Marks on my Skin
Love Ink # 1
By- J.A. Howell
Genre- Erotica
Publication Date- March 15th, 2014
Published By- SideStreet Cookie Publishing
Blurb-
**Not for readers under the age of 18+. Contains language,
explicit sex, and adult situations.**
Kieran Donovan has always been a doormat to the women in his
life. Begging his wife not to leave after finding her in bed with not one—but
five men—only provides further proof of that.
In need of an escape from an empty house and a broken heart,
Kieran heads to Midtown to see his estranged brother, Liam. There he meets
Shayne Wickham, Liam’s best friend. Shayne’s dark and sexy with a wild streak a
mile long and a sexual appetite for things Kieran’s never even dreamed of
doing. But after an intense, and all too brief encounter, he’s more than
willing to learn. Despite the usual safeguards Shayne keeps around herself and
her own wounded heart, she finds herself more than willing to show him the
ropes…and the floggers…and the paddles.
Kieran’s never seen himself as dominant in any aspect of his
life. But when Shayne submits herself to him, it ignites an inner strength and
hunger he never knew he had—and feelings Shayne didn’t know she could have. So
used to keeping others at an arm’s length, the ease with which she finds
herself trusting Kieran is both exciting and unsettling. Could Kieran be
someone she could finally trust her heart to—or will he leave her scarred like
everyone else?
Just another mark on her skin.
Excerpt from
the chapter “There’s a Paddle in my Trunk”
Lunch with Kieran had become a daily ritual over the last
couple weeks he’d been in Midtown, and I was finding I rather enjoyed his
company—minus the occasional snarky comment regarding my choice in
extra-curricular activities. Liam had relaxed some, seeing that our
interactions had turned quite platonic for the most part.
“Gino’s again?” I asked as we walked out to my car.
“Sounds good to me.”
I nodded and tossed him my keys. “You can drive Betty today.
My wrists are killing me.”
A playful smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth and I
rolled my eyes. “From tattooing, perv.”
He made himself the picture of innocence, drawing his lips
into a pout and batting his long dark lashes.
“I didn’t say anything.”
I pulled the passenger door open and slid inside so he didn’t
see my smile. “You didn’t have to.”
Kieran let out an indignant grunt, but mischief played
behind those eyes of his and a grin spread across his lips. He pulled out of
the alley and fifteen minutes later we were at Gino’s. We went inside and
Kieran slid into the booth we’d sat at the first time we came here. I slid in
across from him and sat down a little too hard. With a wince, I eased down
against the seat. Kieran took notice, a wide toothy grin crossing his lips.
“Ya alright over there?”
“Yep, just fine.” I answered and flipped open one of the
menus. I refused to give him anymore fuel.
The waitress came, placed our drinks in front of us, and
took our orders. Calzones this time. Kieran gnawed at his bottom lip, gears
turning behind his eyes. Here we go again.
I shifted against the padded bench, winced, and his eyes lit up.
“Arse a little sore?”
“Maybe.” My eyes darted up to him. Two could play this game. Admittedly, I found his attempts to pry
more than entertaining. He grinned at this little morsel and stabbed his straw
in his drink, waggling an eyebrow at me. “Was somebody a naughty girl last
night?”
I took a long sip from my soda, narrowing my eyes at him
speculatively. The minute I answered him, he’d blush and change the subject, I
just knew it. So I answered him. Honestly.
“Yeah, I was. Darren
bent me over his kitchen table and spanked me with a wooden paddle.”
Kieran blinked and his eyes widened a little, but to my
surprise he quickly returned to his former, teasing expression. “Ya really like
getting spanked, don’t ya?”
A trickle of warmth moved through me and I sat up, amused
and somewhat turned on by this bolder side of Kieran. I wondered just how far
he would take it.
“Yeah, I do. I’ve got a paddle in my trunk if you want to go
outside and give it a couple swings.”
Kieran’s eyes went round again and he sucked in a breath—and
soda, which he promptly sputtered across the tabletop. Lucky for him, the
waitress came back with our food, though she frowned at the spray of soda. She
wiped down the table then placed our dishes in front of us and Kieran gave her
an apologetic look. His cheeks flushed and I turned my attention to the hot
calzone on my plate, giving him a chance to recuperate.
“So ya said ya had ta pick up a few things fer the shop?” He
asked, finally looking up from his plate.
I smiled. Of course he
changed the subject.
About the Author-
J.A Howell is an office drone by
day, and a writer by night. Her love of writing took off when she was eleven
years old and decided to fill a composition notebook with stories to read to
her friends. Many years (and notebooks) later, not much has changed. She still
loves writing and sharing her works with others. When she isn’t writing, she
can often be found trying her hand at whatever artistic pursuit strikes her
fancy. J.A. Howell resides in Apopka, FL with her husband and their menagerie
of animal children.
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