Abby My best friend Tasha and her dad couldn’t be more different. Yeah, she’s got his height and good looks. But she hates tattoos. And her dad, Slade? Well, he’s the local ex-biker, kinda still bad boy who also just happens to be the local tattoo artist. And the sexiest man alive. Did I mention that part? He’s like… He’s just oh my god. So when I decide I want a tattoo, it’s my best friend’s dad who I want to do me. I mean to ink me. What I haven’t told Tasha, or her dad is that I’ve kinda had an obsessive crush on him since I can remember. A pressing need a girl might get in a certain part of her body? But I can’t tell my best friend the only reason I want a tattoo is so her dad will put his hands on me, can I. I mean, would an older guy like him even look twice at a thick, curvy younger girl like me? Especially the best friend of his only daughter. My mind is made up, I want Slade and I feel like I’m the only one thinking that way until I’m invited to his birthday party. But I don’t have a gift. I don’t have anything a man like Slade would want. Or do I? Slade Forty-two, and although I don’t look it, I'm feeling every year as I think about another year passing. Tasha, my daughter’s organized for some of the old gang to swing by. I have a hunch she has anyway, but she hasn’t mentioned it. When I call her up, she remembers what day it is. My daughter has always been a little scatterbrained. When she asks if her best friend can come along? Sure. I haven’t seen Abby since she graduated high school. She must be all grown up by now. But she hasn’t just gone and gotten all grown up. She’s fucking perfect. She’s my daughter’s best friend, and I’m forty-two. Old enough to be her dad. But it doesn’t stop me from thinking. And it doesn’t stop me from wanting. That special something or special someone I’ve been lacking all my life? She’s just come to the party but it feels like all my problems are solved. Until reality hits me. She’s my daughter's best friend and half my age. And to top it all off she’s telling me she wants a tattoo? No. I won’t ink her. She’s too young, her skin too smooth. She’s too god damned pure is what she is. If I speak my mind, or worse. If I act on my instincts, Tasha could lose a friend. But if I don’t do something, if I don’t stake my claim on what I can clearly see is mine, I could lose Abby forever. Only one way to find out, and I’ll be risking more than one broken heart if my gut’s wrong. But it’s never wrong, that’s how I know this is so right. We’ll deal with the fallout later. Because right now I’m falling for her, and hard.

I’m the princess of the mob, the only surviving member after a gang war left me an orphan. My aunt is desperate. Maybe that’s why she sold me. My would-be husband is an evil man. He wants to hurt me because of something my parents did. But then I meet a man, six and a half feet tall with a muscular body, intense, possessive eyes, and silver hair. He has a way of making me feel wanted. He’s Luca Lucciano, the leader of the Lucciano mob, one of the most powerful and ruthless men in the city. He kisses me. He does more than kiss me. But he knows he can’t have me. And even if he could…would he really want me after one night? He’s forty-two and experienced. I’m a twenty-year-old virgin, living a sheltered life under the watch of my mean aunt. Luca leaves me with a gift, a tattoo of a bird on my ankle. “Think of me when you look at it. Think of this night. It’s freedom, Lena.” I do, on my wedding night. I remember the passion I shared with Luca, and then I hear it. A gunshot. The guards are shouting. Is Luca going to save me after all?

I’m inked for life—a red crosshair on my wrist, marking me as a traitor’s daughter. With my uncle, Nick, I’m forced to attend Cartel parties. I have to prove my loyalty. I have to prove I’m not like my dad. Otherwise, they’ll do the same to me. Then one night, at a party, I see him, Damien Dovlatov, the leader of the Bratva. As a supposedly loyal Cartel girl, I’m supposed to hate him. But the truth is I had a confusing crush on him years ago when I saw him from afar. He’s taller than I remember, six and a half feet, silver-haired, with wide shoulders, and a primal and possessive demeanor. I’m sure I feel him watching me. Or maybe I’m just projecting. He’s the leader of the Bratva, mature, forty-one years old, and so handsome, I could melt. I’m…me. A Cartel traitor’s daughter. A woman forever marked by who her father was. A wannabe chef, on the curvy side, with zero experience. Oh, and I’m a virgin. I make a mistake, one that could cost me my life, I snap at the leader of the Cartel, Gabriel. Now he’s threatening to kill me. But Damien steps forward. “I’ll kill you if you touch her. She’s mine. Mine alone.” Is it a trick, a way to save my life? Or are my wildest fantasies becoming real…does he mean it? Does he feel the same way I do?

My sister is all I’ve got. Kelly basically raised me after we lost our parents in a plane crash. When a douche made a joke about it, when life went bad, and when I needed her… She was there. Always. But I can’t stop crushing on her ex-boyfriend. Jamie Jensen is six and a half feet of pure muscle, his arms tattooed and strong, his hair silver…his aura brooding. Aura sounds so cheesy, but he has one. A major aura. He’s forty-one years of intensity, watching me at a party one evening like he can’t decide if he hates me or wants to kiss me. But it doesn’t happen there. I decide to get a tattoo, live on the wild side, but I don’t tell Kelly. I book a session with her ex. Nothing will happen, I tell myself. I’m a twenty-year-old college student. Maybe one day I’ll be a teacher. I’m curvy and, honestly, not great with guys. Oh, and add virgin to that list, which puts my chances in the gutter. But when Jamie kisses me, it feels right. I can't fight the urges when things get even steamier in the tattoo studio. We do possessive, hungry things together, both of us caught up in the moment. Then everything unravels. A brick comes through the window. Kelly tells me a secret about Jamie. And suddenly, I’m holding a gun, wondering if I’m going to get out of here alive. Nothing will ever be the same, not now that my sister’s ex has inked me. \* Inked by My Sister’s Ex is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

