Beautiful Ink
L.C. Dean
Decadent Publishing
July 3, 2012
23 pages
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4/5 Books

Too many days of living on soda and energy drinks have left Ink Monroe too keyed up to sleep. She needs a good ride to release her sexual tension so she can get some rest, but when the perfect hottie turns her down flat, she’s too pissed to keep looking.

Hooking up with a stranger is not Jet Ryan’s style, but when he rescues the beautiful tattoo artist from the groping hands of a drunk, his personal boundaries fall to a desire to make her scream. He just needs to get past her anger, prove he’s not a serial killer, and show her what letting go is all about.

Excerpt:
Jet Ryan leaned on the deck railing of the Easyriders Saloon. The human mass pulsed below, dancing to the beat of the eighties rock band dominating the stage at another bar down the street. The smell of leather and motorcycle tainted the air, accented by the stench of burnt rubber from the burnout pit some tire seller had set up across the way. Sturgis, South Dakota throbbed with the influx of bikers, tattoo artists, and vendors for the largest motorcycle rally in the world, and he wanted them all to get the fuck out of his hometown.

He sipped his whiskey and water and wondered again how he had let his buddies talk him into coming to town. Everywhere he looked, people swarmed like damned locusts. Half naked women strolled up and down the sidewalks while rowdy idiots hooted and hollered and took their pictures. Human beings packed too close together generated a stench no one should have to suffer. A man ought to be able to breathe without smelling some guy who hadn’t had a decent bath in nearly a week. The bikes were cool and the music not half bad, but crowds in general set his teeth on edge. He should have stayed at the ranch where he belonged.

“Jet!” His friend Luke slapped him on the back with a laugh. He had one arm draped around a hot young blonde in a barely there top and even smaller skin-tight shorts. “You look like someone shot your dog. Cheer up! It’s a party!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m outta here in twenty minutes if not sooner.”

“God, when’d you become such a stick in the mud?”

Jet glanced at the woman and shook his head. “’Bout the time you became a man whore.”

Luke grinned and hugged the girl closer. “Don’t mind him, baby. He needs to get laid.” The two of them staggered toward the steps.

“I mean it, Luke. I’m going home!”

His friend just lifted his hand and waved.

Turning back to the show on Lazelle Street, Jet debated if he should wait to leave until people headed to the Chip and Full Throttle for the evening concerts. The traffic would be going in the opposite direction if he hung around for another hour or so. A hand on his arm caught his attention a moment before the soft scent of feminine perfume pulled him from his musings. He turned to find the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, studying him. Long chestnut hair lay in a braid over her left shoulder, the tail curling above a perky breast covered in a skimpy bikini top. Well-done artwork started at the center of her chest and swept down and around, disappearing behind her back in a swirl of black-inked lace and blood-red roses. Intelligent dark brown eyes met his gaze head on. She had his attention without a word. “Can I help you, ma’am?”

A slow smile curled her lips. “Was your friend right?”

He couldn’t remember a damned thing Luke had said. “Right about what?”

Before she could answer, a drunk chick lurched toward them. “Oh, my God! What beautiful ink.” Clumsy fingers traced an intricate crimson rose.

Obviously tense about being touched without permission, the beauty stepped away with a scowl at the stranger’s familiarity. Jet didn’t think, merely caught the other woman’s wrist and stepped between the two. “It’s airbrushed, don’t rub it off.”

The girl started to protest, but her friends led her off to the next drink.

He turned back in time to catch the end of a sexy perusal.

“Are you always so gallant?”

“No. Sometimes, I’m a real prick.”

Her laugh awakened his cock with sudden and unexpected heat. “So, you didn’t answer my question. Was your friend right?”

“Because you didn’t answer mine. Right about what?”

“About needing to get laid?”

Is that a trick question? “I do all right if that’s what you’re asking.”

“It’s not. I want to know…do you want to fuck?”

About The Author:
Although L.C. currently resides in Minnesota, South Dakota remains home on many levels and will forever hold a place in her heart. She loves to write but her day job keeps her from it more often than she would like. If you get a moment, drop her a note. She always loves to hear from readers.

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My Review:
I sometimes find it very hard to write long reviews of very short stories without giving away too much of the book, so this review won’t be overly long. I will tell you that L.C. Dean is sumpremely talented and really captivated me instantly in this story. The sizzling heated passion was out of this world and the characters were a perfect fit!

Ink and Jet were characters completely steal your heart. One has so much sexual tension she can’t stand it, and the other, doesn’t want just a hook up. Watching as Jet worked his way into Ink’s life when he rescued her was awesome! He was a very passionate, very sexy character and I so wish he was real! Ink’s character was a sweetheart and I loved everything about her.

Definitely a 4 Book worthy addition to the Edge series. My one and only complaint? That we didn’t get to see this as a full length book….I think Ink and Jet would have had a great backstory and full length novel would have been amazing to follow along with! If you like your lunch time quickie reads,doctor’s office reads, or anywhere else reads, to be short, sweet and cold-shower-needed amazing, then this is most definitely a story that should not be missed!

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