Get Wicked – Hot Tattoo Artists Turn Up the Heat and Romance in South Florida – Wicked Brand series – Erotic Contemporary #TinaDonahueBooks #WickedBrandSeries #HotTattooArtists #EroticContemporaries
Take a ride on the pleasure express with my Wicked Brand series.
South Florida just got a helluva lot steamier… During the day, the staff at Wicked Brand makes ink dreams a reality for their appreciative clients. After hours, this naughty crew engages in sensual delights as wild as the designs they’re selling. Their motto? Nothing forbidden. Nothing held back.
Wicked Takeover is Lauren and Dante’s story…
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She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.
Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate HR job, she’s just inherited Wicked Brand, a struggling West Palm Beach tattoo parlor…along with the virile dude who runs it. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty, and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash and score a new position in the corporate world.
Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and beautifully inked biceps. He sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance, recognizing the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.
Unwilling and unable to keep their hands to themselves, Lauren and Dante turn to carnal games and seduction. Until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.
“Are you here for a piercing?” He gestured to another wall filled with pictures. His biceps flexed.
Lauren wanted to touch them, feel their strength and heat.
“You can see what we offer in those photos. We also have binders of what we’ve done for past clients to give you an idea of what you might like.”
For someone who prided herself on her no-nonsense professionalism, she was having a hard time not drooling over his freaking arms. What was wrong with her? She knew better than to lust after a guy like him. That path only led to her nursing a humiliating rejection at best and a broken heart at worst. She tore her gaze from his biceps and looked at the photos he was showing her. “Do people really get their tongues tattooed?”
He grinned, showing perfect teeth. “You bet.”
He shrugged good-naturedly. “Why not?”
He wasn’t the least bit uptight. How Lauren envied that. “Have you?”
“Have I what?”
“Had your tongue tattooed? Or are the ones on your arms the only ones you have?”
His smile broadened. He spoke conspiratorially. “I have another, though not on my tongue.”
She hoped he hadn’t inked the prize behind his fly. His equipment had to be as awesome as the rest of him. No way could anyone improve on nature’s perfection.
He regarded her thoughtfully, his gaze warming her in places she hadn’t thought about in far too long. Easily, he took in her short blond hair, her clothes, and her features, including the small mole near her mouth. There, he lingered. A faint smile touched his lips.
Lauren’s throat and cheeks grew hot. With his approving gaze, too much desire rushed through her, making it difficult to breathe.
He flushed, too. “Let me get those binders so you can look through them.”
“No, don’t. Please. That’s not why I’m here.”
His dark eyebrows lifted. “You’re selling something?” He glanced at her purse and looked around her, possibly for an organization caddy stuffed with her product line.
“Uh no. I’m here to take over.”
He looked lost. “As in what?”
“This place.” She gestured to the parlor. “I own this business and everything in it, including you.”
Wicked Seduction is Tor and Marnie’s story
He’ll teach her to believe in passion and love.
Marnie’s getting back on her feet after fleeing a bad relationship. As part of her new life, she arrives at Wicked Brand in search of tattoos to cover scars from a long-ago trauma, hoping it will allow her to finally feel pretty. What she gets is a hot Latin tattoo artist who sets every part of her afire.
Sexy as sin Tor can work magic with his stunning 3-D designs and wants nothing more than to see Marnie smile. She’s a rare combination of sweet and wickedly sensual. The kind of woman he can’t easily resist—and doesn’t try.
Their sessions at the parlor turn into evenings of steamy delight as they feed their carnal hunger and growing intimacy, playing shameless games that leave them breathless and wanting more.
When her ex shows up, determined to have her back under his control, the danger is real. But this time Marnie is stronger, determined…and no longer alone.
