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Riley Hart – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com Thu, 23 Apr 2026 22:52:23 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.wownovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Riley Hart – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com 32 32 Dirty Little Secret Read Online Riley Hart http://www.wownovels.com/dirty-little-secret-read-online-riley-hart Thu, 23 Apr 2026 22:52:23 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/dirty-little-secret-read-online-riley-hart Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, M-M Romance, Taboo Authors: Riley Hart Advertisement

Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)

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James
I’m forty years old, a tenured professor with investments, property, and a 401k.

But what I crave is to submit. To hand over control to Colton. We met on an app. His needs matched mine. It was only supposed to be once, then twice. No commitment, so I don’t feel bad cutting contact.

Then my world implodes when I get custody of siblings I didn’t know I have.

Everything would have been fine, I would have survived on my own, if not for Sir, my hookup, walking through the doors of my classroom.

He’s over a decade younger than me, and now I’m his professor, yet Sir is giving me schedules I need and caretaking from a distance. I know I should stay away, but I can’t. No matter what he gives me, I want more.

Colton
I’m twenty-eight years old, starting my first semester as a transfer student at a local university, finally following my dreams.

And then I see him, the sub I haven’t stopped thinking about, the one who comes undone for me in ways I’ve never experienced before. He makes all my Dominant instincts flare to life. I’ve always loved caretaking, but James makes me need it on a bone-deep level.

It’s not long before he’s on his knees for me again, surrendering in ways we both crave. He’s forbidden, my professor, my good boy, and I’m his Sir…his dirty little secret. But it’s not enough. I want it all from him, if only he’ll let me have it.

Dirty Little Secret is a student/professor romance, with an older sub and a younger Dom. Please use the look inside feature for a more in-depth content description and warning

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CHAPTER ONE

James

May

I can’t stop my fingers from drumming against the steering wheel.

Traffic is ridiculous, which means I’m running the risk of being late. Well, not late, really, because I’m never late for anything, but running the risk of not arriving at least fifteen minutes early, like I do with everything.

What will Sir think if I’m not timely?

Tap, tap, tap, tap. My fingers continue to move as I sit at the red light, playing a rapid beat that matches my pulse.

This is my second time meeting with Colton, and I don’t want to disappoint him already. Even more importantly, being late would mess with my head, and it’s already hectic in there, no matter how much I try to pretend it’s not. That’s one of the reasons I need this—the discipline, the organization, not having to decide what to do. In every other aspect of my life, I need control, but this, in these moments and if I find the right Dom, I’m able to get out of my head and just be.

I startle when the car behind me honks, letting me know the light is green.

“Get it together, James,” I say softly to myself, frustrated I was spacing out like that. I’m usually very good at holding it together—I depend on being able to hold it together.

Focus. Most of life’s problems can be dealt with by hard work, focus, and determination, so that’s what I force myself to do the rest of the drive to the house I own in a suburban neighborhood. It’s farther from the college where I teach political science. I don’t live here. I don’t even know why I bought it, but once I started meeting up with Doms, it became a place to do that.

I pull into the driveway at three. I park beside Sir’s older SUV. I don’t know what he does for a living, but from the things he’s said and his callouses when he touches me, I assume it’s something with his hands.

It fits him. I can’t imagine him doing anything else, which is…typically not my thing, but nothing about Sir is similar to any of the Doms I’ve played with in the past—the biggest being that he’s younger than me. Twenty-eight to my forty. He mentioned his age in his bio on the BDSM site where we met. I wasn’t sure it would work, how I would feel about submitting to someone younger, but when he messaged, it had been a long time since I’d given in to this need, and everything he’d said or done had been exactly what I’d needed.

I thought it’d be a one-time thing—it usually is for me—but here we are, meeting a second time for him to control and fuck me.

My fingers tremble, frustration making the back of my neck prickle. I should have been here before him. I hate that he arrived first.

Sir is already out of his SUV by the time I get out, walking around my vehicle toward me.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I tell him, and he frowns.

“You’re not late. It’s two fifty-five. We said three. You’re all good.”

I don’t know him well—or at all, really—but from what I’ve seen, nothing seems to rattle him. It’s like everything just rolls off his shoulders, this lightness to him I’ve never had myself, and frankly, wouldn’t know what to do with.

“Thank you, but I should have arrived before you. I don’t like to leave people waiting.” Maybe that goes back to the times I would sit outside after school or at my house, waiting for my mom to come and pick me up or unlock the house so I could get in. Most of the time, it was hours. I’m sure she was never on time for anything in her whole life, but if she was, she certainly didn’t care enough about me to ever be on time for me—or sometimes, to show up at all.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Colton…Sir—I don’t even know how to think of him—gives me a mischievous smirk that’s entirely too sexy. He’s a couple of inches taller than my five ten. He’s broader, his chest and arms thicker—something else that makes me think he has a physical job. Both now and the first time we met, and in his photo online, he’s had the same light scruff along his jaw. Dark-blond hair, and his blue eyes have little lines that says he’s spent a lot of his twenty-eight years squinting in the sun or laughing.

“Is there something wrong with being respectful?” Why do people act like it’s silly to treat everyone’s time with respect and expect the same in return?

His smirk grows. Why is he like this? So…unbothered and like he’s having fun just standing here doing nothing. “No. I like it when you’re a good boy and respect Sir.”

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Sweet Obsession (Sins of the Father #3) Read Online Riley Hart http://www.wownovels.com/sweet-obsession-sins-of-the-father-3-read-online-riley-hart Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:20:05 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/sweet-obsession-sins-of-the-father-3-read-online-riley-hart Genre: Dark, Erotic, M-M Romance, Mafia Authors: Riley Hart Series: Sins of the Father Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)

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Rory
I’m beginning to unravel.

When I meet Shai Burrows, he intrigues me enough that he has me stalking him, following him, watching him.

And when I find out he’s the one who robbed me, instead of handling business, it only makes me obsess over him even more.

But I can’t just let him get away with that, so we cut a deal. Shai will work off what he owes me, with his body, something he’s as eager about as I am. Because after that first touch, our worlds collide.

We get off on danger and seek trouble we’re not supposed to find. He craves my body, and though I don’t understand it, I know I want him by my side.

He’s my obsession, and I can’t help but want more.

In fact, I want it all.

And I’ll take it.

Our world is violent and chaotic. I’ve always reveled in that, but I’m risking it all now. I need to learn control because if I lose him, no one will be able to pull me back from the edge.

