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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)

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TRISTAN HALL

With a serial killer's crosshairs on my back, the world as I knew it is turned upside down. The threats are real, the fear is palpable, and my survival? Questionable.

Enter Gabriel Fernandez, a hunky detective-bodyguard hybrid with a mission to shield me from danger. Our connection is instantaneous, sparking an undeniable attraction that threatens to melt us both on the spot. But yielding to our emotions could jeopardize my safety, exposing me to danger.

Our solution? Draw a line until the killer is caught, then reassess things then. Except a looming question What if Gabriel fails to stop the murderer in time? And what if our lightning-hot romance only paints a brighter bullseye on my back?

GABRIEL FERNANDEZ

As a detective in Stonewall Investigations' elite division, I specialize in high-stakes cases and perilous pursuits. My latest mission leads me to Atlanta, and straight into the life of Tristan Hall. He's alluring, captivating, and in serious danger.

My task is keep distractions at bay and ensure Tristan's safety while uncovering the identity of the Midnight Chemist. But how can I maintain focus when Tristan himself is the most tantalizing distraction of all?

The stakes are sky-high, and more than just my heart is on the line. As the danger escalates, so do my feelings for Tristan, setting the stage for a case that will change both of our lives one way or another.

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TRISTAN HALL

There were a couple of different kinds of phone calls. Some were pleasant, like the calls from an old friend checking in on you. Some were unforgettable, like the FaceTimes that showed off engagement rings or baby bumps.

Then there were the bad calls. The ones in the middle of the night, the sad “hellos,” and the tearful “goodbyes.” Bad news always ended up being a bitter pill to swallow.

But some calls were downright traumatic. Like the one I had gotten when I was supposed to be in the “happiest place on Earth.” A private detective I had reached out to was on the other line, and he was breaking the worst news of my entire life:

I had become the target of a serial killer.

Ever since then, my life changed. Fear commanded my every move. Anxiety gnawed away at me like a living force, feeding off my sleepless nights and restless days. I couldn’t write a single word, and for an author staring down the barrel of a hard deadline for a book he’d barely even started—that was the stuff of nightmares.

And I was living it.

I must have walked under five ladders, broken ten mirrors, and crossed thirteen black cats because I felt like the unluckiest man in the world.

I dragged myself out of bed and managed to shower and brush my teeth, something that had seemed nearly impossible over the last week. All I wanted to do was stay in bed with the covers over my head, like a turtle tucked away in his shell. I didn’t want to deal with anything. Why would I when I could get abducted and killed at any moment?

That was always quite a sobering thought.

Steam still filled the bathroom as I opened the door, the cloud of vapor escaping into the hall. There was a small crack in the mirror that came from the medicine cabinet that was half on the wall and half on the counter. I couldn’t really bring myself to fix it, not that I was ever a handyman in the first place. I didn’t even want to call someone to fix it.

In fact, I didn’t want to make or receive a single phone call for the rest of my (possibly short) life. If it was important, then they could send an email.

My phone started to buzz in my gym shorts. I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself, taking it out and wondering who was calling me so early in the—

Shit, I thought as I read the time on the screen. How is it already past noon?

I answered the call, walking barefoot down the carpeted hall that was in desperate need of a vacuum. Dust bunnies seemed to dance with every step I took. “Hey, Noah, what’s up?”

“Did you just wake up?”

“Maybe.”

“Tristan, it’s almost one o’clock in the afternoon.”

“I know, I know. I slept through my alarms.” As if I had set any in the first place.

“That’s okay. I was just calling to make sure book club was still on for tonight?”

Damn it, that’s tonight. “Yes, yup. It’s still on. I’ll see you guys at seven.”

“Okay, and like I said before, my place is still open to host. Jake and I just spent the morning cleaning up, so it’s all ready.”

I walked into my cluttered living room, a pizza box left open on the coffee table with a couple of crusts still sitting there. Clothes were thrown on the back of the couch, and a pile of unorganized sneakers clustered up next to the door. I stuffed down the sigh that threatened to escape.

