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Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)

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From Wall Street Journal and USA TODAY bestselling author Natasha Madison comes a brand new hockey romance.

Kylie
I learned early in life that love isn't just given, it's earned.
Now I've decided love isn't worth it.
At least that type of love.
Until him.
He was broken.
It was safe.
But then I went and did the unexpected.
I fell in love with him, knowing he would never love me back.

Knox
I thought I had it all.
I was playing hockey in the NHL.
Three beautiful kids and a wife who loved me.
Until I walked in on her in bed with my brother-in-law.
Everything I thought I had was a lie.
She was everything I thought I didn't want, and when I least expected it.
I just hope when I finally figure it out, I haven't lost her for good

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To the first man I ever fell in love with.

Dad.

one

Knox

I pull out my keycard and swipe it on the black magnetic strip, waiting for the garage door to open. Advancing just a touch when the door starts to slide up, I drive down the ramp and look over to see Clive, the valet guy, is waiting for us to arrive. He gets out of his chair and walks over to where we usually stop. Putting the SUV in park, I open the door. “Morning, Clive.” I smile over at him. “How’s it going?”

"Could be better,” he says, and I nod at him, knowing the feeling, “but there’s always next year.”

“Coming back better and stronger.” I slap him on the arm as he passes me to go to the driver’s seat, and I walk over to the black steel door and pull it open.

I step into the hallway and see a bustle of activity coming from the front offices, different coaching staff people walking in and out of the doorways. “Hey,” I say to a couple of them as I walk down to the locker room.

The hallway is bare now that the season is over, no sticks lined up outside the room. No equipment staff running in and out with skates in their hands to sharpen or fix. Stepping into the room, I see most of the guys are already here. “Hey,” I greet to the room, walking over to my spot on the bench right under my name.

“Hey,” Jaxon, my teammate and our team’s best defensemen says, looking over his shoulder at me, giving me a chin up. “How you doing?” he asks me as he reaches for something on his shelf and tosses it in his duffel bag on the bench.

“Sucks.” I shrug, trying not to feel the dread of another season that has come and gone with us not winning the Stanley Cup. “But it is what it is.”

“Getting knocked out while in the wild card spot is harder than not making the playoffs,” he says. “It isn’t something anyone wants to happen, especially when it went to the last game of the season.”

He’s not wrong about that. We were tied with the Edmonton team for the wild card spot, and we had the same number of points, but they had an extra game in hand. It was our last game of the season and felt like playoff hockey already. We were going on a five-game winning streak on top of that. All eyes were on us; everyone was ready for that first round of playoffs.

But the hockey gods had other plans for us. We needed one freaking point to be contenders but lost the last game of the season. I’m pretty sure it sucked as much as going to the final round in the playoffs and losing that chance to hoist the Cup. At least that is how it felt for me.

That was last week and now we were asked to all come in today to do final interviews with the press and pack up our lockers. You never know what can happen over the summer break, even if I have a contract with the team for the next two years. I’ve seen it time in and time out; trades happen in the summer. Here today, gone tomorrow. I’ve been at this game for the last twelve years, and I’ve been lucky to only be hit with a trade once. That trade brought me from Montreal to the LA Warriors, done in the summer months.

I want to say I didn’t know it was coming, but my contract was up, and they were trying to wring me to take less than I knew I was worth. My agent at the time was looking out for me and didn’t back down. He took a couple of calls from other general managers, and I gave him four teams I’d be okay with being traded to. LA was one of them and then, in the span of three hours, I was traded. I was in the middle of my honeymoon on a boat in Capri when it happened. Josephine was beside herself since she’s from Montreal. Her whole family was from there and now she had to move to the other side of the continent. It took her a full year of going back and forth for her to finally settle in LA, but it was only because she was pregnant at that point. Now that she’s here, she loves every single thing about the city.

“Morning,” Kirby, the other top defenseman says, coming into the room. His phone in his hand, he tucks it in the back pocket of his shorts. “This fucking sucks,” he mumbles as he walks past me, slapping me on my back.

“It just makes you want it more next year,” I reply as I stand in front of my locker. “What’s going to suck more is the exit interviews.”

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Only for Love (Only For #2) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.wownovels.com/only-for-love-only-for-2-read-online-natasha-madison Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:33 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/only-for-love-only-for-2-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Only For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)

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From Wall Street Journal and USA TODAY bestselling author Natasha Madison comes a brand new sports romance.
A spin-off from the This Is Series.

Lexi
Falling for a famous hockey player? I would have laughed at you.
I was trapped in a marriage-caged with cruelty.
I wasn’t ever going to be free.
Until I found a way to escape.
Before him, I thought love was a nightmare.
Now I dared to dream.

Kirby
First time I met her I was drawn to her light.
Then I saw the fear in her eyes.
Fear I’ve seen before.
Our chance encounter turned into two.
If she ever needed me, I’d be there.
I never dared to want her.
But I lost my heart to her anyways

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one

Lexi

“Good class,” the Pilates instructor, Chelsea, says as she claps her hands. “You guys did great!”

I smile at her and get off my Pilates reformer, walking over to grab the spray bottle; my legs buckling a bit after the workout I just did. I spray the disinfectant on my machine before wiping it down.

“Thank you again, Chelsea,” I say, picking up my water and returning the spray bottle near the front of the room.

Snatching my keys and phone from one of the wooden cubbies at the front door, I head out into the Arizona heat. The sun is already scorching even though it’s just a little before 7:00 a.m. I press the unlock button and slide into my champagne-colored Bentley, a birthday gift two months ago.

