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📖 Rescue Me 📖
Heathens Ink, Book #1
“Your life can change in an instant”~ Madden
I never thought a night out could change everything. All I wanted was to dance, drink, maybe take a cute guy home for a night of fun. I met the guy, but the night ended as a nightmare. Screams, and blood, and tragedy haunt my dreams. I’m alive and I owe it all to the gorgeous marine who refused to leave me for dead. But how can I start a new relationship when I’m not even sure who I am anymore?
“I’ll always save you” ~Thane
After a long work week all I wanted was to let my hair down and to meet a nice guy. When I laid eyes on the gorgeous, tattooed man at the bar, I had to have him. I never would have thought the night could end in such horror. I saved his life, and I swear I’ll save him as many times as I have to. Even if it means saving him from himself.
**This is the first book in the Heathens Ink series in which every book can be read as a stand alone.
CAUTION: this book is recommended for readers 18+ and does contain one scene of graphic violence that may disturb some readers.
I wake up in a cozy cocoon of sleepy happiness. I haven’t slept that well in weeks. I’m guessing I owe the good night sleep and full body satisfaction to the phenomenal orgasm. Although, the gorgeous man pressed up against my back might have something to do with it, too. Thane’s nose nuzzles against the back of my neck and he lets out a contented sigh and starts to trace little circles on my hipbone with his thumb.
“Morning,” I murmur, unwilling to even roll over and ruin this perfect moment.
“Mmmm, good morning,” Thane hums, trailing gentle kisses along my shoulder.
At least there’s no morning after awkwardness. However, I’m loath to have the ‘what does this mean’ talk. Maybe we can put it off for a little while.
“Will I be showing my hand too much if I ask what last night means?” Thane asks.
I let out a sigh and force myself to wriggle out of his grasp enough to roll over and face him. I wince as I shuffle around in the bed, putting too much weight briefly on my bad leg. Once I’m settled I lay my head back on the pillow and take a moment to get lost in Thane’s soulful brown eyes.
“I like you a lot,” I start and Thane frowns. “No pouty faces. It’s not a brush off, I’m stating a fact. I like you a lot.”
Thane relaxes a fraction and brings his hand up to cup my jaw, running a thumb through my morning stubble.
“I like you a lot too, Madden.”
Now comes the hard part.
“If this were any other circumstances you’d have to have me surgically removed in order to get rid of me. I’d be pulling out all the stops to make you my boyfriend.”
“But…?” Thane’s expression returns to wariness.
“My head isn’t on straight right now. I’m afraid that if we start something right now it’ll be doomed before we even start.”
Thane sighs and his eyes fill with a sad resignation.
📖 GOING COMMANDO 📖
Heathens Ink, Book #2
“I never thought I could want anyone as much as I wanted Nash, then I met you”~Royal
When I was sixteen I was afflicted with a terrible curse…I fell in love with my straight best friend. I never thought I’d move past my feelings for Nash and find someone who could love me in return, until the day a gorgeous marine plopped himself down in my chair and asked me to ink him. I’m falling fast for Zade, but my feelings for Nash are still very real. When life starts getting complicated and Nash speaks the words I never thought I’d hear, the only thing I want is for us to find a way to make this work…together.
“What if I told you, you’d never have to choose?”~Zade
I thought I’d stay in the marines for life, that was the plan. But after a traumatic event I couldn’t make myself re-enlist when my contract was up. Confused and unsure what to do next I called up my best friend for a place to stay. What I didn’t count on was my best friend’s boyfriend practically throwing a sexy tattoo artist at me to keep me busy. Royal is everything I’ve ever wanted and his roommate, Nash, is starting to grow on me, too.
“A few weeks ago I thought I was straight. Now I’m sandwiched between two sweaty men. Can’t say I do anything half-assed.” ~Nash
Of course I’ve noticed that my best friend, Royal is crazy good looking. I have eyes, that doesn’t mean I’m into guys. Although, when I start to notice that his new boyfriend, Zade, is pretty hot too, that makes me start to question things a little. Not to mention the dreams I keep having of the three of us together. I’m willing to try if they are.
**This is NOT a love triangle, just good old fashioned man-on-man-on-man love
**Every book in the Heathens Ink series can be read as a stand-alone, but it’s way more fun to read them in order.
His cheeks flame red and that’s all the answer I need. I lunge at him, claiming his lips with my own, savoring the sweet taste. Sure, I’ve sucked his dick a few times, but I’ve never been allowed to kiss him before. To my relief he relaxes into the kiss, his lips parting, and his hands fisting the front of my shirt.
Nash let’s out a whimper as I flick my tongue along his bottom lip before plunging it into his mouth. To my surprise he sucks my tongue and then grabs me by the hair, tilts my head back, and deepens the kiss. Holy fuck this boy can kiss. I moan into his mouth, as his hands begin to fumble with my jeans.
“Wait,” I gasp reluctantly as my brain chooses a few seconds too late to remind me that not only do I have a boyfriend, he’s in a sex coma in the next room while I suck my roommate’s face off. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that.”
Nash frowns and touches his fingers to his lips, like he’s trying to hang on to the sensation of the kiss. Another jolt of lust hits me in the gut.
