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Sheridan Anne – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:20:35 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.wownovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Sheridan Anne – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com 32 32 Ready or Not (Hide and Seek #2) Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.wownovels.com/ready-or-not-hide-and-seek-2-read-online-sheridan-anne Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:20:35 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/ready-or-not-hide-and-seek-2-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense, Taboo Authors: Sheridan Anne Series: Hide and Seek Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)

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Her mind birthed the monster, but his wicked obsession set it free. Just when forensic pathologist, Harper-Rayn, thought she had put her horrifying stalker behind her, a new threat is born from the depths of her trauma. More sinister and calculated than ever before.

This new stalker is as real as they come. Emerging not as a hallucination, but as a living nightmare, one that’s been waiting for her longer than she could have ever known, watching from the shadows and anticipating his chance to strike.

The masked terror brings Harper’s past to life, twisting her mind with fear and unease. He manipulates her every move and as he watches her unravel, he leaves just enough doubt to question her own sanity. Is she going crazy? Losing her mind? And after everything she’s already suffered through, who’s going to believe her now?

No one… except the one man she should never want.

Her forbidden lover, her delicious step-uncle, Knight Slater.

Determined to unravel this twisted web of secrets, obsession, and betrayal, and put an end to Harper’s suffering once and for all, Knight must face the impossible—even if it means sacrificing himself to protect the one woman he’s ever loved—the one woman he should never have touched.

As the masked figure closes in, Harper will risk it all—not just her career and reputation, but a love that defies every boundary, to stop a madman who’s determined to finish what her nightmares started.

Ready or not, he’s coming for you.

Ready or Not is the second book in The Hide and Seek Duet and completes Harper and Knight's story. It is a pitch black stalker romance and is recommended for mature readers

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HARPER-RAYN

Blood pools across the grease-stained concrete of the hospital parking garage as I clutch my side, agony tearing through my body like never before, like somebody had stabbed a red-hot fire poker right through my abdomen.

My bottom lip quivers, tears sting my eyes, and my chest heaves. I don’t want to break down into heavy, broken sobs as I lie here helplessly bleeding out all alone. I can’t give in. I’m not ready to leave this world, not yet, and certainly not like this.

I press my side harder, feeling hot waves of blood pool over my fingers, and as the pressure rocks through me, I cry out, the pain too much for me to bear. Hot tears drench my face as I hastily look around, desperate for help. Desperate for anybody to find me.

“HELP!” I cry, my voice breaking, knowing that nobody is coming. “Help.”

I’m all alone.

Shift change for the hospital has already happened. Everybody is already too busy rushing around helping everyone else but me.

I’m not going to make it. I’m losing too much blood, and my body already feels so weak, but I need to survive this. I won’t allow that asshole to get away with dressing up as my most feared hallucination and ending my life here in a dirty parking garage. That is not my story. That is not how this ends.

I look around, frantically searching for something . . . anything that could help me. There’s not a soul in sight, just the sound of my pained cries echoing through the near-empty parking garage, but if I don’t get help soon . . . shit.

My bag lies on the ground a few feet away, the contents strewn across the dirty ground. I don’t remember dropping my bag, but I must have at some point. My phone peeks out from the top, and realizing it’s my only lifeline, I try to reach for it.

Pain shoots through my abdomen, and more blood spills over my fingers. It’s excruciating. I’ve never felt such agony in my life, but I push through it as I cry out, gritting my teeth as I roll my body, needing to crawl to get it.

Using my toes, I push against the concrete, trying to inch closer to the phone as I desperately keep pressure on my wound. Every second counts. If I release my hold on my waist, my blood would pour out at a rate I couldn’t possibly survive, and despite the way my body grows heavier with every breath I take, I can’t give up just yet.

I need to fight through this. I need to keep going, just a little while longer.

Gritting my teeth as the pain soars through my body, I reach further, my fingers finally grasping the corner of my phone, just enough to be able to pull it back into my chest. The moment I do, my body collapses heavily against the ground.

Blood pools across the grease-stained concrete of the hospital parking garage as I clutch my side, agony tearing through my body like never before, like somebody had stabbed a red-hot fire poker right through my abdomen.

My bottom lip quivers, tears sting my eyes, as my chest heaves. I don’t want to break down into strangled, broken sobs as I lie here helplessly bleeding out all alone. I can’t give in. I’m not ready to leave this world, not yet, and certainly not like this.

I press my side harder, feeling hot waves of blood pool over my fingers, and as the pressure rocks through me, I cry out, the pain too much for me to bear. Hot tears drench my face as I hastily look around, desperate for help. Desperate for anybody to find me.

“HELP!” I cry, my voice breaking, knowing that nobody is coming. “Help.”

I’m all alone.

Shift change for the hospital has already happened. Everybody is already too busy rushing around helping everyone else but me.

I’m not going to make it. I’m losing too much blood, and my body already feels so weak, but I need to survive this. I won’t allow that asshole to get away with dressing up as my most feared hallucination and ending my life here in a dirty parking garage. That is not my story. That is not how this ends.

I look around, frantically searching for something . . . anything that could help me. There’s not a soul in sight, just the sound of my pained cries echoing through the near-empty parking garage, but if I don’t get help soon . . . shit.

My bag lies on the ground a few feet away, the contents strewn across the dirty ground. I don’t remember dropping my bag, but I must have at some point. My phone peeks out from the top, and realizing it’s my only lifeline, I try to reach for it.

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Hide and Seek (Hide and Seek #1) Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.wownovels.com/hide-and-seek-hide-and-seek-1-read-online-sheridan-anne Wed, 19 Nov 2025 18:26:43 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/hide-and-seek-hide-and-seek-1-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden Authors: Sheridan Anne Series: Hide and Seek Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)

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When darkness wants to claim you, do you run or do you step into the light, daring it to catch you?
Forensic Pathologist, Harper-Rayn, is no stranger to darkness. She has seen it all in the cold silence of Blackstone’s one and only morgue, revealing the mystery of death on her autopsy table—until the bodies start speaking to her in eerie, calculated ways.

