timid, sheltered, shockingly inexperienced, and—after a night of uncharacteristically bad choices—pregnant with his baby.
She is also the key to securing an elusive business contract that Cade has been after for nearly a year. Marrying her means giving up three years of his life, it means acknowledging a child that he never planned on having… it means complications and disruptions to his well-ordered life.
But Cade knows it’s the right thing to do. It’s the only thing to do. That doesn’t mean he has to like it.

And—inexplicable fascination with her lush upper lip notwithstanding—it certainly doesn’t mean he has to like her

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Prologue

In a grand ballroom full of colorful, flamboyant butterflies, she was a small, pale decidedly drab moth. Niall Caden Hawthorne—Cade—shouldn’t have noticed her. He wasn’t sure why his restless gaze had snagged on her, not when she was doing her damnedest to fade into the wallpaper behind the large potted plant in the furthest corner of the massive room.

The huge space was teeming with brash, overconfident people. They were all talking and laughing a little bit too loudly. All putting on a damned good show of having a fabulous time. And why wouldn’t they? Invitations to the Hawthorne Trust Annual Charity Gala were coveted by celebrities, royalty, and powerful politicians the world over. Scoring an invitation to this event represented the pinnacle of making it.

Cade had never seen the appeal, honestly, but as he’d been obligated to attend since he was thirteen, he was hardwired to resent it. Even more so these last few years, when it seemed liked neither of his brothers gave a good goddamn about appearances and familial obligations, while Cade still tried to be the Good Son.

His younger brother Gideon—until recently—had happily skipped the gala and all other family-related events, since his late teens. While Nox, their middle brother, had been MIA for the last eighteen months because he was going through some shit.

That left Cade and his youngest sibling, McKenna, holding the bag. Kenny, of course, lived for this shit. She loved dressing up, partying, and she was the one who picked the recipient charity every year. The gala was her pet project, a responsibility she’d shouldered since their mother’s death eleven years ago when Cade had been twenty-three and Kenny only eighteen. But even Kenny seemed peaked and out of sorts this year. He’d caught a glimpse of her earlier, looking beautiful as always, but also pale, too thin, and definitely not happy.

Cade absently lifted a champagne flute from a passing tray, as his restless gaze left the peculiar little gray moth in the corner to sweep the grand ballroom for his sister. He’d been meaning to corner her and find out what was wrong. He’d never seen her look less than radiant at one of these shindigs but she’d appeared frazzled enough earlier for him to make a mental note to ask her if she was okay.

He didn’t see her. Instead he spotted his youngest brother, Gideon, slow dancing with his wife Elizabeth. The couple had been together for eighteen months now and married for the last six months. The woman was undoubtedly the one who’d encouraged Gideon to come to the gala tonight.

Those two were so wrapped up in each other that, as usual, they appeared oblivious to the rest of the world. Cade rolled his eyes and skimmed over the rest of the glittering, sophisticated crowd before coming to a stop on the fragile moth again.

He supposed—if this were regency England—she would’ve been considered the quintessential wallflower. She was wearing a silvery ball gown. Cade had dated enough wealthy, sophisticated women to recognize that it was clearly an expensive designer dress.

But the silver-gray color washed out her already pale complexion. There was a subtle sheen to the fabric that reminded him of rain-soaked spiderwebs on a crisp winter morning. He snorted in self-derision at the uncharacteristically whimsical thought.

The dress—a long sheath which skimmed over barely-there curves—was almost prudish. Long sheer sleeves, an empire waist, and a modest, elegant boatneck, combined with a floor length skirt in fabric so lightweight it seemed to move with every breath she took.

Her hair, piled atop her head in a complicated series of twists and braids, was blonde. No… blonde was an entirely too simplistic a word for that remarkable silvery moonlight shade of platinum. Cade doubted the color was natural and with the entire mass balanced on top of her head like that, it looked like too much weight for her slender neck to carry.

While her hair was remarkable, the rest of her was decidedly not. She was so pale he wondered if she was anemic. And then also wondered why someone so colorless would choose such a light-toned, monochromatic dress.

As he drifted closer to her lonely corner, he conceded that she wasn’t entirely without color. He noted the faintest blush of pink in her cheeks and on her mouth. The somber soft misty gray—almost the same shade as her dress—of her large wide set eyes. Her long, thick lashes and delicately arched brows were startlingly dark in contrast with the paleness of her skin and hair, adding an intriguing depth and sultriness to her lovely eyes.

She had an appealing mouth, with a full, cupid’s bow upper lip, which overshadowed the less full curve of her lower lip. He’d never seen a mouth quite like it before. Upside-down and interesting, on a quiet, plain face. His eyes drifted up from that captivating mouth, set above a narrow, pointed chin. Then moved on to her small, straight nose, high cheekbones, and back to the big, gray eyes that widened as they made contact with his.

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