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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 84344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)

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USA Today Bestselling Author, Dani René, brings you a brand new dark and steamy reverse harem romance which is part of the Twisted Legends Collection! A new persona. A new life. But none of that would save me from them. The Fallen are ruthless, demanding, and vicious, and they want me. I thought I could hide from my past, but they know who I am, what I am. They want vengeance. And they will take it, no matter what. They see me as pure, innocent, and they want to tarnish that veneer. But what they don’t know is that I have darkness clawing its way out of me. For so long, I try to hide it. I'm afraid of it, but when my three captors recognize the shadows lurking in my soul, I know it’s too late. I am their captive. They’re merciless, ruthless, and violent. The Fallen have stolen me, but there is a far worse evil lurking outside, watching. It’s waiting for me. The question is — Will these three men save me, or watch my demise?
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Chapter 1

Dylan

I sit on the bench, catching my breath after my last shift on the ice, but my eyes never leave the puck. We’re all exhausted—triple overtime with over one hundred minutes on the ice—but our back is to the wall. If we lose this game, we are out of the playoffs. My whole body feels like it’s one big ball of nerves. There is so much I want to do on the ice, but I can’t do anything. The roar of twenty-two thousand people makes it almost deafening, the white towels flinging into the air as they chant, ole ole ole ole.

The first round in the playoffs is interesting, to say the least. Everyone wants to win the games, but what no one points out is playoff hockey is on a whole other level. You can’t just go out there and play like it’s just another game because it’s not. Everyone is ready to battle to hoist that Stanley Cup over their head. It’s every single player’s dream.

I can see the play happen in my head before it plays out right in front of my eyes. The trip-up in the neutral zone. The tape-to-tape pass, and then the defenseman is sliding in front of the shot and taking it to the net. It’s almost like in slow motion as the puck flies over my goalie. The red light behind the goal illuminates, and all I can do is look down at my skates. The echoing of my heartbeats in my chest as the bench beside me empties, and all I can do is look down the ice at the other team celebrating. “Motherfucker,” I say, defeated, and then the feeling of anger fills me. Every fucking year it’s the same fucking thing. I also know that there is at least one camera that is pointed at me, waiting for my reaction.

Someone slaps my shoulder, and I throw my legs over the bench to get up and skate on the ice toward the goalie. Putting my helmet to his. “Nothing you can do, buddy. We let you down,” I say even though, if truth be told, everyone is to blame with this one. Up by three and the lead gets blown again for the second game in a row. Losing in your building has to be the worst feeling that you can ever have. The boos sound, the brooms being thrown on the ice because we just got swept by the last-place team. The. Last. Place. Team.

I skate to the middle of the ice as we line up to congratulate the other team. I don’t even know what is being said because all I can hear in my head is what the announcer is going to say.

Montreal blows another lead to be swept in the playoffs. For yet another year.

I skate to the middle of the ice for the last time this season and hold up my stick to thank the fans for coming. At the same time, I silently tell them I’m sorry for letting them down. Skating back to the bench, I walk back into our locker room. No one says anything as they sit down and undress. So much is going through my mind on my end, but the only thing that sticks out is disappointment in myself. In my game. In my team. In fucking everything.

“Dylan,” the coach says, and my head lifts up to look at him. “You’re up for interviews.”

I shake my head, knowing the shitstorm that will come my way. I slip out of my gear, grabbing my sport shorts and a T-shirt. “I’m not going out there alone.” I look at the coach. “If I do, I’m not going to be diplomatic about anything, and I’ll take one question.”

I think he can see from my demeanor and my tone that I’m not fucking around, not tonight. He just nods at me. “Leo,” he calls my assistant captain, who looks like he was crying. “Get out there with him.”

“Why the fuck do we have to give interviews after losing a series?” He stands up, asking exactly what I was thinking. “Like what can we possibly say?” He puts on his shorts and a hoodie, putting the hood up. “Does this say don’t fuck with me?” he asks me as we walk toward the press room.

I shake my head, and a soft smile comes out. “Definitely looks thug life.” I turn and walk into the press room. The long table has a black tablecloth over it with the backdrop of “Stanley Cup Playoffs” all over it, mocking me.

Ten reporters are sitting there. Some are with notepads but most with their phone in their hand as they wait for us. I don’t make any eye contact as I sit in the chair next to Leo.

