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Jamie Knight – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com Mon, 13 Feb 2023 18:44:10 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.1 http://www.wownovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Jamie Knight – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com 32 32 Super Secret Baby Read Online Jamie Knight http://www.wownovels.com/super-secret-baread-online-read-online-jamie-knight Mon, 13 Feb 2023 18:42:11 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/super-secret-baread-online-read-online-jamie-knight Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Authors: Jamie Knight Advertisement

Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)

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This Valentine’s Day, he needs to keep his mind on the Big Game.
So how can I tell him he’s knocked up his best friend’s little sister?
I can’t believe I hooked up with my brother’s best friend Steve!
I’ve long had a crush on him but didn’t kiss him until my graduation party.
Unfortunately that also doubled as his going away party.
He’s been drafted by the NFL and is headed off to play football for them.
Meanwhile I’m starting college in a different city.
But it turns out I’ll be taking something of Steve’s with me.
Because over a month later, I find out I’m pregnant!
My brother is so livid about it that I don’t tell him Steve’s the father.
He already disapproved of my crush on him because he thinks he’s a player.
So I’m surprised as Steve shows up when the baby is born on Valentine’s Day.
He says he’s in love with me and wants to claim what’s his.
But we both know my brother will be having none of that.
He wants to be in my life for real, not just on the down low.
But are both of us ready to face super high stakes to make that happen?

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Chapter 1 – Bella

I can’t believe I’ve finally graduated from high school.

Sometimes it seemed like this day would never come, yet it did.

Now my brother Derek and I are at our house celebrating at my graduation party. We spent the whole day decorating and making everything look amazing. And our time and effort really paid off.

The house is crowded, and all our guests are partying and enjoying themselves. Derek and I stand by the refreshment table, each helping ourselves to something to drink. We decided to go all out on the party, so there's no shortage of beer, wine coolers, or snacks.

My brother gives me a one-armed hug.

"I'm so proud of you, little sis," he says, and walks away from the table with a drink in his hand as I call after him.

“Thanks!”

Now I’m just standing here looking at the crowd in awe as I admire the turnout. Everyone from school is here, as well as my brother Derek's best friend, Steve, of course.

What would this party be without Steve?

What would anything in my life be like without Steve, actually?

We've known him forever. Steve and Derek are the same age and they played football together in high school. Then they both went to state college together and play ball there, too.

Their football careers have been similar throughout their entire friendship.

The only difference between them— and it’s a pretty big one, and a brand new one— is that Steve just got drafted to play in the NFL, for the New York Leviathans team.

Since we’re so close, we decided that my graduation party would double as Steve's going away party.

Everyone's dancing and eating and talking and just enjoying themselves. I lose myself in my thoughts, though, as they turn towards Steve like they always end up doing no matter how many times I try to stop them.

We grew up together, the three of us, despite the two of them being older than I am. I never really thought of Steve as an older brother figure— in fact, just the opposite.

I always had a crush on him growing up. Even now, as I watch him standing in the crowd, talking to my brother, I can't help but admit to myself that I still have a big crush on him. He looks so handsome and suave tonight— even more than usual.

Everyone has dressed up a little for the party. I made sure to keep my outfit modest because I know how overprotective my brother is. He’s been more like a father to me than a brother, and although I appreciate his efforts to take care of me, I often wish he would realize I’ve grown up now and I can handle my own.

Eventually Steve drifts away and some of the girls at our party immediately start talking to him. I quickly look away.

This is all very typical, since he's so good looking. He’s also known to be charming, so it's easy to see why girls swoon over him. But still— I can’t help but get a bit jealous, even though I know I could never have him. My brother would kill him and probably lock me up in my room for life.

As the party rages on, everyone gradually gets tipsier and tipsier. My parents are the first to pass out drunk in the corner. That's also something that’s quite typical, sadly, and it’s a big part of the reason Derek has always had to step into a parental role in my life, even though he’s actually just my brother.