“No, it’s fine. It gives me an excuse to get things in order over here.”

I nearly tripped on an empty Amazon box. I hung up the call and looked around the disaster that was my living room. The curtains were drawn, but the bright late-afternoon sun still managed to shine through, throwing a warm orange filter over the messy space. I pulled open the curtains and looked out to the overgrown front yard.

I couldn’t blame all of this on my recent “issue” of being hunted by a psychotic serial killer, although that definitely was a factor.

But if I did some actual introspection, I’d realize that this had been building up over the past few years. It was a general sense of unhappiness, a dark and heavy cloud that slowly crept in from the horizon, settling directly above my head and casting everything around me in shadow. I didn’t know what had triggered it, nor did I know how to fight it, and it was really fucking my shit up. Not only was the house in a state of disrepair, but I felt my own life falling apart all around me.

My last couple of books didn’t do well, my agent dropped me five days before Christmas, leaving me scrambling over the holidays trying to find a new one, my love life was completely and utterly devoid of any joy, and now I couldn’t even open up a dating app without being terrified about the faceless person on the other end.

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Midnights Like This (Book Club Boys #2) Read Online Max Walker http://www.wownovels.com/midnights-like-this-book-club-boys-2-read-online-max-walker Thu, 30 Mar 2023 14:04:05 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/midnights-like-this-book-club-boys-2-read-online-max-walker Genre: M-M Romance, Suspense Authors: Max Walker Series: Book Club Boys Series by Max Walker
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)

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Eric Ruiz-
I never thought I’d see him again.
We ended things on a horrible note, and it was all my fault. So when I bump into Colton at a local coffee shop, I’m convinced it’s some kind of prank.
But it wasn’t. Colton was back in town, and he needed help. His mom was killed in a burglary gone wrong, and he’s convinced there’s more to the story.
He’s also convinced I’m the only one who could help him. It would require being fake boyfriends and going with him to his family retreat, but at least we had some real experience being together.
Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

Colton Cooper-
I always wondered if we’d meet again.
Eric was my first love. Even though we had to keep it a secret, he had held my entire heart.
And ended up breaking it.
But when I see him again after all these years, those feelings come rushing back. Along with an idea.
Eric had a lot to make up for. So the least he could do was fly with me to the South of France and try to figure out who in my family was responsible for my mom’s death.
I just hoped history didn’t repeat itself.

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COLTON COOPER

The sound of a shattering champagne glass mixed with an ear-splitting cry. Time seemed to still. Paused, as if someone had pressed a button on the remote. The air in the spacious living room grew as heavy as lead, sinking into my lungs. It mixed with the adrenaline and elation that came from solving the case.

But at what cost?

Eric looked at me, big brown eyes swirling with a storm of pain. I wanted to reach out, grab his hand in mine. I wanted him to tell me that it would be okay. That the plan worked. It was all worth it… or was it? Did I just lose more than I’d gained?

That’s when my brother spoke, breaking the thick silence. “I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill my mother.”

Archie’s voice was hoarse, his throat likely constricting with the panic that no doubt flooded through him. Jen, my sister, held back tears, a shaking hand covering her mouth.

My entire body felt like it had been struck by lightning. Every single cell in my body was fried from the shock.

Eric had laid it all out for us. He’d listed the exact reasons why my brother would be motivated to end our mother’s life. It all made a twisted, sick kind of sense. I didn’t want to believe a single word of what Eric was saying, but deep down, I knew he only spoke facts.

“You don’t even belong here, on this trip.” My brother advanced toward Eric, pushing aside the love seat that his wife sat on as if it were made of paper. She shouted again, grabbing onto the armrests. I’d never seen my brother this angry before, his face a cherry red and his hands forming tight fists. “You and Colton concocted this entire plan to, what, frame me? Do you want me off the will, Colton? More money for you and your fake boyfriend? Huh? Eric, do you get a cut?”