“I’m going to go to bed and we’ll finish talking about this in the morning, okay?”
Nash nods but doesn’t say anything as I dart for my room before I can do any other stupid shit.
Zade is still sound asleep, but as I pull the covers back and climb in beside him, he rolls towards me and wraps me in his arms.
My heart constricts. If you’d have told me two months ago that Nash might be bi and have feelings for me, I’d have been jumping for joy. Part of me still is. I mean, fuck, I’ve loved the man for eight years. He’s everything I thought I always wanted.
Laying here in Zade’s arms, it’s not as easy as it should be to be excited about Nash. I haven’t known Zade long, but my feelings for him are just as real as my feelings for Nash. I can’t choose between them, it would be impossible. They’re so different, but both exactly what I need.
Zade is strong and fierce, but needs me to soothe something deep inside of him. He’s sarcastic and up for anything. I never thought I’d meet a man who’d be willing to face down any challenge I could throw at him, and level me with challenges of his own.
Then there’s Nash. He’s my best friend, my hero, the man who’s held my heart since I was sixteen. Nash is kind and quiet. He calms the chaos I love to create. He levels me out. And, he needs me too.
I want them both in every possible way. I’ll never be able to choose.
📖 FROM ASHES 📖
HEATHENS INK SERIES, BOOK #3
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“When the broken man with scarred skin walked into Heathens, asked for a job, and showed me a sketch of a phoenix, it felt like fate.”~ Adam
It started with an anonymous post by someone who didn’t want to live anymore. I read it over and over again, unable to get it out of my mind. What if my brother Johnny had posted something like this before he’d taken his own life? Would someone have been able to save him?
I’ve been living a lie for 16 long years and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to keep it up. And when a beautiful, broken man walks into my tattoo shop asking for a second chance at life, I know I’ll never be able to turn him away.
“When I was so far down I couldn’t even see the light, a stranger reached in to save me”~ Nox
I didn’t have anything to live for, until a kind stranger pulled me back from the brink. With physical and emotional scars I have nowhere to turn now but to that same stranger who saved my life without realizing it. But as my feelings for Adam grow, will I ever be anything other than a surrogate for the brother he couldn’t save? Am I even worthy of his love?
**From Ashes is the third book in the Heathens Ink series, each book in the series CAN be read as a standalone.
CAUTION: this book contains graphic descriptions of domestic violence and drug use that may be disturbing to some readers.
The air in the room seems to shift as our laughter fades. I look over at Adam and find him looking back.
His eyes flick over my face like he’s searching for something and the crease between his brows makes me wonder what he’s thinking so hard about. I wonder for the millionth time how he kisses, what his lips taste like. I’ve never been this obsessed with kissing before but my brain is like a broken record lately.
Subconsciously, I feel myself leaning forward, and to my surprise, Adam is leaning forward too.
Our mutual approach is slow and measured, like we’re both afraid to scare the other off if we move too fast.
His breath smells like chocolate as it bathes my face and my hands start to tremble. I mentally send out a prayer to every deity I can think of not to let Adam come to his senses until after I get the chance to kiss him and know what it feels like for just a few seconds.
When his lips finally ghost against mine it’s like an electric jolt to every nerve ending. Then, he lets out a defeated sound and crushes his lips against mine and my heart nearly explodes out of my chest.
The kiss is sweet and exploratory as his tongue sweeps against my lips, seeking access. I open to him without hesitation, looping my arms around the back of his neck and pulling myself flush against him.
My skin feels like it’s the only thing keeping me from bursting into a million beams of light.
Adam’s hands gently roam my body. Not harsh and demanding like I’m used to, but reverently. Each breathy sound that falls from his lips between kisses burrows into my heart to make a permanent home.
Adam pulls his lips from mine and I whimper in protest. He presses his forehead against mine as we both attempt to catch our breath.
“I’m so sorry. God that was so inappropriate,” Adam laments in a pained tone.
“No.”I clutch desperately at the front of his shirt, unwilling to let him pull away. “Please, don’t tell me that the best moment of my life was a mistake.”
“You’re my employee, and you’re going through so much,” Adam argues weakly.
“I don’t care. Please, Adam, give it a chance. Give us a chance?” I don’t know what’s making me so bold, but now that I’ve had a taste of what it can feel like to have someone care about you, I can’t let it go, not without a fight.
“Okay,” Adam breathes after a second and I nearly cry in relief before scrambling into his lap and kissing him again.
More confident now, my tongue sweeps along the inside of Adam’s hot mouth. His hands grip my hips and then wander up my back, underneath my shirt. I shiver at the contact of his rough fingers against my skin.
As our kissing drags on with no attempt on Adam’s part to get my clothes off I start to feel out of my depth. I don’t think he’s been with a guy before so am I supposed to let him set the pace? Or, is he assuming I’ll lead? Then something else occurs to me…it’s only fair for me to tell Adam the full extent of my past before he makes the decision to be in a sexual relationship with me.
I force myself to end the kiss and lean back on his lap.
📖 Shattered Pieces 📖
HEATHENS INK SERIES, BOOK #4
Coming October 31st!
