Summer Wakayama owns Vegas' hottest tattoo parlor, but lately her love life has been anything but hot. With the help of some hemp rope and a few lessons in Japanese rope bondage, she's determined to change all that and teach her longtime steady, Aidan, that what they have is worth fighting for.
Unfortunately, their night of experimentation is violently interrupted by two criminals with love life problems of their own. Now Summer and Aidan must save each other's lives in order to win the chance to revive their passion.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Ink Me by Anna J. Evans
"Come here. Now." His voice was thick with the lust every inch of her inspired. She was gorgeous, extraordinarily sexy and he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to call her his own.
"Bossy tonight, are we?" She smiled, a small, confident smile, her nerves evidently appeased by his more than positive reaction to her outfit.
"Fine, I'll come to you.'
"Not so fast," she said, stilling his advance with a single finger held up in the air.
Her fingernails were longer than they had been that morning as well as a shockingly different color. Aidan hadn't thought he'd go in for the long, fake nail thing. But it had been indescribably hot watching her rake those nails across him through his jeans. He was dying to see what they'd look like wrapped around his bare cock, to see the contrast between her pale hand, those bright red nails, and the engorged length of his own arousal.
"I believe I told you to sit," she said, moving away from him with a seductive little walk that made her hips roll teasingly beneath her robe. He could just barely get a glimpse of the underside of her ass cheeks, but it was enough to learn she was wearing a thong.
Shit, he didn't know how much longer he could wait to get his hands on her.
"Yes, ma'am." He forced himself to sit on the futon. He had to rearrange a few painfully aroused parts of his body to do so, but he did it. If she wanted to lead the festivities for a while, that was fine with him. He could sit and be a good boy as long as she made damn sure she was wiggling that fine ass into his lap in the next ten seconds.
"You may call me Lady Tigerlily."
"Lady Tigerlily?" He laughed, he couldn't help it, but the second the sound was out of his mouth he wanted to take it back. The hint of hurt and uncertainty in Summer's eyes made him feel like the biggest ass in Vegas, and in Sin City that was saying something. "I'm sorry, babe, I mean, Lady Tigerlily."
"No, forget it. I should have known this wouldn't work," she said, clutching her kimono closed and visibly shrinking before his eyes. "I've been researching a lot and in Japanese Tigerlily is Oni Yuri, but I didn't think you'd understand that so I thought English. But I should have--"
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the bathroom to change. I should have known that this was stupid, that my name was stupid and my--"
"No it's not, it's not stupid. I'm stupid. Give me another chance. Don't go change. You look beautiful. I'm dying to touch you, to make love to you." Aidan was surprised to find himself on his knees in front of Summer, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her hips through the silk of her robe. He hadn't meant to beg her this literally. Guess her outfit had gotten to him more than even he realized.