What reviewers are saying about Wicked Seduction
“Ms. Donahue creates the perfect balance between action and emotion of the story, building a deep connection between the reader and the hero and heroine. The chemistry between Marnie and Tor is off-the-charts and turns up the heat with electrifying scenes that are tender and seductive.” 5 heart rating – The Romance Studio
“I really enjoyed Wicked Seduction. I would love to get a tattoo, if I could get one like the one like the ones I imagine Tor can create. They sound so sexy when he explains them to Marnie!” -Kim V., NetGalley
“The romance was freaking perfect!” – Nay D., Goodreads
“I enjoyed reading this book immensely! I loved the premise of Tor helping Marnie gain back her confidence and strength through the process of getting her tattoo. Their chemistry was beautiful and wonderful!” – Kelly P., NetGalley
“Wicked Seduction is a sexy and sweet read with enough drama to keep your emotions going the whole way through this books. And if there is anything a book should do is make you feel them emotions and this book does deliver that really well. This book should be getting 5 stars all day long and Tina Donahue needs to take a bow coz what a book you have given us readers, so I want to say thank you! Would highly recommend this book and this author to everyone.” -Melinda S., Goodreads
“This book is amazing. It shows how strong the main character is to move on with life after an abusive relationship. The strength she draws from a wonderful man who truly knows how to treat a woman. With love, respect and kindness. Gorgeous, talented, tattooed man who makes all her hot dreams come true. Absolute must read!” – Kelly L., NetGalley
Wicked Times Two is Jasmina, Noah, and Kyle’s story
She’s through with love and just wants to have some wicked fun…
Burned by her cheating boyfriend, Jasmina is finished with the idea of forever after with any guy. That fairy tale doesn’t exist—at least not for her. From now on, protecting her heart and letting pleasure rule is her motto.
Lucky for her, she has the perfect men in mind. Noah and Kyle, two of the hottest cops in West Palm Beach. She hasn’t been able to get them out of her head since they handled an altercation at Wicked Brand, the tattoo parlor she manages. When they come back to get inked, sparks fly.
Noah’s ready to play, and Kyle’s on board. All they want is her—submission, bondage, spanking…no strings or regrets. Seductive days roll into steamy nights, igniting feelings the guys hadn’t expected and Jasmina can’t deny.
What began as a sensual adventure could turn into so much more…if Jasmina can risk a different kind of love.
Kyle and Noah strode inside, wearing their cop authority like a second skin.
Jasmina fought dizziness, drawn to them effortlessly and recklessly.
Tor hurried past the guys and reached her first.
She ignored him.
Kyle’s fragrance wafted close, an intoxicating cedar and suede mixture. She struggled against taking another sniff, not wanting him to think she was weird, but it wasn’t easy to restrain her desire. The disillusionment in his eyes had faded, replaced by male interest…almost as if he couldn’t help himself.
He smiled at her, the gesture easygoing yet confident.
She liked that.
Noah brought up the rear, his scent tobacco, with a hint of coffee and musk. One thousand percent male, like his assured bearing and attentive gaze.
Ambrosia to a woman who hadn’t had fun in months.
Her cheeks stung. So much for playing things cool. “Hey. What’s up?”
Kyle rubbed his mouth, but it didn’t entirely hide his smile.
Color darkened Noah’s face.
Jasmina had to keep from leaning over the counter to check out the prizes between their legs and asking if they were still seeing the women they’d brought to the wedding. Or maybe they had someone new? She hoped not. “Is everything going okay with the trial? Ethan didn’t bust out of jail, did he?”
Kyle laughed. “Nope.”
Noah chimed in. “He wouldn’t dare.”
Their voices rumbled; her lust spiked to overdrive. Calm down before you make a fool of yourself.
It wasn’t like her to become unglued around guys. She’d always been herself whether they enjoyed her personality or not. Of course, Noah and Kyle were the first men she’d been interested in post-Brad.
Maybe that’s why Tor stood to the side like a chaperone.
She knew she’d been in bad shape after being cheated on, but she didn’t like or need his intrusion and turned to him. “Can I do something for you?”
“Awesome.” She slapped on a smile and gestured to the waiting area. “Your client will be glad to hear that. He’s ready to get inked.” She lowered her voice. “He’s the elderly man wearing the bright orange shorts. Nice guy.”
She gave Tor the work order that detailed the tat the man wanted: a 3-D design on his left pec that depicted an opened zipper. From inside his heart, his late wife smiled at him.
The sweetest gesture Jasmina had ever seen. If only all guys were loyal to the ones they were supposed to love.
Wasn’t going to happen, especially to her.
With the forever-after fantasy in her rearview mirror, she was ready to cut loose and enjoy herself. Not once but twice. Wicked times two. She faced Noah and Kyle, attracted to both and eager to know what it would be like to be with them at the same time. A threesome was the safest way she knew to have fun and indulge in her carnal fantasies while also protecting her heart.
However, whether they would go for the idea or think she was crazy was a huge if.
They shot loaded gazes at Tor.
He fired one right back but collected his client.
“Hey, I’m Tor Avana.” He stuck out his hand. “Ward, is it? Nice to meet you.”
