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Chasing Series by Ella Goode – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com Fri, 16 Dec 2022 07:44:18 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.2 http://www.wownovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Chasing Series by Ella Goode – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com 32 32 Chasing Us (Chasing #2) Read Online Ella Goode http://www.wownovels.com/chasing-us-chasing-2-read-online-ella-goode Sat, 03 Dec 2022 10:16:08 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/chasing-us-chasing-2-read-online-ella-goode Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense, Virgin Authors: Ella Goode Series: Chasing Series by Ella Goode
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)

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Melody
Men say women are the weaker sex but would a man have kept writing to his crush after years of silence from said crush? No! He would’ve given that up and moved on! Instead, I powered forward, writing letter after letter to Benson Charles as he served our country. Sure, he might’ve been mad that when we were ten, I named him Biscuit, but honestly, is that something to hold a grudge over for a decade? He’s back in town and say he’s here for good and I’m going to be his. He says it’s to protect me from a serial killer who is hurting Harrisville citizens and truthfully, I think I have a better chance at finding the serial killer than I do of keeping my heart intact.

Frank
Trying to get a woman to forget the past is harder than pushing an elephant through a needle’s eye. Pretty sure that’s like the eleventh commandment. Here’s the deal though, Melody did write me a boat load of letters and yes, I read them like a lifeline to get me through each day. I should’ve answered them but I’m a piss poor writer surrounded by other stupid men. I kept my mouth shut with the theory that action speak louder than words only I spent so many years up in the sky for the Navy while she was at college that I didn’t have time to show Melody I loved her. Things are different now but in between trying to convince Melody that my intentions are serious, I have to catch a serial killer.

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CHAPTER 1

FRANK

“Biscuit!” I wasn’t prepared for Melody to throw herself in my arms. I also didn’t think she’d slap me. Both happened so quickly that I’m a little off center. I rub my cheek and stare after the blonde who is disappearing into the crowd.

“What happened?” asks my partner, Vincent.

“Hell if I know,” I reply. I figured she’d ignore me because I hadn’t written back to her. Over the years, she’d send me a letter now and then, keeping me up to date on the stuff happening here in town. I’d compose replies in my head like I’d make a shit-ass partner for someone like you since half my missions are secrets and If another guy ever looks at you longer than two seconds, I’m taking his eyes and Good thing you admitted that George was your neighbor’s Rottweiler because I was about to come home and murder someone, but they never made it onto the paper.

I’m not real good with words anyway. I’m a hands-on guy. In the Navy, I serve as a wizzo, a weapons systems officer. I sit behind the pilot, provide targeting information, and shoot down enemy aircraft. The last part we do in secret since technically we’re not at war with anyone. Unofficially, though, we’ve been sent on missions that require firepower. Not that we can tell anyone about it. The Navy’s changing. While there are a few missions that still require human pilots and wizzos, more and more of these tasks are carried out by drones.

Vincent and I are on extended leave because neither of us want to teach, which is basically the future of the pilots in the program. I’d rather let an F-14 run over me than have to stand in front of a bunch of newbies telling them how to fly their fake planes.

Now I’ve got to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life: be a teacher or a doer.

I’m not cut out for the first role, and the second role is on the government chopping block.

“Let’s get something to drink,” Vincent suggests.

I send one last look toward Melody and then decide to drink my night away. Unfortunately, I don’t get drunk enough to avoid seeing Vincent eye up my sister in ways no man should. “Don’t forget your promise to me.” If I’m not getting any, he needs to remain zipped up too. “Saved your sorry ass,” I add in case he forgot the circumstances around the promise.

He presses his lips together and then shoves a handful of pretzels in his mouth. In his head, he’s cursing me.

I shrug and gesture for the bartender to fill me up. If we’re going to be miserable and alone, might as well be drunk too. Only that plan is tossed out when Mom texts me that she’s making dinner.

As we’re walking home from the bar, Vincent asks me the question I’ve been waiting for all night. “Why’d she call you Biscuit?”

I decide to ignore him and pretend that the alcohol has affected my hearing.

“Seriously? You’re not going to tell me?”

“Are you leaving my sister alone?”

There’s complete dead silence from Vincent. I snort. “Exactly.”

We’re close to the house when he says, “You can fix things with Melody. I believe in you, Frank.” He pounds me on the back. I give him a healthy push, and maybe things would’ve escalated had I not caught Mom staring at us from the kitchen window.

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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)

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Vincent
Flying fighter jets was easier than wooing Emma Charles. If it isn’t her brother (and my best friend although seriously reconsidering that title) trying to block me at every turn, there’s the towns Sheriff trying to claim what I consider already mine. In between trying to convince my (maybe former best friend) that I’m fit to fly Emma’s plane, we have to dethrone this tyrant.

