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Insta-Love – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.xoxobooks.com Thu, 14 May 2026 07:50:27 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.xoxobooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Insta-Love – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.xoxobooks.com 32 32 Her Chains Her Choice (Last to Fall #1) Read Online J.A. Huss http://www.xoxobooks.com/her-chains-her-choice-last-to-fall-1-read-online-j-a-huss Thu, 14 May 2026 07:50:27 +0000 http://www.xoxobooks.com/her-chains-her-choice-last-to-fall-1-read-online-j-a-huss Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love, Mafia Authors: J.A. Huss Series: Last to Fall Series by J.A. Huss
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)

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Some cages are chosen, and some monsters are worth the chains.

Emmaleen

Twenty-one days until homelessness, nineteen demerits, and one chance at $31,750.

I am laser focused on my goal of getting the hell out of Riverview, PA—and Giovanni Bavga, mob boss, secret poet, in possession of a Lambo and the world’s most amazing green eyes—is my first-class ticket. All I have to do is everything he tells me for the next seven days.

My chains, my choice... until choosing him became the only freedom worth having.

Giovanni

Power isn’t something you take—it something given.

The demerit system was supposed to control Emmaleen Rourke but apparently, Little Miss Take didn’t get the memo. Now I'm the one losing control. Men like me don't fall first. We don't fall at all. In the circles I run in, caring about someone is the most dangerous mistake a man can make.

My game, my rules... until breaking them for her became the only win that mattered.

The Last to Fall series is an intense deep dive into the psyche of possession, obsession, and what one man will do to keep the woman he loves alive. Because some cages are chosen, and some monsters are worth the chains

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Surrender is the purest form of power.

People imagine power as something seized—taken by force, stolen through fear, won through blood. But the truest power requires none of that. It doesn’t chase. It doesn’t beg. It doesn’t raise its voice.

Power waits. It invites. It stands perfectly still while the world rearranges itself to please it.

The weak mistake silence for mercy, composure for restraint. They never understand that patience is the sharpest blade—and that compliance offered freely cuts deeper than any command.

The offering, not the taking, is where power lives. Every bowed head, every averted gaze, is a confession of who holds dominion.

In the end, power isn’t proven in conquest, but in what is willingly given.

And the moment they offer themselves without knowing why—that’s the moment you own everything.

The theory holds.

The world has never failed to prove it.

I hand the valet my keys. His eyes widen as they should—the Aventador isn’t transportation; it’s a statement of intent. He’s maybe twenty-three, maybe twenty-four. The cheap polyester uniform doesn’t fit his shoulders.

“Keep it close,” I tell him, then go still until he meets my eyes.

It takes three seconds. He swallows hard. “Yes, sir.” He clutches the fob like it might detonate, then looks at the car like it might bite.

It should intimidate him. That’s the point.

I turn away, adjusting a cufflink, and look up at the Riverview Hotel. It stands like a mausoleum to better times—ornate molding crumbling at the edges, roofline not quite plumb, flaking paint on the balconies overlooking the river, ironwork curled like lace gone to rust. Once it hosted senators and starlets; now it clings to dignity with the stubbornness of the dying.

Preservation Society. Ironic.

The security guard at the door straightens as I approach. Badge crooked. Rental-company uniform, not hotel staff. Temporary hire. He feigns formality, but his eyes dart to the exits in case I become a problem.

The ballroom reveals itself like a map. Four exits: main entrance, service door by the stage, kitchen access to my right, and—most would miss it—a fire door disguised behind decorative paneling. Two guards posted opposite each other. No visible weapons, but a bulge under one jacket suggests otherwise. Amateur.

Champagne sweats in buckets of melting ice. Dom Pérignon 2008—decent vintage, wrong temperature. They’ve been waiting too long, trying to appear prepared. They weren’t.

The room falls quiet as I enter. Conversations die mid-sentence. Silence spreads like infection. Sixty-seven people, and not one knows what to do with their hands. The men look at their shoes. The women touch their jewelry—a universal tell for insecurity disguised as grace.

Mayor Harmon approaches, flanked by two councilmen—budget and zoning, both forgettable.

“Mr. Bavga!”

Harmon’s handshake is clammy, grip compensating with pressure. I apply twenty percent more and hold three seconds longer. His smile twitches.

“We’re so pleased you could join us tonight,” he says, voice loud for the audience. “Your family’s contributions to the restoration project have been invaluable.”

He has no idea what he’s talking about. The “project” exists only in press releases. The real investment remains invisible.

I say nothing. Silence is always the first test.

“The councilmen and I were just discussing the next phase of development,” he tries. A lie. They were discussing me. Which means they’ve already failed.

A waiter appears at precisely the right moment—young, efficient, aware of tension. He offers a single flute of champagne. Baccarat crystal. Not hotel standard. Borrowed for the event.

