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Return to Dublin Street Series by Samantha Young – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:24:02 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.wownovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Return to Dublin Street Series by Samantha Young – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com 32 32 Hart Street Lane (Return to Dublin Street #3) Read Online Samantha Young http://www.wownovels.com/hart-street-lane-return-to-dublin-street-3-read-online-samantha-young Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:24:02 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/hart-street-lane-return-to-dublin-street-3-read-online-samantha-young Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Authors: Samantha Young Series: Return to Dublin Street Series by Samantha Young
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)

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A steamy fake engagement romance from New York Times Bestselling Author Samantha Young.

Faking it has never been so hard…

Breaking up with my fiancé wasn’t on my agenda this summer, neither was hiding the truth from everyone, including my colleagues at Pennington’s department store. But that tiny evasion gets me into trouble when I’m forced to play bride-to-be for our new marketing campaign. If my boss finds out I’ve lied to her, it won’t just be my reputation on the line; it’ll be my job.

Enter my new bestie, Baird McMillan. Professional goalkeeper, professional heartbreaker, and now my professional fake fiancé. Baird’s public escapades have gotten him on the wrong side of his football club’s new owner, and he needs to prove he’s settling down. A fake engagement is a win-win for us both.

There’s just one problem. It turns out there’s nothing fake about the explosive connection Baird and I share.

I may not have been looking for love, but every moment with Baird tempts me to reach for it. Yet just as I start to believe a future together could be a real possibility, our pasts come surging back with a vengeance. And with it, those who will do anything to destroy our chance at forever

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PROLOGUE

MAIA

It was past seven, and I was already late to get home for no-doubt the healthiest takeout my fiancé Will could find. My assistant Eli had left an hour ago with the rest of our team, including our boss, Christina. I was ready to be done for the day. Therefore, the sight of Becky Carruthers sashaying my way in her six-inch heels filled me with agitation.

Just five seconds. If she’d been five seconds later, I’d have already gotten on the lift and escaped.

She gestured with an impatient, demanding flick of her wrist, and I stupidly looked straight at her, losing my chance at plausible deniability.

“I’m surprised I caught you. You’re usually well gone by now.” Becky halted in front of me and thrust her tablet into my face.

Since her observation was deliberately incorrect, I forced the irritation out of my tone. “Problem?”

I loved my job as the senior fashion buyer at Pennington’s, one of the oldest department store chains in the country. Since Pennington’s Edinburgh was the flagship store, we were the cogs and wheels of the entire company, making all inventory and marketing decisions for our website and the four Pennington’s stores across the UK. The offices were on the two floors above the large bookstore next to Pennington’s, and we had direct access to the department store from there.

It was fun and exciting to stay on top of trends and travel for the Big Four. I flew out to Paris, New York, London, and Milan for fashion month at the end of September, early October, to see fashion collections and trends before they made it to the retailer level. I made selections and predictions based on our customer data, and we were then sent samples that I got to muse and mull over with my fashion buyer assistant Liza and my boss Christina, who was head of buying. Eli was my personal assistant, but they were interested in working their way up, so I encouraged them to offer opinions too. Our profit margin suggested my team had an excellent eye. There had been several seasons where an item had gone viral from Pennington’s, kicking off a national trend. I even enjoyed negotiating with suppliers, managing our budget, and collaborating with marketing on promotions.

That is … I used to enjoy collaborating with marketing.

Becky was hired as marketing manager eighteen months ago, and she was driven to the point of driving me insane. If it were up to Becky, we’d all work sixteen-hour shifts and have no life at all. That was fine. Kind of. However, her passive-aggressive suggestions that I didn’t work hard enough and that I was relying on my wealthy fiancé for financial stability were not fine. Becky was full of snide comments I had to pretend I didn’t hear for the sake of professionalism. Not to mention that since Becky’s arrival, Liza had become somewhat frosty and aloof with me. Sometimes downright rude, and since I was her boss, I should call her out for it. But the situation had made me paranoid. Especially considering our relationship was fine until Becky entered the picture.

“Head office just gave their go-ahead to an idea Nadia on my team came up with.” Her lips pinched, and I knew she was pissed that Nadia had come up with an idea she hadn’t.