Content Warning: Sweet Obsession contains violence, drug use, discussion/memory of losing a parent to suicide (flashback), past scenes of child neglect, addiction (not a main character), discussion of human trafficking, and morally gray characters with no redemption arc. This is still a Riley Hart romance though, so none of this is heavy handed and you can expect a happily ever after for our guys. Please see the next page for a more detailed content warning

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PROLOGUE

Rory

Five years old

The house is new, and I’m not sure I like it. Mom has hardly left her room. She didn’t at the old house either, but at least I knew that place better.

I don’t know where my dad is. He left yesterday, and I haven’t seen him since. I heard him talking about working for the O’Sheas now…maybe that’s why we moved here?

“Mom?”

She stirs in bed. “Hi, sweetheart.” She tries to smile, but it looks hard. Why is it hard for her to smile?

“Do you want to make a plane with me?” It’s one of the only things that can get her out of bed sometimes. She does most of the work, but I’m learning, and I like that she makes them for me, with me. It’s my favorite thing.

“A little later, okay?” She rolls over, her back to me. “Mom is really tired.”

She’s always tired. Mom and Dad fight about it a lot.

My stomach is growling, so I go into the kitchen, make a bowl of cereal, and eat it. I explore the house, play outside. Some kids tried to talk to me, but I threw rocks at them until they left me alone.

Dad is still gone and Mom’s still sleeping when I go inside. Maybe she’s hungry too! If I make her some food, maybe she won’t be tired anymore.

I find a pan—most things are still in boxes—then push a chair to the sink so I can fill it with water. Once it’s full, I push the chair to the stove and set the pan on top before turning the burner on.

Mesmerized by the sparking blue flames, I watch it for a few minutes, then get bored and explore the house some more. There are so many rooms! It’s not until I hear the weird popping sound that I remember and run back into the kitchen to see the water boiling over, hitting the pretty flames. I don’t want to turn it off because I like how it looks, getting lost in it for a minute, watching more water boil over.

When I hear the front door open, I know I’ll get in trouble, so I rush to turn off the burner, hot water splashing my hand, a sharp sting burning my skin, but I don’t make a sound.

“Jesus, Rory. What are you doing?” Dad asks, but I don’t answer. I always disappoint him, and I hate that. I just want to make him proud. “Did you hear me?”

I turn to the man with him and scowl. “Who are you?”

“Don’t talk to him that way.” Dad grabs me by the arm, pulling me off the chair. “You show him respect.”

“It’s fine,” the man says, kneeling in front of me. “I’m Rian. Nice to meet you, Rory.”

He holds his hand out for me, but I don’t take it.

“How was school today?” he asks.

“I don’t go to school,” I snap.

“Preschool?” he asks.

“I don’t need it. I’m a big boy.” But it looks fun on the shows I watch.

“Keeva hasn’t enrolled him here yet,” Dad says, but he’s lying. I’ve never gone to school at all. I asked once if I could go, and Mom said soon.

“He’s almost six, correct? Get it done.” Rian stands. “Moira can help if needed.”

My dad’s hands tighten into fists. I can tell he’s mad, but he only nods.

“Go get your things,” Rian tells my dad, who glances at me, then goes upstairs.

“Have you ever gone to preschool?” he asks. I shake my head. “Where is your mom?”

“Fuck you.”

He cocks a brow. “You have your dad’s fire. That will get you in trouble with the wrong person. You need to learn when to tame it.”

Rian walks away, looking until he finds the room my mom is sleeping in downstairs. He walks over to the bed, but she doesn’t notice.

“Does she do this often?”

I want to say fuck you again, but I don’t want him to be angry at her. “It’s not her fault. She’s sad.”

He sighs, and I’m scared I got her in trouble.

“You pack some clothes too. Your father will be gone for a few days. You’re going to my house. I have a son your age—Cillian. He’s in preschool.”

“I’m not leaving her.” I cross my arms, and he smiles. Why is he smiling?

“Yes, you are. She’ll be okay. Moira will help.” I don’t know who Moira is, but…I want to go with him. I want to meet Cillian. I don’t want to be alone. I’m so bored.

“She’ll make sure Mom is okay?”

“I promise,” Rian replies.

I nod, then run to my room, throw clothes in a bag, and race back downstairs before they leave me.

“She’s okay. She’s just sick,” I hear Dad tell Rian.

“The boy doesn’t need to be alone.” Rian looks up and sees me, ending the conversation. “Let’s go.” He walks toward the door.

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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)

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Anthony
I’m the last single member of the Jilted Exes’ Club, and I have no plans to change that.

I’m fulfilled with my work at the club, dance classes, yoga, and the Exes. Plus, I’ve been extremely preoccupied with one Kason Maddox, the LA Rebels’ goalie. Let’s just say that since we’ve become friends, my eyes might drift in his general direction a little too much. But it’s only looking. And looking never harmed anyone…

Eventually, our texting sessions lead to dinners out and ending our nights watching our favorite shows. But when the paparazzi catch sight of us and the photos go viral, I suddenly find out I’ve had a boyfriend and didn’t know—a boyfriend without the benefits. And I’m thinking we should reconsider the benefits in this relationship if we are going to be in one.

Kason
So…I thought we were dating. Turns out, the guy I was dating had no idea that’s what we were doing. Friend-zoned without even knowing it. Cool. The equivalent of taking a puck to the face.

But due to an innocent little photo or two, now everyone thinks we’re together, so we have three

1- Stop hanging out to silence the rumors.
2- Hang out as friends and ignore the gossip blogs.
3- Start dating—and both of us are aware of said dating this time.

I know which one I’m rooting for. And if I have to use a little dirty talk and some praise to shift things in my favor, I’m game

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PROLOGUE

Anthony

Twelve years old

I’ve never been in such a nice house. It’s like a mansion or one of those places you see on television or hear about in fancy areas of Hollywood where all the stars live. Logically, I knew they had them in Missouri too, but not in my neighborhood or any neighborhood I’ve ever been to.

But now…now this is my neighborhood, and I’m staying with an uncle I didn’t know existed. I’m wearing the kind of nice clothes I never dreamed I could have, and going to a private school with uniforms and kids who look at me like I’m something they stepped in. I might not have had friends at my old school either, but at least they never saw me as trash the way these kids do.

The way my uncle and his wife do.

The teacher’s outside the classroom, and everyone is chatting and joking around me. I tug on the collar of my shirt, wondering how these are comfortable for anyone. Why do we have to have collars and buttons that try to strangle us?

A ball of paper flies across the row and hits me in the side of the head. Anger burns up my spine, exploding at the base of my nape.

“Hey, do you talk?” the asshole asks.

“I don’t think he talks,” another guy says.

“He’s just shy. Leave him alone,” follows a softer, more feminine voice.

“Aww, Wendy, do you have a crush on the new boy who doesn’t know how to talk?”

