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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)

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The night I’m released from prison, she’s in my bed. It’s been eight years since I touched a woman, and the Native American beauty is half-dressed, beaten, bruised, and devastatingly exquisite. We’re toxic together, but we want the same things. Blood. Vengeance. Violent relief in a warm body. Beneath her touch, I’m alive. Against her skin, I’m redeemed. Buried inside her, I forget the past. Until the past takes her from me. Prison made me cold, but losing Raina makes me cruel. Ruthless. Unforgiving. I killed before. For her, I’ll kill again. I’ll end this once and for all or die in my boots.
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The silence in the master suite makes my blood run colder than the air blasting from the floor vent. It’s an accusing silence, articulation without voice, howling with my failures.

Tensing against the tremors is useless, but I do it impulsively, trying to deaden the bleed of anguish.

The bruises and cuts John Holsten left on my body mean nothing. It’s the other damage, the deep hole he cleaved through my heart that wracks me with inconsolable pain. I can’t undo what he did. I have no choice but to survive it.

I drink in the silence and hear what it’s telling me.

It says to end the pity party, pull my ass from this bed, and go.

How long have I been at Julep Ranch? Two nights? Three? I haven’t eaten. Haven’t bathed. Haven’t left this room. I’m bereft of strength, my limbs hanging boneless and brittle, as if karma is conspiring to keep me here. In John Holsten’s family home.

I owe Maybe Quinn for risking her life to save me, but the unexpected freedom doesn’t dare whisper the reassurances I need. I have nothing. Not here or anywhere.

She should’ve left me chained in that room in Texas. I would’ve killed the son of a bitch eventually.

Lying on my side with my back to the door, I’ve only been awake for a few minutes. Daylight fades beyond the window, sharpening the jagged edges of my existence.

A fuzzy sheen glazes my good eye. The swelling in the other has gone down since the night John rammed his fist into it. But it waters and stings unbearably. If the cornea is scratched, there’s no fix for that except time.

Time will heal the small stuff. The worst of my wounds, however, may never stitch back together.

Behind me, the quiet intrudes like a thief, bristling with menace and plundering the cavernous suite. Is someone here?

I hold my breath, listening. Then I feel it. A knot of air. An undeniable presence. I’m not alone.

Maybe checks on me every few hours to treat my wounds, nag me to eat, and ask questions I don’t have the energy to answer. She stomps around and makes too much noise for the presence behind me to be her.

Curiosity shifts me to my back, but I misjudged the weakness in my body. My muscles struggle to take orders, my breaths rasping in my exertion to re-position. I turn my neck and wait for my vision to clear, hoping for a feminine face or friendly expression. I get neither.

Cold green eyes hijack my pulse. Long, lean, and packed with power, the formidable cowboy sprawls on a folding chair a few feet away and glares out the window from beneath a black wide-brimmed hat.

Immersed in the beauty of his dangerous superiority, his gaze slides to me and narrows into judgmental slits. It’s a look without morals or manners, one that says killing me would cause him less grief than putting down a horse.

A gasp hitches my chest, but I keep my eyes steady on his. Two years ago, I met John Holsten’s sons, Jarret and Jake. Yesterday, I met Conor, the only daughter at Julep Ranch. This man must be Conor’s brother, the elusive fourth in their tight-knit quartet.

Lorne Cassidy.

When I stayed here before, a photo of him graced the fireplace mantle. The smiling boy in that picture has no resemblance to the felon scowling at me now.

If an ex-con has a look, Lorne personifies it. The icy allure reflected on his face makes me shudder as his thumb mindlessly strokes the scar on his palm. Chillingly intense and devoid of sympathy, the man is chiseled in hostility.

Where his eyes are the vivid green of fresh dew on a pasture, his lips are pale and pressed into a severe line. Short black hair peeks from under the hat. A slender nose and prominent, clean-shaved jaw accentuate his bold angles.

Beautiful doesn’t begin to describe him. He’s arresting in the way a viper is deadly. Entrancing. Calculating. Patient. If he strikes, I won’t survive the bite.

His strength flows through the twining cords of muscle that shape his physique—thick biceps, powerful thighs and calves, rock-hard chest and abdomen. The jeans and t-shirt fit too tightly, his broad frame stretching the fabric and testing the seams.

Incarcerated at age eighteen, he must’ve grown over the past eight years. But little inconveniences, such as needing new clothes, are probably not high on his give a fuck list.

He sweeps a cursory glance over my bandages. The marbled coloring on my arms and chest blends together in layers of yellows, blacks, and blues. Every inch of my body narrates the story of my life as John Holsten’s whore.

“Tell me what happened.” His voice scratches, low and rusty, as if out of practice.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on spread knees. Rather than drilling me on how I became a punching bag, he pins me with threatening silence. The kind of silence that wraps my lungs in razor wire.

