Release Date: 01.15.2018
At twenty-six Dorian Gallagher has it all. Money, power, he’s used to 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?
Charlotte (Charlie) Herrick is a free spirit. She drives a big truck, rides a 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?
*Triger Warning- Violence
I've enjoyed this story.
I liked the suspanse,the hot scenes,the hot-tempered heroine who holds her own with the Hero.
Charlie is a great tattoo artist and that plus her fashion sense make her my favorite character.
Dorian is depicted as a playboy at the beginning but I appreciated how he changes when he is sure he wants a committed relationship.
This was the first time I've read these authors and I'm sure it won't be the last.I've liked their writing and their words kept my interest from the first page until the end.
Tomorrow I turn twenty-six. With no one around and nothing to do for the occasion I’ve decided that I’m going to treat myself. After scouring the town of Gatlinburg Connor came across The Den, tattoos and piercings. He went through their custom book and promises me that I’ll be happy with the choice. Of course, the way he says it, makes me wonder just what else is going on.
I toss on my jeans and work boots then a black tank and take out my diamond tunnels replacing them with five silver hoops. Three in the left ear and two in the right. My first hole is a ten gauge, followed by a twelve and then a fourteen. Nothing that they can complain about at the office, no matter what I wear. I put on my rings and gel up my dark brown hair and grabbing my Oakley’s I’m ready to go. First stop is the Mercedes-Benz dealer. My custom ordered 2017 GLS in metallic blue is ready for us to pick up. Now I can say good bye to the town car and be in something I’d actually like driving.
“Connor, you ready?” I holler coming out of my room.
“Aren’t I usually?” He metronomes at me. I like the guy but I swear sometimes he has the personality of a sea slug, but eh, he’s been with the family for more than a decade. He’s loyal and knows his shit. Taught me to fight and to be a gentleman. Not that I ever have much use for either skill. I pat his back and we head for the car and start our journey back into Gatlinburg.
Connor drops me off at the car dealership and takes the car back to the rental place while I finalize the paperwork here. The salesman Dick is excited to show me all the bells nad whistles. Like the built in WIFI, back up cams and Bluetooth radio. I smile and nod while he goes on about things I know all about. I mean I did order the shit, didn’t I? After about fifteen minutes of listening to him rapid fire sell me a SUV I already bought, I’ve had enough.
“Hey, Dick? I got it man, I’m buying it, stop tryin’ so fuckin’ hard.”
“Oh, well I- um…”
“Relax. You’ve got the sale, go smoke or something. Sheesh.”
Dick nods and then asks me to follow him to the back for the finalization. It took long enough. It’s already four fifteen, and I have an appointment to keep.
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 breaks 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 the 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.