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The third installment in the Hellbent series is coming Feb. 24, 2026!<br />
<br />
Quinn<br />
I’ve always had too many men in my life. My overbearing father. My domineering older brothers. My invasive nephews. The Trents and Caruthers run this town, and although I’ve never given them a reason to worry, they treat me like I’m made of glass.<br />
<br />
They’re wrong, though. At twenty-one, I finished college in record time, I own my own business, I pay taxes, I don’t party, and I’ve never broken a law.<br />
<br />
But I have one secret: I raced to grow up in case he ever came back home.<br />
<br />
Lucas Morrow grew up with my brothers and my family, but he left when I was thirteen. I’ve waited to see him again, making sure everything is perfect.<br />
<br />
But I’ve realized I’m waiting my life away. It’s time to move on. Maybe get my own place.<br />
<br />
And I think I’m going to make some new friends, too.<br />
<br />
It’s summer. Cookouts, Fourth of July, the Night Ride… I want freedom.<br />
<br />
I mean, I am my brothers’ sister. Did they really think the apple fell that far?<br />
<br />
Lucas<br />
She thinks her family are the only men watching her. So innocent.<br />
<br />
And I want to keep her that way. Even though I’m twelve years older, we were always the odd ones out around her family. She gravitated to me, and I always made sure she wasn’t alone. When I left, I told myself she’d be fine without me. They all would.<br />
<br />
But really, it was just an excuse to escape the guilt.<br />
<br />
I only meant to come back for a few days, but I never entertained the thought that she’d grown up. Her brothers are distracted, and one bad decision after another is circling her.<br />
<br />
A motocross racer who can’t stop whispering in her ear.<br />
<br />
A criminal from across the tracks who can’t stop looking.<br />
<br />
Old ghosts.<br />
<br />
And old enemies.<br />
<br />
She doesn't want a babysitter anymore, and if she ever finds out why I left town, she'll know why I'm not the best role model.<br />
<br />
But I'm still the older one.<br />
<br />
And she still needs supervision.<br />
<br />
*Quiet Ones is suitable for readers 18+ and should be read after Falls Boys and Pirate Girls<br><br>*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************<br><br>“Was it a threat, or a well-meant warning?”<br />
<br />
― Carolyn Keene, The Secret of Shadow Ranch<br><br>Quinn<br />
<br />
Nine Years Ago<br />
<br />
“We don’t have to find you, you know?” he calls out.<br />
<br />
I step from one rafter to the other, and then kneel down and peek through the slits in the ceiling beneath me. My niece and nephews are below, searching the great room of the main lodge of our family’s summer camp. At only ten—a couple of years younger than me—I don’t think they know that the ceiling above them is false, the rafters I stand on hidden away up here by the previous owners decades ago to conserve heat.<br />
<br />
I’m so close to them and they can’t even see me.<br />
<br />
“If we turn off the lights,” Kade goes on. “You’ll come to us!”<br />
<br />
I drew the short straw, so I have to hide. If they find me, then I’m the one who has to steal the keys to the ATVs for a no-parents’ midnight ride this weekend.<br />
<br />
I really don’t want to steal anything. I’m not good at breaking rules.<br />
<br />
“Quinnnn…” Hawke sings in a calm tone, and I watch him look from left to right like a cyborg scanning for heat signatures. “I know you can hear me, and I don’t have to shout. Where are you?<br />
<br />
I smile. Hawke is actually only a year younger than me, and I don’t usually stump him.<br />
<br />
I never really felt like the oldest out of the kids. I’m still wondering where I fit. My older brothers are their parents, and since the age gap between my brothers and me is more than twenty years, they act more like my parents too. Their kids grew up more like my cousins, but not in the same way that they’re cousins with each other. I never understood why it felt different, but I just knew that someday it would be.<br />
<br />
Maybe I liked that I’d be treated more like an aunt to them when we grew up. Or maybe I didn’t. All I knew was that something separated them and me, and it was more pronounced when we were all together like this, because that’s when I noticed the couples. How everyone broke into a natural pair. Dylan and Hunter. Kade and Hawke.<br />
