Bella Ink (1NS & Sturgis Rally Riders Sequel)
by LC Dean
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 13,000
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 bed. 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.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
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Can you think of a hotter combination than Madame Eve and motorcycles? Bella Ink is just that as part of L.C. Dean's Sturgis Rally Riders series. Madame Eve and her 1 Night Stand service are brought into the picture in this charming novella that is a follow up to #4 Beautiful Ink. You can read Bella Ink as a stand alone as the back story is well explained.
Jet, south Dakota rancher and motorcycle enthusiast can't get Bella (Ink) out of his mind after an all to brief one night stand months ago at the Sturgis Rally. When Jet fills out his application with Madame Eve he hopes to connect with Bella again and convince her they should have more than 1 night.
Ink doesn't remember the face or even the name of the one man that made her feel safe when she slept with him in Sturgis after to many days working on tattoos and living on energy drinks. On a whim hoping to find that feeling again she fills out an application for Madame Eve.
I find motorcycles and the men who ride them extremely hot, so this was a great fit for me. I am also the proud possessor of 3 very personal pieces of body art (I have 3 tat's) and I like to assume I have an artistic streak in me so I was able to love Bella for all her quirks. As with all the 1 Night Stand series Bella Ink is a novella so it is something you can read in an afternoon and escape to the wilds of South Dakota on that Harley V-twin in your mind.
“God damn it, you stupid bitch! It feels like you sliced me open.”
Drawing a deep breath, Ink laid her tool aside and stood. Enough was enough. “Get out.” She stripped off her gloves and washed her hands. “I don’t know who taught you how to speak to people, but I don’t care for your mouth. You may go.”
He grabbed a hand mirror off her work table and held it where he could see his chest. Ink hid a smile. When the arrogant dick had come in the door, she’d gotten the vibe she might have problems with him. The intricate weaving of smoke and flame would eventually spell out, “badass mother-fucker.” Unfortunately, if he walked away without allowing her to finish, he would boldly proclaim himself an “ass fuck.” As he stared at the tattoo, anger followed hard by humility flowed over him in a gratifying rush. “I apologize, Ink. I was out of line.”
Leaning against the counter, she fought the urge to make him grovel. “How so?”
He hesitated, his self-hatred for being a wimp battled with his pride. Finally, his head bowed in contrition. “Don’t leave it like this. No one else will make it as cool as you can, and I can’t walk around branded this way.”
To see the guy humbled was apology enough. She reached for another pair of gloves. “No more whining and bitching?”
“All right. Sit down and I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.”
“Thank you.” He sat still for a while before he began to chatter. “Another reason not to have a half-finished tat. I have a date next week.” He chuckled. “It’s sort of a big deal.”
“What’s so special about it?” She wiped across the art piece and studied the outer swirl of flame to ensure it looked ready to flare off his chest, noting the minor areas needing further attention.
“My sister set me up with 1Night Stand.”
She hesitated, stylus poised above his skin. “Excuse me?”
“Naw, it’s not like that. This classy service promises to find the perfect match for your fantasies.”
“So what would yours be?”
“For me? Uh…well, you know. Big boobs, hot ass, great mouth.” His pectorals twitched as she hit a sensitive spot, and she smoothed her hand over him. The lie showed in his eyes, the chauvinistic response a desperate attempt to save face.
“What about you, Ink? What would you ask the amazing matchmaker Madame Eve for if you could have your perfect date?”
“Never thought about it.” She had no illusion anyone even faintly resembling perfect existed.
“If you did?”
She grinned and studied the finished outline. Satisfied, she changed her tip and loaded the first color, blazing red. “I don’t know. Someone different, I guess.” A shiver ran through her at the distorted yet delicious image that often flitted through her mind. She couldn’t remember his face, or even his name, but she would never forget his strong hands on her body, the comfort of his steady heartbeat as he cradled her through the night. Sometimes his unique scent filled her head—leather, spice, and something earthy and clean teased her to find him. “I think I might have had it once, but I was exhausted, on the verge of breaking down. I can’t recall much about him except he made me feel safe, and I slept better in his arms than I’ve ever slept alone.”
Her cheeks heated and she looked down. “I can’t believe I told you all that.”
He touched her wrist and then dropped his hand back to the position she had placed it in. “Don’t worry about it.” He wiggled around, digging in his pocket until she sat back with a sigh.
“Unless you want to look like you have a permanent infection running across your chest, hold still.”
“Give me a second.” The worn wallet he clasped fell open on its own. “Here.” He handed her a business card.
She held up her gloved and ink stained hands. “What is it?”
He chuckled. “Madame Eve’s ticket to paradise.”
1NS shimmered in a classy embossed symbol on the upper corner of the card. What if the man was right? What if the service could make her fantasy come true? What if Madame Eve could recreate the peace and passion of the shadowed memory? She caught back a laugh of self-disgust. What if monkeys fly out of my ass?
About the Author
LC Dean has lived all over the United States from the glorious South to the freethinking West Coast, but returned to the Midwest over a decade ago and now resides in the gorgeous state of MN. LC’s main goal professionally is to push the boundaries her often puritanical upbringing created. Writing about love that does not need society to define it, has been a freeing experience for her and her characters, and she hopes that readers find a similar joy in the reading.
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