I take it, slip a fifty into his palm without looking down. Competence deserves recognition. I trace the rim with my thumb—a habit from childhood. I won’t drink; I never drink in public. But illusion has its uses.

He nods once and vanishes. The only person here who understands his role.

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Fan Mail from a Hockey Star Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.xoxobooks.com/fan-mail-from-a-hockey-star-read-online-nichole-rose Thu, 14 May 2026 07:50:24 +0000 http://www.xoxobooks.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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The Billionaire I Can’t Deny (The Brodys of Whiskey Run #3) Read Online Hope Ford http://www.xoxobooks.com/the-billionaire-i-cant-deny-the-brodys-of-whiskey-run-3-read-online-hope-ford Thu, 14 May 2026 07:48:09 +0000 http://www.xoxobooks.com/the-billionaire-i-cant-deny-the-brodys-of-whiskey-run-3-read-online-hope-ford Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Suspense Authors: Hope Ford Series: The Brodys of Whiskey Run Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)

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I ran from him once.This time… he’s not letting me go. He’s my fake boyfriend, my last hope… and the man I was too scared to keep. Miller Brody is powerful, possessive, and completely out of my league. One perfect night was all it took to ruin me, and one moment of doubt sent me running. Now my world is falling apart, and he’s the only one who can fix it. Miller doesn’t just step in. He takes over. He pulls me into his life, his home, his arms, and tells the world I belong to him. It’s fake. It has to be. But the way he touches me feels real. The way he looks at me feels dangerous. And the way he says mine… it feels inevitable. I tell myself I won’t fall for him again. Because if I lose this, I won’t just lose him.
I’ll lose everything that matters

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CHAPTER 1

LINDSEY

I’m packing up my gear, fumbling the whole time.

I do this every day. Sometimes even more than once. But today, nothing is going like it should.

I don’t even have to look up to feel his eyes on me.

It was supposed to be a quick photo. As a matter of fact, I was told he demanded that it not take up more than three minutes of his time.

Well, his photo shoot was at ten a.m. this morning, and he’s still here at five o’clock.

Miller Brody is known for being aloof. He’s a lone wolf, and word on the street is he’s close to no one except his family. Of course, there are other rumors. I heard a few more today. Some of the women I photographed made no effort to hide how much they wanted him. One even hinted—boldly—at just how good he is in bed.

Just hearing that made my heart rate pick up. Jealousy. Pure and simple.

It’s crazy. I don’t know this man. I’ve only seen him in pictures until today. But there’s something about him that brings out a possessiveness in me that I didn’t know I had.

The man that has watched me all day rises from his seat in the corner. Sometime during the day, he’d uncuffed his sleeves and rolled them up, baring strong forearms covered in ink.

He removed the tie and undid a few buttons, and there are more intricate black lines on his neck. Everything in me wanted to point my camera at him, but I withheld.

As soon as he rises, the staff approaches him, seeing what he needs. It’s like everyone is attuned to him, wanting to please him, and when a young blond woman with perky breasts licks her lips and asks him if she can get him anything, I know exactly what’s on her mind.

I lower my gaze to my camera. Just pack up and get out of here, Lindsey. There’s no reason to stick around and see which woman he chooses to take home with him today.

I try to ignore the whole situation… until those tattooed forearms I’d been drooling over are right there in front of me. “Lindsey.”

His voice is gruff, and I swear I feel a rumble in my lower belly.

I look up. His large fingers are stroking his beard as his gaze pierces me. I lower my eyes. “How can I help you, Mr. Brody? Were you not happy with the pictures?”

He takes a step toward me. “I didn’t see them.”

I look around for my assistant that was hired for the day, but he’s nowhere to be found. Probably left as soon as he packed up my gear. Everything is stacked up, and I realize I’m going to have to lug it all out to my truck. Oh my God, this day is never going to end. “I’m sorry, Mr. Brody. My assistant was supposed to⁠—”

Miller pops his shoulders. “He tried. I didn’t want him to show me. I want you to show me.”

My mouth falls open. Is this some kind of rich thing? You don’t let the help near? My lips purse in anger. I have thought a lot of things today, but I didn’t expect Miller Brody to be a stuck-up snob. “Right, well, let me show you.”

He points at my mouth. “What are you thinking right now?”

I hold my camera between us. “Excuse me?”

He lifts his hand and smooths my cheek softly. I should pull back from his touch, but I’m too surprised to move. “You’re mad… Why?”

I shake my head. “I’m not mad.”

He smiles softly. “Lindsey, I’ve watched you all day. When you’re pleased with a photo, your eyes sparkle. When someone annoys you, you get a line between your eyes. When you’re jealous, your face flushes and you look away.” He smiles as he says that one and then strokes my cheek again. “And when you’re mad, your mouth tightens.”