I start the car and pull out of the parking lot to head home. The soft music plays in the background, a classical number, something I never thought I would come to like, but with time it grew on me. The mountains in the distance fill up my view as I make my way into the gated community my husband and I live in.

Driving past the golf course, I pull in front of my black garage door and turn the car off, grabbing my stuff before walking past the four other garage doors, which are all closed with no cars parked in front of them. The first garage door holds Trent’s everyday Land Rover. The second one holds his BMW, which he drives on occasion. The third has the golf cart he takes when he’s going to play golf, and the fourth is the Rolls-Royce he bought himself as a gift. That one he only uses when he wants to show off. Walking past the windows I know are in my dining room, I see the shades are still drawn. I look down at my running shoes as I turn and walk down the white bricked walkway toward the front door.

I open the front door and put my keys on the glass table by the door next to a green-colored vase with fresh white roses. Something that is replaced every couple of days. I untie my shoes before kicking them off and placing them in the sliding door closet on my right and slip on my indoor slippers before walking toward the kitchen.

I pass the formal dining room on my left, where we entertain all of Trent’s friends. The brown table with ten chairs looks more like it’s a conference room than someplace where you would have your meals and enjoy time with friends.

The whole house has a museum-like feeling to it, something I’ve come to live with. I’ve grown used to the lack of warmth from both the house and our marriage. I turn left when I get to the big open space, going toward the kitchen and stopping in my tracks when I see Trent sitting on one of the stools. My pulse speeds up a bit not expecting him to be up at this time, let alone dressed and sitting at the island. The long marble island off to the left holds six stools. Two chandeliers hang over it with gold wiring. It’s a dream kitchen. Beautiful, opulent, a façade...

“Morning,” I greet him softly. “I didn’t know you would be up so early.” I walk over and kiss his cheek. He’s already dressed in black dress pants and a white button-up shirt, the smell of his aftershave lingers. His black hair is cut perfectly since he goes every two weeks to have it trimmed. It’s also styled perfectly without a hair out of place.

“Is that why you snuck out of the house?” he asks, picking up his cup of coffee from beside him as he scrolls on his massive iPad, reading the news.

“I didn’t sneak out of the house.” My hand moves over the top of the granite island counter gently, feeling the coolness of it, before I pull open one of the fridge doors. I grab the fresh pineapple and strawberries before walking to the butler’s pantry behind the wall of the kitchen. I make my protein shake, adding in half a banana, before walking back out and taking a sip of it.

“Where did you go?” he asks me, not taking his eyes off the iPad.

“I went to the six a.m. Pilates class,” I tell him and his eyes look up at me, before giving the top half of me a look up and down. The frown on his face telling me what I already know. The outfit is going in the donate pile as soon as I wash it.

“Dressed like that?” he asks me. I look down at the white workout T-shirt I have on that shows my black sports bra underneath it and matching black tights. “You’re just giving it away for free now.” He shakes his head.

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Holiday Unscripted Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.wownovels.com/holiday-unscripted-read-online-natasha-madison Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:15:33 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/holiday-unscripted-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Funny Authors: Natasha Madison Advertisement

Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)

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Elizabeth
My brother was getting married.
At Christmas no less.
The holiday I hated the most.
Let me list all the reasons why this will be the worst season yet:
One would be my luggage not arriving.
Two would be being told I had to find somewhere else to sleep since my room was occupied by family members.
Oh, and now I am forced to stay with my brother's best friend.
The man who broke my heart seven years ago.

Nate

My best friend was getting married.
I was happy for him.
Until I had to offer his sister my spare bedroom.
It'd be fine, two weeks and she'd be out of my hair.
But the thing with Elizabeth was that she pushed every single button I have.
She gets under my skin in the best ways.
All we have to do is survive the wedding and the holiday.
Then she'll be gone yet again.
Unless maybe, just maybe, my wish of having her comes true

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CHAPTER 1

Elizabeth

SO THIS IS CHRISTMAS

November 2nd

“So this is Christmas.” I roll my eyes when I walk into the doctor’s lounge and hear the soft sound of the music coming out of the radio.

“Ugh,” I grunt, looking over at Ty, my coworker who’s sitting at the table, scrolling on his phone while he eats his breakfast bowl. “Isn’t it a bit early for this?” I point to where the music is coming from, just in case he didn’t know what I was talking about.

“It’s perfectly okay for Christmas music to be playing at the beginning of November,” he says, his Australian accent annunciating “ah” instead of “er.” “It’s kind of a global rule.”

“Who said this?” I ask, taking off my white doctor coat and opening my locker. “I want to know their actual names and not something you just made up.”

“Society,” he informs me and I roll my eyes as I hang up the jacket before grabbing my big tote bag. “I’m pretty sure society as a whole.”

I put the bag over my shoulder. “We should have a rule made where there should be no Christmas music playing in the common areas until the first of December. Or if we even want to tempt fate, dare I say, two weeks before Christmas. Just enough time for us to not be sick of it.”

“As soon as Halloween is done, it’s fair game.” He grabs a forkful of eggs, shoveling them in his mouth.

“How can you even think Christmas when it’s hot outside? When you think of Christmas, you think snow and cold.” After living in Australia for the past seven years, I’m still not used to it being summer during Christmas celebrations.

“That’s just in movies.” He winks at me, and if we didn’t work together, I might maybe, just maybe, think of hooking up with him. But I’ve seen it time and time again, nurses and doctors getting involved with each other and the breakup is felt through the whole department. It’s just too small a circle. So, I’ve made it a strict rule that I will never get involved with someone I work with. Not a nurse, not a doctor, not anyone who I will be seeing more than once in my workspace.