“Shut up, Lance! Maybe I just feel bad for him. His mom didn’t even love him. She’s abandoned him.”

I listen to them argue around me, about me, the muscles in my body getting tighter, my skin feeling hotter.

It’s not until Lance says, “He’s a loser, a weirdo. If I was his mom, I would have left him too. I feel sorry for his uncle—”

I fly out of the chair before he can get another word out. It’s the first time I’ve ever been in a fight. Lance is taller and broader than me, with a whole lot more muscle, but I don’t care. I get two good hits in before our teacher is back, another one with her, the two of them pulling us apart.

My aunt has to come down to the school to get me after that. She doesn’t speak to me in the car, just tells me they won’t tolerate fighting and sends me to my room.

When I hear my uncle get home, I sneak quietly down the stairs, planning to try to explain what happened. When I hit the third step from the bottom, I hear them.

“Can’t we send him somewhere? You know I don’t want him here, Pete,” my aunt says.

“Keeping him isn’t my first choice either, but I’m not sending him away. At least not yet.”

I listen while they argue about me, about how they never wanted kids but got stuck with me, before I turn, slip back up the stairs, turn on music, and dance. It’s the only place I’ve ever felt like I belong anyway. Dancing is better than crying. I don’t need them, I don’t need anyone, as long as I have this.

I make it through the rest of middle school without any further incidents. I keep to myself, not really knowing how to interact with anyone, even if one of them did want me. But they don’t, just like my mom didn’t, my dad, or my aunt and uncle.

It’s two weeks into my freshman year of high school, when I sneak into the dance studio at lunch. It’s a state-of-the-art facility, their program one of the best in the state. I dance to music that’s only inside my head, lose myself to the movement, to this one and only thing in my life that I love. The only thing that loves me back. Maybe that sounds ridiculous, but I feel it and know it’s true.

By the time I’m done, tears are in my eyes, heart pounding against my chest, breaths heaving, when I hear, “That was incredibly beautiful.”

I jump at the sound of the voice. “Sorry. I’ll go,” I tell the woman.

“Please don’t. What’s your name?”

I look away. “Anthony Damiani, ma’am.”

She smiles, her black twists pulled up into a bun. “Anthony, we would love to have you on our dance team. Have you considered joining?”

It’s all I’ve ever wanted, but I don’t know if I could perform in front of people. “I don’t…I don’t know if I can.”

She looks at me with kindness mixed with sadness. “My name is Aliyah, and I’m the dance coach. I could help you if you’d like.”

My heart soars, hope I haven’t felt in too long, maybe ever, building inside me. I don’t know how I’ll do this, how I’ll get over my issues to have it, but I want it…no, I need it. I don’t care what it takes to have dance, but I’ll find a way. “Yes. Please.”

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The Holiday Exchange Read Online Riley Hart, Christina Lee http://www.wownovels.com/the-holiday-exchange-read-online-riley-hart-christina-lee Wed, 19 Nov 2025 18:26:41 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/the-holiday-exchange-read-online-riley-hart-christina-lee Genre: M-M Romance, Novella Authors: Christina Lee, Riley Hart Advertisement

Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30544 (not accurate)
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Dawson

I have the most ridiculous crush on Briar, a customer who frequents my café. We never run out of things to talk about, and I find myself looking forward to his visits.

Just when I’m about to ask him on a date, he shows up at Sip and Savor with none other than my twin, who beat me to the punch. Definitely not how I hoped things would go.

Except my brother isn’t the settling-down type, so three months into dating Briar, he chooses the worst time to dump him—right before Christmas and straight after Briar asks Nathan to accompany him home for the holidays.

As I try to console Briar, he surprises me by cooking up a plot straight out of the movies, where I go home to Maine with him, pretending to be his boyfriend.

It’s supposed to be a friendly favor, I get a trip to the perfect Christmas town, and Briar can save face with his family and childhood ex. Only just like back in Boston, we have fun together, get each other, and I swear the spark I always felt between us grows.

But how does a guy tell his twin’s ex that he’s had feelings for him all along? And can what starts out as a holiday exchange turn into the perfect happily ever after?

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PROLOGUE

DAWSON

Thursday afternoons around two are always dead at Sip and Savor. I don’t know what it is, maybe because it’s close to the end of the workweek, after lunch, and no one thinks it’s a good time for a smoothie or acai bowl, but like clockwork, at about one thirty, people start migrating out, and by two, it’s just me and my coworker. Once in a while there’s a straggler or two still around. Today it’s someone in the corner, with earbuds and a laptop with an “I don’t know how to make you care about others” sticker on it.

Nice touch, if you ask me.

The slower pace isn’t what I look forward to every Thursday, though. Nope. It’s because it’s when he comes in.

Briar.

An adorable, slightly self-conscious tech guy who works about a block away. It’s not the only day he comes in, but I can always count on seeing Briar every Thursday afternoon.

After the first three weeks, I started to look forward to it, and now, two months in, it’s the highlight of my week…which is maybe a little or a lot embarrassing. Why do I get so excited chatting with a random guy? Especially one that, at least on paper, isn’t my type.

Where my hair reaches my shoulders, his is always neat and styled, along with his clothes, which consist mostly of khakis and button-downs. On days when he’s meeting important clients, he adds a tie and jacket.

He went to college for computer science, and I had no idea what I wanted until two years ago, when my favorite smoothie place went up for sale and I decided this was the dream I didn’t know I had.

Briar is smart, sophisticated in his own way, and…a little like my twin brother, Nathan, if I’m being honest, which is a strange thought since I have the most ridiculous crush on the guy.

Briar. Not my brother, of course.

The thing is, those similarities are all surface level. Nathan is charismatic and knows it, while Briar is slightly shy, unpretentious, and from what I can tell, humble. He’s subtly funny but doesn’t seem to realize it. And he blushes cutely at the simplest compliment.

I like being around him.

I like talking to him.

I have no idea if he’s interested in me, but I’ve finally decided to ask him out.

Today. Only, he’s not here yet.

The door opens, and I look up just as he walks in. His short brown hair has a bit of a wave today, but it’s still as neat as always, freshly cut, and he’s clean-shaven. And his brown eyes…I swear they look like the finest cognac. My lips automatically pull into a grin, Briar chuckling too… What is he laughing at? I wonder, but then…then he steps aside, and Nathan walks in behind him.

My stomach twists. My twin and I have an…interesting relationship. I love him. I care about him. I’d do anything for him, but I also never feel as small as I do when Nathan is around. That’s not his fault, of course. He can’t help that he’s larger than life and everyone loves him, but it leaves me feeling insignificant more often than not.

“Hey, Dawson!” Briar gives me a beaming smile that makes me weak in the knees. “I didn’t know you have a twin! We work in the same building. We met today and decided to have lunch together.”