<br />
The babies, A.J. and James, would also grow up together.<br />
<br />
They didn’t exclude me. But none of them gravitated to me like they did to each other.<br />
<br />
Even the adults were all in pairs.<br />
<br />
“Quinn!” Dylan yells, searching underneath lunch tables, dressed in her Chucks and hoodie.<br />
<br />
Kade’s twin, Hunter, follows her. Always within reach of each other. “Quinnie!” he calls.<br />
<br />
“Quinnie-bean!” I hear Kade tease from farther away.<br />
<br />
I hate those names. I should tell them, but everyone teases each other in this family, and I don’t want to make it awkward.<br />
<br />
Hawke stalks slowly, out of view, and I plant my hands on the rafter under me, pushing myself up. I leap from one beam to another, following their voices in the faint light streaming up from below.<br />
<br />
It’s a little dark up here, but it was the only hiding place I suspected they didn’t know about.<br />
<br />
They trail through the lodge, and I don’t peer down to see which rooms they search. The kitchen, the pantry, the offices…<br />
<br />
Taking out my compass, I flip the lid, finding north. I turn to where the needle points, knowing the lake is ahead of me—out of the lodge, across the lawn, and to the beach. Then I pivot to the left, knowing the way out is that way.<br />
<br />
“We’re coming for you, Quinn!” Hunter threatens.<br />
<br />
Followed by Kade, “I just hope we find you before sheee does.”<br />
<br />
She…<br />
<br />
I glance over one shoulder, then the other, looking above me and all around.<br />
<br />
Undergrove.<br />
<br />
That’s what they call her. The spirit who lives on the tiny island in the middle of the lake. A summer camp urban legend. I scan the far recesses of the dark corners, the walls of the attic disappearing into a black void. She could be there.<br />
<br />
But I shake it off and kneel back down. He’s just trying to scare me out of hiding. I don’t believe in ghosts.<br />
<br />
And I don’t know why I’m even playing hide-and-seek. I don’t want to steal the ATVs for a secret ride in the woods, either. One of the many other things about me that made it feel like I never really fit in with my family. They all love to drive things. Especially the adults. Cars, motorcycles, drones, boats, side-by-sides…<br />
<br />
Lowering myself, I peer through a small hole in the ceiling.<br />
<br />
They all love speed, and they’re all in pairs.<br />
<br />
My brothers and their wives…<br />
<br />
My parents…<br />
<br />
“Can I help you?” I hear my mom through the peephole.<br />
<br />
I watch her pick up the other end of a table, helping my brother’s mom—my dad’s first wife—clear the room. The whole family is gathered this weekend to help my brother Jax and his wife, Juliet, clear and clean the lodge and cabins for renovations that’ll happen over the fall and winter, before next summer’s campers arrive.<br />
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Kade and Hunter Caruthers.<br />
<br />
Brothers. Twins.<br />
<br />
My cousins.<br />
<br />
In a way, they’re my family. Protective. Indulgent. My best friends. But there was something else there, too. That ever-present whisper that reminded me more as I got older that we didn’t actually share any blood.<br />
<br />
They used to be inseparable. We all were, but not anymore. I don’t know why Hunter left or why he joined a rival team in Weston—that Rebel town across the river—to stand on the opposite side of the field from his brother, but Kade is out for blood now and Hunter has finally decided to engage.<br />
<br />
Rivalry Week.<br />
<br />
Parades. Parties. Pranks.<br />
<br />
And the Prisoner Exchange.<br />
<br />
Weston will send a hostage to our school, and they’re taking me. I’m Hunter’s for two weeks. In a dilapidated brownstone on a nearly abandoned street with almost no supervision.<br />
<br />
Ten days in an enemy school. Fourteen nights in a town full of bullies with no curfews and no rules.<br />
<br />
And Hunter has no intention of protecting his little cousin anymore.<br />
<br />
The Pirates will come for me. How can they not? A Pirate never sits out on the fun.<br />