When corpses begin to reveal chilling, hidden messages meant only for her, she realizes she’s been playing a twisted game she never intended to play. The game intrigues her, drawing her in, but if she takes one wrong step, it’s game over.

The line between fear and obsession wavers, shifting this game from one of desire into a terrifying, murderous lust, the strings being pulled by a cryptic masked killer with one unforgiving intention—to claim her as his own, dead or alive.

The shadows are real. The fear is crippling. But the lust is wild and ferocious.

Fear sends her spiraling into the arms of the delicious SWAT team leader, Knight Slater. He’s everything she’s ever desired, but everything she shouldn’t want. He’s more than off limits. He’s her step-uncle, but she draws him in, and protecting her becomes more than just duty. It becomes a relentless need.

As this deadly game tightens around them, Harper must decide: Is she ready to risk it all for her heart and put everything on the line, or will she literally die trying?

The HIDE AND SEEK Duet is a pitch-black stalker romance and is suitable for mature readers

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HARPER-RAYN

Quick question. If I said that I enjoy chatting to rotting corpses, just how quickly do you think I’d be sedated and put in a straitjacket? I’m not crazy, I swear. But a few nights in an asylum kind of sounds like fun.

Crap. That’s the type of shit that crazy people say.

It’s not like I’m talking to dead people in a weird way. Nobody needs to call me a witch and chase me through town with pitchforks and torches. And no, I’m not some messed-up ventriloquist who’s shoving her hand up dead people’s cold asses and using them like puppets just to have someone to discuss conspiracy theories with.

I’m a forensic pathologist at Blackstone Private Hospital. Well, almost. Okay, that’s a lie. I’m only twenty-eight and in my second year of residency. I still have another two to go and then another year of fellowship after that before I can officially claim the title. But I’m well on my way there.

In short, I perform autopsies for a living.

To be honest, it’s generally a lonely job. Well, for those who opt to take the night shift like I do. We have an abundance of crime here in Blackstone. During the daylight hours, the hospital morgue is buzzing with activity: supervisors, technicians, coroners, medical examiners, and administrative staff. But during the night, it’s mostly just me and the night janitor, Vincent, or the occasional detective who can’t possibly wait for me to type up a report before hounding me for answers. It’s part of the reason why I like it so much. It’s peaceful.

I’m trusted to work alone, and sure, that’s not usually how this is supposed to go, but I’m excellent at what I do. I have impeccable reports and rarely make mistakes. All of my work is checked by the senior forensic pathologist come morning, but they simply can’t keep up with the workload during the day. Having me run autopsies and keep on top of reports through the night makes our team work.

Bodies roll through this basement morgue like a revolving door, and when they really start piling up, I’ll ask for one of the pathology assistants to help me out. But for the most part, I prefer to work alone.

I like my peace. I like to be left the hell alone and kept away from other people’s drama, but that doesn’t mean I can go a whole day without running my mouth. I need that outlet, so I talk to my corpses. Though maybe corpse isn’t the right term for them. Patient, perhaps? Customer? My opportunity to play Operation in real life? Who knows?

All that matters is that I’m not entirely going crazy while locked in the morgue, and while these bodies that wind up on my table can’t exactly offer me an intelligent or engaging conversation, at least I have an outlet to keep me from losing my mind. Though if you asked my mother, she would assure you that I’m already well on my way to insanity, because what kind of smart woman gets so far through her medical training only to specialize in forensic pathology? According to her, I’m nothing but a disappointment. I could have been a world-class surgeon, someone for her to brag about to all of her friends. But instead, I play with dead people.

Mothers, right? Always our harshest critics.

There’s not a single thing about me that she approves of. The way I wear my hair. The small apartment I chose to live in, despite my ability to rent something larger. My style of clothing. My tattoos. But most of all, my job.

If Mom had her way, I wouldn’t have pursued a career at all. I’d be married to a millionaire and doing brunch with the girlies at the country club. I’d be wearing designer outfits with red-bottom heels while clutching my pearls at the audacity of the younger generation. To me, that’s the perfect setting for a horror film. My sweet depraved soul prefers independence and I sure as shit don’t need to be some rich man’s pretty little wifey in order to have a fulfilled life. I’m doing more than okay on my own. You know, apart from the talking to dead people thing.

My phone chimes from its spot on my desk, and a grin pulls at my lips, knowing there’s only one person who’d be texting me at this time of night—Laith Mitchell, aka, the only man with a one-way ticket straight to my vagina. He’s one of the only people in my life who’s never pushed for more than what I’ve been willing to offer and I appreciate that more than he will ever know.

I wouldn’t exactly consider him one of my best friends. We’re not braiding each other’s hair and spilling all of our secrets, but he’s definitely someone who makes my days a little bit brighter. Life wouldn’t be the same without him.

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Sacred Vow – A Dark Age Gap Romance Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.wownovels.com/sacred-vow-a-dark-age-gap-romance-read-online-sheridan-anne Sat, 30 Aug 2025 08:42:28 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/sacred-vow-a-dark-age-gap-romance-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic Authors: Sheridan Anne Advertisement

Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)

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Sometimes the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and in the case of Caesar Di Rozé and his son, Zephyr, it couldn’t be more true.

I didn’t intend for my one-night stand with Zeph to lead me back to his father’s place, but the moment it did, it was over for me. Caesar Di Rozé is a silver fox with the most delicious dark stare I’ve ever seen. After spending the night with his son, he meets me in the kitchen and proves once and for all that Daddy indeed does it better.

One glance, and I was addicted. But after one touch, I was ruined.

