Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Review & Tour Giveaway: Beautiful Ink by L.C. Dean

Beautiful Ink (Sturgis Rally Riders #4)
by L.C. Dean
Published by Decadent Publishing
5,000 words (eBook format)
Erotic Contemporary Romance
Contains Elements of BDSM and Light Bondage
Heat Level: Sizzling

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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.

My Review:
Beautiful Ink is a fun, quick and very hot read! It has bikers, babes and bondage what else could you want? Jet lives near Sturgis so he is less than impressed by bike week, Ink owns her own traveling tattoo parlor that she has set up for bike week. When they meet it isn't love at first sight but lust is in the air and they soon find themselves headed to her trailer. As I said it's a short read but perfect if you need a quick fix before bed or while waiting for an appointment. I enjoyed this fun short story, it was funny, inviting and hot, hot, hot! I give it red roses!

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“You okay?”

She rolled her big eyes and righted her clothing while he mentally stripped her naked. “I could have handled him.”
“I’m sure you could have.” With a snort at the ludicrous statement and his own less-than-courteous response to her, he moved on but turned back. “You might want to head to Junction or Lazelle. It’s safer in the center of the action, even if you can take care of yourself.”

She flew him the bird and bent from the waist to straighten her fuck-me boots. “When I need your help, I’ll ask for it.”

His cock rose to full attention at the sight of her rounded ass peeking from beneath the short leather skirt. Was she stupid or just stubborn? He stormed back and grabbed the girl’s arm, pulling her down the street toward the bright lights. “If you want to get fucked, that’s one thing, but if you stay out here, dressed like a two-bit whore, you’re gonna get more than you bargained for. I’m not going to be responsible for you getting raped.”

Slapping at his arm, she tried to twist away. “Unless you’re doing the raping, I can’t see how it’s your business.”

He spun around and caught her wrist, jerking her against his chest. “You made it my business when you offered yourself in front of a balcony full of drunken men too far from their own realities to give a shit about right and wrong.”

She stilled as though his words had finally sunk in. Her eyes shone in the dim light.

His cock rose to full attention at the sight of her rounded ass peeking from beneath the short leather skirt. Was she stupid or just stubborn? He stormed back and grabbed the girl’s arm, pulling her down the street toward the bright “Are you crying?” He brought a hand up to cup her cheek.

“Hell no!” She tugged against his hold. “Let go of me!”

Jet moved away, hands spread wide. “You got it, honey. Have a good night.”

Before he could leave, he heard a sharp intake of air. “Answer a question for me first.”

He waited, uncertain what she wanted.

She wobbled, a bit unsteady on the high boots. “Why not?”

It was such a simple question. His cock wanted an answer; still he played dumb. “Why not what?”

She glared at him then looked down at her smoking hot body. “What’s wrong with me?”

Aw shit. He hated it when a woman pulled that crap. It never failed to get to him no matter how many times he told himself it was manipulative mumbo jumbo. “Not a thing and you know it. You’re just looking for some sap to tell you so.”

Her chin quivered for a moment before she flipped her braid over her shoulder. She had pretty breasts. Not huge but not tiny and they stood up nicely with only the light strings of her top to hold them in place. “Does your mother know what an ass she raised?”

Jet closed the distance between them. “Does your daddy know you’re out here begging for a stranger’s cock?”

Her lower lip disappeared behind her top teeth. She looked about to burst into full blown tears, but her spine straightened and she blinked away the sign of weakness. “Fuck you and the fucking horse you rode in on, you sanctimonious prick.”
God, she was beautiful. So lush and vulnerable and spirited. He didn’t think of the consequences before he swept an arm around her waist and jerked her to his chest. Her high heels sent her stumbling against him. Jet captured her mouth before she could protest. He deepened the kiss, and the taste of chocolate and a hint of wine hit his tongue. With a groan he lifted her higher until his swollen cock pressed to her heat. She smelled and tasted sweeter than any woman he’d ever had. He couldn’t get enough. He wrapped her braid around his wrist and tugged her head back to gain greater access to her lips and throat. Rising to her toes, she rubbed against him and rewarded him with a soft cry.

He fought for breath, for reason, for anything besides the burning lust she fired inside him. He did not lose control, did not fall for the tricks of lovely, brown-eyed strangers no matter how sexy they were. But for her—for her he feared he would crawl across fire if it meant she would praise him for the effort.

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.

Contact L.C. at:
The Hangout (blog)

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