Suddenly my friend Janice rushes over to me.

"Oh, my gosh, this party is so great!" she exclaims loudly, as if we’re half a football field away from each other.

Clearly, she’s one of the tipsy guests. And she's going to be completely sloshed if she doesn't slow down on the drinks. She nearly falls over and so we both burst into laughter.

"Yes, it is. Can you really believe we're actually graduating?" I ask her, because I still feel a bit incredulous about it myself.

“Sure can!” she says. “Felt like it would never happen, so it’s about time!”

“That’s true.”

I nod, thinking about how weird it is that some things can sometimes feel like they take forever and also like they’re over so soon, all at the same time.

Janice pulls me into the crowd, and we start dancing with our drinks in our hands. I tell myself to stop brooding over Steve and feeling jealous. Tonight's all about having fun and celebrating.

After the song ends, I gulp the rest of my drink thirstily. Then I head back over to the table and pick up another wine cooler. Steve's there too, also getting a drink.

"Hey, you, congratulations!" he says.

I smile and blush a little at him.

"Oh, thanks," I reply shyly.

I open my drink and take a quick sip for courage. He leans over and gives me a quick hug. It wakes up all the feelings that I have for him again, as they all float back up to the surface. I feel like I literally have to fight them down.

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Super Cocky – Super in Love Read Online Jamie Knight http://www.wownovels.com/super-cocky-super-in-love-read-online-jamie-knight Wed, 02 Nov 2022 21:50:45 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/super-cocky-super-in-love-read-online-jamie-knight Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Authors: Jamie Knight Advertisement

Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80892 (not accurate)
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I’m used to tough opponents.
But gorgeous Joanne is giving me the cold shoulder.
When all I want to do is warm her up.

As a football player, women usually throw themselves at me.
But Joanne thinks I’m cocky and keeps her distance.
All because she’s mad I’m selling the flower shop she works at.
It’s just one of many things Dad left me when he passed.
And I want to get rid of it all because of bad memories.
Plus, who ever heard of an NFL player running a f*cking flower shop?
But Joanne wants me to keep it and I might have to give her her way.

I’m no stranger to taking risks.
But will I blow my plans wide open for Joanne?

Super Cocky is a HOT and LONG (over 75,000 words!) enemies to lovers bad boy football romance novel. It’s the eighth book in the Super in Love series which are standalone romances that share the same setting/team. It will warm your heart and melt your panties! Jamie Knight always promises to bring you a happily ever after filled with plenty of heat. And never any cheating or cliffhangers!

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Chapter One - Joanne

“Not bad,” I said out loud, taking a step back to admire my handiwork. “Not bad at all.”

The bouquet of tulips in front of me might not have seemed like much, but it was colorful and vibrant, and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at it. I’d carefully chosen every bloom, and each one was perfect—but all in different ways.

Some were still tightly closed, just waiting for the right amount of light and nourishment that would give them the chance to open up and become little works of art. Others were fully in bloom, bright red and soft pink and sunny yellow, each color distinct and unique but somehow still able to blend together beautifully. And then there were a few that were somewhere in between those two stages—not quite new buds but still hinting at the promise of what they would become.

Altogether, the effect was beautiful and mesmerizing, and I could’ve happily let myself get lost in the moment admiring it. That feeling—that giddy rush I always felt whenever I completed a bouquet—whenever I brought the vision in my mind’s eye to life—was something that would never get old, no matter how many times I experienced it over the years.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe and even more difficult to replicate, and in a job that didn’t have a lot of monetary perks, it was its own kind of bonus.

I looked up as the bell above the door jingled, still smiling from my little creative high.

That was another benefit to working customer service in a flower shop—even on demanding days, it was hard to be in a bad mood when I was surrounded by so much beauty.

And even with the more… difficult customers, I liked to think of it as a personal challenge to find an arrangement that was just right for their personality and specific event.

No matter what a person was going through—a birth, a graduation, a wedding, a death—flowers were there, providing hope and comfort and the promise of a new day. As far as I was concerned, the least I could do was spend the time to get it right.