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Cage (Redline Kings MC #7) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.xoxobooks.com/cage-redline-kings-mc-7-read-online-fiona-davenport Thu, 14 May 2026 07:47:14 +0000 http://www.xoxobooks.com/cage-redline-kings-mc-7-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, Insta-Love, MC Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Redline Kings MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)

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When Hadley Rivers got injured at an underground race, Thayer “Cage” Duvall stepped in to treat her. One look at the scar hidden in her hair told the club’s doctor it was no childhood accident—someone had tried to erase who Hadley really was. Now he was determined to protect the beautiful politician’s daughter whether she wanted it or not.

Hadley had always felt trapped in her perfect life, until the intense biker who patched her up made her feel alive for the first time. But falling for Cage meant risking everything…especially when her family’s dark secret came out

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HADLEY

Pressed close to the concrete barrier at Brake Point Run, the roar was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Engines screamed in the distance as drivers warmed up, the rumble vibrating straight through the soles of my sneakers and into my bones. I fiddled with the bulky ear protection Jana had shoved into my hands when I joined her down here.

“You’re gonna wear a hole in that thing if you keep twisting it like that,” Jana called over the noise. She was already suited up to race, looking every bit the badass I secretly wished I could be. “Here, let me fix it before you strangle yourself.”

I laughed as she stepped in and adjusted the straps with practiced fingers. “I swear I’m not usually this helpless. It’s just more chaotic than I expected, in the best way. Is it always like this? The place feels like one giant adrenaline shot.”

Jana snorted, giving the strap one last tug before stepping back. “Always, but it’s even better behind the wheel. Driving for Redline Precision is a thrill, but I love it when I get the chance to drive in an underground race.”

“Because you’re hell on wheels, sweetheart.” The big, tattooed biker she was married to wrapped his arm around Jana’s waist and brushed a kiss against her cheek before dipping his chin in my direction.

“Thanks for letting me come tonight, Nitro.”

“Just stick close,” he warned.

Jana nodded. “This side of racing isn’t what you’re used to. Most of the rules have been thrown out the window, so it’s pure speed and balls-to-the-wall chaos.”

I looked around us with wide eyes. “Yeah, I noticed.”

She tilted her head and studied me with a teasing glint in her eye. “You still good? Or are you about to bolt back to your fancy life and pretend you never met me?”

“No way.” I shook my head so fast my ponytail whipped my shoulder. “Are you kidding? This is incredible.”

“That’s my girl.” She poked my arm lightly. “You’re hooked, aren’t you?”

“Completely,” I admitted, my cheeks heating even as I grinned back at her. I leaned a little closer to the barrier, my eyes widening again as another driver revved his engine hard enough to make the ground tremble. “No one’s watching to see if my posture is perfect or if I said the right thing. I can just exist here. It’s the first time in forever that I don’t feel like I’m playing a part.”

“This world gets under your skin and stays there.” Jana’s expression softened before her smirk slid back into place. She pulled on her gloves, flexing her fingers inside the leather. “Stay back from the barrier unless you want your eardrums blown out, or worse.”

“Kick ass out there. I’ll keep an eye on your friend,” Nitro reassured her.

“Listen to your scary husband. I want to see you smoke every single one of them. And when you win, you have to let me buy you the greasiest victory burger I can find.”

“Deal.” She winked. “But only if you promise not to scream too loud when I fly past. Wouldn’t want to embarrass that pretty politician’s daughter vibe you’ve got going.”

“Hey, I left the pearls at home tonight.” I rolled my eyes, still smiling. “Go show them what real driving looks like.”

She gave me a playful salute before going up on her toes to kiss Nitro. Then she strode off toward her car, and I watched her go, feeling a wild thrill I’d never experienced before. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t just watching from the sidelines in a perfect dress and a practiced smile. I was right in the middle of the action. And I never wanted to leave.

As Jana disappeared into the lineup, I stayed right where I was. My eyes were fixed on the cars idling under the harsh lights. The engines kept revving in short bursts, each one sending another delicious shiver up my spine. I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. This place felt like freedom, and I didn’t need to quiet any part of myself to fit in.

It was the complete opposite of home, where everything was carefully orchestrated. My father built his entire world on image. Every public appearance, fundraiser, and family photo was staged like a campaign ad.

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Down & Dirty – Zeke (Dirty Angels MC – Next Gen #1) Read Online Jeanne St. James http://www.xoxobooks.com/down-dirty-zeke-dirty-angels-mc-next-gen-1-read-online-jeanne-st-james Thu, 14 May 2026 07:47:11 +0000 http://www.xoxobooks.com/down-dirty-zeke-dirty-angels-mc-next-gen-1-read-online-jeanne-st-james Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Insta-Love, MC Authors: Jeanne St. James Series: Dirty Angels MC - Next Gen Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)

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Like father, like son? Not even close.

