Three strikes (Love Always Finds A Way #3) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella Tags Authors: Series: Love Always Finds A Way Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
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This grouchy, high stakes gambler falls first when he comes face to face with a beauty that wants nothing to do with him. He’s ready to change his ways for her but turns out, she’s already spoken for.I’m on a heater in an all-night penthouse poker game when the host throws me a curve ball. One hand, all in, and if I lose?

Not only do I give up the pile of winnings in front of me, I have to play in his daughter’s charity softball game the next day. She needs a ringer and apparently, that’s me.

No way am I losing this hand. I’m not into charity anything. And kids? Outside of my nieces and nephews, I have zero interest.

But, when a blonde bombshell with ivory skin and lips to die for walks in, tosses me a look, then walks back out without a word, she throws me way off my usual game.

Still, I’m a man of my word, so I show up at the field the next day, and who do I find? It’s the stunning sweet cheeks from the night before standing on the pitcher’s mound staring me down. She’s got zero interest in playing any games with me besides softball but I’m pulling out all the stops.

She’s got me swinging for the fences. Only, her father has other ideas on who she’s going to spend the rest of her life with and it’s not me.

Too bad. My future father-in-law is about to strike out and I’m hitting a home run. With his daughter.

Author’s It’s root, root, root for the home team when this hero who dances on the line between upstanding citizen and unsavory lawbreaker gets his first hit of his one and only. Her father has other ideas, but it’s summer insta-love with scorching temps, no cheating, and a hard-headed heroine who makes this hero go nine-innings for the win.

Get in on the second book in the LOVE ALWAYS FINDS A WAY series! This is Cyrus's story, Tor and Sophia's brother from the first two books in the series! These are short, sultry, summer treats. Enjoy!

Previously published under the same title. This book has been re-edited, additional content added and re-written in some portions but the general storyline remains the same.

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Chapter One

Cyrus

Inever believed there was some great tipping point in life where you find your center. Where you start to feel content.

It’s more a long series of bumpy roads that eventually wear out your emotional shock absorbers.

That’s what I believed down into my soul until last night, when I saw the angel that has me questioning whether I’ve had it wrong all along.

That’s the thought running through my head as I walk through the door to my Saturday morning pancake breakfast at my brother Tor and his wife Natalie’s house.

I let myself in through the back door, the screaming of a toddler echoes down the hall overshadowing the singing of Moana from the TV in the living.

Their oldest daughter has already decided she wants to be a Polynesian princess when she grows up and good for her for figuring out her goals early in life.

I’m early this morning because I headed straight here after an all-night poker game but early around here doesn’t matter.

Everyone here is up at the fucking crack ass of dawn because they’ve been popping out kids like Tic-Tacs since they met four years ago, and from what I can tell, kids do not believe in sleep.

That is one of the only things I have in common with kids. I don’t sleep. I do whatever possible to avoid it. I hate dreams. Ever since I took a line drive to the head playing college baseball, the dark claws of nightmares straight from hell have dug their claws into my subconscious.

In the dark hours of my rare slumber, I’m usually fighting for my life against a shadowy black figure. I’m smothering and flailing at the air, screaming and kicking.

On my first night home from the hospital recovering from that injury, my mom insisted on staying overnight as mother’s do. About 2 AM, she heard me yelling and came into shake me awake when she realized I was dreaming.

To thank her, I punched her in the eye. That punch could have killed her. She never got upset or shamed me for it, but I never forgave myself and have done everything in my power to avoid sleep ever since.

So, since then, I’ve become a connoisseur of caffeine and bad moods. But, my big fucking problem right now is I can’t stop thinking about the glimpse of the blonde goddess from last night’s poker game. My head is pounding along with my dick and I hate myself for not bailing out of the game last night to follow her.

“You take the table? Or,” My brother Tor sizes me up on a low chuckle as we stand in his all-white kitchen with multi-colored scribbles and crude drawings on all the walls from about three feet down. He shakes his head, rubbing his tired eyes, “Looks more like the table took you.”

I growl into my palm, knowing there is no use faking it with him. He’s two years older nearly to the day, but we’re more like twins to be honest.

“And why the fuck are you wearing sunglasses?” He grunts turning to the coffee maker and pouring me a huge mug of the steaming liquid.

“I’ve been up all-night motherfucker. Morning is my night.” That’s not all together untrue, but I’m also hiding the shiner from my fight with the security guards at the game.

He hands the mug my way, which I take gratefully but while I’m distracted, he reaches out and snatches my glasses off my face. “What the fuck?”

He laughs running a hand down his face. “I sure hope to shit the other guy looks worse than you.”

“There was this distraction.” I shake my head, trying to get the image of the blonde’s spankable ass and life-changing tits to leave me the fuck alone for a few seconds. “Man, there was this girl. This fucking girl. I’ve never been distracted by a female before.”

I take a sip of the coffee, twisting my hand looking down at my watch. It’s been eight hours and thirty-six minutes since I saw her walking out from the hallway at the penthouse where I was in a hundred grand buy in Texas Hold ‘Em game. I got maybe a three second look at her while we locked eyes, then she turned and made her way out the front door like it was nothing.

Three fucking seconds that rocked my fucking world.

I don’t know what she was doing there. The group is always men. Niko Farkas who runs this particular game is a misogynist of the highest order.

This girl gave me a boner and a vision of the future, with wavy ivory hair brushing her shoulders and pink lips that made me dream of spending a lifetime kissing her. My cock came alive right then and has been driving me fucking nuts ever since. I figured she had to be one of the other players’ mistresses or evening’s entertainment, which only fucked with my head more.


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