That night changed it all, and when he murmured into the darkness as his son slept in the next room, daring me to return for more, I couldn’t resist. Only it came with one simple caveat—a sacred vow that must be kept—under no circumstances can I fall in love with him.

Easy, right?

Wrong.

Sacred Vow is a Dark Daddy Age Gap Romance. It contains explicit content, detailed violence, high spice, and coarse language. It is recommended for mature readers

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TILLY

Nerves boom through my chest as I prop my foot on the edge of the tub and take a shaky breath. This is positively the worst idea I’ve ever had, but I’m a sucker for punishment, and I don’t mean the Spank me, Daddy kind.

Okay, I’m lying.

I’m definitely a sucker for that too. Nothing gets me hotter than a man who knows how to work me. But right now, the only thing getting heated around here is the tub of hot wax staring back at me.

Fuck.

There’s no doubt about it. I should have remembered to make my salon appointment. My usual waxer doesn’t take walk-ins, so I’m left to my own bushy devices. Okay, bushy is a little overkill. I never let it get that bad, especially considering the constant flow of dick appointments I must maintain to keep my sanity intact. To me, if I’m creeping past spike territory and heading into the hairy suburbs, it’s too much. This girl is a sucker for a bald eagle.

I stand, one foot balanced on the edge of the tub, wearing nothing but an old tank that reads, I’m not always a bitch. Just kidding. Go fuck yourself. I’m preparing to face the ultimate quest—a quest so vile and so wretched that only the bravest souls have lived to tell the tale.

Today, I must take the leap that no other being has ever thought was a wondrous idea and wax my own cooch.

Now, don’t get me wrong, my sweet little kitty has suffered through the darkest storms, weathered the greatest poundings, yet nothing terrifies me more than having to slather hot wax across my skin, suck in a breath, and tear it off.

It’s not natural.

What if it’s not just hair I’m tearing off? If I’m not holding my skin down tight enough, then oops, there goes Monica—otherwise known as the left lip. The right side is Rachel, and the hungry little vixen straight through the center, the feisty little rebel who makes all of my wicked dreams come true, well, that dazzling superstar is Phoebe.

Monica and Rachel have been tasked with keeping Phoebe safe and protected, and if anything were to happen to the three of them, I know for sure, my whole world would crumble. Besides, nothing’s sexier than a genital burn, right?

Shit.

Before sucking up the courage to get started, I take a moment to pray to the Hemsworth gods that thy lips shall remain intact and that Phoebe, Monica, and Rachel live to see another day.

Hot wax has always been my nemesis. We’re pretty chill with each other most of the time, you know, when it’s slathered on by a paid professional. But today, this DIY kit makes me wonder if a good pounding is really worth it. It’s so easy to go into the salon, strip down to my birthday suit, and let my waxer deal with it. She makes it seem almost painless . . . almost.

But doing it myself, I’d prefer to pull my own teeth with rusty pliers.

Letting out a shaky breath, I figure now is as good a time as any, and if I plan on getting railed tonight, then getting this over and done with in a timely manner is in my best interest. After a thorough waxing, I always need time for the redness to go down, and if I don’t get a move on, my night is going to turn into a disaster.

Grabbing my phone, I open my camera app and position it down on the tub to use as a mirror, because let’s face it, a mirror in this situation is a must. No one in their right mind goes into a quest like this blind. I’m going to need all the help I can get.

With my camera angled just right, I reach over to the hot wax and take the applicator before giving it a good stir and making sure the wax is ready. Then as the nerves threaten to punch me right in the left tit, I scoop out a healthy dollop of wax.

Breathe, Tilly. Breathe. You can do this.

With my legs spread-eagled across the tub, I focus intently on Monica—the left lip—and glide the wax across my skin, pulling it taut just like my waxer does.

“Holy fucking shit,” I mutter to myself, taking short, shallow breaths as I wait the torturous few moments for the wax to dry and harden.

My whole body shakes and suddenly, I’ve never regretted anything more. Why would anyone in their right mind do this to themselves? What the ever-loving fuck was I thinking?

Knowing if I don’t get a move on and pull this sucker off, the wax will harden too much, and I’ll be up shit creek without a paddle, I flick the top of the wax and create a lip to hold. Then sucking in a quick breath, I clench my eyes and rip.

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War Games Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.wownovels.com/war-games-read-online-sheridan-anne Sun, 02 Mar 2025 13:37:08 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/war-games-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Authors: Sheridan Anne Advertisement

Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)

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What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it’s hunt or be hunted?

You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove.

Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

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It’s callous, cruel, and brutal. They will be hunted. They will become prey. And when the time comes, they better be ready to fight. Because only one will make it out alive.

It’s a game of endurance. A game of depravity and horror. But what happens when the man who stands between an early grave and victory is the one man who could bring you to your knees?

Will you have the courage to take what’s yours and claim the title you’ve always deserved, or will you falter at the tip of his double-edged blade?

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SIREN

Holy fucking shit, my asshole!

Tears form in my eyes as I tackle the toddler-sized shapewear into place. What the fuck was I thinking? It promised me a snatched waist, but all I’ve gotten is trauma. I mean, shit! Why is it so hard to breathe in this thing?

The back of the thong is getting an up-close tour of my intestines while every step I take feels like a chainsaw violently ripping me in half. This is too much. The model in the ad definitely didn’t look like she was getting the life sucked out of her, and she sure as hell didn’t have red scratches up and down her thighs from her nails as she clawed the bastard up her body.

This is so much more than just false advertising; it’s a death sentence in the form of shapewear.

The fabric bunches at my waist as I frantically try to yank it up my body, but it’s so damn tight, I can practically feel my lungs screaming for freedom. The fabric rolls over itself, making it even tighter and I madly try to find the armholes, having to use my nails to dig under the shapewear and stretch it out.

“Oh, God. Oh God. Oh God. This is what death feels like.”

