Alpha Zone Series by Anna Zaires

Alpha Zone Series by Anna Zaires – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com Tue, 26 Feb 2019 01:57:33 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.wownovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Alpha Zone Series by Anna Zaires – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com 32 32 Titan’s Addiction Read online Anna Zaires (Alpha Zone #2) http://www.wownovels.com/titans-addiction-2-read-online-anna-zaires Tue, 26 Feb 2019 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/titans-addiction-2-read-online-anna-zaires Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Authors: Anna Zaires Series: Alpha Zone Series by Anna Zaires
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Titan's Addiction (Alpha Zone #2)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Anna Zaires
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B081D6MZG5
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One determined billionaire Hedge fund titan Marcus Carelli knows how to get what he wants, and he’s never wanted anything as much as he does Emma. The cat-loving redhead may have walked out of his life, but he’s not about to let her go. One wary cat lady Bookstore clerk Emma Walsh has had her heart broken by the ruthless billionaire once, and she’s not about to forget it. Marcus can chase her down all he likes, but winning her back is another story. One queen-sized bed All is fair in love and war, and the new battlefield is a guest room with a single bed. To the winner go the spoils… Let the games begin.
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Emma

I cry for the first hour of the two-and-a-half-hour flight to Orlando. I can’t help it. My heart isn’t just broken; it feels like it’s been ripped out of my chest.

And I did it to myself.

I told Marcus I can’t move in with him.

I told him it was over.

My seatmates—a balding fifty-something man by the window and a blond teenage girl in the aisle seat—try to scoot away as I blow my nose for the fifth time. Only there’s nowhere to go. Well, the blond girl can technically get up and go to the bathroom, but she’s already done it three times to get away from me, so she stays put, giving me the occasional side-eye.

I don’t blame her. The only thing worse than a crying baby on a plane is a crying adult.

“You, um… okay?” the balding man finally ventures, and I bob my head, forcing out a watery smile.

“Yes, sorry. Just a…” I swallow a lump in my throat. “A bad breakup.”

“Oh, cool,” the teenager says, visibly brightening. “I thought you’d just learned you had cancer or something.”

I wince, feeling like an asshole. Because she’s right: it could be so much worse. People have real tragedies, bad things they can’t avoid. Whereas the pain I’m feeling is entirely self-inflicted.

I hooked up with Marcus Carelli, a hedge fund billionaire who’s so far out of my league as to reside on a different planet.

I fell for him, knowing we have no future, and now I’m paying the price.

“I once had a bad breakup too,” the teenager confides, chewing on her green, sparkly thumbnail. “The asshole cheated on me with my best friend in middle school. Kissed her behind the bleachers, can you believe that?”

“Oh, wow, that’s terrible. I’m sorry,” I say sincerely. Middle school or not, that had to have hurt. At least Marcus never cheated on me. He disappeared for three days after an amazing weekend together, but as far as I know, no other women were involved.

Well, except Emmeline.

She—or her equally perfect clone—was always there between us.

“Yeah, well, happens,” the girl says, shrugging philosophically. “What about you? What did the jerk do?”

“He…” I swallow again. “He chased me down at the airport and asked me to move in.”

Both the girl and the man stare at me like a jellyfish just sprouted from my head, so I rush to explain. “He didn’t mean it. Not the way people normally do. It’s just a convenience thing for him. He’s going to marry someone else. He told me so when we first met and—”

“He’s engaged?” the girl exclaims in horror, and I shake my head.

“No, no. They haven’t started dating yet. It might not even be her, necessarily. It’s just that he has a very particular criteria, you see, and I don’t fit it. At all. We have chemistry, but that’s not enough for a long-term relationship. I’m not the type of girl he’d want to introduce to his friends or clients. At best, I’m just a diversion for him, and sooner or later, he’s going to get bored and walk away. And then”—I drag in a shaky breath—“then it’ll be so much worse.”

“So you, what… sent this fellow packing preemptively?” The man looks fascinated, like he’s getting special insight into the female psyche. “Kind of like striking first in battle to minimize your losses?”

I nod and blow my nose again. “Something like that.”

Except if the goal was to win said battle, I’ve already lost. My heart belongs to the man I walked away from, and it’s hard to imagine it hurting more than it does now. Still, I’m sure I made the right choice when I broke it off with him.

If I feel this way after a weekend together, how much worse would it be if I’d actually been with Marcus for some time?

No, this is the only way. Rip off the Band-Aid—along with a chunk of my heart, in this case—and move on.

The wound is bound to heal over time.

Isn’t it?

2

Emma

By the time we land, I know way too much about my seatmates, as they seem to have jointly decided that the best way to keep me from crying over my breakup is to entertain me with detailed stories about themselves. As a result, I’ve learned that Donny—the fifty-something man—is originally from Pennsylvania but resides in Florida, has been divorced twice, owns a car dealership in Winter Park, and can’t eat anything green, while Ayla—the teenager—is a rare Florida native, has a sister who’s been divorced three times, and is graduating from high school next year. Ayla, not the sister, that is. The sister dropped out of high school. Oh, and Ayla’s allergic to tree nuts but has no issues with green stuff.

“Bye! Nice meeting you!” I wave to them as they hurry past me with their bags, and they wave back, obviously relieved to be done with the flight and the crazy redhead crying over a man who asked her to move in.

