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Arlington Hall Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:13:44 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.wownovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Arlington Hall Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com 32 32 The Surrender (Arlington Hall #2) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas http://www.wownovels.com/the-surrender-arlington-hall-2-read-online-jodi-ellen-malpas Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:13:44 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/the-surrender-arlington-hall-2-read-online-jodi-ellen-malpas Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic Authors: Jodi Ellen Malpas Series: Arlington Hall Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)

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He’s a tantalizing man of mystery. To solve him she could risk everything in a scorching romance by the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the This Man series and The Invitation.

A pawn in a man’s callous game, Amelia Lazenby is trying to heal after being betrayed by the wealthy and scorchingly sexy Jude Harrison. Now he’s saying all the right things, whispering apologies as sincere as his kisses, and refusing to let her walk away. It’s hard for Amelia to resist a force as strong as Jude. Before long, he’s making her pulse pound, her head spin, and giving her the rapture she craves.

But once she surrenders, Amelia can’t help but fear she’s risking her heart all over again. This time, maybe even more. Jude is every bit as mysterious and possessive as she remembers. His ex-lover is back to wreak havoc on their lives. And Amelia’s own ex has returned from the past, knowing more about Jude than Amelia can imagine. As the secrets and shocking revelations keep coming, Amelia must decide what she’s willing to sacrifice to stay with the man she loves and above all else…can’t resist

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Chapter 1

It’s the perfect day for a wedding—fierce sunshine, a light breeze, the temperature on the warmer side of cool. The balcony off the ballroom at Café Royal is set up beautifully, flowers spilling over the sides of tall vases dotted between the outdoor furniture and pyramid patio heaters. Regent Street is bustling down below, this little canopied secret spot secluded and out of the way.

Which is why I’m here now.

I just needed to escape the chaos of Clark and Rachel’s wedding day for a moment. Various members of the bridal party are stressing out over flowers, dresses, hair, and makeup. And the fact they’re running a few minutes behind schedule. I feel like an empty vessel of a woman standing in the middle of the madness. Lost. Not hearing. Not seeing.

But feeling.

My heart turns in my chest again, as it has constantly this past week, my eyes closing briefly to blink away the relentless reminders of him. Reminders of us.

On a deep breath, I approach the edge of the balcony, looking down onto the crowds of London. Scooters weave around red double-decker buses and black cabs, horns honk, bells on bicycles ding. It’s chaos. A lot like my thoughts.

Lowering to a nearby rattan couch, I turn my phone in my hand as it notifies me of another message. I shouldn’t read it. And yet my eyes drop to the screen.

Amelia, I’m begging you. Please, I need to see you.

I swallow down the lump in my throat and delete it, sending his worthless words to the trash along with every other message and email he’s sent. I try so hard to find the fixed smile I’ve worn this past week before I return to the celebrations, but my shattered heart is far from done hurting. Everything is an effort. My only saving grace is that everyone is so wrapped up in the day, my distraction isn’t being noticed.

My phone clutched tightly in my hand, I get up and step back into the ballroom, gazing around. It’s stunning when it’s an empty room. Now, with rows of gold chairs lined up, two enormous vases at the end of the aisle bursting with blush roses, and candles lighting the way, it’s beyond that.

“Oh, thank God, I’ve found you.”

I whirl around and find Clark pacing towards me. “Hey.” I smile and motion to the masterpiece of a ballroom. “Doesn’t it look incredible?”

“Wonderful.” He frowns and gives the space way less admiration than it deserves. “I’ve lost the cake. My one job was to get the cake here, and it’s missing.” He takes my hand and squeezes, crushing my phone in my grasp. “Please help me find the cake.”

“The cake is safe and sound.” I flex my hand, encouraging him to release me. “The wedding planner had the kitchen staff move it to the fridge to keep it cool.”

Clark deflates before my eyes. “Christ.” His cheeks puff out, the back of his hand wiping his brow. Then he smiles. “You look lovely.” He steps back and takes me in. “This colour suits you.”

I gaze down my front to the floor-length chiffon skirt and matching bandeau top, just an inch of my midriff exposed. “Thanks.”

“Teal.”

I freeze, jarred, my eyes still cast down. “What?”

“It’s teal,” he says. “The colour of your dress.”

“Sure. It’s teal.”

“Actually, it’s more muted. Like the sea. You know, when you’re not sure if it’s blue or green.”

Jude’s eyes.

“Seafoam,” I murmur.

“Yes, that’s it!” Clark sings, as if the colour of my dress is something to celebrate. I suddenly want to rip it off my body. And since when has my brother been so observant? “Fuck, I’m nervous.” He starts twiddling his thumbs and looking around the ballroom before checking his watch. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His anxiety is the distraction I need, to be able to focus on someone else’s worries. “Hey,” I say, trying to get my head on straight. “You’ve got this.” I link my arm through his and start to lead him out of the ballroom. “We need to vacate; your guests will be directed in from the bar shortly.”

“Why haven’t I had a drink?” he asks. “I need a drink.”

“Let’s get you a drink.” I could do with one myself too, so I take Clark to the bar on the bottom floor rather than the bar where all the guests are congregating and drinking cocktails. I order two dirty martinis and sit my beloved little brother on a stool, putting a drink in his hand when the barman slides them across to me. Clark frowns at my choice but doesn’t question it, knocking the olive aside and tipping the drink back. “Jesus, Clark, you’re supposed to sip.”

He gasps and sets the glass down. “I feel better already.” He pops the olive in his mouth and sighs. “Is she nervous?” he asks. “Even a bit?”