Finding the armholes, I yank the bodysuit up only for the fabric to get caught beneath my tits, and holy fuck, I’ve never regretted anything so bad in my whole life.

Pinching the fabric as tight as I can in both hands, I pull it out and over my tits before finally releasing it and crying out as it compresses back around me with a tight smack.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Am I supposed to be working up such a sweat?

I fall back against the door of my closet while white-knuckling the shelf in a desperate bid to keep myself upright. I try to catch my breath, positive if I were to fall, I’d never be able to get up again. But what really terrifies me is the thought of trying to get myself out of this thing. Surely it’s not possible. The bodysuit and I are now destined to spend the rest of our lives together. I hope it approves of trashy TV and takeout because that’s all it has to look forward to from here on out.

Bracing myself against the door, I wait a few agonizing moments for my organs to adjust to their new home before finally being able to take a decent breath. I fix myself in front of my full-length mirror and shove my hands down the front of the bodysuit, doing what I can to adjust my tits until they look just right. Damn it. Why do I have to like the way it looks so much?

Beauty is pain, right? Who needs to breathe when you can look this photoshopped? I’ll put up with my ass being violated by a piece of string any day if this is how snatched I look.

Turning left and right, I check myself out, drooling over my newfound curves. I should have bought one of these years ago. Though, years ago, I probably didn’t need it. What can I say? I’ve developed a deep love for cocktails, and if I have to sacrifice my once-toned waist to keep up the addiction, I’ll happily make the sacrifice.

My phone rings across my bedroom, and I hurry out of my closet to quickly scoop it off the end of my bed. There’s no caller ID, but I already know exactly who it is. There’s only one person I would ever trust to have my number, and that’s Mila—the best hacker and friend across the globe.

“Talk dirty to me.”

“Why do you sound so worked up?” she asks with the slightest Russian accent, something she hasn’t been able to shake since moving to the US as a young girl. And by moving I mean being abandoned here by her horrible parents and left to fend for herself. Which she did a remarkable job of, by the way. So remarkable, that it’s what we first bonded over. Nothing quite like childhood trauma to bring two friends together.

We’re both screwed up, one of us significantly more than the other, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. Mila’s daddy issues seem like a vacation in comparison to mine, and that’s saying a lot. I was orphaned as a little girl after watching my father murder my mother and then come after me. He shot me twice in the stomach, and after watching me bleed out, assuming I was done for, he turned the gun on himself. If it weren’t for nosey neighbors calling the police, I would have been dead a long time ago, and sometimes I can’t help but wonder if it would have been better that way.

After weeks in the hospital, I was discarded into the foster system. My new life meant starting over every few months, jumping from abusive home to abusive home until I was finally forgotten about. I ended up as a runaway living in an abandoned office building, but that is where I first met Mila.

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Santa’s Dark Secret – A Dark Holiday Romance Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.wownovels.com/santas-dark-secret-a-dark-holiday-romance-read-online-sheridan-anne Thu, 19 Dec 2024 11:51:26 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/santas-dark-secret-a-dark-holiday-romance-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Novella Authors: Sheridan Anne Advertisement

Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
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Who would have known a filthy Christmas wish would have resulted in a dark-haired, raunchy Santa coming down my chimney and giving me exactly what I wished for?

He gave me everything I wanted, right down to the sparkly pearl necklace and the wild, crazy ride on his North Pole, but this sexy Santa has a dark secret. For years he’s been watching me while I sleep, and he knows how much I can take.

I always thought Santa was about spreading joy at Christmas, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. This filthy Santa prefers to spread something else, and as long as he’s willing to give, I’m more than happy to take.

He pushes me to my limits, fulfilling my wildest Christmas fantasies, but just how long can I do this before I break my own heart? Do I wish him back every Christmas and spend each year longing for a man I can’t truly have, or is it time to finally let him go and watch him fly away on his big red sleigh once and for all?

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MILA

Okay, I know this is going to sound crazy, but when I was a little girl, only six or seven years old, I saw Santa Claus, and not just in my dreams or in a movie. It was as real as it gets. I saw the big guy in red right there in my living room, muddy boots and all. I’d gotten out of bed late on Christmas Eve to get a glass of milk, and just as I was making my way back to my bedroom, I saw him shimmy his red-suited ass out of my family’s fireplace.

Even as a little girl, I’d already heard the rumors on the playground—that the famous present bringer wasn’t real. Other kids said that the whole story about Santa and Mrs. Claus, along with their toy-making elves at the North Pole, was nothing but an elaborate ruse to get little boys and girls to fall in line, and I believed those rumors until his big ass appeared in my living room.

Sure, I was losing my tiny mind, realizing that the other kids had been wrong and that Santa was real, but what really surprised me wasn’t Santa at all. It was the young boy who followed him out of my fireplace and stood so confidently in my living room.

He was nothing at all like jolly old St. Nick. He was the polar opposite. Dark hair with even darker eyes, and though he was only a boy, there was a strange confidence about him that I will never forget.

They were only there for barely a second, and as Santa put a present under my tree, the boy simply stared at me with a smirk across his full lips, looking at me as though he was just as intrigued as I was. I stood soundlessly in a puddle of milk, barely able to believe what was happening. Then as Santa made his way back to the fireplace, the boy winked, and like a flash of lightning, they were both gone, leaving my little six-year-old mind blown.

I’ve held a torch for that little boy all my life. Even now as a grown-ass woman, I find myself wondering what he looks like now, what kind of man he turned into, and if that boyish charm grew into an intriguing manly deliciousness.

Insane, right? Yeah, that’s exactly what my mother thought too.

The moment I told her I’d seen Santa and a child appear in our living room in the middle of the night, she declared I’d lost my mind. I was clearly acting out due to my parents’ recent divorce. I barely had a chance to enjoy Christmas before Mom swept me into a therapist’s office to start talking about my hallucinations.