<br />
But I never needed protection or rescue, because a Pirate never runs, either.<br />
<br />
*Pirate Girls is a new adult romance suitable for ages 18+.<br><br>*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************<br><br>“You have to fight twice—once against your fear and once against your enemy.”<br />
<br />
― Carolyn Keene,<br />
<br />
Captive Witness (Nancy Drew Mystery Stories #64)<br><br>To Aunt Carol, who read Bully<br />
<br />
and asked, “Where the hell are their parents?”<br />
<br />
They’re now the parents!<br><br>Dylan<br />
<br />
I lock eyes on Aro, willing her not to say it.<br />
<br />
“You’re half an hour late,” she tells me.<br />
<br />
Yeah, duh.<br />
<br />
I cross the parking lot, speed-walking up to her as she waits near one of our school’s rear entrances. The lights from the football stadium brighten the night sky off to my right, and an announcer’s voice booms so loudly I can’t make out what he’s saying. But the crowd cheers anyway. I swipe my hand under my chin, wiping off the mud, and tuck my keys in the pocket of my filthy motorcycle jacket.<br />
<br />
My cousin’s girlfriend lowers her voice as I approach the door. “Your dad thinks I went to get you,” she says.<br />
<br />
I pull out a metal nail file, Aro moving to the side as I grab the door handle and start working the lock. I need to clean up before my parents come out of the stadium. I have a change of clothes in my gym locker. If my dad sees the dirt all over me…<br />
<br />
I glance at her. “You didn’t tell him where I was, did you?”<br />
<br />
She hoods her brown eyes and locks her jaw, and I realize I’ve insulted her. She wouldn’t rat me out. It’s code.<br />
<br />
“Good.” I nod and continue working. “Just don’t say anything if he asks.”<br />
<br />
“He’s going to know,” she fires back. “If I don’t respond, it’s because I don’t want to lie, and he knows that.”<br />
<br />
I jiggle the nail file and then twist. “Well, you can lie...”<br />
<br />
It’s always an option, of course. He can’t ground her.<br />
<br />
I guess he can try to force my uncle Jax—his brother—to ground her, since she and her two siblings live with him and his wife next door to us. But Jax won’t do that. Aro stopped being a child long before she should have, and Jax understands that better than most.<br />
<br />
I grip the tool, twisting and jiggling some more, but then I feel the heat of her stare.<br />
<br />
I look over, meeting very different eyes this time. Darker.<br />
<br />
I shake my head, completely fed up with myself. She loves her life here. My dad is her boss. She lives in his brother’s house. She dates my cousin, Hawke. She goes to school with me. Her brother and sister are thriving in our community...<br />
<br />
I’m asking her to disrespect all of that.<br />
<br />
“That wasn’t okay.” I pause. “I’m sorry.”<br />
<br />
Her left eyebrow arches, and she holds out for a moment more before finally giving in. “It’s fine.” She sighs. “Last year I was kicking your ass. This year, I’m the only one you tell all of your secrets.”<br />
<br />
Kicking my ass…what?<br />
<br />
She smiles smugly. “You’re so lucky to have me, aren’t you?”<br />
<br />
I am. I adore her.<br />
<br />
But she did not kick my ass…<br />
<br />
I jam and jiggle the tool in my hand, trying to muscle it.<br />
<br />
If we hadn’t been pulled off each other during that fight…<br />
<br />
The thin edge of the nail file cuts into my hand as I try to pry the lock.<br />
<br />
Nearly all of my cousins are guys. I know how to wrestle, thank you.<br />
<br />
But then…the file snaps in two, half of it still lodged in the lock.<br />
<br />
I dart my eyes over to Aro, a groan expelling from my lungs as my shoulders slump.<br />
<br />
She rolls her eyes and moves in. “Seriously, get out of the way.”<br />
<br />
I step off to the side and watch her pull out her key ring full of carefully hidden little tools from her misspent youth. Digging my broken nail file out of the lock, she inserts a small tension wrench. Holding it with one hand, she finds another little thingy and slides that into the doorknob.<br />
<br />
I’m glad I asked her to meet me here. She’s taught me how to do this three times, but I still struggle. I should’ve just gone home to clean up, but Rivalry Week starts tonight. I need to be here.<br />
