Marking Her
(Marked Series #1)
Elena M. Reyes
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Genre: Erotica/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 17, 2013
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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.
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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About the Author
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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