My mother, may she rest in peace, was a fickle woman. Scrap that, she was a cold-hearted bitch. I never got along with her, and truth be told, I think it was her immediate dismissal of what happened that night that started the rocky journey we shared.

All through my childhood and well into my teen years, we fought. I can’t remember a single day where there was peace between us, and I was eventually shipped off to live with my father. He, on the other hand, was a delight. I loved my father, and considering how well we got along, I always wished that we had been able to spend more time together. My mother had fought so hard for sole custody just to spite him, but we all would have been so much happier if I had always lived with him.

But just like Mom, my father recently passed away.

Imagine being barely twenty-six and having to bury both your parents within six months of each other. It’s been a rough year, to say the least. Mom was taken out by a plastic surgery gone wrong, and my father, the poor bastard, was allergic to healthy food and exercise. His heart attack wasn’t exactly the biggest surprise, but that didn’t make the pain of losing him any easier.

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Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)

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Noah Ryan was my whole life. From start to end, it was always him.

He taught me pain, patience, forgiveness, and the impact of the footprints I will leave in the sands of time. But most of all, he taught me what it meant to truly give my heart to another. It was short-lived and intense—a soul-shattering type of love—but it was mine, and I clung to it right until the end.

Noah Ryan was my salvation.
And I . . . I was his first great love.

Remember Us This Way is an intense short-lived epic love story that will leave the soul gasping for air. Please be mindful that this story is a tragedy with the purpose of taking its readers on an emotional journey.

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Prologue

Zoey

Noah stares into my eyes as though I’m the only girl in the world, his dark gaze sending a million fluttering butterflies soaring through the pit of my stomach. A soft smile plays on my lips, and when his warm hand takes mine, he drops down on one knee.

My chest swells with happiness as he clutches his mother’s ring between his fingers, and in this moment, I’ve never been happier. “Zoey Erica James,” he says, not daring to take his eyes off mine as the soft spring breeze catches in my hair, blowing my chestnut locks around my face. “Will you marry me?”

His voice doesn’t shake, and as I stare down at him, I see the rest of my life flash before my eyes, playing out like a movie. Only my hand falls away, dropping to my side as red-hot anger booms through my chest. “NO!” I huff, stomping my foot and crossing my arms over my chest. “You did it wrong. You’re supposed to tell me how beautiful I am.”

Noah groans, the frustration clear in his eyes as he scrambles to his feet. “I did not do it wrong,” he argues, that temper of his quickly boiling to the surface as his little brother, Lincoln, kicks a goal and cheers to himself across the yard. “That’s what they do in all the movies.”

“MOM!” I whine, feeling the tears beginning to sting my eyes as I turn to find our mothers watching us from the back patio, my baby sister, Hazel, crying in her bouncer. “Noah’s not doing it right.”

“Oh, honey,” she says with a heavy sigh, a tightness in her eyes that’s been there ever since she brought me home from the doctor yesterday. She quickly wipes her face, and I wonder why she’s so sad. It’s a happy day. Noah and his mom are here. That’s her favorite thing in the world . . . mine too. “I think he did a wonderful job. It was a million times better than your daddy’s proposal to me.”

Noah’s mom laughs, watching us with sadness in her eyes as she scoops up my sister and gently rocks her in her arms. “Come on, Noah. Give it another try. Zoey is your bestest friend in the world. Dig down deep and really blow her away.”

Noah groans and lets out a heavy sigh before turning back to me, and I smile wide, more than ready to have my bestest friend blow me away . . . whatever that means.

He mutters under his breath before his gaze lifts back to mine. He takes my hand, only this time, he’s clearly not in the mood to play along, but it doesn’t matter to me. As long as Noah is playing with me, I’m happy. I’m always happy when he comes over. And when he smiles at me . . . maybe that’s what it means to blow me away.

Noah holds my gaze and inches toward me, his chest right in front of mine. “Zoey Erica James,” he starts again, and my smile stretches wide over my face as he drops back down to one knee. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Can you marry me now?”

Elation bursts through my veins, and I squeal, never so happy in my life. “YES!” I boom before throwing myself at him. Noah wraps his arms protectively around me as we crash to the ground, and his mother’s ring tumbles into the long grass, probably never to be seen again, but I don’t care about that.

I slam my lips down on his, giving him the biggest kiss I can possibly manage. “You’re going to be the bestest husband, Noah Ryan.”

“Ugh, gross, Zozo,” he says, shoving me off him, and as I fall into the dirty grass and stain my dress, he wipes the back of his arm across his mouth, losing my kiss. “This is stupid. You have girl germs.”

My bottom lip wobbles as I get to my feet, my butt hurting from when he shoved me off him, but I won’t dare tell him that. Noah’s so brave. I don’t ever want him to see me not being brave too. “I do not have girl germs.”

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Midnight Stage Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.wownovels.com/midnight-stage-read-online-sheridan-anne Wed, 07 Aug 2024 09:50:20 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/midnight-stage-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark Authors: Sheridan Anne Advertisement

Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)

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Ezra Knight is the biggest rockstar to ever walk the planet, but before he belonged to the world, he belonged to me.

He was my brother’s best friend, my soulmate and protector, and when their band—Demon’s Curse—took off, so did he.

He was like a roaring tornado, crashing through my world and sweeping me off my feet, and just when I had it all, I was abandoned. Left to fend for myself at the hands of a monster. For eight long years, I blamed him for everything that was out of his control.

But one phone call changed it all.

And when Lenny Davidson—the head of Louder Records—calls to offer you the world, you scoop it up with both hands. Only that offer comes with strings attached. Strings that are tied directly to Ezra Knight, leaving me with one hell of a choice to make.

Take the job as the new head of marketing for Demon’s Curse’ and have to face the man who crushed you every single day, or wave goodbye to everything you’ve ever worked for.