“Are you the kind of person who puts their tree up the second week of December and then takes it down the day after Christmas?”

“Pfft.” I fold my arms over my chest, shaking my head. “As if I put up a tree!” I shake my head. “I’m the type of person who likes to enjoy life and I value my time, so I do not even try to attempt to put up a tree,” I tell him. “Besides, for the last five years I’ve done nothing but work the whole two weeks around Christmas and then I take a glorious month off.” I exhale. “You should try it.”

“I love Christmas,” he says. “I can’t ever imagine not being able to have Christmas dinner with my family.”

“I’m feeling nauseous,” I tell him, making fun of him and putting my hand to my stomach. “I’m tired, so I’m going to head out, and you can enjoy your breakfast”—I point to the bowl—“and all things Christmas.” I hold up my hand to the sound of the music playing. “I think my ears are going to start bleeding soon.” I stick my hands over my ears, making him chuckle, as I walk out of the doctors’ lounge and notice the nurses changing shifts.

The whiteboard that hangs right in front of the nurses’ station is being tended to by Gayle, the head nurse in charge during the 8:00 p.m.-to-8:00 a.m. shift. She’s making sure she writes all the notes for the day nurse who is coming in to relieve her. “I’m off,” I tell Gayle, and she looks over her shoulder at me. Her black scrubs have prints of colorful Band-Aids all over them.

“See you tonight,” she replies and I nod my head.

“Just so you can be ready and prepared”—she moves the paper in her hand toward me—“my Christmas scrubs are coming out.”

I groan. “I might have to take this up with HR,” I stop and tell her and she just smirks at me. “I don’t know if I can work in these conditions.”

“I’m just giving you the heads-up so you can properly prepare yourself.”

“I’m going home right now and getting scrubs that are the color of the Grinch.”

She tosses her head back and a bark of laughter comes out of her, making her light-blonde bob move just a touch. “That will look like snot,” she states. “Highly do not recommend.” She smiles. “But I don’t know what the cool kids are wearing these days. You do you.”

“Great,” I mumble as I walk out of the swinging doors of the emergency room and head for the front of the hospital. The hustle and bustle of morning has people arriving as I head out after my twelve-hour shift. Nothing like walking out into the bright hot sun after spending the night going crazy in the darkness that is the emergency room night shift. I squint just a bit as I head over to the side of the parking lot where the staff parks.

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Only for Tonight (Only For #1) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.wownovels.com/only-for-tonight-only-for-1-read-online-natasha-madison Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:13:55 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/only-for-tonight-only-for-1-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Only For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)

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From Wall Street Journal and USA TODAY bestselling author Natasha Madison comes a brand new sports romance.

A spin-off from the Only One series!

Ariella

The last time I saw him, I’d just turned eighteen.

Six years later we’re face-to-face again.

Neither of us wanted the night to end.

The next morning, we made a pact.

Each of us going our separate ways.

Until two pink lines changed everything.

Jaxon

Life was going my way.

Hockey. Family. All of it.

Until…I saw her.

She was different now.

One thing led to another and we got carried away.

It was supposed to be one night.

Our secret.

Then she’s at my door with news that rocks my world.

I’m going to be a dad

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one

Jaxon

I slip my leg through the dress pants and repeat the action with the other leg before tucking in the white button-down dress shirt. The tailor-made shirt fits perfectly, just like the blue suit I’m wearing tonight. Grabbing the brown belt, I weave it through the belt loops circling my waist and buckle it in the middle. I look in the mirror, making sure it’s centered, and run my hands through my short, dark-brown hair before moving back to the bedroom, grabbing the bottle of cologne and spraying one shot on the left and another on the right.

I turn the bathroom light off before heading over to the long bench right in front of the king-size bed. My phone rings from the middle of the bed, where I tossed it before I stepped into the shower. Looking down, I see it’s my father calling. Instead of answering it, I press the red button declining the call before grabbing one of the brown shoes and slipping my foot into it.

“Jaxon,” my father yells from down the hall, probably just walking out of his bedroom, “are you almost ready?” The voice gets closer and closer to my door before I hear the knock. “Are you decent?”

I shake my head as I snatch up the second shoe. “Dad, we literally showered at the arena three hours ago, together!” I shout as I tie the laces to the second shoe before he sticks his head into the room. “I’m naked,” I joke with him as I look up at him and finish tying my shoe.

He ignores my joke. “Oh good, you’re dressed.” He pushes the door the rest of the way open before coming in and standing there with his hands on his hips, wearing a black suit with a black button-down shirt. I definitely got my build from my father. He’s six-five and I’m just a touch shorter than him, which is good since we both play the position of defense. His build is broad shouldered, which I also got from him, but he’s thicker in the waist where I’m leaner.

“Did you really call me from inside the house?” I get up before reaching down and grabbing my suit jacket. “You yell at Victoria all the time when she does the same thing.” I mention my younger sister, who we nickname Tori.

His eyes glare at me and I have to bite the inside of my lip to not burst out laughing at him. “That is only because she calls me to bring her a glass of water because she says the kitchen is too far away.” His dark blue eyes say he hates it, but his soft tone says he would do anything for her because she was his first girl. Kiera, on the other hand, who is actually the baby of the family at sixteen, gets away with everything. But then again, I broke them in for Victoria and Kiera. Only then Victoria drove them up the wall from the time she started walking. The more you told her no, the more she was like “yeah, okay, I’m going to do that anyway.”

“You were the one who begged her not to move away for school, so you have no one but yourself to blame.” I raise my eyebrows.