I glanced over the email. It was confirmation that the marketing department had been given the green light and a considerable budget to proceed with their new marketing campaign. Apparently, to boost the company’s social media presence and bring them into this decade, Nadia had suggested running a campaign following an engaged couple through their wedding journey. Pennington’s would supply everything for the hen night, stag do, ceremony, and reception, homeware for their new home together, and a luxury five-star honeymoon. The couple wouldn’t have to pay for a thing, but they’d have their lives splashed across Pennington’s socials for months as the campaign unfolded.

It was actually kind of genius.

“Well done to Nadia.”

Becky grimaced, and I shifted uncomfortably at her jealous annoyance.

“Just let me know what you need. Happy to source whatever. I bought several gowns from Vienne’s upcoming bridal collection for the store, and there are stunning options for the campaign. Anyway, we’ll talk tomorrow. I’m late for Will.”

Becky’s gaze flickered to the elaborate diamond engagement ring Will had slipped onto my finger at around the same time Becky joined our Edinburgh store. “What a luxury it must be not to have to worry about working yourself into the ground because you have a fiancé with an amazing job.” She tilted her head as she repeated a comment I’d heard from her almost every week since she started working here.

I gave her a tight smile. “We still have our own flats. No one else pays for my life.”

She blinked, clearly surprised I’d responded. “Oh. That’s a little defensive. I didn’t mean to hit a nerve. Anyway.” She stepped closer, and I visualized drawing a crazy mustache on her face so I wouldn’t call her a passive-aggressive cow. “I think you and Will are the perfect couple for the campaign. I already ran it by Hilary, and she agrees.”

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A Royal Mile (Return to Dublin Street #2) Read Online Samantha Young http://www.wownovels.com/a-royal-mile-return-to-dublin-street-2-read-online-samantha-young Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:08:24 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/a-royal-mile-return-to-dublin-street-2-read-online-samantha-young Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult Authors: Samantha Young Series: Return to Dublin Street Series by Samantha Young
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)

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A steamy enemies-to-friends-to-lovers romance from New York Times Bestselling Author Samantha Young.

It’s hard to stay in the friend zone when the attraction is this hot…

Going into my senior year of university at war with a member of the British royal family wasn’t in my carefully laid plans. Sebastian Thorne might be the grandson of a princess, but it’ll take more than a royal pardon to get me to forgive him for pretending to be someone he’s not.

But Sebastian is determined to be my friend. Even if it means signing up to a psych experiment just to get me to talk to him. Who knew a sincere apology and him saying my name in that posh English accent would make me weak in the knees?

This year was supposed to be about my dissertation and graduate school. Only, Sebastian has thrown my ordered world off kilter. He makes me bolder, more confident. A braver version of me.

Yet every lingering glance and stolen touch has me realizing one thing…

I’m falling for my best friend.

There’s just one problem. Sebastian has demons, ones that make him determined to keep me in the friend zone no matter the cost.

And even when temptation sends his walls tumbling down, the beauty we’ve found might not survive against the will of powerful outside forces

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CHAPTER ONE

LILY

Edinburgh, Scotland

Cars and black cabs continually moved up and down Leven Street. My gaze wandered from the street to the shops opposite the flat, to the Victorian apartments above them that mirrored the one I stood within. My fingers twitched on the curtains as I attempted to dispel the melancholy hovering over me.

Bruntsfield has been my home for two years. After a year in university accommodation, Madison, my freshman roommate and best friend, and I moved into this flat near the Meadows, a park close to the main campus. We were a quick walk to the library and the Dugald Stewart Building, which housed my psychology classes. The flat was old with a crappy heating system, several broken sash-and-case windows, and a stubborn mice problem. But it was airy and roomy, and it held within it two years of memories. Some extremely happy. Some not so much.

But it was home.

And it was my final year here with Maddie.

A soft object connected with the back of my head, bringing me out of my musings. A sharp glance over my shoulder informed me the object was a cushion and my attacker was Madison.

She grinned unrepentantly from her spot on the sofa next to Sierra. “Hey, daydream believer, I’ve been calling your name.”

I turned, settling against the windowsill. “Sorry. What’s up?”

“It’s our first night back at uni. We need to celebrate,” Sierra, our podcast cohost, piped up in her American accent. She was a full-time international student at the University of Edinburgh, originally from New Hampshire. We’d met in one of my English lit modules in freshman year before I made the switch to psychology. Sierra wanted to work her way up to becoming a developmental editor at a publisher when she moved back to the States.