I’ve wanted to be a tattoo artist for as long as I can remember. That’s what brings me to the party. When I see him, Felix Fletcher, I struggle to form words. He’s tall, with intense eyes, silver hair, and a muscular body that has my mind going to all kinds of steamy places. We talk, and I wonder if he feels it too. But I’m a full-figured girl, not the kind most guys fall all over. And, someone like Felix could have his pick of any woman he wants. Why would he pick me? But, I could only hope. The instant connection. The spark people always talk about – dreams of a perfect future together. I learn he’s forty, twice my age, twice my experience…or maybe ten times, considering I’m a virgin and I’ve never even kissed anybody. But he shows interest. Something’s happening here, I’m sure of it. Until he tells me he was hired to kill me. The butterfly on my wrist – a tattoo in honor of my dad – marks me. But Felix doesn’t hurt me. He kisses me possessively, passionately, holding me so firmly I’m sure he must feel the same. And then he tells me we have to run. Felix and I grow closer as we try to escape this maze of crossing and double-crossing. He wants to make my first time special. He asks me to tattoo half a heart onto his shoulder. “We’ll add the rest when I’ve claimed every part of you, Freya,” he tells me. Does this mean he’s mine, as badly as I want to be his? Or should I be more worried about staying alive?

CEO, bad boy, and tattoo enthusiast. He’s the sort of man any woman could imagine herself with. And by any woman, I mean me . But there’s a problem…Or two. It should be the job of a lifetime. The chance to tattoo billionaire CEO Silas Stone. But the thought of him shirtless beneath me…. How am I going to keep the needle steady? He’s forty-one years of pure muscle, six and a half feet tall, rippled all over, and covered in tattoos. I only got this job because Silas is my dad’s best friend. I’ve got to keep my crush a secret. Not that it would matter. I’m nineteen, curvy, and a virgin, basically everything a billionaire heartthrob like Silas doesn’t want. “Silas will be good for your career, Lauren,” Dad tells me. He’s talking about Silas’ celebrity. Word could spread about my services, and it could jumpstart everything. All I have to do is focus on the task. Not freak out or let my crush consume me. But then, during one of our sessions, Silas takes me to steamy sizzling places I never knew existed. I don’t know what he wants. Is it just physical, or is it more? I know I should back off and cancel our tattooing sessions. But then we get more than steamy. Silas shares things he’s never shared with anybody else. “I need you,” he tells me in his captivating husky voice. “But it will tear your Dad to pieces.”

I’m lucky to be working my dream job in a tattoo parlor. And now I get to tattoo my dream man? Kayden was a dog handler in the Marines, and now he wants to get his service animal tattooed on his muscled shoulder. No way an older, experienced guy would look twice at a curvy girl like me. Right? I’m shocked when he tells me, the rookie, to tattoo the piece. His body is a work of art, the sort that makes women—okay, me—swoon and obsess. How am I going to focus on my work when he’s shirtless? I try to banish the steamy thoughts. I tell myself it’s innocent, but his eyes tell a different story. One night I see the darkness in him, the pain. I pry too much, and he tells me to back off. Will his past keep us apart? Can I break down his walls, or is he going to break my heart instead? \* Inking the Soldier is an insta-everything, standalone, insta-love romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

My crush is inappropriate as all get out, but I can control it as long as he stays away. Too bad he’s back now. Brian Pearson was my secret heartthrob for years. He’s retired from the Marines finally, and now he wants me to tattoo him. Can I handle being in his presence and putting my hands on his body? My crush on him started way before I even got my braces. I’m nineteen now, but I know it doesn’t make any difference. I’m a curvy, inexperienced virgin. Brian is a forty-two-year-old fox who could have any woman he wants, and he just so happens to be my dad’s best friend. When Brian looks at me, I’m familiar with the feeling. I’m invisible to him. Nothing new there, but then one evening, things get steamy. My craziest dreams come true. It’s more than a kiss. It’s a betrayal. Can we fight these growing feelings? Real relationships are so much trickier than a crush and sweeter, too. Will this crush, crush us? What about my dad? What will he say when he finds out? \* Inking My Crush is an insta-everything standalone insta-love romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

He’s going to put me in detention if I keep drooling over him. Max Stellar is no ordinary professor. Something caused me to run from the West Coast. It makes it difficult to trust. That’s why I’m suspicious when Max Stellar offers to tattoo me. I know it’s inappropriate, but I like his professorial, bossy tone. I like the hunger in his eyes. But does he really want me? I’m half his age and a virgin. Surely, he’s out of my league. I can’t stop thinking about his dark ink showing through his shirt under the lecture hall lights. I go to him for my tattoo, and everything changes. It’s steamy, intimate, possessive. Just when I think we might be able to make this work, he drops a bombshell on me. He’s tattooed himself on my heart, but I know I can never be with him. I can’t kiss him. I can’t even think about it. He lied to me, and he’s not the only one. \* Professor Ink is an insta-everything standalone romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.