“I was sure my heart had withered away years ago, but then you smiled at me and I felt it beat again.” ~Gage
Years ago, I fell in love with my best friend’s little brother. Then, he took his own life, leaving me shattered and unable to piece my heart back together. I’ve been a zombie for nine long years. Until a crazy, gorgeous man walked into Heathens Ink and injected color back into my world of gray. No matter how hard I try to resist Beck he just won’t give up on me. I would need steel willpower to withstand his gorgeous long legs in his high heels, and his drawer full of lacy lingerie. But is this just a kinky hook up or does it have the possibility for more?
“We’re both broken, but our jagged edges fit together well” ~ Beck
When you’re half of a whole you never contemplate what life would be like without your matching piece. Since my twin sister, Brianna, died last year, nothing I do seems to quiet my soul. I know there has to be some way for me to feel happy and whole again. And, when I look into the pained eyes of the tattoo artist at Heathens Ink I feel like I have a purpose. I can’t explain it, but I feel like I have to find a way to put him back together.
As soon as I pull into the familiar spot at the hidden overlook I’m assaulted with so many memories it’s almost impossible to breathe.
Flashes of images pass before my eyes like still shots from a familiar movie. Johnny smiling at me with so much shy hope, I laid my heart at his feet that very moment. His small frame in my arms as we lay breathless and tangled on a blanket, sweat cooling on our skin, gazing up at the stars and dreaming of a future. Tears and fights because he couldn’t stand keeping our love a secret, while I tried for the millionth time to explain to him why it wasn’t the right time to tell Adam. Johnny growing increasingly more distant as I begged literally on hands and knees for him to tell me what was going on with him, desperate to know why he wasn’t the same man I fell in love with anymore. Where was my Johnny and who was that shell of a boy in his place?
I should’ve seen the signs then. I should’ve known that he needed more help than the sheer strength of my love alone could give him.
And then, the night Adam and I drove up here after Johnny’s funeral and drowned our sorrows in a bottle of Jack.
The force of the memories nearly brings me to my knees. I haven’t come up here since that night with Adam. I couldn’t bear it. It’s too much of Johnny and not enough all at the same time.
I’m a husk of a person now. I’m a man without a heart or soul. When Johnny died he took those things with him and left a painful ache where they used to be.
I sink down on the ground beside Adam’s car and look up at the night sky. It looks the same as it always did when Johnny was in my arms. How can the universe be so unaffected by the loss of such a beautiful soul? How can life continue to go on day after day without him?
“How could you do this to me Jay? You promised me forever. I know we were young but I believed you. Everyone says things get better with time, so why does it feel so fucking raw still? Why do I still wake up thinking for a second you’re still here? Why can’t I move on? It’s been nine years, Jay. Why can’t I get the fuck over it? And why did you have to leave me? Why?” My voice cracks as the tears roll freely down my cheeks. “I can’t keep living like this Jay. When I promised it would only ever be you I meant it from the bottom of my heart. But you’re gone now and I’m so lonely I can’t breathe. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t.”
A broken sob escapes my chest and I bury my face in my hands.
At least no one is up here to see me breaking down like this.
I know what they all think of me. They can’t understand how I can still be mourning the loss of someone who died almost a decade ago. But Johnny wasn’t someone he was my everything. He was my first and only love.
I can still remember the night we got together like it was yesterday. I still dream of it.
I had known Johnny his whole life and he had always been my best friend’s goofy little brother. Kind of cute and so campy you’d think he was trying to be every gay stereo-type he could manage. But that was just Johnny. He didn’t care what people thought. At least I didn’t think he cared. Maybe if I’d realized how much it really mattered to him he’d still be here now.
He was sixteen and I was twenty and I felt like a skeeve for noticing how hot he was. It wasn’t just a physical attraction, though. It was like I couldn’t get enough of his company. I kept finding excuses to hang out with him so I could absorb some of his happy glow.
He’d had a hard day at school and he’d come home visibly upset, almost in tears. No one was around so I did something I’d never done before, something I’d been craving to do. I put my arms around him and held him against my chest.
“What can I do to make it better, Jay? Tell me, I’ll do anything,” I’d asked, tilting his head up so I could brush his tears away with my thumbs.
He looked up at me through his eyelashes, with the most serious expression I’d ever seen on his normally smiling face.
“You can stop pretending there’s nothing between us and kiss me already.”
I gasped at his bold statement.
He didn’t wait for me to think of a million reasons it would be wrong for us to kiss. Instead he reared up on his toes and pressed his soft lips to mine.
My entire world shattered in that moment and reformed with Johnny at the center of it. There was never any choice for me other than loving Johnny.
“You have to let me go, Jay. Please, let me go.”
A warm breeze wraps around me and I could almost swear I can smell Johnny’s favorite cologne for a millisecond. And for the first time in so many years a small amount of peace settles over my heart. It’s almost as if Johnny heard my plea and is trying to tell me it’s okay to move on.
“I’ll always love you, Jay. No matter what else ever happens in my life, you will always be the biggest piece of my heart.”
About The Author
I’m an author of m/m and new adult romance. I have a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and soul, and a bit of humor as well.