I'm a world famous tattoo artist with a six month waiting list. Everybody's begging me to put my ink on them. I'm the hottest shit in L.A., and can get any girl I want. So the last thing I expect is for Ash Carter to walk into my shop and blow me off.
I've spent the last seven years screwing half the women in the northern hemisphere, but nobody could come close to the girl I left behind. Ash was my world. But in order to protect her, I had to let her go. It was the biggest mistake of my life. And now I'll do anything to get her back.
It's been seven years since we last spoke. Seven long years of trying to ignore the memory of her skin, her eyes, her incredible confidence. She is everything I remember. Still stubborn and feisty and sexy as hell. They say you should forgive and forget. But Ash can never forget what I did. And I can never forgive myself.
She's left a permanent mark on my heart.
But even if she takes me back, will we be able to overcome the past? Will we be able to move forward towards our future?
“You want something to drink?” she calls from some other room.
“Sure. Something strong.”
I pace around the room a little, lust still pumping me full of adrenaline, taking in the details, stopping to study a Basquiat print above a bookcase. Flashbacks of conversations we had in her bed rushing through my mind, until she clinks some glasses behind me and I turn around.
“Here you go,” she says, handing me the glass.
I take it from her, sip slowly, but my eyes stay on hers—a living work of art even more captivating than what’s on the walls. The alcohol burns, hitting the spot, but I’m intoxicated enough by the room, by the smell, by her. She must sense it, because she breaks my gaze, eyelashes flickering away as she smiles down, but her coyness only ignites the fire building within me.
I put my drink down and throw her on the couch so I can gaze at those lush curves, trace my eyes down the length of that magnificent body.
I trace a finger around her ear, down her neck. She trembles like a leaf under my touch, skin cool with goosebumps. Her breath quickening, hot and heavy.
I climb on top of her and we devour each other’s mouths as I tug her pants off and she pulls her shirt over her head. We roll around on the couch, her hands squeezing my cock, my mouth sucking each nipple until her breath shudders, her fingers clawing down my back. I need to taste her.
I pull away, enjoying how she hisses with unresolved desire.
“Why are you stopping?” she asks, her voice tinged with desperation.
I growl, low and firm, “I’m not. I’m going to eat you.”
About the Author:
JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independent women. He currently lives with his wife in Los Angeles, CA. He loves to travel and has lived in many places, including New York City, India and Thailand. When he isn't writing, JD enjoys surfing, training in Mixed Martial Arts, reading and taking naps. He's always loved making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.
Charlotte is an Dark Erotic Suspense/Romance author living in the heart of the Shropshire countryside in Great Britain. She's lived all over the UK, but finally settled in a small town that still reeks of old school England.
Writing and poetry have become a revolution for the soul, and she cherishes every second that she's sitting at the laptop tapping her way into a new character.
"Life is a torrent of differences, different needs and wants, and it doesn't always end that well. Yet we strive ..."
Charlotte E Hart
Most of Charlotte's work is bdsm based and intended for mature audiences only
Rachel De Lune writes emotionally driven contemporary and erotic romance.
She began scribbling her stories of dominance and submission in the pages of a notebook several years ago, and still can’t resist putting pen to real paper. What ifs are turned into heartfelt stories of love where there will always be a HEA.
Rachel lives in the South West of England and daydreams about shoes with red soles, lingerie and chocolate. If she’s not writing HEAs, she’s probably reading them. She is a wife and has a beautiful daughter.
I exhaled, closing my eyes before I was surrounded by cheering Mers. I struggled to be free of them. I had to help Starla and Dane. If they were killed by the octopus or the falling rocks—or even the net—I would never be able to forgive myself.
“Let me go! I have to go back!”
Strong arms closed over my shoulders as I fought my way back to the finish line. I thrashed until I heard the familiar voice shouting my name.
“Stop fighting me, Tri!”
I turned and saw him, his handsome face obscured by his helmet.
“Tri! Tri! You can’t go back!” He shook me slightly. “It’s over. We’re here.”
“Only the first hundred made it through to the obstacles. The rest of us were told to return to camp. They didn’t disqualify anyone. Only the first hundred are in the running to be Messengers.”
“I’m not sure. I think the race was to weed out the fastest and most wily. And you won.”
I had won. It wasn’t a dream or a wish. It was real. It was just sinking in. I had won and my friends were safe.
The crowd cheered as another Mer crossed the finish line. It was someone I hadn’t seen before. Dane led me away, through and then finally out of the crowd. I saw Starla waiting for us on the tiered seating that flanked the finish line. Most of the crowd had rushed forward when I crossed the finish line, so it was empty at the very back.
She waved as we swam closer.
“How did you get here so fast?”
Dane laughed, his white teeth gleaming in the sun. He guided me to sit on the bleachers with Starla.
“The race was a large circle. We just cut across the middle.”
“So you guys are all right?”
He nodded, and Starla gave me a thumbs-up. I exhaled sharply. They were okay. They were . . .