“I didn’t think she would actually do it. She wanted to spread her wings.” He looks over his shoulder to make sure that it’s just the two of us. When the time came around to pick a school, she said she wanted to stay local for my parents. However, I think she really wanted to stay local because she was treated like a queen here and didn’t have to do anything for herself. She is about to graduate from the university in the spring and has zero plans of moving out at any time. I seriously think my parents will move out of this house before she does.

“Why would she leave?” I pull the cuffs out of my jacket before walking over to my dresser and grabbing one of the cuff links, putting one in before grabbing the other one. My parents gave me these for Christmas one year. They have my initials engraved on them and I only use them for special occasions. I figure tonight is one. “She has all her bills paid for. She made her bedroom a suite with a sitting area. She comes and goes as she pleases; her food is cooked for her. She has everything she needs, and she doesn’t have to do anything because her father does it for her.” I tilt my head to the side when I grab my watch and place it on my wrist. The silver Rolex was a gift my parents got me the day I got drafted into the NHL. Even though I've gotten myself quite a few watches over the years, this is the one I usually wear.

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Forgotten Dreams (Dream #5) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.wownovels.com/forgotten-dreams-dream-5-read-online-natasha-madison Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:56:05 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/forgotten-dreams-dream-5-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Dream Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)

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When the box of secrets is opened, no one is left the same.

Sierra

I thought I knew who I was until I accidentally discovered my adoring parents' biggest secret on my twenty-fifth birthday.
I am adopted.
Part of me is missing, and I set out to find it.
Trying to figure out the past piece by piece, I bought a little fixer-upper in the small town I was given up in.
Old lies will come out. Secrets that everyone is trying to keep buried.
Who am I really?

Caleb

When I needed a clean slate, I moved to Montgavin to start my own construction firm.
Slowly, I built my crew after my success with the bakery renovation.
When the newcomer in town wants to restore her house to its former glory, I trust no one but
myself.
Sierra looks lost, slowly putting her life together, with her dedicated room complete with a
whiteboard.
Something calls to me to protect her and her secrets.
Someone wants her out of the town.
But now they have to get through me

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Chapter 1

Sierra

I pull up to the house I’ve grown up in my whole life and turn off the car. Getting out, I look across the street to see Mr. Jackson outside, watering his potted plants. “Hey there, Sierra,” he greets me, looking up once he hears my car door slam shut. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good.” I smile at him, holding up my hand to say hello.

“How is the new age treating you?” He turns off the water to make sure he’s not wasting any while talking to me.

“So far so good.” I shrug. Today is my twenty-fifth birthday—a quarter of a century old.

“If it makes you feel any better”—he smirks—“I don’t feel a day over seventy.”

I tuck my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and laugh. “I’ll be sure to remember that,” I say, turning and looking at the house. “I have to get in there. My parents get really upset if they aren’t the first ones to wish me a happy birthday.” He nods and turns the hose back on to continue to water his flowers.

I walk up the pathway to the five steps to the front door. I turn the doorknob, trying to push open the door, only it doesn’t budge. I touch the keypad and enter the numbers two, four, nine, one. I hear the lock turning to open before I push the door open. “Hello!” I shout. “Your favorite and only daughter is here.” I make the joke because I’m an only child. I toss my keys on the brown side table at the door before stepping into the house that holds so many memories. I walk straight past the staircase to the kitchen, where I would normally find my mother, but it’s empty and spotless, of course. “Mom!” I holler her name as I walk toward the front door and start up the steps to the bedroom.

The wall is filled with memories throughout the years. In the middle is a picture we took when my father finally became a judge. He was a lawyer for twenty years before he was elected to be a judge. I still remember how proud he was when he told us. My mother made such a big deal about it. I swear, there were never-ending parties for a good month. That’s what you get when your father is a big deal. He was friends with everyone, and it didn’t hurt that my grandparents were very wealthy and involved in politics back in the day.

It's a painted portrait that we sat posed for not just a snapshot, that would have been too easy for my mother. Nope, she wanted it like they have the royal families have it. It was something my mother had longed for, for so long. My father, being so in love with my mother, made sure she got everything her heart desired. So he did it without even a grumble. My mother sits on the chair in a pink gown. Obviously, she needed a gown. I’m surprised she didn’t insist on us getting tiaras. Her hands are on her lap while my father stands proudly beside her on one side, and I stand on the other. My own pale-blue gown drapes to the ground, hiding the fact I am wearing flip-flops. The smile on our faces lights up our eyes, and I can remember it like it was yesterday, not almost eight years ago.

Next to the grand portrait are pictures of our family through the years—from the first day they brought me home to Christmas last year. Twenty-five years of memories on one wall is crazy, yet every time I catch a glimpse of one, I’m immediately taken back to said memory.

“Mom!” I shout when I get to the top of the steps and see the four bedroom doors open. I’m about to go to their bedroom at the end of the hall when the phone rings from my back pocket.

Pulling it out, I see it’s my mother calling. “Wow,” I answer without saying hello, “I’m home, and you’re not here.”

“I know. I know. I know,” she pants, and I can hear people talking in the background as she hustles. “I had to pick up a couple of things, and my car didn’t start this morning, so I had to drag your father out with me,” she groans. “Happy birthday, my angel,” she says softly. “Am I the first to say it?” she asks eagerly.

“Um,” I start, “you texted me at midnight, like on the dot, and then at four o’clock and another one at seven thirty.”

“But those don’t count,” she retorts. “I knew I should have called you this morning, but I was going crazy, and your father said I would wake you,” she grits between clenched teeth. “Good going, dear,” she mutters to my father, who is probably walking beside her, “worst parents ever.”