The first question is for me. “Dylan,” the guy says, and I put one elbow on the table while one holds my chin. “I don’t know how to ask this,” he says, and I’m already irritated. “What happened? You had full control of the whole game, and you guys lose it in the last minute of the third period.”

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Only One Love (Only One #7) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.xoxobooks.com/only-one-love-only-one-7-read-online-natasha-madison Thu, 03 Mar 2022 16:17:23 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/only-one-love-only-one-7-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Only One Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)

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From USA TODAY bestselling author Natasha Madison comes a brand new stand alone sports romance. The seventh installment of the Only One Series. A spin off from the Something So Series and This is Series Wilson I was the bad boy on and off the ice. I loved it — owned it. Hockey. Women. Money. Until she came into the picture. Now, all I want to do is be better. I want to prove to myself I don’t have to be the guy everyone thinks I am. She knocked down the walls I spent my whole life building. Franny My last name opened the doors, but proving I was worth the title of TV producer took all of my time. He walked in with a chip on his shoulder. I was happy to point out all his flaws. Falling for him was inevitable. When scandal hits, no one expected me to stand by his side. Not even him. But I’ve learned that you get only one love.
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Chapter 1

Frances

The phone rings as soon as I sit down in the car. "Hello." With a huff, I answer it after just one ring as I put my bag on the passenger seat.

"How are you already done with your workout?" my sister mumbles, and I can hear the rustling of covers coming from her end of the line.

"I couldn’t sleep," I answer, "so I figured I’d start the day early."

"It’s the ass crack of dawn." Her voice sounds far away, so I know she’s under the covers.

I laugh, pulling out of my driveway. "You know what they say." I have to roll my lips, knowing how much she hates this saying. "The early bird catches the worm."

"No one says that," she groans. "Let me take that back. No one under sixty says that."

I shake my head, laughing. "I’m an old soul."

"I’ve seen your soul. There is not much there, and what is there isn’t old."

"Aw, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me," I joke.

"But seriously," she says, and I can hear her moving. "It’s six o’clock."

"I have that big meeting today," I remind her. "And I want to make sure I’m ready."

"You were born ready." She tries to give me a pep talk.

"You weren’t there yesterday," I tell her. "Do you know how many times one of the men said ‘yes, dear’?” It’s my turn to groan. “Like, I’m not your fucking dear.”

“Did you answer them like that?” She laughs while she asks, and I can hear a cupboard door slam. “Because if you didn’t, maybe you should.”

“No, God no.” I pull into the line at Starbucks and order my drink. “Can you imagine what they would have said?”

“Yeah, they would have said don’t fuck with that one. She comes from New York.” We both laugh.

"It’s been two days." It’s still surreal that I have this job. When they came to me a month ago, I thought it was a joke. I was creating content for an online sports show, and even that was a fluke. I started creating the content for my high school and really enjoyed it, so I decided to pursue journalism. After I completed the internship at my grandfather’s media company, I knew the only reason I got a job was because of who I was. "They just have to get to know me. I figure we can have this meeting today, and they can see what I’m going to do."

"Or they expect you to bow down to them." I cringe at the thought. When Andrew Keeland came calling, I knew I had to take that leap. He loved what I did, and then he offered me my whole show, producing my own show. It was a dream come true, and I got it because of my skill and not who I was. So, I took the job without telling anyone or asking anyone’s advice. Jumped in with both feet without testing the water or even looking at it. Little did I know what I was walking into. You see, apparently, it’s a man’s world.

"Well, I’m not doing that," I say as I pull up to the office building. "They are going to have to pull me out kicking and screaming if they expect me to just cave."

"That’s my girl." I can hear her clapping her hands. I put the car in park and look out to see the sun starting to come up. "Now go get your fishing rod and get that fish."

I laugh. "No one ever says that." I grab my bag and my phone, changing it from Bluetooth to speaker, then turn back to grab my coffee. "Now, wish me luck."

"I’ll get a shovel, just in case," she jokes, and I laugh, putting the phone in my purse as I walk into the office building. I'm the only one here, and my nude pumps click on the tile floor as I make my way toward my office.

I take a deep breath when the elevator doors open, and the sun streams in from the windows. The big brown desk right in front of the doors sits empty since Tanya doesn't start until eight o’clock.

Turning to walk toward my office, which I moved into two days ago, I have all these flutters in my stomach. Looking around, I see I’m the first one in. I smile at myself, knowing that people will notice, and it means I have one check mark in my column. A column I’m the only one participating in.