Following his old man’s legacy as president of the Dirty Angels MC, Zeke Jamison has large boots to fill—and that hasn’t been easy. While he may look like he could've been his father’s twin, the way he runs the club and his life is far from similar. He prefers to do his own thing, run the club his way, and not necessarily the way his father ran it for decades.

That said, one way he’s followed in his biker father’s footsteps is by being incarcerated.
But unlike his old man, every time Zeke has landed in a concrete box it has been due to his own actions, not because he'd been falsely accused. His road name is Trouble for a reason, and every day spent inside was rightly earned.

But he’s determined to be done with that, especially after the only woman he’s ever cared about unexpectedly walks back into his life. The woman who ghosted him after he screwed up big time. Only, she’s not happy to see him because she’s not alone and that changes everything. Especially when an unforeseen threat arrives at the club’s door.

Down & Zeke is the first book in the Dirty Angels Next Gen series, a spin-off of the original DAMC. It’s highly recommended to read this series in order because of ongoing plot threads. As always, each couple gets their own HEA.
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Tropes: motorcycle club, action/adventure, second chance, redemption, brotherhood, alpha male

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Glossary of Terms

Sled - Slang for a motorcycle

Cage - Slang for a vehicle with four wheels instead of two

Strange/Randoms - Sexual partners who are strangers/random people

Bid - Prison term

Screw - Correctional officer/prison guard

SCI - State Correctional Institution

Sweet butt - A club girl. They hang around the MC and service the patched members in different ways

House mouse - Normally a young woman who lives with a member for free in exchange for cleaning and keeping up his house

Ol’ lady - A woman considered property of a club member, similar to wife or girlfriend

Scratch - Money

OG - Old Guard - The older DAMC members

Backpack - Passenger on the back of a motorcycle

DAMC - Dirty Angels MC (Angels)

BFMC - Blood Fury MC (Fury)

BAMC - Blue Avengers MC

DKMC - Dark Knights MC (Knights)

AFMC - Angels of Fury MC

The DAMC Family Lineage

You can download this list from my website here: https://jeannestjamesauthor.com/products/damc-lineage

THE JAMISONS:

Zeke (Trouble) & Zane Jamison (Chill) – Zak Jamison & Sophie’s sons

Hudson (Wheels) & Sawyer Stone (Jigsaw) – Slade Stone & Diamond’s (formerly Jamison) sons

Adrianna & Gage Lincoln – Andrew Lincoln (Linc) & Jayde’s (formerly Jamison) daughter & son

Liam & Laney Jamison – Axel Jamison (Blue Avengers MC) & Bella’s (formerly Dougherty) twin son & daughter

Alexis (Lexi) & Avery Jamison – Jag Jamison & Ivy’s (formerly Dougherty) daughters

THE DOUGHERTYS: (pronounced dock-erty)

Violet, Indigo, & Scarlet Dougherty – Diesel Dougherty & Jewel’s (formerly Jamison) daughters

Ashton (Rage) Dougherty – Hawk Dougherty & Kiki’s son

Patrick (Trick) Dougherty – Dex Dougherty & Brooke’s son

Chance (Ghost) & Boone Ryder – Ryder (Shadow) & Kelsea’s (formerly Dougherty) sons

OTHERS:

Cait Moore, Lily & Emmalee Tate – Dawg & Emma’s daughters

Phoenix (Nix) & Lyric Alexander– Crow & Jazz’s son & daughter

Asia & Caleb Moore – Magnum (Dark Knights MC) & Cait’s daughter & son

Beck & Brielle Cross-Nash - Nash & Cross’s adopted twin son & daughter

Jacob (JJ/Jagoff/Joker) & Gabrielle (Gabi) McKay - Crash & Liz’s son & adopted daughter

Jordyn & Sydney Briggs – Brick (Shadow) & Londyn’s twins

Piper Sterling – Steel (Shadow) & Kat’s daughter

Tyler & Taylor Walker – Walker (Shadow) & Ellie’s son & daughter

Leo (Grim), Cruz & Dakota Delgado - Hunter (Shadow) & Frankie’s sons & daughter

Grizz & Mama Bear - deceased – Jazz’s grandparents

Ace Dougherty - deceased – married to Janice (deceased) - Hawk & Diesel’s father

Allie Dougherty – deceased - Ivy, Dex & Bella’s mother, Ace’s & Annie’s sister

Annie Dougherty – deceased – Kelsea’s mother

“Doc” Dougherty – deceased - DAMC Founder – Ace, Allie & Annie’s father

Rocky Jamison – deceased - married to Ruby (deceased) – Jewel, Diamond & Jag’s father

Bear Jamison – deceased - DAMC Founder – Mitch & Rocky’s father

Mitch Jamison – deceased - married to April - Zak, Axel & Jayde’s father

Next Gen Character List

Note: This list will be updated after each book in the series

CLUB OFFICERS:

President - Trouble - Zeke Jamison

Vice President - Chill - Zane Jamison – Co-manager at Shadow Valley Pawn

Sgt at Arms/Enforcer - Rage – Ashton Dougherty – Manager at Heaven’s Angels Gentlemen’s club

Treasurer - Cruz Delgado – Works at Shadow Valley Gun Shop & Range

Secretary – Chaos - Beck Cross-Nash – Works at The Iron Horse Roadhouse

Road Captain - Wheels - Hudson Stone – Works at Shadow Valley Body Shop & Towing

OTHER CLUB MEMBERS:

Nix – Phoenix Alexander

Trick – Patrick Dougherty

Gage - Gage Lincoln

Jigsaw – Sawyer Stone – Works at Shadow Valley Fitness

Hook – Carver Hanson - Tow truck driver at Shadow Valley Body Shop & Towing

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Punished by the Policeman – Forbidden Authority Read Online Jenna Rose http://www.xoxobooks.com/punished-read-online-the-policeman-forbidden-authority-read-online-jenna-rose Thu, 14 May 2026 07:45:17 +0000 http://www.xoxobooks.com/punished-read-online-the-policeman-forbidden-authority-read-online-jenna-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Jenna Rose Advertisement

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

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

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

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GARETH

I’m starting to go numb.

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

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

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

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

What a waste of my time.

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

No thanks.

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

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

A girl’s gorgeous face, speeding past me.

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

Who are you, angel?

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

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

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

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

Who are you, angel?

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

What the hell is happening to me?

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

But what if she isn’t?

I grit my teeth and exit the car.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pull it together. Maintain.

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

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

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

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

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The Rancher Kissed the Wrong Girl – Billionaires of Evergreen Texas Read Online Marian Tee http://www.xoxobooks.com/the-rancher-kissed-the-wrong-girl-billionaires-of-evergreen-texas-read-online-marian-tee Thu, 14 May 2026 07:45:09 +0000 http://www.xoxobooks.com/the-rancher-kissed-the-wrong-girl-billionaires-of-evergreen-texas-read-online-marian-tee Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Insta-Love Authors: Marian Tee Advertisement

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Once upon a time, there was this idiot who didn't believe in happy-ever-afters. So she pretended to kiss a frog to make a prince jealous. She was hoping it would make the prince claim her, but instead he walked away.

That idiot...was not me.

Well, okay, it was me, and the prince isn't actually a prince, but like, a billionaire who’s princely?

Anyway, the point is, God's given me a chance to un-idiot myself, and now that Arkane Young is back in my life—

I muster the courage to wear my heart on my sleeve, letting him know I'm just an ordinary girl standing in front of a not-so-ordinary rancher, asking him to love her.

...

News flash #1: it didn't work—

Because news flash #2: there's another girl standing in front of the same boy, asking him to love her, too

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Part One

Her by JVKE

Chapter One

MOM: Jose wants me to go to Mexico with him and I just HAD to say yes lol. But dont worry I already made arrangements for the summer ok?

Huh.

That’s new. The only times my mom makes plans in advance are when she asks me what I want for dinner, and it’s usually a choice between two types of leftovers.

I sit up straighter on my bed and scroll down, already bracing myself. The dorm room is quiet around me. Unusually so, since Cami left yesterday with two rolling suitcases and a boyfriend who drove up from New York in a Porsche to collect her. Which means I’m alone for the first time all semester in a room that is approximately 80% Cami, 15% communal, and 5% me.

It’s not hard to tell which 5% is mine. My side of the room is a narrow strip of bed, desk, and closet, the closet being a plywood box with a metal rod that wobbles every time you hang anything on it. The only personal touch is a laundry schedule I printed out during orientation week and stuck to the wall with a single piece of tape that’s been slowly losing its grip since October.

Cami’s side, on the other hand, looks like a boutique had a baby with a Pinterest board. Shopping bags from stores I’ve never set foot in are stacked three deep beside her dresser. Her vanity mirror is framed with photos of her and various boyfriends, all of whom are terribly rich and even more terribly good-looking. She also cheerfully admits to cycling through them with the efficiency of someone who treats dating the way most people treat subscription services. Some are just good for a three-day deal, to be revisited only when they offer something hot and new.

Cami’s clothes take up not just her closet but half of mine. No beef, though; she very cheerfully offered to pay rent for additional space after seeing what little I had, and I was just as cheerful in accepting. We may be polar opposites, my roommate and I, but our friendship is also proof that honesty when negotiating is everything.

Everything that I know about Cami is something she’s admitted herself. My mom, she’s just as honest. But whereas Cami’s comes off as charmingly self-aware, my mom’s version of being true to one’s self is the kind that forces everyone around her to be the adult—and her own kids are no exception.

Case in point: this message of hers that has me taking deep, calm breaths with every line I read.

