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An
opportunity to embrace things missed or forgotten the first time around. The
hope of something bigger and better. A second chance to find exactly what you
needed but didn’t know about until it was too late. Sounds good doesn’t it?
I
had that opportunity with my characters Jet and Ink. Beautiful Ink was written
with the sole intention of exploring an erotic encounter between a local and a
vendor at the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. I never expected it to be anything
more. But Jet walked away with so much potential for love and Ink had such a
need for a man like him in her life. I had to see if Madame Eve could help Jet
get around Ink’s defensive walls and discover the woman buried beneath the
tattoo artist.
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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 life. 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.
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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.