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Stolen Dreams (Dream #4) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.wownovels.com/stolen-dreams-dream-4-read-online-natasha-madison Mon, 12 May 2025 18:29:08 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/stolen-dreams-dream-4-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Suspense Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Dream Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 115
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Montgavin Township will never be the same when one night changes the lives of six people.

The course of their lives and the trajectory of the town sets them on a collision course for disaster.

Lilah

I was left for dead when I was eighteen.
Coming to Mustang Creek Ranch gave me something to live for.
My boss is grumpy and reclusive.
But I'm secretly in love with him, even though he's made it known he'll never settle down.
Even though he's made it clear, he'll never be mine-or anyone's.

Emmett

I've kept my distance from Lilah for years. No matter how much I want her, she's off-limits.
The only family I will ever have are the ones I fought beside in battle-the family I chose.
Until the phone rang and I found out I had an eight-year-old daughter.
Watching Lilah with my daughter makes me wonder what it would be like to do the thing I
swore I never would: have a family and fall in love.
When I move her into my house to keep her safe from the dangers of her past, all bets are off

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Chapter One

EIGHT YEARS EARLIER

LILAH

Soft music is coming from my phone as I get ready for the night. I slide on a pair of jeans before I grab my homecoming T-shirt and slip it on. Tonight, we are all wearing our shirts for a video we are going to be doing. It’ll be good not to think about anything but having a good time since I spent the whole day filling out college applications. There was one that was the number one in the running. The decision of where to go was easy to make since it was at the top of my list. It was far enough from home, which means I am not going to be living at home anymore, yet close enough to home that I could be here in two hours.

I look at myself in the mirror smiling before tucking it in on the side and grabbing my sneakers. My phone rings with the alarm I set to be ready as I slide my foot into my sneaker at the same time my watch pings. I turn it over, seeing it’s a text from Derek.

Derek: I’m here. Move your ass.

“Great,” I say of his message, sensing his mood is going to be good. When I grab my phone from the top of the dresser, I text him back right away.

Me: Coming, be out in two.

I tuck the phone in my back pocket before putting the other shoe on and walking out of my bedroom. I jog down the steps to find my parents in the living room, watching something on television, sitting side by side as always. Dad’s arm is around the back of the couch. “Okay, Momma,” I say, walking to both of them but going to her side. “I’m leaving.” I lean over to kiss her cheek.

“Where are you going?” she asks, surprised I’m going out on a Sunday night, especially since I got up at three this afternoon and spent the rest of the day camped out on the couch watching videos.

“A couple of us are getting together to celebrate homecoming,” I say, starting to make my way over to kiss my dad and stopping when he starts to talk.

“Didn’t you do that last week and then the senior welcome-back camping trip?” my father asks, looking over at me.

“Dad, it’s our senior year. We have to do all the things,” I inform him. “It’s like one step toward our freedom.” I smile big at him, knowing I’ll miss this when I leave.

“There is a party for everything nowadays.” He snickers, shaking his head and turning the channel on the television.

“What time are you going to be home?” Mom asks as I lean over to my father and kiss his cheek.

“Not late. I start work tomorrow,” I say of the job I got working for the local pizza place. I spent the summer as a day camp counselor. It wasn’t something I wanted to do, but it was either that or work at the local ice cream parlor I worked at for the past three summers. This was a better decision since I would have all my nights free. The downside was I’d have to put up with six-year-old kids all day long, which meant I was in bed every night by ten from exhaustion. I was happy to be done with it, so now I am able to socialize.

“Regardless,” my father states, “your curfew is midnight.”

“Dad,” I reply, laughing, “you know I’m seventeen, right?” He just glares at me. “Next year, I’ll be living in my dorm room.”

“You know if you aren’t home by twelve oh one”—he glares—“I’ll find you.” He points at me. “Tell Derek I’ll be waiting up.”

I shake my head, laughing. “Got it.” I blow a kiss at both of them before I walk out the front door.

The orange pickup truck is by the curb. Derek’s in the driver’s seat tapping the steering wheel with his finger while he listens to some country song. “Hey,” I greet him, opening the door and getting in.

“Took you long enough,” he snarls at me as soon as I sit down. “I’ve been waiting forever.”

I try not to roll my eyes at him as I put my seat belt on. “It’s been five minutes max.”

“It’s a hundred degrees outside, and my air conditioner doesn’t work.” He pulls away from the curb.

I don’t bother saying anything to him when he’s in this mood since I know nothing good will come from it. So instead, I look out the window and think about how everything will be different soon. For the first time in my life, I’m going to be solo, even without Derek, which is something that has been straining our relationship. We started dating three years ago, and when it was time to apply to colleges, he somehow got it into his head I would follow him to wherever he got in. It started as a fight that ended up in us breaking up for a week before he said he was sorry that he thought I would pick him over a school. I didn’t bother arguing with him because I had already decided which one I was going to. I had also already decided we would probably not be together by the time I left for school.

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Montgavin Township will never be the same when one night changes the lives of six people.
The course of their lives and the trajectory of the town sets them on a collision course for disaster.
Dream Series - book 3

Everleigh  
One night changed my whole life. 
After the truth about that night came out, I knew I had to leave.  
Taking my broken heart with me.
I had no choice but to go back. 
I knew it would slice me back open again. 
But sometimes the root of the flower you planted starts to grow again, no matter how many times you’ve cut them down. 
He was my everything, and then he was my nothing.