“Teviot? For old times’ sake,” Madison suggested.

Sierra and I glanced at each other before immediately shooting our friend’s idea down with a cacophony of increasingly emphatic nos.

Maddie raised her hands in surrender. “Jesus, it was only a suggestion.”

Teviot was part of U of E’s student union. It was housed in a beautiful, Gothic-style building on the main campus at Bristo Square. It had a nightclub inside and a couple different bars, including the Library Bar and Teviot Lounge Bar. Sierra and I considered Teviot primarily for freshmen. Also, a wee bit gross. There were much-needed plans in place to redevelop the entire building.

“I guess we’re too cool for Teviot these days,” Maddie continued sardonically in her Geordie accent.

I snorted because I’d never been cool a day in my life. “It’s not that. It’s freshers’ week and it will be teeming with eighteen-year-olds. Let’s go somewhere less freshmany.”

“Somewhere less freshmany requires paying full price,” she reminded us.

“We could go to BrewDog.” Sierra shrugged. “Student discount.”

A twenty-minute walk later, we were in the busy bar on Cowgate, a long way from our first-year uni accommodation. Lucky for us, a table of people were leaving as we came in and we grabbed their booth. The girls strode off to order drinks at the bar while I protected our spot. Indie rock music pumped through the room, loud enough to be heard but low enough you could still have a conversation. In fact, the loud hum of discussion and laughter overpowered the music. Because we’d nabbed the table before a server could clean it, it was sticky and the earthy smell of hops permeated the air.

“You’re doing it. I can feel it,” Maddie said as they returned, sliding a pint of pale ale toward me.

I frowned. “What am I doing?”

“You’re missing this already.” She gestured among us all. “You’re being all sad and mopey when we have an entire year ahead of us.”

Sierra nodded. “Don’t you think I’m the saddest of us all? When I leave, I’m heading back over that great big ocean. Maddie’s heading back to Newcastle, which is only a few hours away, so you guys can see each other whenever you want. I doubt we’ll see each other more than every other year or so, maybe not even then.”

My heart ached at the thought. “I’m going to miss you. So much.”

“No!” Maddie yelled dramatically, causing heads to turn our way. She made a face at the onlookers and shooed them. “Back to your own business, people.” Turning to us, she narrowed her pretty blue eyes. “We are not doing this. We are not spending our senior year missing one another before we even leave. We’re going to enjoy the shit out of this year and each other.” Maddie raised her glass. “Promise me.”

Sierra and I shared one last melancholy smile before I made a concerted effort to shrug off the sadness. Maddie was right. We knew Maddie would be returning to Newcastle with her MA in architecture to work at her dad’s firm. We knew Sierra would travel back to the States, hopefully to one of the publishers she’d already started querying. But that didn’t mean we should waste the time we had together worrying about our impending separation. I raised my glass, along with Sierra, and we clinked it against Maddie’s with an “I promise.”

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On Loverose Lane (Return to Dublin Street #1) Read Online Samantha Young http://www.wownovels.com/on-loverose-lane-return-to-dublin-street-1-read-online-samantha-young Sun, 02 Mar 2025 13:37:16 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/on-loverose-lane-return-to-dublin-street-1-read-online-samantha-young Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Samantha Young Series: Return to Dublin Street Series by Samantha Young
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Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)

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The #1 International bestselling author of On Dublin Street is back with this witty, emotional and steamy fake-dating sports romance in which ambitious entrepreneur, Beth Carmichael, meets her match in the grumpy football captain who moves into the apartment above hers.

Imagine my surprise when my new neighbor turns out to be one of Scotland’s most famous (and hottest) professional footballers, Callan Keen. I’m even more shocked to discover that the brooding player is still holding a grudge for something that happened (or didn’t happen) between us years ago.

Too busy trying to take my social media management company to the next level, I don’t have time for this gorgeous blast from the past. Or at least I shouldn’t. Yet whenever I see him, I can’t help but engage in a battle of wits with the grump upstairs.

When a huge client opportunity arises, circumstances force me to enlist Callan’s help. I require a fake date and Callan needs me to facilitate a meeting with my dad to further his own business interests.

The deal between us should be simple. Except, of course, the blazing chemistry we’ve shared since the moment we met. We can’t deny it, we can’t control it, and soon we’re agreeing to six weeks of no-strings-attached, mind-blowing, steamy shenanigans.