What could possibly go wrong?

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Raleigh

How the hell does one sibling shoot out of the uterus fanny pack and turn into a literal rockstar with millions of screaming fans, while the next kid sludges out of the hoo-ha of life and turns out like me?

Someone make it make sense, ’cause the math ain’t mathing. Like, please? I’m not above begging. Just give me some kind of explanation as to how my brother was awarded all the good DNA, and I was left with the scraps. Like, come on! There are a good three years between us, so surely the incubator chamber had plenty of time to cook up some of that good DNA, and yet, it decided to pop out a dud instead.

My brother, Axel Stone—the best friend I’ve ever had—is quite literally one of the biggest rockstars in the world. He and his best friend—He Who Shall Not Be Named—started a band as teenagers, and now Demon’s Curse is the number one reason for panties dropping all over the globe.

Axel is out dominating the world with the devil spawn and their bandmates while I’m out here failing every college class I signed up for. Okay, that might be an exaggeration. I’m not failing all of them, but the dean has one hell of a good excuse to kick my ass out of here if the mood strikes, but she won’t because her phone wallpaper is a photograph of my brother in his tighty-whities for his big Calvin Klein campaign. Don’t ask me how I know that. It was an awkward encounter for both of us. I’m just glad she didn’t come at me with a printout and ask me to get it signed like my high school biology teacher did.

On the other hand, I don’t have a single talented bone in my body. That was obvious the day Axel handed me his guitar with the grand idea to turn me into a little rockette. Or rock chick. Or . . . Wait. What do they call a girl version of a rockstar? You know what? Who fucking cares? All that matters is that Axel isn’t a quitter. He pushes himself until his every dream is in the palm of his hand. That much is clear by his successful career, and yet, the asshole took one look at me scrambling to hold his guitar and gave up within two minutes. He’s only a quitter when it comes to me.

Okay, that’s not fair. I suppose I’m a little sour. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not jealous of my brother, I really couldn’t be prouder of him. He has everything he’s ever wanted, and he worked his ass off. Me, Axel, and Devil Spawn sat around our tiny little coffee table back home in Michigan and hand made flyers for their very first gig, and now those stupid little flyers are billboards in Times Square that lead to sold-out arenas across the globe.

It’s insane.

I just wish he took me with him.

Fuck, I miss that asshole.

Life back home . . . Well, there’s a reason I worked my ass off to get into the farthest college from my hometown. Being away from that place was the only dream I’ve ever had, and now that I’ve achieved that, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with myself.

The grand plan is to make it to New York or Los Angeles and go from there. I want to be in the music industry, working behind the scenes on tour prep. I always loved that when I was helping the boys. I excelled at it, and even though I was three years younger than them, I was the one running the show. That’s where I was in my element, and while I know Axel will pull all the strings in the world to make it happen, it’d be cool if I could somehow do it on my own. I want to know that I earned it, and I wasn’t just handed success as a favor to my big brother.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I push back from the table and tear my gaze away from my laptop screen. I can’t look at my shitty grade for another moment. My communications class was my strongest class last semester, and in the space of a few months, I’ve crashed and burned.

It’s depressing. What big label is going to want to hire me on my own merit like this? I’ll be the laughingstock of the music industry. Just what I wanted!

“How’d you do?” my best friend Madds asks as we spend our Thursday afternoon sprawled across our cramped apartment.

“I did just about as well as you did on your business exam last week.”

“Shit,” she says, sucking in a breath and cringing. “That bad, huh?”

An unladylike groan rumbles through my chest, and I drop my forehead to the hard table, instantly regretting it as pain shoots through my brain. “I’m a mess,” I tell her, talking directly into the table, my lips smooshed against the wood.

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Darkest Sin – A Dark Mafia Romance Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.wownovels.com/darkest-sin-a-dark-mafia-romance-read-online-sheridan-anne Mon, 27 May 2024 20:57:55 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/darkest-sin-a-dark-mafia-romance-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Suspense Authors: Sheridan Anne Advertisement

Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)

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Thrown in a cage and stripped of my dignity, I was auctioned to the highest bidder, but I never imagined that I’d end my night in the home of Killian DeLorenzo—head of the Romanian Mafia and the most powerful man in the country.

To know him is to fear him, and I just became his newest possession.

Pleasing him comes easily, but what I didn’t expect was the effect he would have on my heart.

This world is no place for a girl like me, and navigating it might just kill me quicker than he ever could. I know I should run, but his vile, wicked ways are a temptation no woman could possibly resist. So I must rise to the occasion—prove once and for all that I have what it takes . . .

Or die trying.

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CHIARA

The harsh, bright lights shine down against my clammy skin as I suck in a shaky breath, wishing I could wake from this nightmare. Men wearing expensive business suits fill the dark room, their chilling stares sailing over my lingerie-clad body like a piece of meat. They’re nothing but sick hunters searching for their next victim.

Tears of humiliation linger on my cheeks as fear and rage pound through my veins like a lethal cocktail, threatening to take me out. And for the first time in my life, I wish it would. The sweet agony of death is my only salvation now.

I don’t belong here.

One minute I was walking home from the bar where I work, and the next . . .

I cut off the memory before it gets too far. Replaying that moment only sends me into a whirlpool of vicious thoughts. It’s a tragic cycle I can’t break free from.

My hands shake violently as I grip the bars of my cage, trying not to make eye contact with the men lingering around me. Their putrid stares scan over my body, assessing everything from the size of my tits and the shape of my curves to the color of my skin and every little imperfection. It’s unsettling and undignified. It’s like they’re looking over the prize for some fucked-up business deal . . . but I guess that’s exactly what I’ve been reduced to.

A prized piece at an auction, the highest bidder takes all.