Walking into my office, I toss my bag in one of the empty chairs that face the desk. Reaching over, I put my coffee cup on the desk while I slip off my black blazer. I must have changed my outfit five times this morning before finally settling for cream pants with a sheer white silk, short-sleeved shirt.

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Only One Mistake (Only One #6) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.xoxobooks.com/only-one-mistake-only-one-6-read-online-natasha-madison Fri, 07 Jan 2022 21:37:35 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/only-one-mistake-only-one-6-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Only One Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)

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From the Something So Series comes Michael Horton Being traded after fighting with your coach on air isn’t exactly a good look. With one mistake under my belt, I knew I needed to focus on the game, and nothing else. But everything changed when I went to pick up my nieces and came face to face with my very pregnant one-night stand from six months ago. Jillian Two pink lines changed all my plans. So did the guy I had a one-night stand with, a man who made me laugh and smile, a guy who I called to share my unexpected news with only to find out his number was no longer in service. Once more let down by the opposite sex I figured I was doing this on my own. Then one day I was staring into the eyes of the man I hated, the father of my baby. All it took is only one mistake to change everything
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Chapter 1

Michael

“We’ll be landing in twenty minutes,” the flight attendant announces. I just nod at her and look out the window at the clouds in the sky. My phone pings, and I look down and see it’s from The Hockey News desk.

Breaking News: Michael Horton has been traded to the Dallas Oilers.

I close my eyes without clicking to open the article. They aren’t going to tell me something I don’t already know. When I woke up this morning, I was a member of the Columbus team.

I didn’t have to read the news to know what was going around. I was getting text messages from my family asking me if I was okay.

I had been benched for the fourth night in a row. As the top sports news story, the spotlight was on me, and I hated every fucking second of it. It’s not like it was because I wasn’t producing on the ice.

No, it was all because my coach called me off the ice during the first period of a game against Montreal last week, and we got into a fight on camera. I knew I should have shut my mouth and just sat on the bench, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

It had been six months of his shit on and off the ice. It all started last year during the playoffs. I made a couple of plays he didn’t like. I fucked up on the ice by not producing, and then I gave up the puck in the neutral zone, and they ended up winning the game. He didn’t like it, and he would call me out during the press conferences. I knew he was right, so I didn’t say anything. I also knew I fucking hated being called out, but there was no way I would talk shit about my coach. So I waited for the summer to pass, and then at the beginning of the season, we had a meeting and said we would start fresh. I walked out of that meeting, hopeful it would stick.

He didn’t last one game before he was riding my ass, and last night’s game was the last straw for me. After benching me for four fucking games, he pulled me after one shift and sat me the rest of the game. I wasn’t going to play for him again.

My phone rings in my hand, and I look down and see it’s my father, Max. “Hey,” I say, letting out a huge sigh.

“If it isn’t the rebel of the family.” He laughs, and I shake my head and close my eyes. “How are you?” His voice goes low, and I can hear the worry in his tone. I knew he was trying to joke about it, but these past couple of weeks have been just as stressful for him.

“You okay?” His voice goes low. “You need anything?”

“I’m good. A little numb but it’ll be good.” It all happened so fucking fast. This morning, I called Erika, my agent, and then ten minutes later, I was being traded.

“Just say the word, and I’ll be there in three hours. Either way, I’ll be there this weekend.”

“No, I’m good.” But I’m not good. I’m the opposite of good. I hate that my name is being dragged through the mud.

“Uncle Matthew is there,” he says softly. “If you need him, you pick up the phone and call him.”

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Only One Regret (Only One #5) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.xoxobooks.com/only-one-regret-only-one-5-read-online-natasha-madison Thu, 21 Oct 2021 00:11:51 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/only-one-regret-only-one-5-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Only One Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)

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From USA Bestseller Natasha Madison comes a brand new Hockey series The Only One. Cooper My name came with big skates to fill. At the top of my game, I had everything I wanted, or so I thought. Being traded to Dallas was not what I was expecting but neither were the divorce papers I was served. Now I’m a single dad in a city that isn’t my home. Erika Handed my biggest client when I was twenty-two made my dreams come true. Over time, our work relationship changed, and we grew closer, leaning on each other for support. He was my rock, my best friend. Then one drunken night changed everything, and I saw what was in front of me all along. I just hope that when the dust settles, we won’t regret it.
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Chapter 1

Cooper

With a heavy heart, I pull up to the daycare. Putting a smile on my face, I look in the back seat at my girls. "You guys ready for school?" Looking at me with big smiles and crystal blue eyes that match mine, Emma and Mia, dressed in pink skirts and white tops, couldn’t be more princess if they tried. I’m hoping at least one of them might want to skate.

