WICKED TAKEOVERBlurb:
She’s just
inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.
Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate
job, her long-absent father just left her a struggling tattoo parlor along with
the virile dude who runs it. Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and inked
biceps. 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.
Dante sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance.
He recognizes 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.
Carnal games that seduce them until lust turns to surprising need
and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.
Excerpt:
At
a sound from behind, she turned. A guy came down the hall, his attention on the
clipboard he held.
Lauren’s
heart stalled then raced.
She
guessed him to be in his early thirties, a mountain of a man, possibly
six-three, not a trace of fat on his hard body, just smooth bronze skin and
slabs of muscles. Lord, lord, lord. He
wore faded jeans and a gray sleeveless tee. His bulging biceps sported tats.
The one on his right arm was an armband of what appeared to be 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 heels to keep from swaying or moving closer.
His
hair was shoulder length, like a pirate’s, a dark brown color, thick and silky
that encouraged a woman to run her fingers through it to ease those strands
away from his gorgeous face. Masculine. Decidedly Latin. Virile to the extreme.
Even though it was barely two o’clock, he already had five o’clock shadow and
more testosterone pumping through him than the law should have allowed.
She
imagined him nude. Hell, she imagined both of them naked, his bristly cheeks
tickling the insides of her thighs, his tongue lapping her cleft, settling on
her clit but not rushing her climax. No damn way. Lauren figured a guy who
looked as great as he did wouldn’t let her come quickly. He’d make her wait for
pleasure. Once she was blubbering in delight, he’d bend her over the front
counter and warn her to behave, which meant she couldn’t moan too loudly as he
spanked her. Her cries of delight would come later when he plunged his meaty
cock into her juicy cunt, taking what he wanted, because that’s the kind of man
he was.
Uninhibited.
Alpha to the core.
Lauren
whimpered.
Despite
the strains of Spanish guitars flowing from the sound system, he’d obviously
heard the noise she’d made. Halting suddenly, he lifted his face, his dark
brown eyes meeting hers. He smiled easily, confidently.
Her
bones went soft.
“Hey,”
he said.
Lauren’s
belly fluttered at his deep, rich baritone.
Noting
her office wear, he put the clipboard on the front counter and moved closer,
his stride smooth and assured. His fragrance wafted toward her. Something clean
and citrusy that reminded Lauren of summer days, an ocean breeze, sun baking
naked skin.
She
locked her knees to keep her balance. Her attention inched from his impressive
Adam’s apple to his luscious mouth, his full, kissable lips.
“Did
you lose your way?” he asked.
With
him, any woman would. Not only was he beautiful, intelligence burned in his
eyes and reflected in his surprisingly educated speech. “I’m sorry, what?”
He
regarded her suit and heels. “Are you looking for another shop?”
“No.”
Surprise
registered on his face. “You’re here for a tat?”
Lauren
stared at the ones on his biceps, unable to help herself. Damn, they were hot.
“Not exactly.”
He
nodded. The ends of his hair swayed over his broad shoulders. Mesmerized, Lauren
watched.
“A
piercing?” he asked.
“What?”
“Are
you here for a piercing?” He gestured to another wall filled with pictures. The
muscles in his upper arm flexed.
Lauren
bit back a sound of approval at that and the silky dark hair in his pit. She
pictured her face pressed to it as she smelled his wonderful, male scent.
“You
can see what we offer in those photos,” he said. “We also have binders of what
we’ve done for past clients to give you an idea of what you might like.”
Lauren
nodded absently, wondering if he was dating the young woman who’d left here
earlier. If not, the spring in her step was probably from him inking a hidden
part of her. “Do people really get their tongues tattooed?”
He
grinned, showing perfect teeth. “You bet.”
“Why?”
He
shrugged good-naturedly. “Why not?”
Clearly,
he wasn’t uptight as she’d always been. How Lauren envied that. “Have you?”
“Have
I what?”
“Had
your tongue tattooed? Or are the ones on your arms all that you have?”
His
smile broadened. He spoke conspiratorially. “I have another, though not on my
tongue.”
Uh-huh.
Lauren wondered if he’d inked his balls and cock, hoping he hadn’t. His
equipment had to be as awesome as the rest of him. No way could anyone improve
on nature’s perfection.
She
sighed.
He
regarded her thoughtfully, really taking in her short blonde hair, clothes and
finally her features, including the small mole near the side of her mouth.
There, he lingered, as though he liked the beauty mark.
Are you nuts? A
guy like him? Get real.
He
continued to study her mouth.
A
wave of desire and embarrassment rushed through Lauren so quickly, her throat
and cheeks got hot.
He
smiled softly this time, as though he felt bad for making her uncomfortable.
Lightly touching her arm, he murmured, “Let me get those binders so you can
look through them.”
“No,
don’t. Please. That’s not why I’m here.”
His
dark eyebrows lifted a bit. “You’re selling something?” His attention went to
her purse as though her product line was in there.
“Uh
no. I’m here to take over.”
“Take
over?”
“Uh-huh.”
He
looked lost. “As in what?”
“This
place.” At his continuing confusion, she blurted, “I own this place and
everything in it, including you.”
BIO:
Tina Donahue is an award-winning,
bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance
for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites
have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep,
Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The
French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the
Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was
created specifically for Lush Velvet
Nights, and two of her titles (The
Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received
an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different
years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market.
She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story
Direction for a Hollywood production company.
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