Title: Marking Her (Marked #1)
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Erotica/ Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 17th 2013
Rating: 3.5 Stars
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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.
“When’s my next appointment?” I asked my receptionist Janice while
making my way
around the front counter. I’d just walked out Lance’s crush and wanted
the day to be over.
“You have one more, Talan. Esther is due in twenty.”
“Fuck, I forgot about her.” My body slumped against the counter. The
boys and I were
hoping for the evening to be slow, allowing us an early night.
“That’s why I’m here, handsome. To serve you in any way you need,”
Janice purred, and
I sighed as I flipped open my laptop and logged in. I’d made the
mistake of wetting my dick in
her a few months back when she first came through my door. Afterward, she
became jealous and
clingy, wanting more than I was willing to give.
The only reason she was still there was because she had bigger balls
than the other two
fuckers that worked there. Janice could handle the leers, gestures, and
jokes like a pro, but fuck
with her inventory or dirty my shop, and she will rip you a new one.
“Janice, cut that shit out,” I demanded before storming off toward the
back and into my
sanctuary. The guys all laughed when I walked by. I flipped them the
bird and continued on into
my room.
An hour had passed since I’d asked Janice if I was clear and there was
still no sign of
Esther. It was the usual for her. The woman would be late to her own
funeral, but this was a new
one for her.
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.”
Bitty huffed, but I saw no real annoyance in her expression.
“Talan, can we have a word please?” Janice butt-in, again. If this
chick didn’t leave soon
she was going to find herself without a job.
“No, and for fuck’s sake—go home.”
“But,” she whined and gave me a ridiculous pout. The two other girls in
the room
laughed. Janice didn’t appreciate this and turned her icy glare on
them.
“Come on, Es, seems the big, bad, tatt boy has his hands full,” Bitty
cooed with a sexy
giggle and pulled a nosy Esther behind her. The two walked off, down
toward the room with my
name on the door. They walked in, and while Esther went to strip, Bitty
closed the door.
Her eyes—those damn cat-like grey eyes—set on mine, blazing with
amusement while
she winked then pushed the door closed.
“What the fuck was that?” Janice hissed once they were both out of
earshot. “You should
have a little more—”
“Get out,” I said through gritted teeth.
Janice’s jaw jutted forward in defiance. “Are you into that little
girl?”
I pointed toward the door. “Out and quit pushing . . . you’re walking a
fine line.”
Hurt flickered in her eyes. “Talan, I—”
“Go home, Janice. Go home before
I fucking lose the last bit of patience I have today
and kick you out permanently.”
This was a short book filled with a lot of sexually tension. Talan owns
his Tattoo shop and does not do relationships. That is until Maya,
Bitty, walks into his shop. There is instant attraction and sexual
tension between the two. There is an age difference between them, he is
34 and she is 20 although a very mature 20, but this doesn't seem to
bother wither of them. Unlike his other "relations" he wants to take
things slow with Maya, a little too slow in her eyes. Talan wants to
mark Maya in more than one way. When they both finally give in it's
pretty darn HOT.
I enjoyed both of the main characters and
the supporting characters, which we got a little glimpse into their
lives and stories. There is a little drama and some jealousy, including a
crazy ex employee, who I have a feeling we will see more in the
follow-up book.
Overall I really enjoyed the book.
The story has a lot of potential and I'm interested in where the author
is going to take it. I flew through the pages in one sitting. The author
has a great flow in her writing, and the story kept me interested
throughout. However there is somewhat of a cliffhanger and there will be
at least one more book. Talan and the reader are kind of left hanging
at the end. I will definitely be reading Marking Him and look forward to
it.
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.
Website: http://houseofmalfunction.com
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