I get out of the SUV and open the back door to unbuckle Emma, who is four. "Sit tight until I unbuckle Mia," I instruct her as I slide my phone into the back pocket of my blue jeans.

"Okay, Daddy," her sweet voice says. Walking around the SUV, I open the passenger back door. Mia is trying to unbuckle herself, her patience very much like mine.

"Can I help?" I ask, and she looks up, nodding. She’s wearing her short strawberry-blonde hair in two tiny pigtails to be like her big sister. The only reason she is letting me help is that it gets her out.

I grab her in my arms, putting her on my hip, walking around the car for Emma. I pull open the door and hold out my hand. "Thank you, Daddy," she says, smiling up at me. I notice her pigtails are a little off, but at least I tried.

"I have to grab your bags." I walk to the passenger side and grab their pink backpacks. "Do you want to put them on and walk into school?" I have to ask because I made the mistake of assuming last week, and Mia was fit to be tied.

"I want that," Mia says, pointing at her bag. I look around, making sure no cars are coming before putting her down. I squat down in front of her and put the bag on her shoulders. "I’m a big girl, Daddy," she says with a huge smile, and all I can do is nod, swallowing over the lump stuck in my throat.

Emma grabs her bag and puts it on herself. I grab their hands as we walk into the daycare. Once I punch in the code to open the door, I hold up my hand to the secretary as I walk first to Mia’s class. "Give Daddy a kiss." I crouch down, and she comes into my arms. "I’ll see you in two days," I say. The ache in my heart is the same as when I knew I wouldn’t see them every day. I fight back the disappointment and pretend it’s fine, even though it’s not fine. Nothing about this is fine. I’m the first one in the family to get divorced, and it’s killing me.

"Okay, Daddy," Mia says, not understanding what any of this means. She walks in to her teacher and waves at me.

The routine with Emma is a little different. She clings to my side, and I squat down in front of her. "Give me a kiss." She wraps her arms around me. "I’ll FaceTime you tonight."

"Okay," she says softly. "Will you come tuck me in?"

Everything in me breaks. "Not tonight, honey, but in two days, you get to sleep over for five days." I try to be upbeat. "Now, give me another hug." She hugs me, and then her teacher comes to get her, and I watch her walk into the room. I peek into Mia’s class on the way out the front door. I make no eye contact with anyone as I head back to my SUV with my head hanging.

Once I get in, I take a deep breath, calling the one person who has been by my side since, well, forever.

"Good morning, sunshine," Erika says, and I can hear her moving around. I look at the clock and see that it’s just past eight, so I know she’s getting ready for work.

"Hey," I say, my voice low as I put my head back on the headrest. "I just dropped the girls off at daycare."

I hear her stop moving. "Are you okay?" she asks, knowing that I’m not. "Do you want me to come with you?" I close my eyes. She’s not only my agent but also my best friend. We’ve grown up together, and she knows me better than I know myself, which used to piss off Julianne.

"Nah," I say. "You have work."

"I can catch up later." I get a FaceTime notification and know that it’s her calling me. I accept the call and see her face fill the phone. Her long brown hair is tied on the top of her head as she sits cross-legged in the middle of her bed in a sports bra and yoga pants. Her cheeks are pink, so I know she just worked out, and she’s holding a protein shake in one hand.

"You look like shit," she blurts out, and I laugh. I bring the phone closer to me to see what she sees. In blue jeans and a T-shirt with a baseball hat, I’m in precisely what I wear on my days off. It hasn’t changed since I was sixteen, and it’s not going to change. Except for the addition of circles under my eyes since I didn’t sleep much last night.