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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Wall Street Titan (Alpha Zone #1)
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A billionaire who wants a perfect wife... At thirty-five, Marcus Carelli has it all: wealth, power, and the kind of looks that leave women breathless. A self-made billionaire, he heads one of the largest hedge funds on Wall Street and can take down major corporations with a single word. The only thing he’s missing? A wife who’d be as big of an achievement as the billions in his bank account. A cat lady who needs a date… Twenty-six-year-old bookstore clerk Emma Walsh has it on good authority that she’s a cat lady. She doesn’t necessarily agree with that assessment, but it’s hard to argue with the facts. Raggedy clothes covered with cat hair? Check. Last professional haircut? Over a year ago. Oh, and three cats in a tiny Brooklyn studio? Yep, she’s got those. And yes, fine, she hasn’t had a date since… well, she can’t recall. But that part is fixable. Isn’t that what the dating sites are for? A case of mistaken identity… One high-end matchmaker, one dating app, one mix-up that changes everything... Opposites may attract, but can this last?
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Emma

“—and then the vet said Mr. Puffs is not ready for that, and I—”

“That’s it.” Kendall plunks down her glass of ice tea with such force the six-dollar liquid sloshes over the rim. Grabbing the napkin, she mops up the spill and glares at me over her half-eaten plate of buckwheat crepes.

“What?” I blink at my best friend.

“Do you realize you’ve been talking about Mr. Puffs and Cottonball and Queen Elizabeth for the past half hour?” Kendall leans in, hazel eyes narrowed. “It’s cat this, cat that, vet this.”

“Oh.” Flushing, I look at the clock on the wall of the brunch place Kendall dragged me to. Sure enough, it’s been almost thirty minutes since we got here—and I haven’t shut up during that time. Embarrassed, I look back at Kendall. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to bore you.”

“No, Emma.” Kendall’s tone is one of exaggerated patience as she leans back, flipping her sleek dark hair over her shoulder. “You didn’t bore me. But you did make me realize something.”

“What?”

“You, my darling, are officially a cat lady.”

My mouth falls open. “What?”

“Yep. A bona fide cat lady.”

“I am not!”

“No?” She arches one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Let’s review the facts, then. When was the last time you had your hair professionally styled?”

“Um…” Self-consciously, I tug at the explosion of red curls on my head. “Maybe a year or so ago?” It was, in fact, for Kendall’s twenty-fifth birthday party, which means it’s been at least eighteen months since anything other than a comb touched the frizzy mess.

“Right.” Kendall cuts into her crepe with the daintiness of Queen Elizabeth—my cat, not the British monarch. After chewing her bite, she says, “And your last date was when?”

I have to really think about that one. “Two months ago,” I say triumphantly when the recollection finally comes to me. I cut off a piece of my own crepe and fork it into my mouth, muttering, “That’s not that long ago.”

“No,” Kendall agrees. “But I’m talking about a real date, not pity coffee with your sixty-year-old neighbor.”

“Roger is not sixty. He’s at most forty-nine—”

“And you’re twenty-six. End of story. Now don’t evade the question. When was the last time you had a real date?”

I pick up my glass of water and chug it down as I try to remember. I have to admit, Kendall stumped me on that one. “Maybe a year ago?” I venture, though I’m pretty sure that the date in question—a less-than-memorable occasion, clearly—predated Kendall’s birthday party.

“A year?” Kendall drums her taupe-colored nails on the table. “Really, Emma? A year?”

“What?” Trying to ignore the flush creeping up my neck, I focus on consuming the rest of my twenty-two-dollar crepe. “I’m busy.”

“With your cats,” she says pointedly. “All three of them. Face it: You’re a cat lady.”

I look up from my plate and roll my eyes. “Fine. If you insist, then yes, I’m a cat lady.”

“And you’re okay with that?” She gives me an incredulous look.

“What, should I jump off the Brooklyn Bridge in despair?” I stuff the last bite of my crepe into my mouth. I’m still hungry, but I’m not about to order anything else off the overpriced menu. “Liking cats is not a crime.”

“No, but spending all your free time scooping litter boxes while living in New York City is.” Kendall pushes her own empty plate away. “You’re at a prime age to nab a man, and you don’t date at all.”

I blow out an exasperated breath. “Because I just don’t have the time—and besides, who says I want to nab anyone? I’m perfectly fine on my own.”

“Says she, repeating what every other cat lady tells herself. Honestly, Emma, when was the last time you had sex with anything other than your vibrator?”

Kendall doesn’t bother lowering her voice as she says this, and I feel my face turn red again as a gay couple at the table next to us glance over and snicker.

Fortunately, before I can reply, Kendall’s Prada purse vibrates.

“Oh.” She frowns as she fishes her phone out and reads whatever her screen says. Looking up, she motions at the waiter. “I have to go,” she says apologetically. “My boss just had a breakthrough with the dress design he’s been struggling with, and he needs me to get some models to him, pronto.”

“No worries.” I’m used to Kendall’s unpredictable job in the fashion industry. Plunking down my debit card, I say, “We’ll catch up again soon,” and pull out my phone to look at my checking account balance.

* * *

The temperature outside is just above freezing, and the subway station I need is about ten blocks away from the brunch place. Still, I walk because a) my hips could use the exercise and b) I can’t afford to do anything else. This outing depleted my weekend budget to the point that I’m going to have to push my grocery trip to Monday. I’ve told Kendall to stop taking me to expensive places, but I should’ve known she wouldn’t regard a twenty-five-dollar brunch as expensive.

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