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The Invitation (Arlington Hall #1) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas http://www.wownovels.com/the-invitation-arlington-hall-1-read-online-jodi-ellen-malpas Thu, 12 Jun 2025 17:30:16 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/the-invitation-arlington-hall-1-read-online-jodi-ellen-malpas Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark Authors: Jodi Ellen Malpas Series: Arlington Hall Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 105183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)

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An ambitious career woman. An enigmatic billionaire. There’s more to their affair than meets the eye in this scalding romance by the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the This Man series.

Amelia Lazenby deserves a breather—from work and from the stress of a recent breakup. Courtesy of her best friends, she gets a day of pampering at a posh country spa called Arlington Hall. Instead of finding calm, she finds her pulse racing when she sees flawlessly rugged Jude Harrison. Hand on heart, she’s never laid eyes on such a stunner. And an unexpected steam room meet takes their instant attraction to a whole new level.

Amelia wasn’t looking for an intense new affair. But the passion Jude ignites is off the charts. Even if he is a little possessive. Even if his temper can be as formidable as the influence he has on her body. He becomes all the more intriguing when Amelia discovers that Jude not only owns Arlington Hall but that their meeting was no accident. It was planned. But to what end?

That’s a mystery as irresistible as Jude himself. Is he worth the risk? Or is this the man who could break her?

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Chapter 1

I’m at my desk, five floors up and five rooms back, and I can still hear the blare of the car horn from the road outside. I take a deep breath and ignore the beeps of my phone, all messages from her. “Absolutely, Mr. Jarvis,” I say, checking the time. I’m late. “Let me look into that and get back to you.” I cringe, hearing the horn blaring again.

Gary appears at the door and tilts his head, making his grey quiff wobble, his lips pressed into a straight line. I hold up my hand, my expression full of apology, and get back to my call. “It’s a small shift, Mr. Jarvis. I honestly don’t think it’s cause for panic stations just yet.”

“When you’re playing with your own money, Amelia, you can be the judge of that.” Mr. Jarvis hangs up, and I exhale, slumping back in my chair.

“Aren’t you supposed to be off today?” Gary says with scorn, looking at the mini suitcase by my desk.

“You tell that to the FTSE 100,” I mumble, gathering up Mr. Jarvis’s file and popping it into my handbag. “He’s having a complete meltdown.” And I can’t really blame him, considering Mr. Jarvis is a heartbeat away from retirement and all his investments are due to mature in a matter of months.

I grab my bag and case, leaving the office before Abbie brings the buildings of Kensington down with her persistent honking horn. “I’m off.” I have no idea when I’m going to get back to Mr. Jarvis. Maybe while the girls are distracted during one of their treatments, I can whip out my laptop and snatch a few moments to reassure him his retirement pot is safe. No need for any drastic action just yet.

“Have a wonderful day,” Gary calls as I head to the elevator. “And, Amelia?”

I press the call button and turn.

He smiles, slipping off his glasses. “Happy birthday.”

Oh yes. Thirty today. “Thanks,” I say on an exhale, stepping into the cart. I escape the sound of Abbie’s horn in the time it takes me to ride down to the foyer, but the racket starts again the moment the doors slide apart.

Rushing outside, I fling open the passenger door, shoving my head inside her car. “Really?” I say as she grins at me. “The whole of Kensington knows you’re here.” I throw my case on the back seat and slide in, and Abbie pulls off fast, her Audi TT quite nippy.

“We’re late picking up Charley,” she says, her attention split between the traffic and my lap. “Nice dress.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m sure a cream pencil dress will fit right in at a spa.”

“I had to be prepared in case a Zoom call was needed.”

“And was it?”

“No.”

“So now you look like you’re going for a meeting instead of a cheeky spa day.”

I point to my case on the back seat. “I’ll change when I get there.”

Abbie looks at the dashboard when her mobile starts ringing. It’s Charley. “She’s called eight times since I’ve been waiting for you.” She rejects the call.

“Sorry.” I check my mobile, wincing at the icon telling me how many emails are in my inbox.

“Oh, please turn it off, just for today,” Abbie pleads, turning her beseeching blue eyes my way. Her chestnut hair is plaited messily over her shoulder, as opposed to my perfect, businesslike bun.

“I will,” I assure her, feeling a loose wisp of my ashy blond hair tickling my neck. I reach back and tuck it in.

“Do it now.”

“What?”

“Now. Turn it off now.”

“Silent?” I try.

“No, turn it off. We’re going off-grid. I have your mother helping Corey run the shop for me today, and Lloyd’s taken the day off work to look after the kids so Charley can come. The least you can do is turn off your phone.” She raises her brows. “Since it’s your birthday we’re celebrating. Just the three of us. Not the three of us and all your clients.”

“Okay,” I relent, taking the plunge and turning it off. I take a deep breath as I do.

“Happy birthday.” Abbie smiles across at me, taking my hand and squeezing. She doesn’t say any more. I’m thirty, recently single, and homeless. Life could be better. Could also be worse.

“Thanks.”

Her mobile rings again—Charley again. Abbie answers this time. “Ten minutes.”

“See you in twenty.” Charley sighs, then hangs up. It’s one of many things Charley and I have learned about Abbie over the years. If she says she’s going to be half an hour, she’ll be an hour. If she says she’s five minutes away, she means ten.

Abbie glances across to me as she turns at the lights. “We should go out this weekend.”

I snort. “I’m still not over last weekend.” A bit of vomit rises, reminding me of the hangover that lingered for days. “I only started feeling normal yesterday.”

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