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Only One Touch (Only One #4) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.xoxobooks.com/only-one-touch-only-one-4-read-online-natasha-madison Wed, 17 Feb 2021 09:50:10 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/only-one-touch-only-one-4-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Billionaire, Romance, Sports Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Only One Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)

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Nico When I inherited the Dallas Oilers from my father , I became one of the youngest owners in hockey history. Even though the team was at the bottom of the hockey standings, I had big plans to change that and bring the Cup to Dallas. Falling in love was something I never believed would happen to me. You’d think I was getting everything I ever wanted with the girl and the winning record, but I still have a promise to fulfill to my childhood best friend. Becca Never let them see you sweat has been my life motto since I decided to make a name for myself as the most-sought-after sport agent. I know what it takes to close a deal, and only want one thing—to be the best. Until I felt his touch one night, and everything I thought I knew was forgotten. Nico is everything I've never let myself want. But all my cards came crashing down the minute I read the headlines. It takes only one touch to change everything!
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Chapter 1

Becca

“Becca,” the male caller says when he answers the phone.

“Mr. Grant,” I say, tapping my Mont Blanc pen on my desk. I lean back in my office chair, looking out the window at the bright sun.

“You know shit is real when you call me Mr. Grant,” Matthew says, and I laugh.

Sitting up straight in my chair, I say, “I’m wearing a different hat today. Usually when I call you, it’s about making you pay more money.” Matthew is the general manager for the New York Stingers, and as a sports agent, I have a couple of clients on his team. He comes from hockey royalty, so it’s no surprise his son is following in his footsteps.

“How many hats do you wear?” he asks, and I have to smile. When it comes to my clients, I’ll wear any hat I have to in order to earn them as much money and make them as successful as I can.

“I can’t give away all my secrets.” I remain my cool, calm, and collected self. “Today, my hat is that of an agent requesting a sit-down with the future NHL leading top scorer.” Matthew listens without interrupting me because his son is the reason I’m calling. “I know Cooper will be drafted this year. He’ll probably be number one if everything stays the same.”

“Fingers crossed,” Matthew says, and I can only imagine what he’s going through as a parent not wanting his son to be compared to him. If anyone compared me to my mother, I think I would want the earth to swallow me up whole. “So what can I do for you, Becca?”

“I’m calling to see if you had time to meet with me. I’ll be in New York at the end of next week,” I say, looking at my calendar. I’ll be in New York for four days.

“Should I be worried?” he asks, chuckling. “Every time you come to town, my salary cap goes up.”

It’s my turn to chuckle. “Come on, Matthew. We’ve known each other a long time. I’ve never been unfair to you.”

“We can agree to disagree on this one,” he says, and I can hear he’s walking.

“Fair enough,” I say, “but with that said, I’d love to sit down with Cooper and go over things to see if we are a good fit.” He isn’t going to get better than me. I also don’t give him a chance to answer me. “I know that you want the best for Cooper, and bottom line, you have to admit”—I tap my perfectly manicured nail on the desk—“I’m the best.”

I’m not going to beat around the bush anymore with him. I’m the best sports agent out there. Sure, people will try to argue how good I am, but I have the facts, and I have the numbers. I represent the top twenty leading players on the ice, not counting the other thirty scattered around. I’ve been hustling since day one to become the top female sports agent in the game, and now I’ll fight to stay there.

He finally gives in. “I’ll check our schedule and let you know when we’re free.” I’m about to push for something more definite when he adds, “I’ll talk to Cooper tonight and see when is good for him and send you something.”

“Sounds like a plan. I look forward to meeting with you two,” I say, and we both hang up. I smile, knowing that the first step is getting them to the table to discuss what I can do for them. One thing I know how to do is sell myself.

Pulling my schedule out, I add him to the top of the list with a star to remind myself to reach out and give him a nudge if I don’t hear back soon.

My phone pings, reminding me of our weekly meeting in the conference room in five minutes. I start to collect my papers and walk out of my corner office. “Erika,” I say to my assistant, “you can leave early. Both of us don’t have to suffer by staying.”

“I just forwarded you the two emails we got this morning,” she says. “I’ll have my phone with me all weekend if something comes up.” I nod, knowing she’ll be ready to go regardless of what time I call her. She also has no idea I’m grooming her to become an agent. I know she has what it takes, and if she plays her cards right, she’ll kill it.

Nothing screams good mood like Friday at four o’clock. “Have a nice weekend,” I tell everyone who looks up at me as I walk toward the conference room.

I pass the receptionist, Tammy, who looks over at me and smiles. “Do you need anything, Becca?” she asks, and a smile fills my face.

“I would kill for a latte from Starbucks,” I say, and she nods. I’m sure she has it ordered even before I walk into the conference room with the TRI Star Sports Agency logo decorating the wall.