Emma
I know better than to fall for my brother’s best friend. For one, my brother would never allow it. For two, my brother’s a flight jockey which means his best friend is one, too. Do I really want to lose my heart to someone who loves the sky more than the earth? I know better! In all seriousness, though, I think I have a better chance at finally showing my small town who the Sheriff really is than I do of keeping my heart intact.

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CHAPTER 1

VINCENT

“Is that you, Biscuit?” screams a blonde no taller than a couple of Coke bottles stacked on top of each other. “I can’t believe you’re home! Finally!” The woman throws herself into the arms of the six-foot brick house next to me. His good reflexes, the ones that saved my life about nine months ago, kick in, and he catches her.

“Biscuit?” I mouth over the blonde’s head. That nickname is a new one. I’m used to calling the tawny-haired seaman Frank, which isn’t his name. It’s Benson Charles, which no one in my unit ever used because that is the name of some dog that wears pink bows and shoes, not for an officer who can hike twenty miles a day carrying a hundred pounds of shit on his back.

Nah, we call him Frank because his head is square like Frankenstein. Never in my time with him in the squad did I ever hear the name Biscuit.

Frank avoids my gaze and directs his attention to the girl in his arms. “Hey, Melody. Good to see you, too.”

“Good to see you?” She squirms out of his arms. “That’s all you gotta say to me?” Before Frank can react, the palm of her hand is whipping his face to the right. For a tiny thing, she’s got some power. She storms off, more like a tornado than a sweet song.

“What happened here?” I ask.

“Me being a dumbass,” Frank mutters. The tips of his ears are red, and there’s some color on his cheekbones. If we were back in the unit, I might give him more hell, but since we’re in his hometown and he saved my life, I keep it to myself.

“Let’s get a drink, eh? I’m parched.” I use my height and size to part the crowd and make my way to the bar. Beside me, Frank does the same. We reach the bar at the same time.

“Biscuit!” The bartender raises his hand for a high-five.

Frank grimaces slightly but slaps the hand in front of him anyway. “I need two beers. One for me and one for my squad mate, Vincent.”

I reach in my back pocket for my wallet, but Frank shakes his head. “Nah, Tom won’t take a dime from us.”

“That’s right,” chimes the bartender, grinning behind his unruly '90s-era pornstache. “Can’t be charging Biscuit and his buddies drinks. That’s against the rules, and don’t ask me what rules. They’re the rules up here.” He taps the side of his head. “It’s all karmic balance and shit. My old lady did me a card reading the other day and said my chakras are out of balance, so I’m getting them straightened out by not charging Frank and you for drinks. Don’t mess me up now.”

“Got it.” I take the frosty mug from Tom and tip it in his direction. “To healthy chakras. May your Virgo sun rise.”

Tom beams. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, do you?”

“No clue,” I admit.

He bellows a laugh. “You got a good one, Biscuit.”

“You can call me Frank, if you want, Tom. Biscuit’s kind of an old name, ain’t it?”

“Nah, you’ll always be Biscuit to me.”

“Don’t mess up his chakras by suggesting otherwise,” I add.

Frank glares at me over his own mug of beer. “You gonna be like this all week?”

“Yup. You gonna tell me what’s the deal back there?” I tilt my head toward the entrance where Frank got slapped.

“With Melody?” He rubs his thumb across his cheek.

“Yeah.”

“I guess she’s mad because she was writing me and shit.”

I nearly drop my beer on the counter. “What in the hell?”

Frank’s flush deepens, spreading from his ears down to his neck. “I’m no good with women, you know? What am I supposed to say to her? Like the first thing that comes out of my mouth earns me a slap. Besides, just cuz she’s writing to me don’t mean she’s that interested.”

“That wasn’t the slap of a disinterested woman, Frank.”

“She named me Biscuit when I was ten, and that’s all anyone calls me now.”

“Okay, you have a point there, but she was also mad as hell that you didn’t say something sweet to her. Make her know she was wanted. That her efforts in letter writing weren’t for nothing.”

“I kinda want to take my time.”

“Why? What’re you waiting for? Your signs to be aligned or some shit?”

“Are you telling me that you would rush into things? You spent the entire time in the squad keeping your dick zipped so tight that the guys were thinking about renaming you Catholic.”

“I just haven’t found the one, but once I do, I’ll take her, no matter what.” My eyes fall on a bright head in the middle of the room. I can’t see anything but the crown of her head, but her copper penny hair shines in the midst of the crowd like a treasure in the middle of a dusty cavern. Something deep inside me stirs, like a dragon seeing a priceless object for the first time. “If I see something I want, I’m gonna go for it.” I keep my eyes pinned on the head as I drain my beer. When I hit the bottom of the mug, I let it drop to the counter and get to my feet.

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