My eyes opened wide, as if my little brother had slapped me across the face. I shook my head, trying to process it all. My dad was dead silent as he stood by the window, watching us all as if he was seeing us for the first time in his entire life.

“Eric and I are…” I looked at him. The man I loved. The man I used to love. The man I’d brought here under fake pretenses, the man I’d been unable to deny real feelings for.

Was I losing him tonight, too?

“Colton brought me here as a detective, first and foremost. Yes. Our relationship was fake, but the information I uncovered is all real, and I wouldn’t have found any of it if I didn’t act the part with Colt,” Eric said, speaking the truth and stabbing me directly in the chest while he did it.

Shit… That hurt. Maybe it was because emotions were already sky-fucking-high, but hearing Eric say that he came here just as a detective made my chest tighten even more than it already was. Like an invisible boa constrictor was intent on squeezing every last molecule of air I held in my lungs. I looked out the window at the dark and cloudless sky, wondering how the hell this trip had turned tits up in a matter of minutes. And was it all my fault? Should I have left it all alone? Should I have never invited Eric? Never have come up with this wild plan in the first place? I could see now that all the roads led to heartbreak. Each and every single one of them.

Because, no matter what, at the end of the day, my mom was still dead, and my “fake boyfriend” was now accusing one of my brothers of her murder.

How did that not amount to heartbreak of the worst kind?

“This is fucking crazy,” Kendall said, pushing past my grandma, who looked like she was two seconds away from passing out onto her girlfriend. “We’re standing here, dressed like fucking Clue characters, talking about Archie like he could hurt a fly, much less our own mother. Do you see how ridiculous that sounds?”

Eric took out his phone, opening it to a video that took up his entire screen.

“What is that?” Archie asked, trying to snatch the phone from Eric’s hand but proving to be too slow.

“It’s proof of your involvement in Amelia’s death.”

The room fell into a pit of silence and dread. Eric turned to me, that teddy-bear look of his twisted in pain. “Do you want to stay here for this?” he asked me.

I nodded, unable to speak.

Eric pressed Play, and the sounds of my mom being strangled to death filled the room, making me regret my decision to stay, along with every single fucking decision in my life that had led me up to this nightmare come true.

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COLTON COOPER

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Love and Monsters (Book Club Boys #1) Read Online Max Walker http://www.wownovels.com/love-and-monsters-book-club-boys-1-read-online-max-walker Wed, 02 Nov 2022 21:50:12 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/love-and-monsters-book-club-boys-1-read-online-max-walker Genre: Contemporary, Crime, M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense, Thriller Authors: Max Walker Series: Book Club Boys Series by Max Walker
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 75720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)

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Noah Barnes
A trip to the grocery store changed my life.
That’s where I bumped into my ‘straight’ co-worker and good friend, Jake Perez.
I decided to invite him to my book club night, not realizing the chain of events that invite would kick off.
Immediately our chemistry became too explosive to contain, making our friendship and work relationship complicated. That same night, a bloody package addressed to me lands on my doorstep.
Falling for Jake was never in the plans—then again neither was being targeted by a dangerous stalker.
This was going to be interesting.

Jake Perez
We were supposed to stay just friends—but how was that going to happen when all I wanted to do was kiss the guy?
Joining his book club sounded like a perfect way to spend more time with him. I wasn’t counting on liking him more and more with every passing second.
Then came the targeted threats, throwing a wrench in our budding ‘friendship’.
One thing was certain, though. Well, maybe two.
I was going to help Noah figure out who was behind making his life a living hell and I was going to do it while staying as just friends.
Friends who liked to hold hands and kiss and…
Yeah. This was going to be harder than I thought.

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NOAH BARNES

He was wearing those khaki pants again.