Because of course they did. That’s just my luck, isn’t it?

“Yep. That’s my brother,” I say, trying to hide my disappointment. Not in being related to Nathan, but him having met Briar.

“Big brother,” Nathan corrects.

I roll my eyes. “By three minutes.”

“Still your big brother.” He grins, then nods toward Briar behind him and fans himself, signaling he finds Briar hot.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

“Do you want your usual?” I ask Briar, ignoring my brother. I feel bad about it, but God, can’t I have this one thing? And I admit I don’t know Briar well, and I was just thinking how they’re similar, but the thought of my brother pursuing him makes my gut sour.

Like I said, I love my brother, but he’s not the relationship type. He cycles through men and women like it’s his job, and while there’s nothing wrong with that as long as they’re both on the same page, I’d rather my crush not be one of them. He might not mean it, but the truth is, Nathan can be a little selfish. He doesn’t always think about others.

“Yes, thank you. What about you, Nathan? My treat,” Briar tells him.

His treat. I know what that means.

Nathan gives me his order, and I watch as the two of them head to a table and sit down together.

Andrea, my employee, starts preparing their chicken pesto wraps while I make Briar’s latte and Nathan’s smoothie.

Nathan must be saying something charming and hilarious because Briar is laughing again.

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Sweet Vengeance (Sins of the Father #2) Read Online Riley Hart http://www.wownovels.com/sweet-vengeance-sins-of-the-father-2-read-online-riley-hart Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:14:20 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/sweet-vengeance-sins-of-the-father-2-read-online-riley-hart Genre: Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, M-M Romance Authors: Riley Hart Series: Sins of the Father Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 108
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Cillian

I can’t figure out why I’m so intrigued by Ollie Gibson.

He’s nothing like me—soft where my world is hard, sweet and kind while I’ve grown up around violence.

But there’s a fire to him that sparks the one inside me, loyalty that calls to me, and bravery I respect even if it gets him in trouble.

When Ollie’s hurt and we don’t know if the men who attacked him will come back for more, I can’t stop myself from claiming him. There’s nothing I won’t do to protect him, even go behind his back for vengeance.

I crave him—both the sweetness and the fire, the innocence and the dirty boy he turns into under my touch.

I’ll kill for him, turn my world upside down for him, share my pain and secrets with him. Ollie helps me deal with it all—even the drama with my father.

It’s supposed to be temporary. I’m not supposed to want more, but I’m determined to keep him, and for a reason I can’t understand, Ollie wants me too.

The future lawyer and the criminal. The Good Samaritan and the killer. We’re living between two worlds, this place where vengeance can be sweet and our differences don’t matter. But we both know it can’t go on like this forever. If the violence of my world doesn’t tear us apart, one day Ollie will walk away…and I don’t know how to let myself lose him.

Content Warning: Sweet Vengeance contains discussion and grief over the loss of a parent, violence, darker themes, drug use, and morally gray characters with no redemption arc. This is still a Riley Hart romance though, so you can expect a happily ever after for our guys

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PROLOGUE

Cillian

Thirteen years old

I can’t believe she’s in that box.

Organ music plays in the background, everyone in church wearing black. I’m in the front row on the right, near the aisle. I’m the second one in the pew, the first being my best friend Rory, and to my right, there’s Tiernan—my cousin and other best friend. My uncle Sloan is next, followed by Aunt Fia and Tiernan’s sister Aislin. The rest of the pew and the one behind us are filled with other members of our chosen family…of our organization.

My father is nowhere to be found.

Rory shifts his leg closer to mine, pressing our thighs together. It helps my tight muscles relax, even if it doesn’t calm the ache in my chest. They didn’t say it to me, but I know Rory and Tiernan are flanking me to offer support because my mom is dead, and my dad is just…gone. The second she took her last breath, he walked out of the room, and that was five days ago. We haven’t seen him since. The only reason we’re having this service right now is because Aunt Fia organized it. I heard her talking with Uncle Sloan. He’s been in contact with my dad. I tried reaching my dad too, but he hasn’t returned my calls. I stopped trying after day two.

The service feels like it lasts a hundred years. The only reason I don’t get up and run out is because of Rory and Tiernan, who act like my guardian fucking angels at my sides. That, and I don’t want to leave my mom on this day. She already doesn’t have my father with her. I won’t leave her too.

Aunt Fia gets up and talks about her, since clearly, neither Dad nor I can handle it. She talks about how loving Mom was, her love of the piano and her family, how strong she was, how no one could keep it together quite like Moira O’Shea could. She’s right, of course. My father is a lot of things—a criminal, a killer, calculating, tough, brave, smart—but she was his rock. She carried some of his strength. His burdens were hers. He depended on her, was fiercely loyal to her.

He loved her.

I’m still trying to figure out if he loves me.

When the service is finally over, we walk out of the church, Rory and Tiernan still with me.

Everyone approaches me, hugging and kissing me and telling me they’re sorry for my loss. Every set of eyes darts around the church stairs, where I’m stuck waiting for this deluge to end, and I know they’re all looking for my father. Where is the great Rian O’Shea after his wife died and when his son is alone?

But then, I’ll never be truly alone, will I? Not as long as I have Rory and Tiernan.

My skin starts feeling itchy, my heart beating too fast. My chest gets tight, like there’s a fist around my lungs, cutting off my airflow. I need to get the fuck out of here, need away from all these people before I explode.

When the next person approaches me—an unfamiliar woman with a sweet smile—Tiernan speaks before I have the chance. “Leave him the fuck alone,” he spits out.

She freezes, mouth hanging open like a dying fish.

Rory grabs my arm. “Get out of the way,” he says to everyone in our path as he drags me down the stairs and away from there.

Because they know I need it. They can read me as well as I can read them.

Fia calls after us, but we don’t stop, just keep going down the block, decked out in our best suits. We head straight for one of the waiting cars that’s bringing us back to Tiernan’s house, where the reception is being held. Mom always loved big events, loved parties, and especially hosting. She would play the piano at most of them, and she taught me how to play. It’s one of the things I’ll miss the most—playing the piano with her.

The driver leans against the vehicle, pushing off when he sees us and immediately opening the door. The three of us get in, and he heads around to the driver’s seat. “Should I wait for—”

“Drive the fucking car,” Tiernan interrupts.

“Yes, sir.” The man is triple our age, but he won’t deny Tiernan anything. At thirteen, he’s one of the most powerful people in Massachusetts, all because of who his father is. Because Sloan is the boss of our organization, and no one fucks with him, which means no one fucks with us.

The driver raises the divider between the front seats and the back, giving us privacy.

