Book One in the Dirty Love Series
Cover Photo by Darren Birks
Front Cover Model: Khandace Charest
Cover Design: KLa Boutique
**Warning** Suggested for 18 and over. Contains BDSM and explicit sex scenes. May also contain triggers.
Brielle Tyler is a twenty-five year old college student, trying to find her place in the world.
Hudson Knox is a thirty year old tattoo artist who has been building up his tattoo shop, Dirty Ink.
Brielle’s long term boyfriend breaks up with her and she finds herself going to a tattoo shop to break free of her good girl shell.
Once Hudson inks Brielle’s skin in his shop, he can’t stop thinking about the fiery raven haired beauty.
A chance encounter a week later, throws Hudson and Brielle together for the ride of their lives.
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Walking with her towards the door, I see a few of the women do double takes, and a few of the men check her ass out.…
As much as I want to kill any mother fucker who goes near her, I know I have to be fair since the women stare at me too.
“You know, everywhere you go, you get women staring at you like you’re the answer to their prayers,” she says, wrapping her arm around my waist and pulling me closer.
“Mmm I love when you get a little jealous baby girl,” I murmur against her hair.
“You won’t like it when I have to go all ghetto white girl on their asses for getting too close to you,” she huffs out.
“It might turn me on,” I reply.
Her head snaps towards me, and she gets a strange look on her face.
“You wouldn’t get mad if I went off on some girl who was hitting on you?”
I shake my head no, and her mouth drops open, “Really?”
“No, I wouldn’t. I’d think it’s sexy as fuck that my girl only wanted my attention on her, and would do anything to make that happen. Now I’m not saying start shit with every woman, but pick your battles.”
She nods her head, and I stop and look for the car from my parking lot earlier. Walking her over to her car, I open her car door, and help her inside. But before I close the door, she pulls me in for one last kiss.
“Are you the jealous type?” she mumbles against my lips.
“Yeah baby, so I suggest you start dressing like a nun, unless you want to see me go bat shit on the next man who thinks about touching what’s mine.”
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