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?
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.