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Only One Night (Only One #3) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.xoxobooks.com/only-one-night-only-one-3-read-online-natasha-madison Sun, 10 Jan 2021 20:27:37 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/only-one-night-only-one-3-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Sports Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Only One Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 90
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)

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Manning As captain of the Dallas Oilers, I was their leader on and off the ice. From the outside, it looked like I had the perfect life. I didn’t. I was married to a woman who refused to give me a divorce. All she wanted was the status title, and all I wanted was to be set free. It was supposed to be just another event, except it took a turn I didn’t see coming. Evelyn Attending my best friend’s bachelorette party isn’t something I was looking forward to. But it’s strange what a couple of glasses of wine will do. It was one night, and I thought I would never see him again. Especially not coming face-to-face with him and his wife while picking up my nephew from hockey practice. All it takes is one kiss, one touch, one chance, and only one night.
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Chapter 1

Manning

“Push, push, push,” I say to my son, Jaxon, who skates beside me. Holding his hockey stick in his left hand, he skates around to the other side. He looks over at me and smirks when he gets around without falling this time. “Good.” He skates until we do three whole turns.

He stops by the bench where he put his water bottle when we got on the ice. Chest heaving, he takes off his glove and unsnaps his helmet to get a drink of water. I grab my own bottle and squirt some water in my mouth. “I’m going to set up the cones,” I tell him. “Then I want you to take the puck and zigzag through them.” When he nods, I feel my whole chest expand. This right here, this special time with him, is worth everything.

Unlike my son, who started skating as soon as we could get skates on him, I didn’t start skating until I was six. I would alternate between forward and defense and usually didn’t know which position I was playing until I was told which side of the bench to sit on at the start of the game. When I turned twelve, my father convinced me to stick to defense. It also helped that I was growing like a weed as well as honing my skating skills and increasing my speed. I grew five inches in one year and was already six foot two at fifteen. By the time I turned nineteen, I was six foot five. I wish I could say I was drafted number one overall, but I was drafted number forty-nine to Nashville.

Three years later, I finally made my NHL debut. That was also the year I met Murielle at an after-party. I wasn’t a big shot when we met, but as I started climbing the ladder and making a name for myself, the shy girl started to change. I don’t think I can pinpoint the exact time, but I knew the minute I saw it. She had just given birth to Jaxon and refused to let my parents stay in our house because I could “afford” to put them up in a hotel. That was the first fight we had, and it just went downhill from there. First, she hired a night nurse to get up with Jaxon if he would cry, then she hired a housekeeper. After that, it was a cook. And now, I can’t even tell you what she does all day. I also don’t care.

“We have another hour left,” I tell him. “I have an event to go to tonight.” He nods his head. My son looks just like me, which makes Murielle even happier. His blue eyes are exactly like mine, and his brown hair is just a touch lighter. “Just like his daddy,” she always says, making me cringe. I’ve spent the past four years trying to get her to divorce me. Four years of convincing her that we aren’t good for each other, and four years since I moved out of our bedroom. Four years of me living in hell. The only thing that keeps me from moving out completely is Jaxon.

For the next hour, he pushes himself harder, and when we walk out of the arena, he does it with a huge smile on his face. “I’m going to show Caleb my tricks tomorrow.” He gets into the back seat of the SUV, and I wait for him to buckle in before closing the door.

“You have practice tomorrow,” I tell him, and he nods. “Then you have a game next week, but I’m going to be on the road.” I hate missing his games, but when I’m home, I’m in the stands cheering him on. At first, it was rough because people would hound me for pictures and autographs, but I would just smile and decline. I was here for my son, and they always understood that. But then Murielle would push me to take pictures, and we would end up in another fight. A fight that would have to wait until Jaxon got on the bus before I laid into her. I would never fight with his mother in front of him. I never wanted him to feel like he had to choose one parent over the other. Sadly, I was the only one who thought like that.

“Can we have a boys’ night tomorrow?” he asks, and I smile at him.

“That sounds like a great plan,” I say as we pull up to our house. I park the SUV and then wait for him to get out. I always walk with my hand on his shoulder. We open the door, and the house is eerily quiet as we walk through the grand foyer to the kitchen, where he opens the double Sub-Zero fridge. He grabs an apple and then looks to see what the chef left for the day. The sound of the basement door opening causes me to look over, and I see Murielle walking up with her trainer. He doesn’t even make eye contact with me as he walks out of my house. Last year, I caught them going at it on the weight bench. I don’t know what she expected from me, but I can tell you what she didn’t like. She didn’t like me turning around and walking out of the room.

