The Christmas Tattoo
The Christmas Tattoo -
blurb
When sexy red-head Bradie Clements comes home from Washington
to nurse a broken heart and build bridges with her estranged father, she’s
certainly not on the lookout for romance. After catching her boyfriend Kris in
bed with her best friend and boss, all she wants to do is run and hide. But a
chance encounter with local tattoo artist Colton Bassett leads to an unexpected
appointment with his needle. Even though it’s cold outside, the temperature
rises to boiling point as the two discover an irresistible attraction. But then
Kris arrives on the scene to claim her back in time for his family Christmas
and Bradie starts to remember what she saw in him. Tormented by jealousy and
suspicion over Colton’s pregnant business partner, Bradie starts to wonder if
her new romance is over before it’s begun...
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Excerpt 3
He
pulled her into his arms and then his mouth found hers with an urgent
kiss. He needed this as much as she did,
and the thought made Bradie want him even more.
Desire flared up through her body as his tongue parted her lips and
found its way into her mouth as they staggered back against the plan
chest. With her hands, Bradie could feel
his heart pounding under the thin cotton of his t-shirt; she wanted to rip it
off and feel the heat of his skin as well.
Somehow,
without breaking the kiss, Colt led her to his bedroom, his hands sliding
across her back in a way that made her suddenly breathless. He sat her on the edge of his unmade double
bed and knelt in front of her.
“This
is weird, Bradie, but it’s like we’re somehow picking up where we left off all
those years ago.”
Bradie
nodded. Her eyes were drawn to his lips;
red and bee-stung from kissing and she wanted to taste them some more.
“Not
weird,” she said. “Good.”
“I
need to see you naked,” said Colt.
The
longing in his voice and his eyes was palpable, and it was matched by the
insistent thrumming of her own pulse and the heat building on her skin.
Again
she nodded and Colt’s hands gently lifted the bottom edge of her sweater. She raised her arms above her head to allow
him to peel it off and was instantly rewarded with his sharp intake of
breath. She’d had no reason to put on
her prettiest lace bra that morning, but she did and now it was definitely
having the desired effect. Sweater
tossed aside and Colt’s hands went straight to her breasts. His eyes were wide as he ever so gently
pushed the lace aside to liberate them and then, with a soft groan, his mouth
came forward to claim one. Bradie’s
insides flipped and she sank back on her elbows on the bed, spreading her legs
wide so Colt could lean in forwards against her. Her nipples pebbled, one under the hot
rasping pressure of Colt’s tongue, one caught in the cool grasp of his finger
and thumb. Her hands raked through his
hair and she felt primed to take what Colt could give her, what she desperately
needed from him.
Colt’s
teeth suddenly nipped her other nipple, making her gasp, and then she felt his
hands at the top of her jeans.
“Are
you sure you want this?” he whispered.
“Because if we go any further, I won’t be able to stop.”
His
voice cracked a little and Bradie sat up to bring her mouth to his. As she kissed him she spoke through it.
“More
than anything, Colt. I want you more
than anything.”
His
hands came to the side of her face and he deepened the kiss, plundering her
mouth with his tongue, pushing it as far back as he could, exploring her teeth
and twisting it against her own tongue.
Bradie pulled up his t-shirt and laid her hands on his chest. His nipples hardened under her touch and then
she let her hands slide down the ridges of his firm abs.
“Now,
Colt,” she urged. “Don’t make me wait.”
In
a desperate scrabble, Colt’s t-shirt and jeans, and her own jeans, panties,
boots and socks were all cast aside. At
last they were naked and as Bradie lay back on the bed, Colt swooped down on
top of her. Feeling the warmth of his
skin along the whole length of her body gave her an electric shock and in the
half-light bleeding through the door from the living room, she could make out
the dark shadows of his tattoos. She
couldn’t ever remember being this turned on or needy with Kris but she pushed
the thought from her mind and started to kiss the base of Colt’s neck.
His
hands slid up and down her body, cupping her breasts and stroking the soft
curve of her stomach. As they brushed
the narrow strip of hair leading down between her legs, she let her teeth find
purchase on Colt’s shoulder. He grunted
and pulled her tight against him; she felt for the first time the firm pressure
of his erection against her thigh.
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Tamsin Flowers
Tamsin
Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the
tail/tale and a sense of fun. In the words of one reviewer, 'Ms Flowers
has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.'
Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies and she is now
graduating to novellas, for publishers including Cleis Press, Xcite Books,
Secret Cravings and Totally Bound. This year, she entered NaNoWriMo, with the
intention of penning her magnum opus in the very near future. In the
meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten
stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you
can find out more about her at Tamsin's Superotica or Tamsin Flowers.
