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WOLF WILD AND EMBER ROSE ARE POLAR OPPOSITES, BUT WHEN THE TWO OF THEM GET TOGETHER IT’S ENOUGH TO START A FIRE. WOLF: I’m not looking for anything serious in my life. I have a shop to run, and when it comes to women, anything other than a good time doesn’t fit into my plans. But then I meet her. Ember Rose is exactly the kind of woman that I would normally charm the panties off of, make scream my name all night, and then send on her way come morning. A win-win, right? So why am I wanting something more than that? Why am I wanting to put ink on her skin and then never let her go? EMBER: Men are a dime a dozen when you co-own and work in a bar in this city. And men like Wolf Wild are the kind of men that I should avoid for my own sanity. But we keep running into each other. Turns out he’s my neighbor, and he owns the tattoo shop where I’m getting my first ever ink done. And did I mention the chemistry between us is enough to have my panties bursting into flames at the sight of him? A man like Wolf is what I least expected to happen in my life right now. But I’m not the only one doubting our budding relationship. Wolf's family doesn’t think that the maid’s daughter should look above her station and they’re going to do whatever they can to pull us apart. Are we going to go up in flames before we even get started? Fire & Ink contains strong language, hot and steamy sexual scenes including spanking, and some discussions of past trauma that may be a trigger for some readers. Please do not read if such things offend you.
Author
I live in New Brunswick, Canada with my husband and our two dogs, Remi and Sako (pronounced Say-co). When I’m not writing, I’m playing fetch with the dogs, talking to my parents for endless amounts of hours, annoying the crap out of my husband, or just enjoying life with my friends. Writing has been a part of my life since I was about 12. I started out just writing short stories or silly knock-offs of my favorite shows or movies. Soon, though, I realized just how much I loved to write. How often my mind would wander and think of characters and where they could go. They became real to me, and I would start to write. I used to fill up notebooks and pads of paper when I got an idea. It would be an obsession, almost, to get on paper. Then, when I was old enough to have a computer, I started there. Now, I’m 28 years old and I finally hit that button. The one that I’ve thought about it over and over again for the past 16 years. There is no greater joy, or fear, at realizing you’ve just accomplished something that you’ve wanted to do for so very long. That is my greatest accomplishment and I look forward to hitting that button on many more.