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Miller They called me the pretty boy on and off the ice. Hockey’s most eligible bachelor. When my teammate asked me to donate one date to his charity, I figured why not. Worst case, I’d spend the night with a fan. Best-case scenario, she would be hot. What I wasn’t expecting was for my dream girl to be the highest bidder. For years, she brushed me off, and now, I finally had a chance to take her out and show her who I really was. With only one shot at this, I really hoped I didn’t mess it up. Layla At the top of my career, I was riding the wave of my sports talk show having the best rating on the radio. I also made it a rule to never date any sports players. It was my one rule, and I was sticking to it until I bid on the only man who gets under my skin. All it takes is one touch, one night, one kiss, and only one chance.
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Chapter 1

Layla

“You look like fall,” Brian, my producer and sidekick, says as I walk by his office door.

Shaking my head, I laugh as we both walk down the hallway. “You look tired.”

“Well, I was up late editing the segment I aired this morning on women’s hockey growth in the US.” His dark hand runs through his hair. “You still look like fall, though.”

“What does that even mean?” I ask him, then look down at my outfit. “It’s blue jeans and a navy blue blazer.”

He shrugs his shoulders like any man who has no idea why he said what he said, but he did it anyway. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the brown purse.” I stop walking once I get to my office door. “Don’t forget we have the Oilers’ Manning and Miller coming in today to discuss the charity auction this weekend,” he says before walking off in the direction of the kitchen while I groan out loud.

“I hate Miller,” I grumble. Every time he’s mentioned, I automatically think back to the first time we met. It was my first week at the station, my afternoon sports radio show, Lay it on You, was on the air, and the radio station was having a fundraiser. He showed up to the event looking equally charming and arrogant clothed in dark jeans and a tight T-shirt. When we were introduced, he told me that he loved my show, especially my commentary on hockey as a sport, being as it was underrated in the South. I was super proud of those first few segments. He’d touched my arm gently and not at all creepy, and he actually made me laugh at a couple of jokes, which is hard to do. We were talking, he was flirting with me, and to be honest, I was flirting right back with him. I stepped away for a second to go to the bathroom, and I walked out to find him tongue fucking a blonde against the wall. Ever since then, I’ve taken him at exactly face value. ‘Make out with anyone literally all the time because you’re not special, Layla’ value.

Grabbing the handle to my office door, I open it, mumbling, “How could I forget Manwhore Miller?” The sun shines on the signed Dallas Oilers jersey I have framed in my office. It was from the All-Star game last winter. Framed pictures of some of my sports idols that I’ve taken fill the wall. I never expected to be a sports commentator; it happened by luck. When I applied for a job at the local college radio station, I thought they would put me to work on the marketing front, but instead, they had me calling the hockey games because the last announcer had quit that afternoon. It just stuck, and I fell in love with it. Hockey, sports, commentating—all of it.

Brian sticks his head into my office on his way to our recording booth. “Ready?” he asks. I nod my head, grabbing my stuff and following him down to where we do the show. He walks into his producer booth while I push open the door to where I sit. Two windows give the room a bit of light. I put my coffee and notes down on the table right next to the bottles of water there for my guests. Sitting in the chair in front of the microphone, I grab the earphone and put them on.

“Check the mic,” Brian tells me from where he’s standing in front of the soundboard.

“Check one, two. The XYZ TEAM sucks,” I say, looking at him. He nods his head, then laughs, pressing a couple of buttons on his side. I hear the commercials play as I get into the zone.

“Ten seconds,” Brian says, and this time, I nod at him as I watch the on air sign light up.

“Hey there, welcome to Lay it on You, the Layla Paterson show.” I smile every time I say those words.

When I started at the station, I was an intern, and then they gave me a shot, putting me on from midnight to four a.m. I thought it was going to be dead air, but I had assholes calling in all the time trying to one-up me, and I have to say I got their sports trivia questions right ninety-nine percent of the time. Well, more like ninety-five. Thank God for Google some nights.

The ratings had never been better for my slot. When the afternoon radio show host went away for vacation, they gave me his time slot for two weeks. It was like I was the queen of the castle. I went head-to-head with the men who called in. I went toe-to-toe with the other radio show hosts who didn’t want me to leave by the end of two weeks. When they finally gave me the afternoon spot, I was with them for ten years at that point.