Brock
My parents taught me honor and integrity.  
And in one split second, I ruined it all.  I lost everything I ever wanted.  
But I had no choice.  
I tried to go on with my life.  
And the only good thing I had was my daughter. 
Never expected to see the one woman who I’d loved and lost here again.
They say time heals old wounds.  
They were wrong.
It just splits you open, making you bleed out.
I just have to survive again

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Chapter One

EVERLEIGH

The soft music plays in the background as I twist open the mascara and look in the mirror, leaning forward to apply it. My long black hair is freshly blow-dried and pushed to one side, and my white robe is open down the front and loosely tied. “Baby.” Brock walks into the bathroom, wearing his weekend mechanic’s uniform for when he goes to help his father. “I was calling you.” He places his hands on the counter beside my hips. Fitting himself behind me, he pushes his chest up against my back. I feel the hardness of him all over, and I can’t help but try not to smile at him.

“Brock, you are filthy.” His face is streaked with a little bit of grease as he watches me move the makeup wand up and through my lashes. I look into his dark brown almost black eyes through the mirror. His hand goes around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Your hands are covered in oil.” I laugh at him as he leans down to kiss my neck, ignoring what I just said.

“Why did you take a shower without me?” he mumbles as I turn my head to the side. He doesn’t wait for me to answer him. Instead, his lips come down to mine, kissing me softly before his tongue invades my mouth. I turn in his arms, not caring he’s still dirty from work. My arms wrap around his neck as his hands grip my hips. “If you continue like this, we aren’t going out tonight.” His voice comes out hard and sexy as his hand moves from my hip and his finger trails down the edge of the opening of the robe. He pushes it to the side as my nipple, pebbled by his touch, stops the silk material from opening fully. His finger trails the little love bite he has been leaving me since we started sleeping together some six years ago. Right near my nipple, I wear his teeth marks or a little love bite. Either way, it’s always there. He loves it. I’m not going to lie—I feel naked now without it on me.

His eyes always fixate on that mark as he licks his lips. “If you continue this…” I push him back, stepping away from him. He puts his hip against the counter, taking one more look at me as I make my way to the door.

He pushes off, removing his shirt and tossing it to the side, my eyes roaming him up and down. “And if you keep looking at me like that⁠—”

“I’m leaving.” I turn and walk out of the bathroom with a backward glance at him as he’s unbuttoning his jeans, leading to one of my favorite parts of him. I close the door to make sure I don’t turn around and join him, leading to us having sex in the shower. Instead, I run around picking up things to put in the dishwasher. Between the two of us working full-time, him helping his father on the weekends, and me helping my mom, the house could use a good cleaning. I load the dishwasher before heading to the bedroom and grabbing a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. The bathroom door opens, and the steam from the shower follows him as he walks out with a towel around his waist instead of naked like he always is.

His hand holds the towel closed at the side of his hip. “They will be downstairs in five minutes,” he mumbles as he grabs a pair of boxers from his drawer by the bed, then drops the towel, showing me all of him. He’s been my only boyfriend, and I thought once we moved in with each other, I would get used to seeing him naked all the time, but I haven’t. Our sex life also hasn’t died down. If anything, we’re having more sex than ever. Before, we were having sex all the time, and we’ve also had sex all over the place: in his truck, by the creek, and in the bathroom at the bar. I smile at the memory, then shake my head. If we have an itch, we scratch it.

“I’m ready,” I say. I walk back into the bathroom and apply lip gloss before watching him saunter back in wearing jeans and a T-shirt. He runs his hands through his jet-black wet hair a couple of times before turning to me and kissing my neck.

He’s tying his sneakers at the same time the buzzer rings, and I look at him. “Don’t make any plans for tomorrow,” I inform him. “We are going to spend the day deep cleaning this place.”

“Can’t,” he says, opening the door and pushing me out of it, “I plan on spending it naked and having you on every single surface I can have you on.” He slaps my ass, pushing open the glass door to the apartment building. “I’m planning on wearing myself out.” He grabs the white cooler I prepared before he got home. We usually take turns bringing a couple of bottles of beer. I can’t help but laugh at him as we spot Waylon’s pickup at the curb. The music blasts at full volume.

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Montgavin Township will never be the same when one night changes the lives of six people.

When the single mom moves in next door, it's your enemy's soon-to-be ex-wife.

Lines are drawn, and I have to remember not to cross them.

Brady
For once, my life was calm.
Behind us was the threat our distillery was going to be shut down.
Now we could focus on growing our brand exactly the way I dreamed of doing it when I took it over.
Nothing was going to stop me.
Until she moved in next door.
My enemy’s wife with her seven-year-old son.
I don’t need this right now.
But everything inside me pulled me toward her.
Even offering her a job. Little did I know, again, I was starting a war.
However, I’m ready for it this time.

Harmony

It was no secret my husband had a wandering eye.
Leaving him shouldn’t have been a shock to anyone.
For Winston, it was more about failing at something that got under his skin.
Besides, he had to make his parents happy.
Which means he’s going to make my life unhappy.
When the pounding starts at my door one night, I’m ready to ignore it.
Until the stranger next door comes to our aid.
He’s everything you want in a man.
I know I shouldn’t involve anyone else in my life.
But maybe it’s time for me to see what dreams are made of.

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CHAPTER 1

Harmony

I walk out of the house into the darkness, opting to leave off the lights inside my home and especially outside of it. I look around, making sure no one is outside on their porch watching what I’m doing. It’s past midnight, so someone being on their porch would be a bit weird, but I’m so paranoid I have to take a look around. The sound of me panting as I carry the last of the luggage into the SUV is all I hear before I close the trunk as softly as I can. My heart hammers in my chest, with me feeling like I’m a thief in the middle of the night. I mean, I pretty much am.