“I’m sorry,” I tell Tiernan because I’m sure Sloan will be pissed about this. It’s all about appearances with him, and Tiernan walking away with me… To Sloan, it makes me weak, and he’ll be angry with Tiernan for being a part of it.

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Dean
I’ve been stalking Tiernan O’Shea online for years.

After Sloan O’Shea killed my dad, my mom and I spent years in hiding, moving from state to state, changing our names, never drawing attention to ourselves, hoping to never be found.

I’ve fed off nothing but vengeance ever since.

Tiernan O’Shea is exactly like his father—arrogant, rich, ruthless.

The plan is Get accepted to Ashford U. Get close to Tiernan. Get him to trust me. And then, when he brings me home to his father, I’ll take my revenge on Sloan O’Shea.

What I don’t expect is discovering the secret side of Tiernan, the parts he doesn’t show the rest of the world. He’s as beautiful as he is brutal—deadly, yes, but he’s also the kind of man who would do anything for those he loves. We’re alike in ways I never imagined. And when he touches me, kisses me…it makes me feel like I matter.

I’ve spent my whole life hoping to even the score, but now my revenge will be bittersweet because it’ll make me lose the only man I’ve ever loved.

Content Bittersweet Revenge contains violence, darker themes, and morally gray characters with no redemption arc. This is still a Riley Hart romance though, so you can expect a happily ever after for our guys

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Name Pronunciation

Cillian—“Kill-ee-an”

Aislin—“Ash-lin”

Riordan—“Reer-don”

PROLOGUE

Dean

Four years old

I’m half asleep when I’m jerked out of bed, making my heart jump.

“Riordan. Be quiet. Come with Mommy. Hurry.”

Are we playing a game? Mommy has never woken me in the middle of the night before, and definitely not to play. I usually get in trouble if I get out of bed when I’m supposed to be in bed.

I wrap my arms around her neck, too tired to focus, too tired to do anything other than snuggle into her and try to sleep.

“Get down here, Audrey. Quick!” Daddy’s voice sounds funny, tense. Like he has to get the words out super fast.

My heart beats harder, fear beginning to clear the fog in my head. “Mommy?”

She puts her hand on the back of my head, lifting me higher against her. I wrap my legs around her waist. “Shh. It’s fine.” She kisses my forehead. “Everything is going to be fine.” She hurries down the stairs, then into the living room.

“Come on.” Daddy pulls us toward the hidden door in the bookcase. He always says it’s a secret. We’re not allowed to tell anyone about it, not even family. Just me, Mommy, and Daddy. He says it’s to keep us safe, but why would he need to keep us safe from the people we love?

“Daddy?” I ask, pulling my face out of Mommy’s neck. She smells like strawberries, the scent fading when I’m not as close.

“It’s okay, big guy. I need you to do me a favor. I need you to be real quiet and not say a word. Can you do that for me?”

I nod, my floppy blond hair in my eyes. It’s the same color as Mommy’s, not dark like Daddy’s.

“That’s my big boy. I also need you to do one more thing for me…I need you to take care of your mom for me. You always protect her, and you always take care of her. That’s your most important job.”

I smile. I love it when he gives me something to do. I know he’s super important, and it makes me feel important too. “I’ll do it! I’ll take care of her!” I say excitedly, but then ask, “Where will you be?” Is he going on a trip? To work with Uncle Sloan? He’s not really my uncle, but Daddy says we’re a family. We’re all family. Part of the O’Sheas.

“Right here,” he says, his smile not looking like it normally does. “I’ll always be with you.”

“Liam.” Mommy’s voice cracks on his name, her body shaking, which makes mine shake too.

“I’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. Just a precaution, all right?”

She nods, just as we hear the sound of a car door closing outside. “Fuck.” Daddy kisses me, then her. “I love you both. So much. I’ll always love you. You’re the most important thing in this world to me.” He looks at me, his eyes wet. Is he crying? I didn’t know dads could cry. I’ve never seen mine do it before. “I’m prouder of you than anything I’ve ever done. Now go.”

Mommy runs to the bookshelf and clicks the button so the door opens. Quickly, we rush inside, both of us watching Daddy, like something really bad is happening.

A second later, we’re surrounded by darkness.

“Mommy?”

“Shh. You can’t talk. Let’s play a game. If you can be really, really quiet until Mommy says you can speak again, we’ll get ice cream and video games.”

I smile. “Vanilla.”

She kisses my cheek. “Yes, sweet boy.”

Vanilla is my favorite.

We sit down, and she pulls me close, her arm around me.

“Why are we in here?” I ask.

“We’re playing a game, remember?”

A tear lands on my cheek. If this is a game, why is Mommy crying?

Muffled sounds come from the other side of the wall, voices getting louder and louder. Mommy’s shaking gets harder too.

I’m scared now, though I don’t understand what’s going on. Why are we hiding? Are bad guys here? Daddy says we always have to watch for bad guys. It’s what the family does. But if they’re here, why didn’t Daddy call Uncle Sloan? Uncle Sloan is the boss. Everyone listens to him. He would help.

Mommy leans forward, flicking something open, and then we can see through a small crack in the shelf. We’re low to the ground, so I don’t see faces, but I recognize Daddy’s sleep pants.

“You fucked up, Liam.”

Oh…Uncle Sloan is here. There’s a sharp bite to his voice. I don’t like it when he’s angry. He gets really scary.

“Where’s Rian?” Daddy asks.

“Think he’s going to save you?” Uncle Sloan snaps.

My eyes fill with tears, my stomach twists. Something is very wrong. If there’s one thing we never want to do, it’s make Uncle Sloan mad.

“Where are they?” Uncle Sloan asks.

“Gone. You think I’m stupid enough not to send Audrey and Riordan away?”

Why would Uncle Sloan think he’s stupid? And we’re here, right here, hiding.

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Donovan
What’s a little marriage of convenience between best friends?
I’ve always worked hard to keep the friendship line firmly in place when it comes to Eric. I’m gay, and he’s straight. We’re best friends and nothing more. But he’s my person, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Which is why when I find out he’s struggling financially and doesn’t have medical insurance, I blurt out six friendship-altering words: I want you to marry me.

Eric
Donovan’s my best friend, the most important person in my life… And he wants to marry me.
Okay, so maybe I haven’t made the best decisions lately. I took a job with no health insurance and no guaranteed money, which was working out fine, if not for the whole getting-injured-and-fired thing. But Donovan has come up with a solution. Marriage. Living together. There’s a small chance we’re a tad codependent, but I always want to be with him, so signing a marriage license shouldn’t really change much. Until the kissing starts…and the touching…and the exploring… And all I know is, I want more. So much more from my husband.
Playing pretend with Donovan is the realest thing I’ve ever felt, and though divorce was the ultimate plan, I’m not sure I want this to end.

