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Title: Marking Her (Marked #1)
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Erotica/ Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 17th 2013
Synopsis
Talan wants to mark Maya—with more than his ink. The owner of a
prominent tattoo shop, he’s used to being hit on by easy women. Though “easy”
is not a word associated with Maya when she comes in to support her friend. Flirtation
ensues, but what will it take to break the painted man.
Author Bio:
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She
is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops,
she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms
of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium
she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her
fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E.
Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her
with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her
thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her
husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and
letting her characters grow.
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{{Excerpt}}
“When’s my next appointment?” I asked my receptionist
Janice while making my way around the front counter. I’d just walked out
Lance’s crush and wanted the day to be over.
“You have one more, Talan. Esther is due in twenty.”
“Fuck, I forgot about her.” My body slumped against the
counter. The boys and I were hoping for the evening to be slow, allowing us an
early night.
“That’s why I’m here, handsome. To serve you in any way
you need,” Janice purred, and I sighed as I flipped open my laptop and logged
in. I’d made the mistake of wetting my dick in her a few months back when she
first came through my door. Afterward, she became jealous and clingy, wanting
more than I was willing to give.
The only reason she was still there was because she had
bigger balls than the other two fuckers that worked there. Janice could handle
the leers, gestures, and jokes like a pro, but fuck with her inventory or dirty
my shop, and she will rip you a new one.
“Janice, cut that shit out,” I demanded before storming
off toward the back and into my sanctuary. The guys all laughed when I walked
by. I flipped them the bird and continued on into my room.
An hour had passed since I’d asked Janice if I was clear
and there was still no sign of Esther. It was the usual for her. The woman would
be late to her own funeral, but this was a new one for her.
She was never this late.
I was becoming agitated by the lack of common sense
people had to pick up a goddamn phone. How hard could it be to let me know if
you’re coming or not? There was just something about a person’s lack of
punctuality that pissed me off. Not caring if I had shit to do or places to be
was plain rude.
I was worked up to the point of walking out the damn
door.
“Janice,” I called out into the now empty shop. She’d
insisted – once the boy’s left – in staying behind to help me set up, not
listening to my refusal. “Call Esther and reschedule. I’m beat and—”
“I’m here,” Esther yelled, rushing through the door.
“Traffic was a bitch and I—”
“Save it and get in my chair before I kick you out,” I
grumbled and rubbed my throbbing temples.
“But, I brought—”
“Now.”
“Is he always this rude?” a soft, feminine voice I didn’t
recognize asked.
I looked up, and was startled by the sexy little thing
that stood before me. She was young. Much younger than what I was normally
attracted to; at the most this little nymph was twenty.
The beauty had black hair; wavy and tousled locks that
swept down to the middle of her back, with side-swept bangs across her
forehead. Her face was sweet, innocent,
while her gray eyes spoke of mischief, and in my case, trouble. Lips, those
fucking cherry-red lips, were plump and inviting—the perfect Cupid’s bow that
begged to be nibbled.
I let my eyes traverse her short frame and my mouth
watered. She truly was an itty-bitty thing. With my six-foot-four frame, I
towered over her, dwarfing her delicate one.
My feet carried me closer to where she stood, next to
Esther in the receptionist area. I wanted her laid on that black marble top so
I could feast on her. The drought I’d been on as of late might have been making
me desperate...then again, looking at her was making something within me want
to just take, consequences be damned.
We watched each other; she followed my every move and I,
her every breath.
My eyes dropped from her perfect face to hungrily devour
her chest and a shiver ran down my spine. The two pert, no bigger than a handful
breasts, sat high on her chest. She wore a simple camisole that did little to
hide her obvious happiness to meet me.
My cock twitched as her nips puckered.
I continued my assessment and found my hands clenching
the second her narrow waist and flared hips came into view. My nails dug
grooves into the palms of my hands, the slight pinch keeping me in check. The
desire to pull her closer, grab onto her flesh, and leave my prints behind was
almost unbearable.
She was a slim petite thing, with the sexiest pair of
legs my eyes had ever seen; they were bare for my enjoyment. A tiny pair of
denim shorts barely covered her lower region, marking every groove and molding
onto her sinful flesh as if they were a part of her.
I was hard.
“Wow,” a voice coughed to my right, pulling my eyes away
from Bitty.
“What—”
“You can say ‘thank you’ for my gift now and eye fuck her
later.” Esther laughed while Bitty turned red around the cheeks.
This cute little thing blushes?
“Talan, it’s getting late,” Janice interrupted suddenly,
“and we have plans.”
“I’m sorry,” Bitty spoke up, turning to Esther, “maybe we
should come ba—”
“No.” The word popped out before I could think to stop
them.
“Yes.” My glare cut off Janice before she could continue,
eliciting a chastised look from her. Who the hell did she think she was to be
so rude and hostile toward my client and someone who, I hoped, would soon be my
friend?
“Enough, Janice.” I let the words come out encased in a
low, warning growl before turning toward the two women with raised brows. “You
two head on back.” Bitty went to protest at my command, but instead bit her
lip, causing me to groan. Fuck,
I need to get this situation under control. “Esther,
you know the drill; lose the shirt and get comfy. Bitty, I want—”
Bitty crossed her arms, scowling adorably. “Who you
calling ‘Bitty’?”
“You, sweet thing, now quit interrupting me.”
Bitty huffed, but I saw no real annoyance in her
expression.
“Talan, can we have a word please?” Janice butt-in,
again. If this chick didn’t leave soon she was going to find herself without a
job.
“No, and for fuck’s sake—go home.”
“But,” she whined and gave me a ridiculous pout. The two
other girls in the room laughed. Janice didn’t appreciate this and turned her
icy glare on them.
“Come on, Es, seems the big, bad, tatt boy has his hands
full,” Bitty cooed with a sexy giggle and pulled a nosy Esther behind her. The
two walked off, down toward the room with my name on the door. They walked in,
and while Esther went to strip, Bitty closed the door.
Her eyes—those damn cat-like grey eyes—set on mine,
blazing with amusement while she winked then pushed the door closed.
“What the fuck was that?” Janice hissed once they were
both out of earshot. “You should have a little more—”
“Get out,” I said through gritted teeth.
Janice’s jaw jutted forward in defiance. “Are you into
that little girl?”
I pointed toward the door. “Out and quit pushing . . .
you’re walking a fine line.”
Hurt flickered in her eyes. “Talan, I—”
“Go home, Janice. Go home before I fucking lose the
last bit of patience I have today and kick you out permanently.”
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