It wasn’t a customer at the door this time, though, and my smile widened when I recognized my friend and coworker, Naomi, back from her afternoon deliveries.

“Looks like we made it through another day,” Naomi said, grinning as she plopped down onto the wobbly three-legged stool behind the counter. “Mrs. Linley said that arrangement of Shasta daisies with the Echinacea you did was the prettiest thing she’s seen in a long time.”

“That’s high praise coming from Mrs. Linley.”

I gave a wry smile as I recalled her constructive criticism of my first few arrangements. I’d come a long way in the six years since then, but she still kept me on my toes. I was pretty sure she enjoyed offering her opinion on the completed arrangement at least as much as she liked the actual flowers.

Probably more, if I was being honest.

Naomi shrugged and popped a piece of candy into her mouth. “She was even more talkative than normal this time. Asked how we’d been holding up for the past few weeks.”

My eyes tracked to the small dish of candy—old people candy, as Naomi liked to call it—and thought of Henry.

Having the candy on hand was one of the little things that Henry had always insisted on. The man had had a sweet tooth that was almost never satisfied, and he’d enjoyed sharing with whoever came through the door.

I wasn’t sure what I would do when the candy was gone. I wasn’t even sure where Henry had bought the little chewy squares with their orange and black wrappers. Still, I couldn’t imagine not having it on the counter anymore.

It wasn’t my decision to make, though. That was just one of the many details that would ultimately be up to Henry’s son once he finally showed up and took over.

Until then, I saw it as my responsibility to keep things running smoothly. I had to treat everything as if Henry had just stepped out to run some errands and might return any minute.

And if that thought gave me a little extra comfort in the days and weeks that had passed since Henry’s death, that wasn’t so bad, was it? These days, I would take whatever small amount of comfort life threw my way.

I cast a quick look back at the newly arranged bouquet of tulips, still sitting on the work table like a beacon of happiness. It might just be another little bit of comfort to get me through the afternoon, but it had still fulfilled its purpose. It had put a smile on my face.

“What did you tell Mrs. Linley?” I asked finally, pushing the candy dish out of the way with a look as Naomi reached for another piece. “Let’s maybe save some for the customers, hm?”

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My Uncle’s Secret Baby Read Online Jamie Knight http://www.wownovels.com/my-uncles-secret-baread-online-read-online-jamie-knight Sat, 18 Jun 2022 16:14:16 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/my-uncles-secret-baread-online-read-online-jamie-knight Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance, Taboo Authors: Jamie Knight Advertisement

Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 33557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)

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We really shouldn’t be doing this. But now we can’t seem to stop. My dad’s best friend saved me. He helped me out after my parents died. And I’ve always had a huge crush on him.I know it’s forbidden. But I can’t help myself. Especially when I find out he feels the same. It’s just one night. Until it turns into more. A whole lot more. Because soon a little pink plus sign shows up. It would ruin his life if I told him. And he helped make mine what it is. So I decide to keep it to myself. But he has a hunch. And he’s determined to claim what’s his… no matter what it takes.
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Chapter 1 - Susana

It's late in the morning. The sun blazes down. My feet pound in a steady rhythm on the pavement. I jog through the neighborhood, trying vainly to focus on my breathing. "In and out. Just in and out. Cleansing and calming." I repeat it in my head.

Why am I going through such efforts? It is the only thing that keeps my mind focused and free of the fantasies that I have been having lately. Normally, that's not such a big deal, but I have been fantasizing lately about someone that I shouldn't be.

Subconsciously, my mind drifts to him again. I take a deep breath and then exhale. I jog a little faster and think about something else. Like how I ended up at this point in my life. I'm a child without parents. How did that happen? Well, my father died just days before I was about to be born. It was a tragic car accident that took him. Obviously my mother was distraught. This stress aggravated her body and led to a dangerous and risky pregnancy. Naturally, this induced her labor. She went through with and gave birth to me, despite the warnings and health complications. Fortunately, I survived.

