Today, I break from the usual on Thursdays to welcome a writer friend, Tina Donahue
Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her
corporate HR job, she’s just inherited Wicked Brand, a struggling West Palm
Beach tattoo parlor…along with the virile dude who runs it. Lauren’s
full-figured, sorta pretty, and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for
some much-needed cash and score a new position in the corporate world.
Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and beautifully inked
biceps. He sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance,
recognizing the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have
some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place.
Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.
Unwilling and unable to keep their hands to themselves,
Lauren and Dante turn to carnal games and seduction. Until lust turns to
surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their
futures.
A door shut inside the parlor, and she
spun around, surprised to see a guy striding down the hall, his attention on
the clipboard he held. Okay, so someone else was here.
She guessed him to be in his early
thirties, a mountain of a man, possibly six-three, no fat on his hard body,
only smooth, bronze skin and slabs of muscle.
Her mouth watered.
He wore faded jeans and a gray sleeveless
tee. His bulging biceps sported tats. The one on his right arm was a band of
thorns. The design on his left arm had a tribal look about it, possibly
Celtic—a series of thick black swirls that intertwined.
Lauren pressed her toes into her shoes to
keep from swaying or edging closer.
His hair was shoulder length, like a
pirate’s, and a dark brown color. Those thick, silky locks encouraged her to
ease the strands from his gorgeous face. Masculine. Decidedly Latino. Virile to
the extreme. Even though it was barely two o’clock, he already had a five
o’clock shadow and more testosterone pumping through him than the law should
have allowed.
She bet he was uninhibited. Alpha to the
core.
And not for her. Guys like him wanted
goddesses.
Lauren backed up. Her shoes tapped in time
to the Spanish music flowing from the sound system.
He halted and lifted his face, his dark
brown eyes meeting hers.
Her bones went soft.
He smiled easily and confidently. “Hey.”
Lauren’s belly fluttered at his deep, rich
baritone.
Noting her office wear, he put the
clipboard on the front counter and approached, his stride smooth and assured.
His fragrance surrounded her. Something
clean and citrusy, reminiscent of summer days, an ocean breeze, and sun baking
naked skin.
She locked her knees to keep her balance
and tried not to stare at his impressive Adam’s apple, luscious mouth, and
full, kissable lips.
He hooked his thumbs in his front pockets.
“Did you lose your way?”
With him, any woman would. Not only was he
beautiful but intelligence burned in his eyes and reflected in his surprisingly
educated speech. “I’m sorry, what?”
Find Wicked Takeover at: Amazon
Find Tina at: Website
Congratulations, Tina!
1 comment:
Catchy title and book cover, Tina! Best wishes with your new release!
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