I tiptoe back up the stairs to the front door and walk into the house that has been mine for the past ten years. A house I made into a home. A home that is broken to the core. A home I now feel suffocated in. A home I refuse to spend another night in. Turning the brass handle of the door slowly, I shut it behind me softly before heading to the formal living room. I walk over with shaky legs and turn on the side table lamp, filling the room with dim yellow light, as I sit down with my hands in my lap and look at the clock on top of the fireplace mantel. It’s just a little bit after midnight, so he should be coming in any minute. But, in reality, who knows with him? He can come in now like he can come in at 4:00 a.m. Regardless of the time he comes home, this showdown is happening tonight. Before the sun comes up, one chapter of my life will be over, and another one will start. One I will have control over this time. One I will dictate. One I will finally start living and not dreading.

My eyes feel like they fly to the clock every single minute. My body goes tenser and tenser as the seconds turn into minutes. My legs move up and down as I go over my speech in my head. I’ve been practicing this speech, and it’s been a long time coming. I’m going over it for the fifth time in my head, when I hear the sound of his car approaching. My eyes go to the windows. The headlights shine right through, lighting up the living room where I’m sitting. If I thought my heart was hammering before, it’s nothing like it is right now at this minute. I feel like it’s going to come out of my throat as every single beat echoes in my ears. The back of my neck heats as my hands in my lap start to shake.

When I hear the sound of the car door slams shut, I look toward the foyer, waiting for the door to open and then slam shut. The house is so eerily quiet, all I can hear is the sound of my heart beating and the way my breathing turns into short pants. It takes him a second to get his key in the door, and I take a deep breath, wondering if I should stand or not. But my legs are shaky at best. “You can do this.” I give myself a little bit of a pep talk before I hear the door open and then slam shut. “Asshole,” I mumble under my breath. Not giving a shit that his son should be sleeping while he’s slamming the door.

I look over at the clock one last time, knowing I have to remember the time that my life would be changing. He takes a step into the house, tossing his keys on the big round table in the middle of the foyer area, with a vase of fresh flowers I always add to it since it brightens up the dull room. I take a second to take in the man who I thought I would live happily ever after with.

His black hair is perfectly coiffed, parted on the side and pushed over. His brown eyes have deceived me for the past ten years. Eyes that promised me the world, but then quickly showed me you can’t trust them. He’s wearing a pair of beige slacks and a white button-down shirt with a blue sports jacket. Perfectly dressed for the perfect child. At least he’s perfect in his parents’ eyes. He was perfect in my eyes too, once upon a time. But that time has run out.

He looks my way and I can see the confusion on his face. “What are you doing sitting in the dark?” he asks me, turning and walking into the living room. The closer he gets, the more I smell his musk aftershave mixed with alcohol and a sweet citrus perfume that is not mine. That alone should bother me, but after the past three years of him being very, as his mother would say, “very social” and not hiding the fact that he’s social, I couldn’t care less. Once upon a time, it bothered me. But then again, he promised me the world once upon a time and failed endlessly.

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Montgavin Township will never be the same when one night changes the lives of six people. The course of their lives and the trajectory of the town sets them on a collision course for disaster.

Charlie

It was supposed to be a regular day out.
Three couples celebrating the last days of summer.
When tragedy struck.
I thought I was going to marry her.
Instead, I was burying her.
I blamed the world for my pain.
I buried it all.
I became a man I didn’t even recognize.

Autumn

In a blink of an eye, everything changed.
My best friend was gone, and I was responsible for it.
I may not have been driving the truck, but I didn’t stop it.
Escaping the town was the only thing I could do to survive the guilt.
I thought I was strong enough to go back.
I was wrong.
One look from him and I knew I wasn’t welcome.
But this is my home, and I wanted to come back.
One night turned into more. But at the end of the day, I know he’ll never love me.
Besides, we all have shattered dreams.

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Chapter One

Charlie

“You ready?” Jennifer asks when she walks into the walk-in closet as I pull on my white T-shirt. I smile at her standing there in jeans and a white T-shirt, matching me.

“I’m ready,” I reply, grabbing my baseball hat and putting it on my head. “I was waiting for you.” The small smile I had on my face widens as she closes the distance to me and puts one hand on my stomach, while the other hand grabs the hat off my head.

“I like it when you don’t wear this ratty thing.” She waves the hat in her hand, looking up at me, her golden-brown eyes warm like whiskey. “I like to run my fingers through your hair.” She drops the hat from her hand and proceeds to do exactly that through the top of my wettish hair.

“You win.” I lower to kiss her, wrapping an arm around her waist, then bending her back to kiss her lips. “You always win.” I pull her closer, burying my face in her neck and smelling her.

“Not always.” She smirks at me and she’s about to give me another kiss when we both hear the honking from outside. “Shall we finish this when we get home?” she asks with a twinkle in her eye as she leans forward to kiss my neck before I let her go. She turns in my arms, my hand reaching for hers as we walk out of the closet and head to the front door, going through the house. Picture frames of us are scattered throughout every single part of the house, something she did when she moved in a month ago. Even though I’ve been begging her to move in with me as soon as I moved here. Even though she would be here five days out of seven, she never gave in until she was ready.

She’s almost to the front door and about to unlock it when the doorbell rings twice, and she pulls it open. “Hey, can I use the bathroom?” Autumn practically barges in, hopping from one foot to the next.

“Go ahead,” Jennifer says, and Autumn comes down the hallway. When she spots me, her blue eyes light up.

“Hey.” She quickly comes over to kiss me on my cheek. “Got to use the bathroom,” she mumbles, then turns and rushes toward the bathroom.

“I’m going to go wait in the truck!” Jennifer yells, grabbing her green jacket and slipping it on. “You’ll close up?”

