Under His Skin
S.I. Hayes and J. Haney
Contemporary Romance with a twist of Suspense
fast cars and faster women. He gets what he wants when he wants it.
Being put in charge of the build for the Gallagher family’s newest
theme park has dropped him in Tennessee. Bored out of his mind he
decides to go get some new ink and finds himself face to face with a
beautiful woman who doesn’t know his famous last name. Can he charm
this dark beauty, or will she just stick him and run?
motorcycle and carries a gun. All while dancing around in the layers
of tulle that make up her usual cheek baring tutus. Her life was
hers. Until she meets Dorian Gallagher, now she doesn’t know which
way is up and life has become something more than just the shop,
fishin’ and moonshine. He says he’s just here for the year, so
she convinces herself it’s just a fling. Can she stay true to her
convictions or will this Amusement Park Prince finally get his princess?
Ten to five and we’re pulling in to the parking lot of the strip mall that houses The Den. We’re about to make a right hand turn when out of nowhere a cherry red Ford F-450 Superduty cuts in front of us! “Fucking asshole!” I scream as Connor slams the brakes and my shoulder gets pulled. Fuck that shit hurts.
The truck just keeps going like they didn’t even see us. I watch as it parks while Connor is looking for a space. Out hops this tiny brunette wearing a fucking tutu! “What the fuck is wrong with people? Have they all lost their ever lovin’ minds?” I shake my head and Connor just laughs parking us.
“Let’s go Mister Sunshine and rainbows.” He urges me to get out of the SUV and I do, heading straight for the tattoo shop.
Walking inside I look around. It’s well-lit and smells clean. That’s a good start then I look over toward the desk and see the back end of a chick, bent down going through her purse. That wouldn’t be an issue except this chickie well she just so happens to be wearing boots and a tutu.
“Are you fucking serious?” I whisper to Connor who just shrugs and pushes me forward. “Aghem.” I clear my throat annoyed. “You know you should really watch where you put that cherry popper of yours.”
She bounces up to look at me. “Excuse me?” She asks.
“I would, but there’s really no excusing lousy driving. You damn near ran us into the meridian in the parking lot.” I point outside. “Missed hitting us by like a breath.”
She looks around, there are two guys sitting with their feet up in the back. She shrugs. “Oops.”
My blood is beginning to boil when I feel Connor grab my forearm.
“She’s the best in town, do you really want to piss her off and have to go to some mediocre joint down the road?”
I grind my teeth as Connor steps up.
“Charlie, wasn’t it?” He purrs. “We are here for you to work, please excuse Mister Gallagher, he’s a… Passionate man.”
“Let me go grab the sketch and see if that’s what he wants.”
Connor nods and I just stand there with my arms crossed. After a couple minutes, she reappears with a large sheet of paper, on it is my Celtic tree of life with the DNA symbol running through the root structure. I take it from her and examine it.
“Yeah, this works.” I answer back looking her over. Her hair is dark, and obviously long as she has it tied up and it’s falling every which way, Florescent pink strands popping out here and there. Her skin is nicely tanned and her eyes are green. A sharp contrast to the black that lines them. Her lips are painted deep purple which makes the silver ball in her labret pop and her ears are gauged, like mine, only larger, with open tunnels and rings threaded through. She’s cute, and tattooed, all five feet two inches of her.
“Did ya fil out your paper work?”
I reach in to my pocket and pull out the need materials. “Sure did. Now am I paying all upfront or per session? I know different parlors have different policies and I didn’t see the answer to that in the fine print.”
“That depends on you, if you want to pay it all up front, pay upfront; if you want to pay per session, by all means pay per session.”
“Alright, what are we looking at for the total?”
“I’d say based on the coverage, and time it’s going to take, six-fifty even.”
I nod and pull out my wallet, I had figured on a grand or more. Boy was she lowballing. Eh, whatever if she didn’t know what it was worth that’s not my problem, only my gain. I count out the money and hand it to her. “Alright, I’m ready when you are.”
She folds it down, shoving it in her tits and with a wave of her hand motions me toward the back.
Haney was born and raised in Kentucky, currently residing in Greenup
County, Kentucky with her family, where she is the proud mamma to
Jessalyn Kristine and co-owner to Proud Momma Designs, which she runs
with her amazing Momma. J. Haney’s work tends to lean toward sweet
and sexy, with suspenseful undertones giving her readers something to
hold onto. It’s what she calls Real Life Romance.
Running around Connecticut, she used all of her family and friends as
inspiration for her many novels. When not writing Paranormal Drama or
Erotic Romance she can be found drawing one of many fabulous book
covers or teasers, to see them check out her web site.
friends, their split dynamics and views on life, family and love in
general led to the idea of A County Fair Romance and A Sex,
Drugs and Rock Romance adding to it Working Class Beauties
and soon Kincaid Falls. Along with various Standalone novels.
So, keep your eyes open and a fresh pair of panties close by, you
know just in case.
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