“Hey, you are bleeding.”
I looked down numbly. I was bleeding. Not a little bit either. I put my hand to my head, feeling woozy. I heard Dane curse as I slumped to the side, nearly falling off my seat. He caught me.
Cameron Drake is an emerging author of fantasy fiction. Vampire Princess is Cameron’s first book, now available in ebook, paperback and audiobook.
Look for the third Vampire Princess book coming soon, along with the third book in the Dreamshifters series, a collaboration with young adult fiction author Kara Sevda! Also keep an eye out for the second book in the exciting new Mermaid Trials series!
Out Now!—Finding Angel by Jan Graham (@jan_graham) #romance #suspense #romanticsuspense
Finding Angel release date: January 30th, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
It’s time to participate in a dangerous dance of murder, trust, love, and intrigue.
Trouble isn’t Angel’s middle name, so why does it follow her wherever she goes? Her life should be less complicated after the death of her ex, but his actions continue to haunt her. While trying to gain some distance from a crime boss who has a contract out on her, and a cop who believes she’s the key to taking said bad guy down, Angel runs straight into the arms of two dominant brothers with an unexpected interest in making her theirs.
Faced with a difficult choice, Angel must decide who she can trust. Two kinky brothers that she just met? A cop she has more in common with than she realizes? Or a crime boss adept at murder? Trusting them all may end up saving her life.
Finding Angel is more than a love story between one woman and two men, it’s a romantic suspense with a whole lot of trouble.
This book contains erotic sex scenes, BDSM elements, a Ménage a Trois romantic pairing (M/F/M) and non-graphic descriptions of past sexual and physical abuse suffered by the female protagonist. Note: There is no sexual relationship between siblings.
Angel felt dirty, which probably had less to do with cleaning and more to do with the fact she’d just finished texting a crime lord. Adrian always had that effect on her. He may have been a good-looking, well-dressed, and very suave man, but the way he looked at her—like a predatory animal eyeing its prey—always made her nervous.
As she stood in the shower letting the warm water run over her body, Angel imagined the last five years of fear and turmoil washing away. She hadn’t sought out anything that she encountered in her life leading to this point. However, thinking back, she knew she had made some very bad choices. That had to change. If the last five years had taught Angel one thing, it was this. She was worth more than she had encountered in her life thus far. She was a good woman, caring and kind, and someone of that nature deserved better.
Angel remembered the day she’d arrived home to find Samuel gone. She shivered as she recalled the sight that met her when she entered the house. It was a mess. Everything thrown on the floor, cupboards open, books and CDs strewn across the living area, the stereo speakers kicked in and pillows from the sofa ripped open. Samuel’s computer was still on his desk, the side ripped open and a gaping hole where the hard drive used to be. If her life had been anything like normal, then she’d have been on the phone to the police within minutes. But, there was nothing normal about her life. And in this house, police were the enemy.
Angel recollected walking into the kitchen to place the bags of groceries on the counter as a knock sounded on the door. One of Samuel’s associates greeted her, only to become annoyed when he discovered Sam wasn’t home. Angel sent him away, telling him to ring Samuel if he needed to see him. After he’d left, Angel heard the faint ring of Samuel’s phone. She knew he wouldn’t have left it behind. It was like a third arm for him, he was never without it. She’d walked toward the back of the house, reaching for the back door just as the phone stopped ringing.
It was then she noticed the garage door was ajar. They only used the garage for storage. It was a single old building away from the house, built during a time when cars were smaller and detached garages popular because people didn’t mind walking to get what they needed. Angel recalled the crunch of the gravel drive under her feet and the creak of the rickety wooden door.
The air was cool around her as she stared at Samuel’s Harley Davidson belt buckle. She lowered her eyes, scanning down his legs to his feet. He wasn’t wearing shoes. His feet looked pale, she’d thought, as her eyes scanned back up his body to his chest. His shoulders relaxed, his hands by his sides. She smiled at him when her eyes reached his face, his head slanted to the side, the securely tied noose around his neck attached firmly to the middle rafter of the roof.
Angel drifted back to the present. As the water from the shower tumbled over her body, she smiled. She couldn’t have dreamed of a better end for that shit of a man.
About the Author
Jan Graham is an author of Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense. Her stories contain erotic elements, with some including elements of BDSM. She has numerous published titles to her credit, with more to come once she overcomes her current bout of procrastination. Jan lives in Newcastle, Australia where she writes, reads, feeds her Netflix addiction and drinks coffee with friends.
For those who enjoy labels and tags, as well as being an author, Jan is a submissive, an aunt, dyslexic, a lover of all things tempting and naughty (including chocolate), a participant in the BDSM community, a widow, an orphan, and sometimes, a wild child.
In short, she is generally a bit of an eccentric who lives her life slightly left of center. You can find out more about Jan and her work by stalking her on the various social media sites where she occasionally hangs out.