Mom: I texted Icelle—

Oh God, here we go again.

Mom: and she said you can totally stay with her fam for the summer!! You guys can just ride back together when school starts. It’s going to be SO fun!!!

Three exclamation marks. My mother only uses three exclamation marks when she’s already mentally on the plane to wherever her latest boyfriend is taking her and she needs me to not make a fuss about being left behind.

I lower my phone to my lap and stare at the wall across from me. There’s a hairline crack that runs from the ceiling down to the light switch, and I’ve been tracing it with my eyes since freshman orientation, imagining it as a tiny fault line that will one day split the building in half and swallow this room and everything in it, which, in my case, would amount to one suitcase’s worth of stuff and a laundry schedule. Cami’s side would probably survive. Her faux-fur throw alone has enough structural integrity to shield a small village.

Why do I even try? Why try making friends when there’s always my own mother to scare them all away? And the worst thing about it is that she never sees anything wrong in what she does. Like the time she called Daphne to ask if we were friends, and when Daphne said yes, she then asked with zero shame if Daphne could ask her mom to pay for our rent because—

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Make Them Obey (Pretty Deadly Things #5) Read Online Logan Chance http://www.xoxobooks.com/make-them-obey-pretty-deadly-things-5-read-online-logan-chance Thu, 14 May 2026 07:42:56 +0000 http://www.xoxobooks.com/make-them-obey-pretty-deadly-things-5-read-online-logan-chance Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Authors: Logan Chance Series: Pretty Deadly Things Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 66
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)

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From USA Today bestseller Logan Chance comes a deliciously wicked dark romcom vigilante romance.

Poe Cameron doesn’t do obedience. He does revenge. But the mafia crime syndicate known as Goldenbell has his sister.

Kidnapped. Hidden. Alive only as long as Poe follows orders. Betray his vigilante crew, feed the syndicate intel, play the loyal attack dog… or they kill his sister.

Now Poe's undercover inside a trafficking ring he’s desperate to destroy, walking a razor-thin line between saving his sister and burning the entire operation to the ground.

Then he meets her. Orchid Lin.

Goldenbell’s enforcer. The woman who makes grown men obey with a smile and a threat. She doesn’t trust Poe, so she keeps him on a leash… in a safehouse with one bed and nowhere to run.

She wants him broken. Trained. Controlled.

Poe wants to bring Goldenbell down.

And if falling for the enemy is what it takes to make them obey?

So be it. He’ll obey long enough to get close, then he’ll make Goldenbell choke on every order they ever gave him.

*Make Them Obey is a high-heat, high-stakes dark romcom packed with forced proximity, one bed, vigilante justice, savage banter, and a hero who’ll burn the world down to save his sister

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ONE

POE

The first time I hear my sister cry through a cheap burner phone, everything inside me just... stops.

The world keeps spinning like an asshole. Traffic hisses past the hospital windows, tires slicing through puddles from the earlier rain. The elevator dings somewhere behind me, cheerful and oblivious. The heart monitor on the gurney I stole beeps steady, like it's mocking me for playing monster tonight.

I’ve kidnapped someone because they’ve kidnapped my sister. It’s fair in my eyes.

The noise in my head—the constant stream of code, exit routes, contingency plans, all the bullshit that keeps me one step ahead—snaps off like someone yanked the plug. Because that sound? Enley's voice cracking on the other end? That's real. That's the only thing that matters right now.

“Poe,” she whispers, and it’s all wrong. Too thin. Too careful. Like she’s learned exactly how much air she’s allowed to use in whatever hellhole they’ve got her in.

My knuckles go white around the gurney handle. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, turning everything into harsh edges and sick yellow tones.

“Enley,” I say back, keeping my voice low and even. Control. That’s all I’ve got left, so I wrap it around me like armor.

A man laughs on the line. It’s this quiet, confident rumble that says he doesn’t need to yell to own the room. “Sweet,” he drawls. “You can still do gentle. That’s nice.”

My stomach twists hard, like someone jammed a fist in there and squeezed.

The phone feels slick against my ear, sweat making the cheap plastic slip. I keep pushing the gurney down this service corridor I have zero business being in, wheels squeaking softly. A big red sign screams AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Yeah, well, fuck that. I’m not authorized for jack shit tonight.

Tonight I’m a thief.

Tonight I’m a traitor to the only people who’ve ever had my back.

Tonight I’m whatever these bastards need me to be if it means Enley walks out of this alive.

“What do you want?” I ask, forcing the words out calm even though my pulse is hammering like a drum solo.

“Don’t act brand new,” the voice snaps back, lazy but sharp underneath. “You know exactly what we want. You already started the game.”