“Will do.” I nod at her, going to the back door and making sure it’s locked before walking over and checking the window above the kitchen sink that she likes to keep open so she can hear the birds.

I’m walking to the front door when I hear honking again. “He’s in a great mood today,” Autumn mumbles sarcastically behind me, making me laugh because Waylon is almost always in a great mood. “Tonight is going to be fun,” she says over her shoulder as she walks out of the house. I follow her, closing the door behind me.

“Took you long enough,” Waylon snaps when Autumn opens the passenger door and then looks over at me. I look around her to see he’s got his baseball hat on backward, his blondish hair sticking out from the back of the hat.

“You sit up front.” She tries to hide that she’s pissed off at him and his words, but she fails miserably as she walks over to the back door and opens it, sliding in and slamming the door, not giving me an option.

“Hey,” I greet, getting into the truck and looking over to see the four of them are squished in the back. “How’s everyone doing?” I ask Brock, who is sitting with his girlfriend Everleigh’s ass practically in his lap, his arms wrapped around her to keep her safe. I barely have my seat belt on before Waylon drives off, making Brock shake his head. “Good times,” I say, looking at Jennifer and winking at her. She scrunches up her nose at me and then smiles before turning to Everleigh and saying hello, and the two of them start chatting. Autumn is looking out of the window and not talking to them.

We head over to Waylon’s family hunting cabin, some fifteen minutes away, on the outskirts of town. The log cabin is painted red, with a wraparound porch and four rocking chairs on it. Waylon and I became friends two years ago when I came into town and went to the town hall to apply for permits to start building my barn here. My family and I bought property with a barn on it, but I wanted to expand it. Waylon’s family has been around this town, dating back to the 1920s, when his great-grandfather started a construction company and went into lumber trading or something like that. Now, they just do construction. If a building goes up in town, it’s always with the Cartwright family building it. They were the ones who did all the renovations to the barn.

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From Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and Amazon Bestselling Author Natasha Madison comes new a small town, single dad, surprise baby romance.

When a hockey princess takes a trip to the south and two pink lines change everything!

Zara
The day I picked out my wedding dress was the day I found out my fiancé was cheating on me.
After that, I needed an escape.
A distraction to take my mind off what a mess my life was.
It was supposed to be a one-night thing.
Then it turned into more.
We knew going in that it was for two weeks.
Then, two pink lines changed everything.

Gabriel
I thought I had the perfect life.
I had an amazing son, and I was running the family bar.
But all that changed the day she walked in.
She was gorgeous and funny all wrapped into one.
It was temporary, we both knew that.
She's a city girl. I'm a cowboy.
But I fell in love with her and let her go all at the same time.
Now she's back and pregnant with my baby.
It's time to show her she was meant for me.

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Zara

The day I picked out my wedding dress is the day I found out my fiancé was cheating on me.

After that, I needed an escape.

A distraction to take my mind off what a mess my life was.

It was supposed to be a one-night thing.

Then it turned into more.

We knew going in that it was for two weeks.

Then, two pink lines changed everything.

Gabriel

I thought I had the perfect life.

I had an amazing son, and I was running the family bar.

But all that changed the day she walked in.

She was gorgeous and funny all wrapped into one.

It was temporary, we both knew that.

She's a city girl. I'm a cowboy.

But I fell in love with her and let her go all at the same time.

Now she's back and pregnant with my baby.

It's time to show her she was meant for me.

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ZARA

The car stops, and I look out the window to see the group of women all huddled in front of the glass window. “This is it,” my mother says from beside me. “Are you ready?” I look over at her, seeing her eyes mimicking mine. The same color and shape, the rest she says is all my father, but I’m a clear mix of them both.

“I don’t think anyone is ready for that.” I point over at the women who have now turned their attention toward the black Town Car that picked us up some thirty minutes ago. I think the squealing is heard on the moon, and the door is opened by one of them.

“Zara.” My cousin and best friend Zoey sticks her head into the car. “It’s time,” she sings like she’s Mariah Carey right before her Christmas song drops after Halloween, except she sounds like cats howling in heat. Her smile fills her whole face. “Also, why is it so fucking cold in New York?”

I roll my eyes at her and get out of the car. “Don’t pretend you didn’t live here all your life just because you live in LA now.” I look at my Aunt Zara, who I’m named after, with tears in her eyes. “No tears.” I point at her, trying to be stern. “We went over this. That’s the rule.” Before I agreed to let all of them come dress shopping with me, I had two rules. Rule number one was no crying. Rule number two was that we keep our opinions to ourselves until after I say how I feel. I know I’m going to have to reel them in with rule number two since everyone is so opinionated, but I figured I would at least try.

“I know, I know.” She holds up her hands. “But I didn’t get to do this with Zoey since she eloped and took it away from me. Ripped it out of my hands.” She puts her hand to her chest as if someone inflicted her with pain.

“Wow, and we wonder where the dramatics come from in the family,” I mumble as I’m pushed aside by my mother, who gets out of the car.

“Can we please get inside?” my sister-in-law, Sofia, whines, holding her jacket closed at the chest. “It’s arctic.” She smiles at me as she shivers. She really hates the cold since she grew up in the South.

“That’s a great idea,” my Aunt Allison chimes in, walking toward the glass door and pulling it open. I watch the women form a line walking into the door. I stand here for a second on the sidewalk, staring at the glass window with two wedding dresses on headless mannequins. One is a ball gown and the other is formfitting. White flowers drape from both sides of the window, making it seem even more bridal.

An arm slips into mine, and I look over to see Zoey. “This is going to be so amazing.”

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