Synopsis for Marking Her:
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:
Marking Her #1 Excerpt
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.”
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Synopsis for Marking Him:
The day Maya Owens walked
into his tattoo shop, everything Talan knew changed.
After officially starting a relationship, he is now having trouble managing Maya—a woman who consumes every part of his being and owns his heart. His need to control her and everything around her drives Maya insane, but he has good reason. After all, Janice is still lurking around and she has a vendetta against his Bitty.
In no time Talan wants more, and it’s faster than Maya can handle; things begin to get complicated.
Months of frustration and want take them for a ride neither wanted, but now yearn for. Will they make it through the turbulence? And if so, at what cost?
After officially starting a relationship, he is now having trouble managing Maya—a woman who consumes every part of his being and owns his heart. His need to control her and everything around her drives Maya insane, but he has good reason. After all, Janice is still lurking around and she has a vendetta against his Bitty.
In no time Talan wants more, and it’s faster than Maya can handle; things begin to get complicated.
Months of frustration and want take them for a ride neither wanted, but now yearn for. Will they make it through the turbulence? And if so, at what cost?
Marking Him #2 Excerpt:
“Bet my
fucking life on it.” Talan groaned; his eyes zeroed in on my fingers parting my
pussy lips. “There’s nothing sexier than watching you lose control. Back
arched, eyes rolled into the back of your head … having your pussy walls locked down around my dick. It’s a beautiful pain.”
“Then why aren’t you
taking me—taking what’s yours?”
"Because I have a
goddamned appointment, who’s going to walk through that door and see you naked
and waiting. Fuck.” His hands punched the door. “Get dressed, babe, please.”
“Baby, look around. Tell
me if anything stands out.” Poor man, he hadn’t noticed the reality of this
situation.
“Other than my fantasy
of you, naked and in my chair becoming a reality?” Talan smirked; his eyes
roamed my body from head to toe. “No. Not a damn thing.”
Dear God, how much more
obvious could this be? “You really are dense.”
“What the he—”
I interrupted him before
he fucked up this evening. “What part of Merry Christmas didn’t you
understand?”
Talan’s eyes brightened.
He got it. “You mean?” I nodded and smiled. “Fuck yes.”
“How? Esther booked . .
.” he trailed off. It wasn’t hard to understand.
“I’ve wanted to do this
for so long. Since that night you showed me my design all those months
ago.”
Talan’s eyes softened at
this. “So you waited for Christmas?”
“It felt like the right
time. Special.”
“Thank you.” He breathed
and pushed himself off the door frame. It still wasn’t close enough. “Are you
sure you want this? My mark?”
“More than anything.”
Staring up into his eyes, I took a deep breath and continued. “Wearing your
mark, a peace of your ownership, will be an honor. I love you.”
Like a magnet finding
his polar opposite, he launched himself at me. His arms grabbed onto my waist
and pulled me toward the very edge of his chair. The file which had been placed
at the end of his chair, fell to the floor, and scattered around his feet.
He hovered over me,
caging me in, making me feel small and safe.
“Your beauty leaves me
breathless.” Talan moaned. My legs wrapped around his waist and held him
against me. Hard cock to needy pussy. “No one will ever love you harder than
me. So complete, and with every fiber of what makes him a man. You doing this,
for me … no fucking words could describe what I feel. Thank you.”
“I was meant to be
yours; it’s only fitting that I bear your imprint. Love you.” His hungry lips
were on mine the moment the last syllable left my lips. It was rough,
passionate. His tongue sought out mine, entwined with it, and savored my
taste.
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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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