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Buckled Read Online Pam Godwin (Trails of Sin #2) http://www.wownovels.com/buckled-2-read-online-pam-godwin Wed, 14 Jun 2017 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/buckled-2-read-online-pam-godwin Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Authors: Pam Godwin Series: Trails of Sin Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)

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I protect what’s mine. The ranch, my family, our buried secrets. Nothing will stop me from reassembling the life that went terribly wrong. Not the law. Not our enemies. Not even Maybe Quinn. The gorgeous, quarrelsome journalist shouldn’t have meddled. I shouldn’t have let her stay. But she’s hiding something in those deceptive blue eyes. Something deeper than her thirst for a news story. I make a deal with her to buy time. To unravel her lies. To play with her. To satisfy my darker appetites. When she buckles beneath my belt, I’ll send her away. Unless I buckle first.
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SIX MONTHS AGO…

Some might say I’m unethical. Maybe even depraved. But the things I’ve witnessed and the crimes committed against those I love tainted me. Provoked me. Gave birth to the anger and strength blazing through my veins.

I make no apology for it.

Leaning against the wall in the hallway outside my father’s office, I glare at the closed door. Dad is in there right now, completely oblivious to his fate.

Most men look at their fathers and feel protective. Loyal. When I look at mine, I see an unworthy creature made of frail bones and greed. An abomination I want to destroy.

I don’t just want to hurt John Holsten. I want to throw him into the ravine and dump truckloads of earth atop his broken body until his lying goddamn mouth overflows with dirt. I want to hear his pained cries while boulders rain down and crush his organs. I want to see the life drain from his deceitful eyes as the gorge swallows him whole.

This is the exact method my brother and I used last week to murder Rogan Schroeder.

The vest-pocket loan shark was the biggest threat against Conor Cassidy’s life. His network of black-market creditors loaned money to our fathers and demanded repayment with impossible interest rates.

Rogan Schroeder didn’t just want to be repaid. He wanted a piece of Julep Ranch. Specifically, the oil-rich land. My father bowed to his demands, working with him to keep the land owners, Conor and Lorne Cassidy, out of the picture while oil rigs chewed up the property.

The Cassidys will return eventually. Conor, to honor our blood oath. Lorne, when he’s released from prison. Rogan intended to have them murdered the moment they stepped foot on the ranch.

So Jake and I eliminated him.

In doing so, there will be no more contract killers. No more debts. No more threats against the girl I love like a sister.

After Jake and I deal with Dad, Conor will finally be able to live safely at the ranch. Lorne still has a few years to serve in prison, but when he’s free, we’ll be able to welcome him home with open arms.

I drum my fingers against my thigh, listening for my brother’s footsteps, so fucking ready to put this shit behind us.

A few minutes later, he rounds the corner of the hall and strides toward me with a laptop tucked under an arm.

Despite how close we are to getting Conor back, his mood hasn’t improved from the surly, miserable funk he’s been immersed in for the past five years.

Because Conor has a boyfriend. A man she now lives with on her college campus. That revelation is ripping Jake apart, day after day.

“Ready?” His whisper snags, his jaw so tight it doesn’t give.

With a nod, I step toward the office door.

We were raised under a strict code of conduct, to honor our father, his rules, and his privacy. That includes knocking before we enter his quarters.

He lost all honor the moment he put Conor and Lorne in harm’s way. Still, it goes against the grain to open that door without permission.

Jake casts me an irritated glare and swings open the door himself.

“What the—?” Behind the desk, Dad shoves his chair back and causes something to fall at his feet. His hands fly to his lap, his eyes murderous. “Get out!”

I follow Jake in, and we skid to a stop at the sight of the woman rising from the floor behind the desk.

Long black hair and beautiful Native American features, Dad’s girlfriend, Raina, hugs her nude chest.

Fucking great. I share a disgusted look with Jake.

“I said, Get out!” Dad zips his pants, his face crimson with rage and utter disbelief.

Interrupting a blow job is one thing, but we’re blatantly ignoring his booming order. He has no idea how much leverage we hold over him.

“Raina.” Jake approaches the desk without looking at the woman. “Leave us.”

I spot her shirt on the floor and toss it at her.

She catches it, keeping her tits covered with the cloak of her hair. She slips it on without a bra and looks to Dad for permission to leave.

I don’t know what her interest is in him. She’s a stunning woman. At age twenty-two, she’s a year younger than Jake and me. Way too young for a sixty-year-old man.

If she thinks he’s loaded, she’s sorely mistaken. He’s penniless, and after this meeting, he’ll be homeless. Or dead.

“Wait in my bedroom while I deal with this.” Dad waves her away.

She turns and heads out of the office, shoulders square and expression unreadable. She’s been staying at the ranch for the past month and hasn’t so much as met my eyes, let alone spoken to me. Even now, as Jake and I glare holes through her, she doesn’t look at us.

Something feels off about her. Nothing indicates she’s here against her will, but she’s not exactly warm around my father, either. Whatever it is pings at my protective instinct.