This story always depresses me. My mother didn't survive the birth. She was warned this would happen but still proceeded with it. It is obvious that she had given up at that point and chose that as her way out. After I was born I was entrusted to my aunt Edith. She is my mother's biological sister. She gave me so much love and support. She raised me as her own daughter, along with my three cousins. We were so close and grew up in a house filled with love. Honestly, I think of my cousins as my siblings and I know that they feel the same. It is a shared sentiment between us.

I can honestly say that I did not lack in love and affection growing up. I tell myself that every chance I get. Aunt Edith is still considered my mother, though I'm technically an orphan. She was the one who raised me and cared for me. I have to repeat that as my mantra. Deep down there will always be the pain of having never known my real parents. I only experience it if I allow myself to dwell on this subject for too long. That is something I try not to do. That is why I jog and try to keep busy. It is far too easy to get caught up in one's own head.

This next part of the story leads me back to my earlier fantasies. Did I have any other family members aside from my aunt and cousins? Yes I did. 'My uncle mikah.' As far back as I can remember he would always come and visit me. 'Uncle Mikah' isn't my biological uncle. He is a close friend of my father's. So close they were like brothers up until my father died. My childhood memories of Mikah are so vivid. He would always bring presents with him. I remember how excited I would get in anticipation of those visits. I would gaze at him with starry eyed admiration once he arrived.

Though not as constant as my aunt, he was an influential presence in my young life. He was exciting and Fascinating. He was completely different from those in my household. I distinctly remember when my feelings for him started to change. I was 13 years old. I saw him in a different light. I saw how handsome and attractive he was. I attribute that to so many factors, puberty being one of them. However, at that I started to realize that my feelings for him weren't so platonic after all.

How could they be? At that age is when I started having fantasies of him. The erotic kind. One of my favorites was imagining him coming for his usual visit. He would give me my present like always. We would disappear together to talk or be alone. He would notice how I was growing up and developing. He would grab me, forcefully but gently. We would make out passionately, followed by him urgently pulling my clothes off and telling me how much he needed me. Afterwards he would fuck me silly in the bed, in the garage, or outside against the side of the house. These fantasies were so exciting because there was always the thrill of us being caught. In my head he fucks me so good he makes me lose my mind.

I know they are only fantasies. We live in a society where things like that are socially taboo. I have stayed quiet about everything and done my absolute best to suppress these thoughts. For years I have felt ashamed of having these thoughts. I have tried unsuccessfully to stop. Jogging is my latest attempt at this. I thought as I got older, these would fade. That I'd meet someone else and move on, or just grow older and forget about him. Sadly, that doesn't seem to be the case. My heart and mind seem to be forever stuck on my father's best friend, my 'uncle' Mikah.

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Bad Pet – His Pet Series Read Online Jamie Knight http://www.wownovels.com/bad-pet-his-pet-series-read-online-jamie-knight Fri, 25 Mar 2022 19:04:31 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/bad-pet-his-pet-series-read-online-jamie-knight Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Authors: Jamie Knight Advertisement

Total pages in book: 65
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Sloane Owen and I are tied together in more ways than one. And the ropes of fate are tightening. Is my heart as entangled with him as my body is? I first met General Owen Lewis at a club no one knows I go to. I had a mask on and wanted the military man to take charge. So, he tied me up, had his way with me, and even left marks. And I enjoyed every second of it… anonymously. But then I meet the hot General again in real life. While trying to broker a deal for my job at McKenzie Tech. It involves saving his daughter from harm. And now Owen and I seem to be linked together by fate. What will he do if he realizes I’m the same person? And what will I do if I think I’m falling in love with him? Owen I’ve claimed her entire body as my own. So how has she managed to steal my heart? As a powerful, rich General, I’m used to being obeyed. All my professional orders go unquestioned. But now my feisty pet has upended my personal world. And it already felt out of control. With problems involving my daughter’s safety. So, at least I have a safe place with my pet. And how can I properly punish my bed pet… when she makes my body and heart feel so good?
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Chapter One - Sloane

Not everyone who comes into the Dark Club wears a mask. It’s not a requirement for this BDSM establishment. In fact, most of the patrons are comfortable in their skin and sexual desires, so they wear almost nothing.