“Same here.” They shook. “Hope I’m not too old for this.”
Jasmina cut in. “Not at all. Go for it.” She gave him two thumbs-up.
He laughed softly.
“This way.” Tor gestured for Ward to take a seat in the front chair.
The poor man shrank back. “You’re going to tattoo me in public?”
“Sure.” Tor clamped Ward’s shoulder. “It’ll be fun.”
“Oh no, please.” He waved his hands. “I wouldn’t want anyone except Sheila seeing this old body.” He lifted his droopy shoulders. “She loved me. She didn’t mind how I looked.”
Jasmina’s throat tightened with emotion. “It’s okay. Tor can ink you in his workstation in the back. Totally private.”
Tor gave her a look. She gave him one right back, annoyed at his behavior today.
He ushered Ward down the hall but kept glancing over at her, Kyle, and Noah.
Jasmina recalled when she’d first started to date. A big thing, given she was the youngest in her family, not to mention the only girl with six brothers. Her mom and dad had been pretty cool about the whole thing, trusting their daughter to make the right choices and not to be a pushover for anyone. Her brothers were a different story.
Tor had shot the same look to Noah and Kyle that her brothers had given the guys she’d dated, which said, “Back off.” Until Brad had messed with her heart and dignity, Tor had never questioned her good sense. She knew she’d been hell to live with around here, acting like a damn zombie. But that was in the past. She was ready to move on, and he should trust her to know her own mind. The last thing she needed was a damn bodyguard. She regarded Kyle and Noah. “Something bothering Tor?”
Kyle lifted his eyebrows slightly. A mellow response that told her nothing.
Noah showed no reaction, his mood reserved, thoughts masked, taking her in as though it was his right. Just as a cop would do. Pure authority.
If he behaved the same in bed…
A pleasant thrill ran through her, dulling the outside world. Sounds and colors faded.
For him to play Dom to her sub would be the absolute best. After he worked his wicked ways on her, Kyle would be there for comfort and tenderness. They could even switch things up, taking turns playing good cop and bad. To have their passion released at the same time…
Wicked Design is Clover and Van Gogh’s story
Handcuffs and trouble…
Clover wants Van Gogh. Bad. He’s the hottest ink artist at Wicked Brand and makes her blood race. Trouble is, he hasn’t noticed her. She’s determined to change that. Starting with letting him get under her skin—literally. But then the tattoo consultation goes a little deeper than expected.
In a night of wicked hot fun, she brings out his sexy beast. Talk about a major transformation. Soon they’re sneaking into the shop after hours to play with his chair and breaking in his new handcuffs. But when their differences start to arise, she’s not sure where all this hot sex will lead…
She stopped at a door on the left. Several white bags with Castillo’s logo stood to the side. “Wow, they’re faster than Domino’s. Hungry?”
He wasn’t—for food. The muggy air and heat intensified her fragrance, the scent surrounding him. He inhaled deeply. “You?”
“I could eat. Come on.”
“Wait. I have it.” He gathered the bags and tried not to stare at her place. The dining area, kitchen, and bedroom flowed into one another, the bathroom walled off to the side. An old-fashioned spread sporting lace and ribbons covered her mattress. Large enough for two.
Even in his wildest fantasies, he hadn’t expected this.
He pulled his gaze away before she caught him staring and hesitated putting the bags on the long table. Pliers, scissors, hammers, and wire took up the space. Serial killer tools if not for the glue gun, beads, and other artsy stuff next to them.
“Put the food on the bed.” She opened another window and turned on the fans. “We can eat there.”
If he could get anything down his throat. His hands shook so badly, the bags rustled as he lowered them to the mattress.
“Would you like something to drink? Beer? Ice water? Apple juice?”
Water was probably the best bet to keep him from melting, but his hammering pulse demanded booze. “A beer. Thanks.”
She tossed her silver bracelet on the table.
He cleared his throat. “Do you want to use plates or eat from the, ah, the…”
Clover dropped her tank top on the chair. She hadn’t worn a bra. Her breasts were firm, nipples surprisingly large, pink, and puckered despite the outrageous heat.
Every word he’d ever known evaporated. His mouth went dry.
“Eat from what?” She kicked off her sandals and slipped out of her shorts.
She hadn’t worn panties, either. Dark curls hugged her mound.
She padded to him, naked as the day she was born.
His heart slammed into his chest.
“Go on and undress.” She cradled his sweaty cheek. “It’s okay. It’s hot in here.”