The ones that hugged his bubble butt and bunched up between his legs when he sat. They were the pants that turned me absolutely feral. Like a cat in heat, yowling at anything close by that could potentially fuck me. A tree branch? Sure, yowling. A pair of muddy sneakers? Yowling.

A delicious-looking bulge offered up by my straight coworker and friend? Absolutely yowling. Loud enough to pop a couple of eardrums and break a few windows.

I adjusted myself in my seat, hiding just how excited those damn pants made me by rolling my chair further under my desk. Somehow, I managed to pry my gaze away, keeping my creeper tendencies in check while I tried to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me. Numbers swam, columns danced, rows rearranged themselves all into the shape of a thick pen—

“Hey, Noah, you have lunch yet?”

“Nope, not yet.”

So if you’d like to serve me some sausage, we can just get started.

Damn… I was thirsty. And not just for the half-drank Gatorade bottle on my desk (blue, because that was the superior flavor according to anyone with taste buds). It wasn’t exactly a new state of being for me. I’d been boy crazy ever since my hormones kicked into overdrive—likely the exact moment I witnessed the star quarterback of our high school’s football team changing in front of me, nearly causing an extremely embarrassing and traumatizing mess in my towel. Luckily, I held it together that day, but the boy-session never left. I embraced it in my senior year when I came out to two of my best friends in an empty Taco Bell parking lot after we had snuck a (minuscule) amount of vodka out of my parents’ fridge and got drunk at the playground nearby.

I remember being scared shitless. Eric and Tristan had been my best friends since elementary school. We’d been through some crappy times and some over-the-chart incredible times, always sticking together through it all. But this? Well, this was different. It wasn’t about who cheated in Super Smash or Tristan choosing to go on a date with Sarah Miller over their usual Saturday night hangout.

This threatened to shake the very core of our friendship. Being gay—especially back in the early 2000s—was something that many people still didn’t understand, and high school boys weren’t exactly revered for their ability to fully understand and empathize with the world around them. Not only that, but kids were mean as shit. My friends might have been okay with me being gay, but would they have been okay with being gay by association? It all stacked up on my shoulders and made the words a mission to get out, likely not helped by the slight slur I had from taking my sip of vodka and orange juice.

“I’m…well, I’m—”

“What? Scared of butterflies? We know that,” Tristan said, pushing his glasses up his nose and flashing that thousand-watt smile of his.

Eric took a bite of his taco, speaking through the crunches. “You’re going to be competing on the next season of Big Brother?”

“No, yeah, right, I wish. Imagine me on—” I shook my head, getting off track. I just had to let the words out. Two simple yet galaxy-sized words:

“I’m gay.”

There was no taking it back once I said it. The truest part of myself was laid bare, right there next to my half-eaten Crunchwrap Supreme. And, as I always should have known, there was no need to take it back. In fact, there wasn’t any need to be scared about coming out to Eric and Tristan either. Not when Eric spoke up and came out himself that same night, Tristan joining the rainbow mafia a month later.

Turned out that I’d been the first bedazzled domino to fall, but I wasn’t the last.

“Want to go for some Cuban?” Jake asked, drawing my attention up to his inhumanely blue eyes. Seriously, there should have been some law against having eyes that beautiful. Especially when you were straight. It was way too much power for one person to yield. Pretty privilege and straight privilege? It made me sick to my stomach.

Not sick enough to say no to a medianoche, though.

“Sure,” I answered, locking my computer and reaching for my wallet, still under the stacks of papers I had left it under. My office wasn’t exactly the picture of cleanliness and organization, but it worked for me. I’d only been in this position—accounts payable manager for a large construction company here in Atlanta—for about a month now, and in that time, I’d been way more focused on getting myself settled than on organizing my office.

Jake arched a skeptical bushy brow as I dug in a chaotic cabinet for my keys.

“What?” I asked. “I’ve got a system.”

He chuckled, which slightly annoyed me. Was he laughing at me? And why did his chuckle sound so damn cute? “Yeah? What system is that? Windows 95?”

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