Content Warning: MC without medical insurance, discussion on the risks of not having medical insurance, discussion about losing a parent to cancer (in the past).

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PROLOGUE

Donovan

Fourteen years old

I wake up in the morning with my body betraying me. I ache all over, my joints an uncomfortable combination of pain, burning, and throbbing.

Of course I’d have a flare-up of my JIA today. Sometimes I think juvenile idiopathic arthritis wants to ruin my life. Not that I have much of a life, and while some of that can be blamed on my JIA, it doesn’t take all the credit.

I’m…well, not the most popular, or the coolest, or a million other things. If it wasn’t for my best friend Eric, I’m not sure I would have a life outside of my parents.

I don’t understand why he puts up with me, why he likes to spend time with me, when I’m…me. The nerdy guy who’s too small for his age, whom everyone told he’s gay before he ever had the chance to work it out himself—not that I’ve verbalized it out loud to anyone yet, not even to Eric.

He’s the polar opposite of me in every way—outgoing, liked by everyone, athletic—and yet, he chooses me. He’s always by my side, always got my back, even on days like today when I’ll have to let him down because I can’t go out.

On his fifteenth birthday.

Go me.

Greatest Best Friend Ever award goes to…

I know I should try to do some of my stretches, try to work on the things I learn in physical therapy, but sometimes I just don’t have the energy. I’m so tired of dealing with this. It’s not fair that I have so many things to deal with. Not only my illness, but missing out on typical kid stuff, and my family’s struggles, and oh, let’s not forget because it bears repeating, being a huge nerd.

We keep a small fridge by my bed, and I wince as I reach over, grab some water, and take my medication. My body screams at me, and I know it will be even worse when I have to get up in a little while to go to the bathroom.

My parents are at work. They have to work so hard to make ends meet, and sometimes even that isn’t enough. Especially because of my medical bills. They don’t know that I hear them talking sometimes, worrying about costs, complaining about how bad our coverage is, wondering how they’ll make it all work.

My eyes pool with tears at the thought, but I swat them away, then take my time, forcing myself to sit on the edge of the bed, while my hips, knees, ankles, and feet feel like someone is trying to rip them from my body.

I ignore the walker because it makes me sad to use it, and I shuffle slowly to the bathroom. It takes everything in me to make it there, pee, wash my hands, and get back to bed, and when I slump there, I feel like I just ran twenty miles.

I wince when my phone rings, knowing without looking that it’s Eric. Part of me wants to ignore it, but I know him. If I don’t answer, he’ll keep calling or show up, and I don’t want to ruin his birthday even more. But then, maybe it’s better that I won’t be there. It’s always awkward when I’m around Eric’s other friends. There’s no doubt in my mind they all wonder why he likes me. Why he insists on bringing me to everything they do.

“Happy birthday!” I say into the phone, trying not to sound like I’m in as much pain as I’m in. Sometimes it’s debilitating, and I just lie around and cry.

“What’s wrong?” Eric asks, and my heart drops.

“What? Nothing. I’m fine!” I’m not sure how I plan to play that off, considering I’m about to tell him I can’t come over for his birthday. Sometimes it’s a pain in the butt to have someone who knows me so well.

“Are you sure? You sound off.”

“I said I’m fine,” I snap, then immediately feel guilty. He just wants to help, and he does, but sometimes I feel helpless, and that sucks. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“What time do you want my mom to come get you?” He lives only a few blocks away, and while exercise is good for me, he doesn’t want me to have to walk and then be at his party all day. Depending on how I’m doing, my body can get achy easily. “I want you to get here before everyone else.”

Guilt covers me like a too heavy blanket during a heat wave.

“I, um…I won’t be able to come to your party. I can hardly move today.” And I don’t like people to see me when I feel this way. Outside my family and medical team, it’s mostly only Eric or his mom who have.

“Oh. It’s okay, D. Maybe I can cancel my party and come there instead. We can—”

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Rhett

I’m the eldest Swift brother, the one who should have taken care of my siblings and protected them, but I’ve never been the kind of brother they deserve.

Both Morgan and East had the courage to walk away from our abusive father before I did, but now that I have, there’s no turning back. With that comes the realization that my whole life has been spent trying to be exactly what my father wanted, what I hate.

My brothers are moving on with their lives, and that brings Tripp Cassidy and his daughter, Meadow, into my orbit. For a reason I can’t understand, they both seem to like me. Tripp asks me about my favorite things, pushes me to figure out my dreams, and at thirteen years old, Meadow knows herself better than I ever have.

Every day I spend with Tripp, I can’t stop myself from looking at him differently, from craving him like I’ve never craved anyone. I haven’t been with a man, but from Tripp’s first touch, I never want him to stop.

There’s a lot to figure out—Tripp has been burned by love before, and he has Meadow to consider. I’m still working through my guilt and learning how to be the brother and man I’ve always wished I’d been. But for the first time in my life, true happiness is within reach, if only I could find a way to grab it.

Rhett is the emotional, hopeful, final book in the Swift Brothers series. It’s a small-town, hurt/comfort, single-dad romance with mature characters, demisexual awakening, strong family vibes, and the happily ever after they deserve. Rhett deals with sensitive themes of grief, loss of a parent/sibling (in the past), verbal/emotional abuse by a parent.

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PROLOGUE

Rhett

Nine years old

“Rhett, Morgan, I’d like to speak to you for a moment,” Dad says. He doesn’t wait for a reply because he knows we’ll listen. At least, I always do. When he needs me for something or tells us to do something is the only time he really pays attention to me, and I soak up those moments.

It’s not his fault he doesn’t have a lot of time for me and my younger brother, Morgan. He’s super busy and important. He works in Congress and has so many people depending on him. That’s a whole lot more important than doing things like helping with homework, playing ball, or teaching me to build things. He makes other people’s lives better, and one day, I’m going to be just like him. We’ve already got it all planned out. It makes him proud when he talks to me about going to Harvard the way he did, becoming a lawyer, and then going into politics, and it makes me feel good to make him proud.

“Yes, sir,” I rush out, hurrying along behind him. He hates it when I dawdle, when I don’t show appreciation for all the things he does for me.

I throw a glance over my shoulder and see Morgan taking his time. I want to tell him to hurry so he doesn’t upset Dad, how much it means to Dad when we show him that we listen to the lessons he gives us. Plus, I hate it when he yells at us, and Dad’s likely to do that if Morgan annoys him. But Dad always tells me that I need to let Morgan sink or swim, that sometimes he’s too soft and I’m not doing him any favors by trying to help him out.

