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Blurb:
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 life. 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.
Excerpt:
“Hello?” She looked around but there didn’t seem to be anyone there. A
breeze filtered through the screen leading to a balcony. She opened it and
stepped out, breathing deeply of the pine-scented air.
Then she saw him. A long lean cowboy type stretched out in a cushioned
chair, boots propped on the railing. Sleep softened what would otherwise be a
rugged face. Wheat colored hair fell over his forehead and brushed his
shoulders. Gold-tipped lashes hid his eyes. Unable to resist studying him as
she had his truck, she moved closer, eager to see what kind of man Madame Eve
had sent.
A crisp white button-up, opened slightly at the throat, covered his broad
thick chest and disappeared beneath snug jeans. His narrow hips contrasted
sharply with the width of his shoulders and long legs seemed to go on forever.
His boots had been polished to a fine sheen, but they bore the signs of wear.
Everything about him looked solid, reliable…safe. A shiver ran through her.
What would it be like to awaken in his strong arms, pillowed on a chest made
hard by work? The thought tantalized with the impossible. To be as well-cared
for as his boots or his vehicle, to be appreciated scars and all, it would be a
fantasy beyond even Madame Eve’s talent.
Still, she wanted it. For at least one night she wanted to be worthy of
such tender care.
She hadn’t bothered to read his profile. The 1NS service had sent it to
her, but she didn’t want to know. She’d asked them not to send hers either, but
she had no idea if they’d done so. Expectations led to disappointment and could
distort the appreciation of reality. Though she doubted the man stretched
before her was anything but what he seemed—deliciously sexy and rock steady.
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