I’m struggling with what to do and how to act. I don’t know what they’re looking for, and one wrong move could be disastrous. Do I follow the disgusting commands spat at me by the man who snatched me off the street, or should I put up a fight and die with dignity? But more importantly, when a man inevitably drags me home, what should I do when he throws me down, pries my legs open, and tries to take what isn’t his?

Bile rises in my throat, and I force myself to swallow it down.

The idea that this has become my life in just a matter of days is unbelievable. This isn’t real. It’s just some fucked-up nightmare I can’t escape.

A thick, black harness decorates my body, starting at my throat like a choker. It travels over my shoulder and to my tits, making geometric shapes across my skin. Bands strap around my ribs then down to my waist, connecting to my thighs like suspenders. I wear a matching thong with my long golden hair pulled back into a tight pony to complete the look. If it weren’t for the messed-up situation I was in, I might even consider buying something like this for myself. But wearing it in front of all these strangers makes me feel like a used whore.

The first night as their captive, they threw me into a cold, dark cell, and eventually, the distant cries of other prisoners lulled me into an uneasy sleep. I startled awake hours later to a bucket of ice-cold water thrown over my head, and as I screamed for help, a group of men stripped me from my work uniform. Their hands were all over me, scrubbing me clean and cataloging my every scar, tattoo, and piercing.

The fear of the unknown gripped me. What was happening to me? What did they want with me? Where the fuck was I going to end up? I’ve never been one to be home-sick when away, but I’ve never wanted the safety of my home more.

I told myself that was as bad as it was going to get. That I’d be locked up in a dirty cell for some asshole’s sick pleasure, that listening to the other girls weeping was what my life would be from there on out.

I shouldn’t have been so naive.

Standing here in this cage as a pawn in their sick game, I realize this is only the beginning. There are at least four or five other girls I can see, each of them locked in identical cages around the room and dressed just like me—hooker heels and dark makeup—under the watchful eye of the asshole in charge.

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Haunted Love Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.wownovels.com/haunted-love-read-online-sheridan-anne Sun, 03 Mar 2024 19:18:59 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/haunted-love-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic Authors: Sheridan Anne Advertisement

Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)

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Losing your virginity is a big deal, but voluntarily offering it up on a silver platter at an exclusive sex club . . . that’s just messed up. It was dark, and in my defense, he was tall, muscled, and smelled like the most tempting sin.

I couldn’t resist, and the second he touched me, I knew I was never going to be the same. It was a night filled with the kind of intensity a woman could only ever dream of. Nothing could have tainted such perfectness. At least . . . that’s what I thought.

Because the delicious man I let rail me into oblivion isn’t the perfect stranger I thought he was. No, he’s anything but. The man who growled desperate filthy words in my ear and made my skin shiver with desire is a man I’ve known and craved all my life.

My brother’s best friend.

Izaac Banks has been off limits since the beginning of time, going out of his way to make sure I know that he’s unattainable. But despite my brother’s objections, I love him. I always have, and now that I’ve had a taste of the sweetest forbidden fruit . . .

There’s no turning back.

I need more, and there’s only one way to get it—

I’m going to offer him an ultimatum he simply can’t refuse.

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ASPEN

If you looked up the definition of pathetic, you’d get a picture of me. Actually, scrap that. You wouldn’t just get a picture, you’d get a flashing alert in big red letters saying, WARNING. LOSER. THIS BITCH AIN’T WORTH YOUR TIME. BACK AWAY WHILE YOU STILL CAN!

Okay, so maybe I’m a little harsh on myself, but how else would you describe a twenty-two-year-old college senior who’s sitting alone in her apartment on a Friday night eating ice cream right from the carton? Did I mention this particular college senior just happens to still be a virgin because she’s too hung up on a guy who doesn’t even know she exists?

Pathetic sums it up pretty damn well. Right?

College was supposed to be my wild years. I was supposed to live it up, sleep around, and make all the horrifying memories that I’ll laugh about in the years to come. But graduation is only a handful of months away, and so far, the most daring thing I’ve done is get drunk at a house party, throw up in a garden of rose bushes, and demand my best friend, Becs, take me home. Did I mention this was all before 8 p.m.?

Surely there’s another word for pathetic. How about pitiful? Deplorable? Hell, miserable seems like a good substitute. No wonder I’m practically invisible to the opposite sex. But to that one specific guy, Izaac Banks, I’ve been especially invisible since I was a kid.

A knock sounds at my door, and I groan, grabbing my comforter and yanking it up over my head. “Go away,” I call through my small studio apartment, knowing exactly who stands on the other side. Though the bigger question is, how the hell did she get through the main entrance downstairs? I sure as hell didn’t buzz her in. I bet it was Nathan on the third floor. He’d let just about any woman into the building if she smiled at him.

“Open the damn door, Aspen,” Becs hollers from the hallway. “There’s no way in hell I’m about to let you spend your Friday night eating a pint of ice cream in your ugly-as-fuck, stained Grinch pajamas.”

My gaze drops down my body, taking in my old pajamas. How the hell did she know? Am I that predictable? But more importantly, how does she know they’re stained? My accidental ice cream spillage only happened twenty minutes ago. You know, after I made my way through the first pint of ice cream. Though, admitting that I’ve made it to the halfway mark of my second pint isn’t going to help my case.

“First off, don’t be an ass about my Grinch pajamas. They’re cute,” I call back. “And second, I’m not your project tonight. Find some other unsuspecting loser to corrupt.”

“I won’t hesitate to kick this door down,” Becs warns. “I’ll need you to loosen the hinges from inside first, but mark my words, Aspen Ryder, I’ll do it.”

Ahh shit.

I groan again, rolling my ass off the couch and trying to balance my feet on the hardwood floor. Carrying my second pint of ice cream with me, I make my way to my front door and reach for the deadbolt. My unruly bun flops to the side of my head as I hold the ice cream spoon in my mouth.

