Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“I thought we were cool now. I was over last month for a barbeque,” Wes reminds him.
“Probably because he had his eyes on you and you weren't alone with his wife.” Lux points two fingers at herself and then to Wes. Of course Lux is on Cooper’s side. Poor Wes. “I think I’ll leave you all to it. Bastian and I will handle dinner.” She hugs both Cooper and me before she heads out.
“Why are you here? If you say something about piercing your—”
“Tattoo!” I shout before he can finish.
“Whoa. I don’t have a death wish.” Wes takes two steps back.
“I thought I was getting a tattoo,” he says. I shrug.
“We’ve talked about it, but you’ve never done it. I thought I’d do it.” I bite my lip, looking down at the floor.
“Baby. I’ve only been waiting for you to draw something up.” He steps into me, his finger coming to my chin to make me look up at him.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He brushes a strand of my hair out of my face.
“I’ve drawn something up. With our little ones’ names on it too. It will go right here.” I put my hand on his chest.
“Then let's do it.” He puts his hand over mine.
“Just like that?”
“Just like that,” he responds with a warm smile.
“I’m still getting mine. Your name here.” I point to my hip. His nose flares, and I don’t know if he’s turned on or mad.
“Before anyone dies, can I show you my idea?” Wes cuts in. We both swing our gaze to him. “Shelly!” he shouts.
“Yo.” My mouth drops when Shelly O’Neal comes walking down the hallway. She slides up next to Wes. He wraps an arm around her.
“Holy shit,” I say.
“About time he got his own woman,” Cooper mumbles under his breath. I elbow him in the side.
“I thought Shelly here could do your tattoo and I’ll do Cooper’s.”
“Really!?” Shelly O’Neal isn’t just a tattoo artist, she’s an incredible artist too. Her work is pretty famous.
“For sure. I actually have one of your paintings at my condo back home. Now I get to give you one of mine.” This is beyond cool.
They set us up and start inking us together and I hold Cooper's hand. I’m already getting turned on thinking about his name being branded into my skin and my name marking him too.
“Fuck me,” Cooper growls when he sees my tattoo. I know from the look in his eyes he’s turned on. I lick my lips.
“Maybe we should stay at the studio,” I suggest as we head out of the tattoo shop. I kept the apartment upstairs. We’ve used it a few times for guests, and I keep things up there for the kiddos too. Then there are times like this.
I let out a squeal as he lifts me off my feet and carries me down the street. We hear a few laughs and cheers, making me blush. I don’t care, though. Cooper is mine, and I want everyone to know it.
* * *
THE END
Big City Crush
Luca Cross invests in land and sells when the price is hot. His days are filled with one city after another while trying to live his best life in between. Going to his sister’s wedding was supposed to be one of those fun times – a well-earned break between business deals. What actually happened changed everything.
Selma Starnes was killing herself for a job she hated until she finally said enough. After seeing her brother Bastian give it all up for the woman he loved, she knew her life needed to change. Their wedding was supposed to be the perfect day…but fate had other plans.
Warning: Did they eat wedding cake and fall madly in love? That’s the only logical explanation! Grab Book 3 in the Pink Springs Series and find out just how hard this playboy falls!
Chapter One
Selma
“What’s your poison?” the bartender at the wedding reception asks with a smirk. He’s got a nice smile with full lips and perfectly straight teeth. Everything about him is put together, and I bet he gets laid all the damn time at these weddings. It must be like fish in a barrel for him.
“Can you make a good old-fashioned?” That charming smile of his only grows bigger, and it’s irritating me.
“I do everything good, sweetheart.” He winks before he starts to make my drink, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t tell him I’m not his sweetheart.
I turn around so he doesn’t see me roll my eyes as I lean up against the bar. He did enough staring down the front of my dress for one night. I love my new sister-in-law Lux, so that's why I’m keeping my mouth shut about this bridesmaid dress. Strapless is damn hard when you have a chest as big as mine. I’ve always worn clothes to hide my boobs, especially when working with a bunch of old men with grabby hands and lingering eyes. I only recently convinced Lux that I like her, because I know I can be a bit standoffish. So when it came to the style of the dress, I kept my mouth sealed, knowing I could handle it for one night.