<br />
Her eyes flash to my hand. “You’re bleeding.”<br />
<br />
I look down, seeing blood spread over the long bone of my index finger.<br />
<br />
I graze my chin again and hold my hand up, seeing a few thin crimson lines. Yeah, that wasn’t mud I felt before. It’s going to be hard to hide that.<br />
<br />
She works the lock, and I can tell she’s biting her tongue. She knows I fell off my bike, while I was training illegally and without permission tonight, and that my face is bleeding, because I took off my helmet while I was racing.<br />
<br />
“What happens if you get injured and you’re all alone out there?” she asks.<br />
<br />
I check my phone, seeing two missed calls from my dad. I tuck it back into my pocket. “You’ve faced people with guns. Alone,” I point out. “This is nothing.”<br />
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<div class='book-details-pages-words'><strong>Total pages in book: </strong>133<br /><strong>Estimated words: </strong>130221 (not accurate)<br /><strong>Estimated Reading Time in minutes: </strong>651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm) <br /></div><div class='pagination-custom-post-pages'><a href='#'><<<</a><a href='#'><</a><a href='#' class='active'>1</a><a href='?mypage=2'>2</a><a href='?mypage=3'>3</a><a href='?mypage=11'>11</a><a href='?mypage=21'>21</a><a href='?mypage=2'>></a><a href='?mypage=133'>133</a></div>	
	
	
	
	

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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>(Hellbent #1) Falls Boys</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/penelope-douglas">Penelope Douglas</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B09JPY7YJL</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
The HELLBENT Series—a spin-off to the Fall Away series—is coming!<br />
“The kids are growing up—different from their parents but the same in so many ways…”<br />
ARO<br />
Hawken Trent. So polite. So sweet. Such an upstanding young man. A virgin, too, I hear. He never gets naughty with a girl. Probably because Jesus told him not to. And now here he is, trying to be the hero by protecting another girl from me.<br />
He calls me a bully. Irrational. Unreasonable. A criminal. He can call me anything he wants, I’ve heard worse.<br />
And he can try to stand between me and my money, but he’s never had to fight for food. That rich, clean, school boy doesn’t have what it takes.<br />
HAWKE<br />
I surprised her. You should’ve seen her face.<br />
Just because I don’t have a record, honey, doesn’t mean I’m clean. It just means I’m better at not getting caught.<br />
That is until I realize I might’ve actually gone too far this time. She’s there. I’m there. The scene of the crime. It’s dark. The police show up.<br />
We have no choice. We run. Down High Street, into Quinn’s bake shop, and I pull her through the entrance to the old speakeasy that everyone forgot was here decades ago.<br />
The door locks, the cops circle the building, never knowing we’re right here, and I’m hidden in plain sight, indefinitely, with someone’s who’s awful.<br />
Mean. Rough. Dirty. A thief. A delinquent.<br />
*FALLS BOYS is a standalone New Adult romance suitable for readers 18+. Reading the Falls Away series first is helpful but not necessary.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/hellbent-series-by-penelope-douglas">Hellbent Series by Penelope Douglas</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/penelope-douglas">Penelope Douglas</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Aro<br><br>I don’t know how I’ll die, but God, I hope it’s with a view.<br />
<br />
The rafters above cross over my head, ascending higher and higher and only visible by the faint light of the moon streaming through the windows.<br />
<br />
But as I stretch my eyes, trying to see deeper into the darkness up there, it just becomes a void. Invisible. Empty space. I can’t make out what’s beyond, and I almost like that better.<br />
<br />
Mystery. Discovery.<br />
<br />
Hope.<br />
<br />
I spend too much time looking up. More so than ever now.<br />
<br />
“I sent him!” Hugo yells into his phone. “You got a problem with that?”<br />
<br />
I wince, dropping my eyes.<br />
<br />
“Flaco got arrested,” he explains to a customer as I look over at him at his desk. “You got a new guy now.”<br />