Twisting the key that permanently lives in the back of the door, the last of my cheap security obstacles are out of the way, and I pull the door open, finding Becs looking like every man’s wet dream. Her thick blonde hair is out and free while her makeup is flawless, but her body though . . . shit. She’s outdone herself this time. Becs is undoubtedly gorgeous, but tonight, she looks like a Victoria’s Secret model, gift-wrapped to perfection in the smallest black dress I’ve ever seen. Her thigh-high boots add an extra six inches to her already towering height.

Then before I even get a chance to tell Becs that whatever grand plan she’s worked up for the night isn’t going to happen, I’m blinded by a bright flash coming from the back of her phone.

“Say cheese,” Becs grins, flipping her phone around and glancing at the screen. A booming laugh tears out of her as my brows furrow, having absolutely no idea what the hell is going on. But where Becs is concerned, I can guarantee that I’m not going to like it. “Oooh, that’s a good one.”

She barges past me into my small apartment, and I kick the door closed behind her. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Becs quickly scans my living room, and I can feel the disapproval dripping off her as her lips twist in disgust. Her gaze comes back to mine before she turns her phone and shows me the horrendous image of me plastered across the screen.

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The Naughty List Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.wownovels.com/the-naughty-list-read-online-sheridan-anne Fri, 15 Dec 2023 11:43:28 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-naughty-list-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary Authors: Sheridan Anne Advertisement

Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)

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Sometimes life has a way of bending you over and ramming you right up the ass, but if it’s going to do that, the least it can do is take me out on a date first.

After an untimely firing caused by what could only be the best donkey meme ever created, I find myself back in my snowy hometown of Blushing, Colorado. And as beautiful as it is, there’s one big reason why I haven’t been home in six years.

Nicholas Stone—Blushing’s most eligible bachelor and the love of my life.

I have one goal and one goal only—get in and out of Blushing before Nick realizes I’m here. Only avoiding him is much harder than I could have anticipated.

Nick wants answers . . . or revenge, and not even a burning Christmas tree or a flying vibrator is going to keep him from getting exactly what he wants.

The Naughty List is a small town, second chance Christmas romantic comedy, featuring a grumpy/sunshine couple. It contains explicit sexual content, coarse language, and loss of a loved-one.

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BLAIR

“FIRED?” I screech, my jaw hanging open in shock as I gape at my boss. “What the hell, Dwayne? I thought I was coming in here to accept a promotion. You know, the one you’ve been promising me for the past two years. The one I more than deserve.”

“A promotion?” Dwayne grunts, gaping right back. “Be serious, Blair. How could you possibly think you were going to get that promotion? You sent a meme of a donkey getting fucked to the whole company with the caption, ‘When life gets you down, find an ass to fuck.’ And as if that wasn't enough, you had to include our entire client list as well. Do you have any idea how many people are on that mailing list?”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes, almost certain that at this point, there’s really not much I could say to save what’s left of my career. “That meme was hilarious,” I deadpan, watching as the corner of his mustache-covered lip twitches with irritation. But what’s new? Dwayne and I have had a love-hate relationship since the day I started at SC Corporate Management almost six years ago. “Everybody loved it. Besides, management has everyone walking on eggshells. Our clients and our team needed a good laugh and a reminder that not all of us here have our heads shoved so far up our asses that all we can smell is the foul stench of our own shit.”

He gives me a blank stare. “It was inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate is trying to match a striped peach tie with a salmon button-down, but you don’t see me trying to have you fired over it,” I mutter, arching a brow and trying to resist the urge to drop to my knees and sob. But hell, if I’m going to go down, I might as well go down swinging.

“Start packing your things, Blair,” Dwayne says, striding around his oversized desk and putting an end to our conversation. “You have fifteen minutes to get yourself sorted out, and if you can’t do that, I’ll have no choice but to have security escort you out.”

“Security?” I blanch. “Is that really necessary?”

Dwayne makes a show of gazing down at his watch. “Make that fourteen minutes.”

Fuck me. If I didn’t like these heels so much, I would have shoved one up his scrawny ass by now. Assuming there’s enough space with his head already up there.

Knowing damn well that Dwayne will follow through on his threat, just for the purpose of getting to humiliate me in front of my colleagues one final time, I clench my jaw and turn on my heel, stalking out of his office.

This isn’t exactly the first time I’ve been fired, and not even the first time I’ve been fired for sending inappropriate memes, but it’s certainly the first time he’s been such an ass about it. Truth be told, I’m one of the best publicists here, and the second our clientele finds out I’ve been kicked to the curb, there’s going to be heat on Dwayne’s ass to do the right thing and bring me back.

Dwayne might be my boss, but the clients we work for look to me for guidance. They barely tolerate Dwayne, and it’s easy to see why. Hell, he probably only fired me so that he doesn’t have to give me my Christmas bonus, and being only two weeks before Christmas, I could have really used the cash.

This time though, I’m not sure I’ll be coming back, even after Dwayne pulls his head out of his ass and comes begging. Working for SC Corporate Management has always been a dream of mine, and the day I got the call that my application had been successful, I gave up my whole world to fly halfway across the country and start this new life here in New York. I got myself a cute apartment and made it my own, figured out where all the best coffee shops are, met some amazing friends, and of course, adopted one of the best nail technicians in the city.

Work was insane, but it was exactly what I was searching for. I flourished in my position and quickly worked my way up the food chain to become one of the crucial members of this incredible company. Only now, the thrill I used to get every morning I walked through the doors doesn’t quite seem so bright anymore.

Maybe it’s time for a change and Dwayne’s bullshit is actually a blessing in disguise. Hell, maybe it’s time to start my own PR firm. I’ve always thought about it but never had the balls to take such a big step. I’m only twenty-eight, and though there’s still plenty for me to learn about this insane business, I have the connections. There are plenty of clients who will happily follow and support me.

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