I told myself I was too smart to catch feelings. But when Callan finally finds out the truth about our past, he becomes the guy I used to know. And that man is way too easy to fall for.

The problem is that Callan has vowed to never let another person close enough to break his heart again.

It just might prove impossible to show my stubborn Scotsman I’m worth the risk, especially when old wounds are re-opened and threaten to wreck any chance of a future together.

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CHAPTER ONE

BETH

Edinburgh, Scotland

Iwas hungry, I was sweaty, I was late, and there were three incredibly sexy men blocking my way up to my flat with the ugliest sofa I’d ever seen.

“If you say pivot one more time, I might have to end you, mate,” the one with his back to me huffed. He had broad shoulders, a tapered waist, tattoos all down one arm, and a man bun.

“I’m just trying to ease the tension with some humor,” defended the one stuck in the middle with his back squashed between the wall and the sofa. He had a North American accent.

With a million tasks running through my mind, I hadn’t really registered the shiny black Land Rover I’d parked next to in the private car park on Loverose Lane. I’d also failed to fully process the moving truck partially blocking the entrance to my apartment building as I read a text from Cara about rehiring an influencer for one of our author clients.

Instead, I’d replied to her, then swiped my key card over the machine mounted on the wall beside the large, glass entrance doors, and they unlocked. One of the reasons my parents were more than happy to help me with the deposit on this flat was because of the security here. Key card access only, CCTV on the entrance, not to mention they were a mere ten-minute walk from my place. My parents still lived in the townhouse I’d grown up in on Dublin Street.

The swanky new apartment complex situated on the corner of Loverose Lane and Dundas Street had a lift on the ground floor. But I’d just come from the gym and wanted to keep my blood pumping, so I’d decided to take the stairs. My one-bed flat (because one bed was all I could afford in the heart of Edinburgh city) was four flights up. As I climbed, that’s when I heard the loud voices echoing down the stairwell. Men’s voices. Arguing.

As I turned the corner, I discovered why.

Three men were currently trapped on the section between the first and second floors with a three-seater navy and yellow floral sofa between them.

A glance at my phone told me I had exactly an hour to shower and eat before I was expected at the Leith food bank where I volunteered every Friday afternoon. We relied on donations of food from the public so we could distribute groceries to those who really needed it. Lynda, the manager, also relied on her volunteers to keep to their scheduled hours.

“Maybe if we lift it over our heads, we can get it around this corner.”

My annoyed gaze drifted to the man who stood at the other end of the sofa facing me. Light pouring in through the long rectangular window behind him lit his dark hair in a halo, and it took me a second to make out his features.

I felt a little jump in my chest as recognition scored through me.

Callan Keen.

Captain and top midfielder for Caledonia United, Edinburgh’s Scottish Professional Football League team that was giving the most successful teams, Dalmarnock Thistle and Kingston United, a run for their money. Now, how did a non-football fan like me know who Callan Keen was?

It wasn’t because he was too sexy for his own good and plastered over more ads in Scotland than one footballer had the right to be. Or that he’d played for Scotland in the world tournament thingie last year.

No.

It was because we were old acquaintances.

He was the son of the man who betrayed my father.

And he was in my apartment building, moving an ugly sofa precariously up my stairwell.

Horror filled me.

The penthouse apartment above my flat had been up for sale for two weeks when it sold last month.

Either Callan had bought that flat or one of the other two men with him had, and I would bet my beloved all-electric MINI Cooper that they were footballers too.

Which meant a Pro League footballer was moving into my building.

Great.

Irritated beyond measure at the thought of the parties and shenanigans that were about to ensue in the one place I could relax, I crossed my arms over my chest. “And why, oh why, are you carrying that monstrosity of a sofa up a stairwell when we have a generous-sized lift in this building?”

“Fuck!” Man Bun’s hands slipped on the sofa as he startled and whipped his head around. The other two yelled as they reached out to steady the piece of furniture. Man Bun grappled for hold as he craned his neck to study me. He was almost as attractive as Callan, with his warm, dark brown eyes and tan skin. Said eyes roamed me, and his mouth quirked into a flirty smile. “Hi there.”

“Well?” I threw my hands up in exasperation as my gaze zeroed past him and onto Callan.

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