I glance down at the guy strapped to the gurney. Salem Bloom’s estranged father. Arthur Charles. He looks like hell—gray around the mouth, bruises blooming purple and black across his face, sedated to the gills but still breathing. One of the IV lines swings gently with every push. The hospital bracelet on his wrist catches the light, mocking me with his real name.

I hate this part. The part where I have to treat innocent people like chess pieces. Where I have to drag some poor bastard into my mess because Goldenbell decided he’s useful.

A door swings open at the end of the corridor. A tired-looking nurse steps out, chart in hand, eyes half-closed like she’s running on fumes and bad coffee. I angle the gurney quick into a shadowed alcove, tucking myself behind a big linen cart. My heart gives one hard thud, reminding me I’m still breathing.

She doesn’t spot me. Just walks past, shoes squeaking on the tile. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“What did you do to her?” I whisper into the phone, rage and fear mixing into something ugly in my chest.

The guy sighs like I’m the most exhausting thing he’s dealt with all week. “Nothing she didn’t earn. Nothing she won’t survive. That part’s up to you, Poe.”

Enley makes this tiny sound in the background—like she’s biting back a sob, trying so hard not to make noise. It guts me.

My jaw locks so tight my teeth ache. “Let me talk to her. Now.”

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The Mountain Ranger’s Obsession Read Online Aria Cole http://www.xoxobooks.com/the-mountain-rangers-obsession-read-online-aria-cole Thu, 14 May 2026 07:42:53 +0000 http://www.xoxobooks.com/the-mountain-rangers-obsession-read-online-aria-cole Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Authors: Aria Cole Advertisement

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She ran to the mountain to disappear. He was already watching. When Maddie finds a photograph of herself sitting on her porch–taken from the woods–she knows one thing: she’s not safe and whoever is watching her… is getting closer. Desperate and out of options, she makes the most reckless decision of her life. She answers a listing she was never meant to find. Bride wanted. Protection offered. Discretion guaranteed. Ethan Cole is exactly what the rumors say–reclusive, dangerous, and completely off-limits. A mountain ranger who doesn’t ask questions… he gives orders. His rules are simple: Stay on his land. Do exactly what he says. And pretend to be his wife. It’s supposed to be temporary. A deal. A way to survive. But the longer Maddie is trapped in his cabin, the more she realizes the real danger might not be the man stalking her… It might be the one protecting her. Because Ethan doesn’t just watch. He claims. And once he decides she’s his? There’s no walking away

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Chapter 1

Maddie

The tires crunch over gravel as I ease the Jeep to a stop in front of the cabin, the engine ticking as it cools in the thin mountain air. Devil’s Peak rises around me like it’s alive—towering evergreens, jagged slopes, shadows stretching long in the late afternoon light. It’s exactly what I came for.

Wild. Untouched. Mine.

I grip the steering wheel for a second longer than I need to, letting the quiet settle. No traffic. No voices. No reminders of everything I left behind.

Just me.

“Fresh start,” I murmur, pushing the door open.

Cold air bites at my cheeks as I step out, boots hitting the ground. The scent of pine and damp earth wraps around me, sharp and clean. My chest expands with a slow breath, something in me loosening for the first time in months.

Yeah. This is right.

The cabin sits tucked between a cluster of trees, rustic but solid. Weathered wood. Wide porch. A place that looks like it’s seen storms and survived them.

I can work here.

I pop the trunk and haul out my gear—camera bag, tripod, duffel. The weight of it grounds me, familiar and steady. This is what I know. What I trust.

Through the lens, everything makes sense.

Without it?

Stillness. Too still.

My gaze flicks to the tree line. I shake it off and slam the trunk shut harder than necessary. “Get a grip, Maddie.”

It’s just quiet. You wanted quiet.

I climb the steps to the porch, the boards creaking under my weight. The key is exactly where the rental message said it would be—tucked under a loose plank near the door. I grab it, unlock the cabin, and step inside.

Dim light filters through the windows, dust motes floating in the air. It smells like woodsmoke and old cedar. Simple. Clean. Safe.

I drop my bag by the door and move through the space, checking each room out of habit. Living area. Kitchen. Small bedroom. Bathroom.

No surprises.

“Good,” I mutter, exhaling.

I head back outside, grabbing the rest of my gear. The sun is dipping lower now, casting long shadows through the trees. The light is perfect—golden, soft, the kind photographers chase across continents.

And it’s right here.

I sling my camera around my neck, adjusting the strap as I step off the porch and into the clearing. The forest hums quietly around me—wind threading through branches, distant birdcalls, something rustling deeper in the underbrush.

My pulse ticks up, just slightly.

Excitement. That’s all it is.

I lift the camera, bringing it to my eye, scanning the tree line. Light filters through the branches in broken patterns, dancing across the forest floor. I take a few test shots, adjusting the focus, the aperture.

Click. Click. Click.

The rhythm steadies me. This is why I’m here.