<br />
Nicholas and Axel sit off to the side, cutting lines on a small round table with a girl in the middle. Her hands clasp a beer can in her lap.<br />
<br />
Not a girl.<br />
<br />
A kid.<br />
<br />
She tries to look older with the blue streaks in her white hair, but she can’t be more than thirteen.<br />
<br />
A Metallica song covered in Spanish blasts over the speakers, but I still hear Hugo as he continues to gripe into the phone. “You know what the transiency rate is on runners? You think I got a damn secretary who can call and alert you every time one is replaced? You want the shit or not?”<br />
<br />
I’m almost amused, but only because I like to see him stressed. It’s a pain in the ass for the delivery service as well as the customer. You text, and the last thing you want is someone you don’t know showing up at your house with the drugs you ordered. Hugo’s right, though. Runners come and go. They get arrested, deported, they O.D.…<br />
<br />
Three guys line up behind me, waiting their turn as we stand in the repurposed fire house. The bay door behind me still works too, letting cars enter from time to time. It’s like a massive garage, but despite what goes on in this building, I like it. It’s old and still smells like the tires of the old fire engines they used to keep here.<br />
<br />
I glance up once more, my body—for just a moment—way up there and looking down at all of this. From high above. Away. Safe. In the quiet.<br />
<br />
I murmur to myself, “Tranquila.”<br />
<br />
Peace.<br />
<br />
But then someone speaks. “Come on, kid,” they say.<br />
<br />
I look over, watching Axel hand the girl a severed straw and direct her to the coke on the table.<br />
<br />
Every muscle in my body hardens, my legs immediately moving without thinking. I close the distance in two steps, grab the straw out of her hand, and shove her in the chest, pushing her dumbass back into her seat.<br />
<br />
Axel and Nicholas rear back, looking up at me, but I’m talking before they have a chance. “What are you wasting blow on her for?” I snap.<br />
<br />
Axel rolls his eyes, picking up another straw. “White kids got problems too, Aro.”<br />
<br />
He plugs one side of his nose, sticking the straw into the other, and leans down. I turn away, but I hear his snort behind me.<br />
<br />
Hugo tosses his phone onto his desk, turns down the music, and I step back up, my hands in the pockets of my black bomber jacket.<br />
<br />
“How are you?” he asks, picking up his half-eaten hamburger and taking a bite. He washes it down with a swig of beer and rises, digging in the file cabinet behind him.<br />
<br />
When I don’t answer, he turns to meet my eyes, my keys for the night jingling in his hand.<br />
<br />
I stare at him.<br />
<br />
He laughs under his breath, shaking his shaved head and I eye the scar on his eyebrow that he got from a fight when he was eighteen. He’d stitched himself up after downing half a bottle of tequila that night, and I looked up to him as a role model.<br />
<br />
I don’t anymore.<br />
<br />
“So rude to me,” he teases. “You used to love me.”<br />
<br />
I was fifteen. It’s amazing how quickly someone can wise up.<br />
<br />
He takes a seat and writes down my schedule on a slip of paper. “How are the kids doing?” he asks.<br />
<br />
I remain silent, watching the table to my left out of the corner of my eye and making sure they don’t task me with driving the Falls girl to the hospital tonight. She needs to stay on her side of the river.<br />
<br />
“Your foster mom staying out of your way?” he continues, folding the paper.<br />
<br />
I hold out my hand for it, still not answering.<br />
<br />
He pauses, staring up at me like he’s waiting for something. Like for me to smile and hang on his every word like I did when I was younger and stuck in the same foster home with him.<br />
<br />
I shift my gaze over to Axel and Nicholas, brothers we met back in the day when were all placed together. They’re both lanky and tall, but Axel’s black hair is styled with a pompadour and shaved on the sides, helping to amplify his neck tattoos. Nicholas’s is trimmed but messy, still looking like the same kid I grew up with in a lot of ways.<br />
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