I hurry and sit down in one of the chairs in Dad’s home office. He’s on the other side of the desk, looking at paperwork and ignoring us. I slump at first, then realize what I’m doing and sit up straight the way he does. It always frustrates him when I slump.

“Sit down, Morgan,” Dad tells him, ignoring me. I try not to deflate. It’s stupid. Do I expect him to tell me good job for sitting up straight?

Morgan doesn’t even try to look interested as he slinks into the room and plops into the chair beside mine. I almost look at him, but instead focus on Dad the way he likes.

“Your mother is taking a nap, but we decided it’s time to tell you she’s pregnant. She’s twelve weeks along, but we wanted to wait before we said anything.”

My heartbeat jumps. A baby? I know how much Mom wants another one. It frustrates Dad when they speak about it. I know because he talks to me sometimes, tells me how he’s happy with us and doesn’t understand why Mom isn’t happy with me and Morgan too. I guess I get why she would want a girl so bad, and I want her to be happy. I want to think it’s not that Morgan and I aren’t enough, but then why would my dad say that if it wasn’t true?

“She’s going to have a baby?” Morgan asks, finding his voice before me. He’s better with people. Everyone likes him. I don’t know how he does that, and every time I try, it never works. I’m too boring, too serious, just not as good as he is.

“Two, actually. Your mother is having twins. I’m going to be honest with you because you’re the men of the house while I’m working.” Dad spends a lot of time in Detroit and Washington, DC, for his job. We stay home in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. “This is a high-risk pregnancy for her. I’ll be depending on you both to take care of her.”

Is she going to be okay? Is this safe? His statement sucks the breath out of me, but I do my best to ignore it, to pretend I’m not worried and can handle this. I won’t ever let anything happen to Mom. “I’ll take care of her! Whatever you need, Dad!” I say, just as Morgan asks, “Is she okay?”

My gaze immediately shoots to Dad, wondering if he’s going to give Morgan a hard time for asking. It makes Morgan cry when Dad gets mad at him, and I hate that, but at the same time, why can’t he just try and be the way Dad teaches us to be?

“Yes, she’s okay, and she’s going to be okay,” he says, and I breathe a little easier. Dad is the kind of man who always gets what he wants, who always knows what will happen, and if he says Mom will be okay, she will be.

“We’ll do whatever we have to do,” I tell him. “I’ll make sure of it. She won’t have to lift a finger for anything!” I promise while my brother is quiet beside me.

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The Step Dare (Peach State Stepbros #3) Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack http://www.wownovels.com/the-step-dare-peach-state-stepbros-3-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Wed, 19 Mar 2025 15:56:59 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/the-step-dare-peach-state-stepbros-3-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Devon McCormack, Riley Hart Series: Devon McCormack
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TAYLOR

I'm the quiet one.
At a party, I'll be sipping from my Solo cup, hanging by my much chattier best friend Brenner.
Easygoing, all smiles, and hot as hell, Brenner always has his pick of guy or girl by the end of the night.
I do fine, but I don't trust easily, so he's one of the few people who really knows me.
We do everything together—studying, playing video games, and occasionally, ridiculous dares.
Like this latest dare.
I've always considered myself straight, but recently, I've been curious.
And what better way to explore this uncharted territory than with my bi bestie, who, given his long list of satisfied hookups, I know will do the job right.
I expected it to be good.
I wasn't prepared for how it would leave me hungry for so much more, needing Bren to show me what I've been missing out on.
What is it they say? It's always the quiet ones...

BRENNER

What's that saying...never met a stranger?
That's me. I'll talk to anyone, anytime.
It's how Taylor and I became friends, and I'm thankful for that every day.
He's my chill, zero-effs-given, video-game-loving bestie.
Whom I'm now hooking up with.
It's just fun, but then our parents drop the bomb on us that they've been secretly dating.
Oh, and they're in love and getting married in just a few months' time.
As hot as the idea of him being my stepbro is, we agree we should stop our little...extracurriculars...because what if it comes between our parents?
But keeping our hands to ourselves proves easier said than done.
I've become addicted to Taylor, and he to me.
What our parents don't know won't hurt them, right? And it's not like this means anything.
Only...the more we mess around, the more I realize it does.
What started out as just a good time has become so much more, but with everything that's at stake, do we stop now, or do we dare take a chance on what's happening between us?

Content Warning: The Step Dare is a steamy, low-angst romance, but it contains content that some readers may find triggering, including discussions about grieving the loss of a parent and the loss of an infant.

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PROLOGUE

Brenner

Late spring

fUcKboi4lifE: Show me your dick.

The message came through a little while ago. It’s from this guy I’ve been talking to on a hookup app. We haven’t met up yet because every time we try, something goes wrong. All we want is to have sex, yet the universe keeps cock-blocking us.

Me: Can’t. I’m at work for another hour. Meet afterward?

fUcKboi4lifE: Will be busy. Maybe next time.

Well, shit. That sucks. Not that I care too much about meeting up with him specifically, but I would, in fact, like to get laid. It happens to be one of my favorite pastimes—that along with video games and drinking too much coffee when I already have more energy than should belong in one body. I’m basically a storm of chaos, but most of the time I feel like I do a good enough job hiding it.

I shove my phone into my pocket just as a customer comes to the counter. “Hello. What can I get you today?” I ask the woman. She’s gorgeous, with thick, black curls and pretty brown skin. She’s probably about my age—early twenties—and considering the Feral Fox Café is close to Peach State University, I wonder if she’s a student too. I haven’t seen her around campus.

“A twenty-ounce iced caramel latte with an extra shot.” She gives me a smile that shoots right to my balls. I’m not real religious, but sometimes the Lord taketh away my first hookup opportunity, only to giveth something else. Or wait. Maybe it’s the other way around and he gives and takes away. Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyway.

“My favorite,” I tell her, and I’m not even making that up. It’s what I always order. “I wonder what else we have in common,” I flirt while ringing her up.

“You’re good,” she confirms.

“I’ve been practicing a while.”

“The thing is…I only like girls. I give you an A for effort, though.”

I laugh because, of course, that’s just my luck today—a beautiful woman and she happens to be a lesbian. “One of those days.”

“Eh, you’re cute. I’m sure you’ll meet someone else.” Her eyes shoot to my name tag. “Brenner. I’m Mila, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” And really, it is. It’s not all about sex with me, and I’m the type of person who’s never met a stranger. Scratch that. I like to talk to any and everyone, but I let in very few people, if at all, so I’m not sure the analogy works.

I finish making her coffee and hand it over.

“Maybe I’ll see you again sometime, Brenner. I’m transferring to Peach State next year.”