I move farther out, drawn by the light cutting through a cluster of pines. The ground dips slightly, uneven beneath my boots, and I adjust my footing automatically.

“Careful,” I mutter to myself.

The forest feels… thicker here.

Quieter.

I lower the camera slowly, my gaze sweeping the area. The hairs on the back of my neck lift, a prickle of awareness sliding down my spine.

Someone’s watching.

The thought hits fast and sharp.

I turn, scanning behind me.

Nothing.

Just trees. Shadows. Wind.

My jaw tightens. “You’re fine.”

I force a breath out and bring the camera back up, snapping another shot just to prove I can. The click sounds too loud now, breaking the silence in a way that makes my skin tighten.

I don’t like that.

I lower the camera again.

“Okay. That’s enough for today.”

I turn back toward the cabin, my pace a little faster than before. My boots crunch against the dirt and scattered pine needles, the sound grounding but not enough to shake the feeling crawling under my skin.

I don’t run.

I don’t panic.

But I don’t linger either.

The cabin comes into view, solid and familiar, and some of the tension bleeds out of my shoulders. I take the steps two at a time, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

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Note to falling for the boss is complicated.

Sierra

Taking a job as a live-in housekeeper at the sprawling Stone Hawke Ranch in Texas was supposed to be a simple fresh start. I certainly didn’t plan on my new boss, Rogan Hawke, being a rugged, ridiculously handsome cowboy who makes my knees weak.

There’s just one he’s infuriating.

Instead of actually having a conversation with me, the man communicates entirely through annoying, bossy chore notes scattered around the house. Finally, I’ve had enough. In a moment of sheer frustration, I leave a blistering, snarky reply right on his pillow.

I expected him to fire me. I definitely didn't expect his next note to be blush-inducing.

Rogan

When my assistant hired a new housekeeper, I was expecting a sweet grandmother type. But I got Sierra Spencer.

Curvy, gorgeous, and armed with enough sass to bring a man to his knees, one look at her and I completely lose my mind. Actually, I lose my ability to speak, too. Every time she’s in the room, my brain short-circuits and I get so tongue-tied I have to flee. My brilliant solution? Avoid her at all costs and leave lists of chores so the house keeps running.

But when I find her sarcastic, fiery note waiting for me on my pillow, the last thread of my restraint snaps. I realize there is absolutely no way I can fight my feelings for her anymore. If my beautiful housekeeper wants to pass notes, we can pass notes. But from now on, I’m telling her exactly what I want to do to her.

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

SIERRA

I can’t believe this is my life now. Driving through a dead-quiet stretch of nothingness while dust curls in the rearview, the horizon stretches out. It’s just an endless, indifferent line waiting to swallow me whole. And for what? A job. I’m actually on my way to a secluded ranch, chasing a paycheck and the promise of free room and board. God. What was I thinking, saying yes? The numbers were too good to pass up, I guess. Big money, every week, like bait on a hook. Now here I am, caught and rattling down a road to nowhere.

My 2007 Corolla, which has more attitude than horsepower, jolts down the last mile of dirt road, the shocks complaining in protest with every rut and washboard. My entire life is compressed into three boxes, two suitcases, and a laundry basket whose cracked handle digs into my palm every time I move it. Not glamorous, not impressive. But it is what it is.

“You’ve got this, Sierra,” I mutter, grabbing at the overhead visor for a quick mirror check. Ouch. Humidity is definitely not my friend, and there is very little my messy bun can do to corral my wild curls.

The sky is Texas blue—the kind of blue you see splashed all over postcards, sky so clear it almost doesn’t look real. On both sides of the driveway, the fields glow yellow-gold, shimmering and scorched. Here and there, a fence post droops at an angle, warped by years of sun and wind. Everything looks bleached out, like someone took an eraser to all the shadows. I make myself inhale, slow and steady.

My GPS’s English accent cuts through my trance, telling me to turn right at the next road. I pull onto the long, tree-lined road and hold my breath. It’s too late to turn back, I tell myself as I drive down the driveway that keeps going, winding up to this absolute monster of a ranch house. Not gonna lie, I half expected a creepy set from a vintage western, complete with peeling paint and one sad, rusty windmill groaning in the wind. Instead, Stone Hawke Ranch is, well… kind of a dream. Big wraparound porch with rocking chairs straight out of a country music video. Porch swing. There’s a ridiculous view across the valley, just acres upon acres of gold grass and shadowy green live oaks.

My car coughs and shudders when I kill the engine. I sit for a second, catching my breath and fighting the urge to bail. Or maybe just drive until I hit the next town, take my chances. Except the money was too damn good, and honestly? I need this. My bank account has been rapidly approaching rock bottom for weeks, and I try not to do the math on what happens if this doesn’t pan out. It isn’t pretty. Honestly, at this point, even a haunted house gig would tempt me as long as the bathroom works and their checks clear.

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