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From USA Bestseller Natasha Madison comes a brand new Hockey series The Only One. Ralph Being traded to Dallas was a dream come true. I had everything I wanted, my game had never been better, and my wife was due to have our baby any day now. What could go wrong? Everything. I was now raising our baby on my own. After hockey practice and games, I didn't have time to sleep, let alone make sure my social media was up to par. I never thought I'd get a second chance at love. Candace When my hotshot brother was drafted in the NHL, he didn't have time to do his social media, so I took over for him. Little did I know it would become my career. My plate was full with over fifty NHL players, and I wasn't taking on any new clients. Yet when he showed up on my doorstep with the cutest little girl in the whole world, I couldn't say no. I was just helping, but it turned into more than that. He's the man I've been waiting for. All it takes is one touch, one night, one chance, and only one kiss.
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Chapter 1

Candace

“Aaron, please explain to me how you ended up ‘balls deep’ in the Stanley Cup?” You fucking idiot, I say in my head instead of out loud, pinching the bridge of my nose as I lean back in my chair.

I close my eyes as I listen to him. “Can.” He groans my nickname. “It was a private party. I’m allowed to be naked at my house. Fuck, I just won the Stanley Cup,” he snaps.

“There were over one hundred people there. Did you know all one hundred?” I ask but then don’t wait for an answer before I continue. “I wake up this morning to phone notifications through the roof, and then I open it, and there you are. Swinging your dick like you’re fucking Tarzan.”

“You looked at my dick?” He chuckles, and now it’s my turn to groan. “I always thought you liked me. But now that you see I’m a shower and a grower…?”

“Can you for one second shut up?” I ask, trying to stay professional by not telling him that I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole. “How do you want me to spin this?”

“How about you say that I was celebrating on my own private property, and that being said, I was having fun.” He almost groans out. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Actually,” I start. “It’s a huge deal, considering we spent the past year pushing you as a family man.”

“How do you think I got the family?” He laughs at his stupid joke, and I know that this conversation isn’t going nowhere.

“Auntie Can!” Hearing my name, I look up from my laptop toward the doorway and see my three-year-old niece, Zoey, running toward me. She climbs onto my lap, and I kiss her head as she leans forward to grab the pen next to my agenda. I reach for her book and open it so she can doodle on it.

I hang up with Aaron and look at my niece. “Don’t ever date hockey players,” I say and then hear my brother, Evan.

“Don’t ever date anyone,” he says, and I look over at him as he leans against the doorframe watching us. He and his wife, Zara, are in town from New York, visiting for the week. I’m in Dallas because Evan got drafted here when he was eighteen. When he turned twenty, his career really started to take off, so he began to work on his image and his branding, and that is where I as his little sister came into the picture. I took over his social media accounts, posting things each day, and the bigger he got on Twitter and Facebook, the more his jersey flew off the shelves. He brought me out to visit him, and the visit lasted longer than anyone expected. It started with him telling one person, and then the other person told another one, and I now manage the social media accounts of over fifty NHL players. I speak with each of them or their assistants once a month, and we go over everything they need. I also have a waitlist for the ones I can’t take on right now.

“What are you complaining about now?” Zara asks, hugging his waist. The story of the two of them is rather funny. She tweeted him, and before I had a chance to answer her, he agreed to be her plus one to crash her ex’s wedding. Well, I wasn’t the nicest person to her when she first came into the picture. To be completely honest with you, I was a bitch. I hated her before I’d even met her, but then I slowly got to know her. When he got traded to New York, he tried to get me to go with him, but my home was here in Dallas now. This is where I wanted to be.

“He’s complaining that Zoey can’t date,” I say, and she just shakes her head as I hug Zoey close to me. I kiss her head, and she looks up at me with big eyes and a huge smile.

“Did everything work out okay?” Zara asks, coming into my home office and sitting on my new loveseat. I smile when I look around because it’s decorated in my favorite color pink and everything I love from the throw pillows on the cream-colored couch to the furry pink leopard blanket that Zoey usually uses as a cape.

“I mean, define okay?” I say and then look down at Zoey who squirms in my lap to get down. Grabbing her pen and book, she walks over to the loveseat and climbs up next to Zara.

“I saw the video,” Zara says, looking down to make sure that Zoey doesn’t color on the cushion.

“You saw the video?” Evan asks in shock, coming in and scooting Zara over so he can sit next to her and pull her closer to him. “Why would you look at the video?”

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