Series
Blurb
South
Florida just got a helluva lot steamier… During the day, the staff
at Wicked Brand makes ink dreams a reality for their appreciative
clients. After hours, this naughty crew engages in sensual delights
as wild as the designs they’re selling. Their motto? Nothing
forbidden. Nothing held back.
Wicked
Times Two Blurb
She’s through
with love and just wants to have some wicked fun...
Burned by her
cheating boyfriend, Jasmina is finished with the idea of forever
after with any guy. That fairy tale doesn’t exist—at least not
for her. From now on, protecting her heart and letting pleasure rule
is her motto.
Lucky for her, she
has the perfect men in mind. Noah and Kyle, two of the hottest cops
in West Palm Beach. She hasn’t been able to get them out of her
head since they handled an altercation at Wicked Brand, the tattoo
parlor she manages. When they come back to get inked, sparks fly.
Noah’s ready to
play, and Kyle’s on board. All they want is her—submission,
bondage, spanking…no strings or regrets. Seductive days roll into
steamy nights, igniting feelings the guys hadn’t expected and
Jasmina can’t deny.
What began as a
sensual adventure could turn into so much more…if Jasmina can risk
a different kind of love.
Excerpt
A
threesome. Exactly what Jasmina Reyes needed to get out of her dating
funk and move on with her life. Who better to get her juices flowing
than Noah Guzman and Kyle Loring? The poster boys for badass who
stepped out of her fantasies and were now approaching Wicked Brand.
Her
pulse ticked up. She leaned against the counter and zeroed in on them
like a lust-seeking missile.
Both
men were in their early thirties and seriously tall. Six-three if
they were an inch. They’d ditched their uniforms for tees and
jeans. Their shoulders were broad, hips narrow, their muscular thighs
and arms the stuff that generated female wet dreams. They were also
West Palm Beach cops, alpha to the core, authoritative and assured.
The freaking jackpot.
Kyle
and Noah stopped outside the parlor display window.
Jasmina’s
belly fluttered. She pushed to her toes and craned her neck to see
better. Thankfully, no artist inked a client in the front chair, so
she had a decent view of the city’s finest officers.
Wind
tousled Kyle’s honey-blond hair, short on the sides and back,
longer on top. The thick locks grazed his surprisingly dark eyebrows.
Sooty lashes framed his hazel eyes. His bronze complexion made him
seem golden, his masculine features sexy as hell.
She
held her breath to avoid whimpering in delight.
At
his side, Noah was pure sin, almost too handsome to be real. His
greenish-gray eyes were intense and somewhat brooding, his
olive-toned skin darkened by days in the sun, his wavy black hair
long enough to invite a woman to run her fingers through the tresses
as she captured his mouth with hers.
Heat
poured through Jasmina, weakening her.
If
forced to choose between them, she’d plead for both. Each man
radiated danger, the kind only a bad boy could project, yet they also
afforded protection, treating a woman with respect. They’d done so
with Marnie when her ex-boyfriend had attacked her outside the parlor
last year. Rather than treat her like a helpless victim or, worse, an
instigator in the assault, they’d spoken to her gently. They’d
also ignored cop protocol and allowed her to postpone her witness
statement so she could attend to her bruised face.
Jasmina
sensed they’d be just as considerate in bed, giving rather than
merely taking, no matter how wild things got.
Warmth
and curiosity rolled through her as to why they were in Northwood
Village. The touristy enclave in West Palm Beach didn’t seem like a
place they’d frequent on a day off. She pictured them at the beach
or a sports bar, possibly a gym where they worked on their pecs and
abs, sweat glistening, muscles bunching, veins bulging as they eyed
the ladies.
Unless
they were here to get a tat.
Their
profiles were to her, their attention on someone down the street.
Noah inclined his head in greeting to whoever it was, followed by
Kyle, their smiles pleasant and welcoming.
Tor,
an ink artist here and also Marnie’s boyfriend, joined them.
Jasmina bit her lip. She hoped this visit wasn’t about Marnie’s
ex getting bail because of a savvy defense attorney. Please,
not that. Ethan hadn’t only
assaulted her and threatened her life, but he’d attacked Noah and
Kyle when they’d intervened. That stupid move was supposed to keep
him behind bars for a long time while he faced numerous charges plus
a trial.
The
guys shook hands and spoke. Tor smiled wide enough to produce his
signature dimples.
Knowing
him, he wouldn’t be doing that if Kyle and Noah had delivered bad
news.
She
relaxed. Sort of.
They
chatted further, their voices too low for her to capture over the
peppy Cuban music that played loudly in here. Maybe she should
go outside, see what was up, and say hi. Casually, though, despite
her pounding heart and the perspiration rolling down her spine.
The
last time she’d seen Kyle and Noah was at Lauren’s wedding months
ago. They’d been with dates then. According to Lauren, those
relationships were casual, not serious. However, things might have
changed…maybe.
During
the reception, Kyle and Noah snuck peeks at her while their dates
mingled. Kyle couldn’t have been more serene as his date flirted
with other guys, his face placid. Carefree seemed to be in his
nature. Noah was equally composed but in a self-assured way, like few
things ruffled him. Probably good traits to have in their line of
work.
Even
with an opportunity to make her move on them, Jasmina had held back.
She knew what it was like to be cheated on. Casual or not, she would
never horn in on someone else’s relationship and hurt another
person like she’d been wounded by Brad.
The
guys’ smiles faded as Tor continued to talk.
Noah
looked over, directly at her, and trapped her with his intent gaze.
She
stilled, unable to smile or pull in a breath, lost in his attention.
Tor
glanced at her.
That
wasn’t as pleasant as Noah’s look and didn’t seem accidental.
What
did you say to them?
Noah’s
face gave nothing away, his behavior typical cop. Assertive. Assured.
Irresistible.
Her
legs turned watery. Fierce need overwhelmed her. She craved to be in
his arms, their mouths joined, his size and weight confining her.
Kyle
glanced at her, too, dismay in his eyes.
What
is going on?
About
Tina
Tina
Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist writing
passionate romance for every taste – “heat with heart” – for
traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s
Weekly, Romantic Times, and
numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’
Choice Awards, RWA awards - Holt Medallion and NEC, and won a Book of
the Year award. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story
Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked in Story
Direction for a Hollywood production company.
You
can find her online at:
2 comments:
Thanks for hosting me today! :)
Sounds like a sizzling read, Tina!
Hope it does really well.
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