Unfortunately, most of my coworkers are that way. I say unfortunately because it’s uncomfortable for me. Once you’ve seen the shy girl in accounting flaunt her all onstage or your boss and his wife engaging in some leather-bound foreplay, it can make it very awkward at the office coffee bar. It’s best that they don’t know what I saw. They don’t know I come here at all.

The number of my coworkers who frequent this club is one reason I wear a mask. No one can know I’m a patron. No one will understand that the prim and proper princess that they all know me as sometimes likes to have herself choked by her expensive pearl necklace or tied up by a complete stranger—someone who will never know my last name or who I’m related to—and get fucked for one night of fun.

The Dark Club is the place where I come to use men. I get my kicks here. Nothing more.

Recently I gave up on romance. Because of my wealthy family, men saw me as a cash cow or manipulated me like my father and my brother. Christian and I have buried the hatchet, but Dad is another story. His net’s financial and getting untangled is proving more than I can handle. Until I’m free of my old man, love seems inconsequential.

Life is better this way: alone, single, with random one-night stands. With a mask between me and the men I fuck, they can’t really get to me. They can’t hurt me, at least not emotionally. And this club provides what I need to satisfy my desires. Plus, I know it’s safe. One of my former bosses owns it. So here I can let loose.

Leaning casually against the cherry-stained, wooden bar, I look out over the crowds of leather-clad people—some wearing only harnesses—and try to figure out who will hit on me first.

The first night I wore my mask, I worried that no one would approach me. I was wrong. Men like a bit of mystery as much as they like a challenge. Most nights, I have more than enough suiters to pick from. It’s enough to scratch my itch, as they say.

The music from the DJ changes. The colored lights flash and move on the dance floor, capturing my attention. Yet, something feels different—like the whole club is holding its breath. There is a slight tingle in the skin on the back of my neck. It’s anticipation, but I don’t know of what.

Feeling heady, I sip the last drops of my old-fashioned, wishing that I had ordered absinthe. That’s the atmosphere of tonight, slightly make-believe, slightly unreal. It makes me feel drunk on excitement, and I don’t even know what I am excited about.

After sliding my glass back to the bartender, I smooth down my leather mini dress and check my hair. It’s all held up by a tight bun. I don’t encourage my men to tug me by the hair; it upsets the mask, and the mask never comes off.

The tension in the club heightens. Sweaty bodies are writhing much too close on the dance floor. It’s magnetic, rough, and animalistic, like an ancient fertility ritual. The desire in the air calls to me, so I step forward, carefully balanced on my black platform heels.

I take one step toward the crowd when something tells me to turn and look. There, by the bouncer, a small group of men is standing and waiting for their IDs to be checked. The three of them form a perfect triangle. Their backs are straight, their shoulders even. Heads high in a ridged fashion. The pinnacle of the triangle is a man with such magnetism that I can’t take my eyes off him.

Dressed in a black, pressed button-up shirt and black slacks, the group leader holds himself higher than the rest of the crowd around him. His height helps, clearly over six feet, but his demeanor is regal and demanding. This is a man that gets what he wants.

He makes my pussy wet. I like that attitude.

When the last ID is checked, they move forward in perfect formation, with the two men trailing the first like a cape. The stomp of their feet is perfectly timed with the dance music, like some choreographed show. As one, they turn to observe the floor, then the bar. The leader, his lips are twisted into a slight sneer. He likes what he sees but judges us anyway.

With the briefest of hand movements, he directs the unit towards the bar. Their steps never change in rhythm. Instead, their bodies move stiffly spaced and in sync.

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