Bella Ink (1NS & Sturgis Rally
Riders Sequel)
by LC
Dean
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher:
Decadent Publishing
Heat
Level: Sizzling
Word
Count: 13,000
Buy Links
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/bella-ink
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/290642
Blurb
Jet Ryan’s
haunted by the memory of one night in the arms of a sexy tattoo artist who
pushed all the right buttons before she shoved him out of her bed. No one else
seems to measure up. He needs her out of his system or in his life, preferably
the later. But, he’ll settle for one more night with her or a reasonable
facsimile as long as he can touch her again.
Ink Monroe
avoids expectations that might get her hopes up, doesn’t believe in endless
possibilities, and has absolutely no room in her life for a guy who wants to
take care of her. But damn, it would be nice to have all those things for a
little while. So when a customer gives her a business card for a woman named
Madame Eve, she asks for a man to solidify the hazy memory of a single night of
passion followed by the best night of sleep she’d had in years.
Both have tall
orders for a single evening of passion, but one night can lead to endless
possibilities. Madame Eve promised.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the
age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult
language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Excerpt
“Hello?” She
looked around but there didn’t seem to be anyone there. A breeze filtered
through the screen leading to a balcony. She opened it and stepped out,
breathing deeply of the pine-scented air.
Then she saw
him. A long lean cowboy type stretched out in a cushioned chair, boots propped
on the railing. Sleep softened what would otherwise be a rugged face. Wheat
colored hair fell over his forehead and brushed his shoulders. Gold-tipped
lashes hid his eyes. Unable to resist studying him as she had his truck, she
moved closer, eager to see what kind of man Madame Eve had sent.
A crisp white
button-up, opened slightly at the throat, covered his broad thick chest and
disappeared beneath snug jeans. His narrow hips contrasted sharply with the
width of his shoulders and long legs seemed to go on forever. His boots had
been polished to a fine sheen, but they bore the signs of wear. Everything
about him looked solid, reliable…safe. A shiver ran through her. What would it
be like to awaken in his strong arms, pillowed on a chest made hard by work?
The thought tantalized with the impossible. To be as well-cared for as his
boots or his vehicle, to be appreciated scars and all, it would be a fantasy
beyond even Madame Eve’s talent.
Still, she wanted
it. For at least one night she wanted to be worthy of such tender care.
She hadn’t
bothered to read his profile. The 1NS service had sent it to her, but she
didn’t want to know. She’d asked them not to send hers either, but she had no
idea if they’d done so. Expectations led to disappointment and could distort
the appreciation of reality. Though she doubted the man stretched before her
was anything but what he seemed—deliciously sexy and rock steady.
About the Author
LC Dean has lived all over the United
States from the glorious South to the freethinking West Coast, but returned to
the Midwest over a decade ago and now resides in the gorgeous state of MN. LC’s
main goal professionally is to push the boundaries her often puritanical
upbringing created. Writing about love that does not need society to define it,
has been a freeing experience for her and her characters, and she hopes that
readers find a similar joy in the reading.
Connect with LC Dean
The Hangout (Blog): http://lcdean.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LCDean
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