There’s only a couple of weeks left in this school year, so I say, “I won’t be working during the summer, but I’m down if you wanna share your snap.” I always head back home to stay with Dad over the summer.

We exchange info, and then Mila heads out. I’m sure she wants to get to know a friend or two on campus, which I totally understand.

Since we’re slow, I make myself a caramel latte too. Frank, the owner, doesn’t mind if we have free drinks while on shift. I suck it down quickly and start wiping off machines, counters, checking inventory—anything to keep myself busy until it’s time to clock out.

Just when my shift is about to end, the door opens, and I look up, expecting to see another customer, but it’s my best friend, Taylor. We went to the same high school, and then we both ended up choosing Peach State. We spent our teenage years bonding over video games and…well, honestly, Tay and I don’t have a whole lot in common. He’s straight, I’m bi. He’s quieter than me—most of the time, I can’t shut up. But we work.

“Hey, Tay. What’s up?” I take off my apron and hang it up.

“You out of here?” Jess, one of the other employees, asks.

“Yep. See you later.” I tell her goodbye, then clock out on my phone and meet Taylor on the other side of the counter.

Taylor’s in one of his signature tank tops, showing off his lean but naturally defined arms. He runs his fingers through his dirty-blond bangs, a vacant look in his eyes as he reads something on his phone. I’m not even sure he’s noticed me or realizes I spoke to him until he says, “I’m bored. I messaged Atlas to see what he’s up to, but he’s busy with Troy.” Atlas is our other good friend. He started dating his stepbrother a while back and spends most of his spare time with him now. “Then I thought I would see what Ash and Colin are up to, but they’re doing one of their semi-public sex things. Their bedroom door was open, and they weren’t exactly quiet.”

Colin and Ash are yet another set of stepbrothers who have recently started dating. Clearly, there’s something in the water. The only reason I feel safe from accidentally catching a relationship is the fact that I have zero stepsiblings. Dad hasn’t even dated since my mom passed away ten years ago. Losing her was hard on both of us, and I don’t think either of us knows how to put our heart out there.

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JT

For as long as I can remember, I’ve craved submission, but have struggled to put my wants into words. Then along comes a man online that I know only as Sir, and the connection is instant. Our desires align in a way I’ve never experienced. Anonymous or not, Sir is exactly what I’m looking for.

After several intense online sessions, no faces involved, we finally agree to meet. Except the man waiting for me isn’t a stranger—it’s my dad’s lifelong best friend, Marshall.

Marsh

John’s my chosen family, my safe space. The only thing we don’t see eye to eye on are my personal needs in the bedroom. So, when his son, JT, turns out to be the first person who’s excited me in longer than I can remember, I’m devastated. John would never forgive me if I let this happen.

And I try to stay away, I swear, but I can’t.

What starts out as simple fulfilment of physical desires grows into something more. The trust JT and I share, his submission…it reaches me on levels I didn’t know were possible. He makes me crave forever.

JT is mine, but to claim him, I’m sure to lose everything else in the process.

Mine is a dad’s best friend, steamy romance. Naughtier than most of my books, please use the look inside feature to check the content warning.

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PROLOGUE

Marshall

The sound of muffled voices through the wall gets louder and louder. Mom and her new boyfriend are fighting again. It doesn’t matter who the guy of the moment is, things are always like this—the honeymoon period followed by an up-and-down relationship where one minute they love each other and the next they hate each other.

She loves to argue, to have the last word, and thrives on drama, and so does every boyfriend she chooses. It’s a recipe for disaster, and I’m just along for the ride.

I can’t wait to get the fuck out of this house. If it was my choice, I wouldn’t ever sleep here, and a lot of the time, I don’t. For most of my life I’ve spent more time at my best friend John’s house than I do at my own. His parents are great and accept me as if I’m another son to them. John treats me like a brother. He didn’t so much as blink when I told him I’m bisexual, something I’ve only shared with him. He has my back and even said he would ask his parents if I could officially move in with them, but no matter how chaotic my life is at home, I’ve never been willing to let him do that.

I feel guilty for wanting to leave my mom because I know she feels like everyone leaves her, like she’s something to be thrown away, but what she doesn’t realize is how she’s passing that down to me. She always chooses the man she’s dating over me, will leave me for weeks at a time with John so she can party and travel and do her own thing, then when things go to shit, she reels me back in. Tells me it’s just the two of us against the world. And sometimes it feels that way until she meets someone new again.

The yelling continues.

Then heavy stomping down the hallway until it’s too far away to hear any longer.

That’s Lyle.

Softer stomping.

Mom.

The front door slams, shaking the house. That means he went outside, wanting to leave, but she’ll try to get him to stay. If I hang around any longer, they’ll be making up, and I definitely don’t want to hear that part.

I can go to John’s. I know that. He’ll probably be pissed at me if I don’t. John is the kind of guy who wants to be everything to everyone. He can do anything, but he’s also not a dick about it, which I don’t think happens very often. But damn, I feel like a loser having to depend on him, always knocking on his window in the middle of the night so he can let me inside. For his parents making extra dinner in case I show up.

When Mom and Lyle stumble back into the house, her bedroom door closing almost as hard as the front door had moments before, I get out of bed. Hearing your mom have sex? That’s never fun, and in our tiny two-bedroom house with its thin walls, I hear everything.

I tug on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt. I have clothes at John’s that I can wear to school tomorrow, and I keep toiletries there too, so I just pull my shoes on, grab my backpack, and head out. Mom won’t notice I’m gone, or if she does, she won’t think twice about it. She’s not the type of parent I have to check in with and tell her what I’m doing.

Even though I’m seventeen and have my license, I don’t have a car, so I jump on my bike and ride to John’s. I’m hoping to save enough money to buy a cheap used vehicle soon.

All the lights are off in John’s house, and I stand out front for a moment, studying it. The house has two stories, with a fresh light-blue paint from last year. There are flowers out front and a garden in the back. John’s basketball hoop is in the driveway, where we spend a lot of time shooting. Their whole street looks straight out of a family TV show, one where there might be a little drama sometimes, but at the end of each episode, everything is tied with a nice, perfect bow. They’ll always come together and do what’s right while supporting each other.

I head around the side of the house, surprised when I see the lamp on beside John’s bed, through his downstairs window. It’s late, and we have school tomorrow. He’s usually in bed earlier.

I knock gently, and a moment later the curtains pull apart and there he is—brown hair messy like he’s been running his fingers through it, the way he does when he’s nervous. John wears his heart on his sleeve, especially around me, so I immediately know something’s wrong.

He opens the window, and I jump up and climb inside. There’s no reason not to use the door—his parents would never care about John having me in—but this is just something we’ve always done if I come over at night.

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