Miami HeatTL Reeve
A trip to Miami for a blind
date—what could go wrong?
Violet Wilson is a book lover at
heart. As a librarian she loves her job and quite frankly no one else, from her
prospective, could do it better. The only downside for being such a voracious
reader, she has a high expectation of men.
Violet needs to let her hair down,
embrace life and have fun—something her best friend Kate is willing to help her
with. After an afternoon lunch with her best friend, she is handed a plane
ticket and a hotel reservation to Miami. However, there is a catch…her date.
Roman Carpino isn’t looking for
love. He has his tattoo parlor, his friends and several different women
whenever he needs or wants a companion. To him, his life is golden. But, given
the chance to take a vacation on his friend’s dime, he relents. What he isn't
expecting however, is his date, Violet.
With a weekend to spend together,
will they find what each desires most--or will a friendly gesture damage two
lives forever?
Excerpt:
“Roman.” She sighed. “You did this
on purpose?”
He grinned. “What?”
“You purposely dressed like a god so
I would drool all over you.” She swallowed hard, and her gaze caressed his arms
and chest. Fuck, he’d never get used to or tired of the way she stared at him.
“I had to prove my statement last
night. You love looking at me, and what better way for you to do it than while
on a date with me?” He shrugged.
“I’ll be staring at you all day,
that’s for sure.” She glanced at his arms and narrowed her eyes. “Are those
old-school Universal Studios monster tattoos?” She blushed. “I mean, they’re
cool and all. My parents really loved old black-and-white monster flicks. I,
however, enjoyed reading about monsters. You know, Universal really bastardized
Frankenstein. I’m sure Mary Shelley
was rolling over in her grave.”
“Unless she figured out a way to be
regenerated.”
Violet rolled her eyes, and he
smiled. Actually he was impressed she knew his ink, even if her cover was weak.
He loved old black-and-white horror movies. Bela Lugosi was his favorite actor.
The range it took to go from Dracula to The Wolfman was insane. So, he’d gone
into his shop and showed his buddy what he wanted done. He’d kept it all
black-and-white with some shadowing. In the foreground of the work of art sat a
mini graveyard with the moon shining high above, casting a silvery glow over
the cemetery. Then, behind tombstones, the different characters were added in.
The only color on the whole tattoo, which went from his shoulder to his wrist,
was in Dracula’s cape. The completed process had taken three sittings and over
ten hours. “Yeah. Do you like it?”
“Duh.” She grinned. “From far away I
never knew what it was. I mean, I always saw the red strip in it but never got
up the nerve to ask. What’s on your other arm?”
“Jason and the Argonauts.”
“Seriously?” She grabbed his hand,
and a zing of electricity shot up his arm. Her soft gasp let him know she felt
it too. “Sorry. I shouldn’t just grab at you.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He walked
into her room and closed the door behind him. “Okay, now take your fill of the
tattoos.”
Violet did just that. Her fingertips traced each line, each
detail as though she was engraving them into her memory. She glanced up at him.
Awe and desire glittered in her violet gaze. “You are a mysterious man,” she
whispered.
About the author:
TL Reeve, a multi-published author with Cobblestone
Press, Decadent Publishing, Evernight Publishing and Loose-Id, was born out of
a love of family and a bond that became unbreakable. Living in the south, TL
misses Los Angeles and will one day return to the beaches of Southern
California to ride the waves at Huntington Beach. When not writing something
hot and sexy, TL can be found curled up with a good book, or working on
homework with a cute little pixie.
