WICKED TIMES TWO
(A Wicked Brand
Novel – Book 3)
by Tina Donahue
UNIVERSAL
LINK: https://entangledpublishing.com/wicked-times-two.html
Genre:
erotic
contemporary ménage
Series
Blurb:
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
Times Two Blurb:
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.
Excerpt:
A threesome. Exactly
what Jasmina Reyes needed to get out of her dating funk and move on
with her life. Who better to get her juices flowing than Noah Guzman
and Kyle Loring? The poster boys for badass who stepped out of her
fantasies and were now approaching Wicked Brand.
Her pulse ticked up.
She leaned against the counter and zeroed in on them like a
lust-seeking missile.
Both men were in
their early thirties and seriously tall. Six-three if they were an
inch. They’d ditched their uniforms for tees and jeans. Their
shoulders were broad, hips narrow, their muscular thighs and arms the
stuff that generated female wet dreams. They were also West Palm
Beach cops, alpha to the core, authoritative and assured. The
freaking jackpot.
Kyle and Noah
stopped outside the parlor display window.
Jasmina’s belly
fluttered. She pushed to her toes and craned her neck to see better.
Thankfully, no artist inked a client in the front chair, so she had a
decent view of the city’s finest officers.
Wind tousled Kyle’s
honey-blond hair, short on the sides and back, longer on top. The
thick locks grazed his surprisingly dark eyebrows. Sooty lashes
framed his hazel eyes. His bronze complexion made him seem golden,
his masculine features sexy as hell.
She held her breath
to avoid whimpering in delight.
At his side, Noah
was pure sin, almost too handsome to be real. His greenish-gray eyes
were intense and somewhat brooding, his olive-toned skin darkened by
days in the sun, his wavy black hair long enough to invite a woman to
run her fingers through the tresses as she captured his mouth with
hers.
Heat poured through
Jasmina, weakening her.
If forced to choose
between them, she’d plead for both. Each man radiated danger, the
kind only a bad boy could project, yet they also afforded protection,
treating a woman with respect. They’d done so with Marnie when her
ex-boyfriend had attacked her outside the parlor last year. Rather
than treat her like a helpless victim or, worse, an instigator in the
assault, they’d spoken to her gently. They’d also ignored cop
protocol and allowed her to postpone her witness statement so she
could attend to her bruised face.
Jasmina sensed
they’d be just as considerate in bed, giving rather than merely
taking, no matter how wild things got.
Warmth and curiosity
rolled through her as to why they were in Northwood Village. The
touristy enclave in West Palm Beach didn’t seem like a place they’d
frequent on a day off. She pictured them at the beach or a sports
bar, possibly a gym where they worked on their pecs and abs, sweat
glistening, muscles bunching, veins bulging as they eyed the ladies.
Unless they were
here to get a tat.
Their profiles were
to her, their attention on someone down the street. Noah inclined his
head in greeting to whoever it was, followed by Kyle, their smiles
pleasant and welcoming.
Tor, an ink artist
here and also Marnie’s boyfriend, joined them. Jasmina bit her lip.
She hoped this visit wasn’t about Marnie’s ex getting bail
because of a savvy defense attorney. Please,
not that. Ethan
hadn’t only assaulted her and threatened her life, but he’d
attacked Noah and Kyle when they’d intervened. That stupid move was
supposed to keep him behind bars for a long time while he faced
numerous charges plus a trial.
The guys shook hands
and spoke. Tor smiled wide enough to produce his signature dimples.
Knowing him, he
wouldn’t be doing that if Kyle and Noah had delivered bad news.
She relaxed. Sort
of.
They chatted
further, their voices too low for her to capture over the peppy Cuban
music
that
played loudly in here. Maybe she should go outside, see what was up,
and say hi. Casually, though, despite her pounding heart and the
perspiration rolling down her spine.
The last time she’d
seen Kyle and Noah was at Lauren’s wedding months ago. They’d
been with dates then. According to Lauren, those relationships were
casual, not serious. However, things might have changed…maybe.
During the
reception, Kyle and Noah snuck peeks at her while their dates
mingled. Kyle couldn’t have been more serene as his date flirted
with other guys, his face placid. Carefree seemed to be in his
nature. Noah was equally composed but in a self-assured way, like few
things ruffled him. Probably good traits to have in their line of
work.
Even with an
opportunity to make her move on them, Jasmina had held back. She knew
what it was like to be cheated on. Casual or not, she would never
horn in on someone else’s relationship and hurt another person like
she’d been wounded by Brad.
The guys’ smiles
faded as Tor continued to talk.
Noah looked over,
directly at her, and trapped her with his intent gaze.
She stilled, unable
to smile or pull in a breath, lost in his attention.
Tor glanced at her.
That wasn’t as
pleasant as Noah’s look and didn’t seem accidental.
What did you say
to them?
Noah’s face gave
nothing away, his behavior typical cop. Assertive. Assured.
Irresistible.
Her legs turned
watery. Fierce need overwhelmed her. She craved to be in his arms,
their mouths joined, his size and weight confining her.
Kyle glanced at her,
too, dismay in his eyes.
What is going on?
About
Tina:#
Tina
Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist writing
passionate romance for every taste – “heat with heart” – for
traditional publishers and indie. Booklist,
Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times,
and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’
Choice Awards, RWA awards - Holt Medallion and NEC, and won a Book of
the Year award. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story
Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked in Story
Direction for a Hollywood production company.
You
can find her online at:
Love n stuff
Scarlett
xXx
Thanks for hosting Wicked Times Two today! :)
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