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Knotted Read online Pam Godwin (Trails of Sin #1) http://www.wownovels.com/knotted-1-read-online-pam-godwin Mon, 01 May 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/knotted-1-read-online-pam-godwin Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Authors: Pam Godwin Series: Trails of Sin Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)

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I try to forget her. It’s impossible. Growing up together, Conor and I shared all our firsts. First love, first kiss, first… Not all our firsts. We were sixteen the night she was violently assaulted while I helplessly watched. I’ll never forget the sounds of her suffering. Or my inconsolable agony when she left Oklahoma. Years later, she returns to honor our teenage pact. Except the boy she loved is gone, replaced by a ruthless cattle rancher knotted with secrets. She doesn’t know my dark cravings or the trails of sin that lead to her. I don’t deserve her, but one truth remains. She’s mine.
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The terrain of childhood shapes the soul, and the soul never forgets.

It doesn’t forget the fields of Julep Ranch under the watercolor sky.

The earthy scent of grass beneath Barnabe’s heavy hooves.

The chirp of insects in the parched summer breeze.

Or Conor Cassidy, the sexiest girl in Oklahoma, soft and snug against my back.

I clutch the edges of my landscape and wrap it around me, taking nourishing breaths.

Barnabe, my chestnut stallion, twitches powerful muscles between my legs as he lopes along the dusty trail.

Behind me, Conor presses her tight little body against mine and slips a warm hand beneath the front of my shirt.

Now I’m twitching, too, restless and hungry. That’s what she does to me. One touch and I feel like an ungelded horse, a beast with fire in his veins, bucking and panting at the whiff of a mare in heat.

I don’t have to glance back to see her expression. With her chin tilted skyward, red hair ablaze, and guitar strapped to her back, I know she’s curving those plump lips into a serene smile as she soaks up the fading warmth of twilight.

She loves this land as much as I do.

She loves me.

And this is our night.

I’ve memorized the contours of her body as thoroughly as the terrain of our ten-thousand-acre ranch. In a few hours, I’ll know her even better. Deeper.

I’ll know her in the most intimate way possible.

Awareness crackles beneath my skin like it always does when she’s near. But tonight, the static feels sharper, more frenzied, and lower. Christ, the knot of electricity between my legs makes my jeans achingly tight. My cock is raging, swollen, throbbing like an angry heartbeat.

To think, I jerked off twice before I headed out. Lot of good that did me. If I bust a nut before I get inside her, I’ll never forgive myself.

The cantering stampede of two horses approaches from behind. Jarret trots past, veering his black gelding along the trail while blowing a kiss at Conor.

My twin brother might look like me, but we’re not identical. His hair’s darker, his eyes a paler shade of brown. Some say his smile is bigger and more charming, and maybe that’s true. The local girls trip right out of their panties whenever he winks at them.

“I thought Emma would be with you tonight,” I say at his back.

He kicks up a shoulder, a noncommittal shrug, as Conor’s brother, Lorne, brings up the rear.

“Jarret’s thinking about liking Emma.” Lorne slows his horse beside mine, grinning.

“I already liked her. A lot.” Jarret holds up a hand in a peace sign. “With these two fingers.”

“What a heartbreaker.” Conor smothers her chuckle against the back of my shirt.

“You look beautiful, sis.” Lorne tips the Stetson on his head, his expression doting.

“Thank you, darlin’,” she drawls. “You’re stag tonight, too, huh?”

“Yep.” Lorne gives me a knowing look, adjusts the guitar case on his back, and rides ahead to join Jarret.

Lorne just graduated high school, and for the first time in our lives, he seems…older. I mean, he is older. A year older than Jarret and me. Two years older than Conor. But it feels like he matured overnight, maybe gained a few IQ points, grew some chest hair or something.

Nothing’s changed between us, though. He might be protective as hell of his sister, but he’s also my best friend and number one supporter of my relationship with her.

Our clan of four shares an extraordinary closeness, an inseparable bond that stems from childhood. We grew up on the ranch together. Our fathers own the cattle operation together. Our mothers died fourteen years ago…together. We’ve spent our entire lives playing, working, fighting, and laughing together.

Someday, the four of us will own Julep Ranch just like our parents before us.

Up ahead, Jarret’s voice drifts downwind as he tells Lorne about the girl he banged last night. His graphic descriptions make me hyper-aware that Conor and I are the only virgins.

I’m not jealous. It’s just… I used to think she and I would be the first to go all the way. We were the first to kiss, the first to make out without clothes on. But I hit the brakes on sex. She was always too young.

Insects whir through the grass, humming eager sounds as the sinking sun paints the sky with dark, hungry promises.

It’s Conor’s sixteenth birthday.

The day I’ve waited for my whole life.

Lorne and Jarret know my plans tonight, and they’re here to run interference. All it takes is one ranch hand to stumble upon us and report to Dalton Cassidy that I’m in the south pasture, deflowering his only daughter.

But Conor’s dad isn’t the biggest threat. It’s mine. John Holsten loves her like a daughter, but he’s never condoned our relationship. In fact, he forbids it.

Jarret’s allowed to spend time with whomever he wants, so I don’t understand Dad’s restriction on Conor and me. She’s my past, my present, and my future. I’m everything when I’m with her and nothing without her.

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