Lauren's in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate HR job, she's just inherited Wicked Brand, a struggling West Palm Beach tattoo parlor
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Doomed didn't begin to describe her predicament.
Frantically, Lauren Simms dug through her purse, grabbed her phone, and took a deep breath at the notification on the screen. One missed call; one voicemail message. Her hands shook. "Please, let this be it." She begged as she'd never done before. "Please."
When she'd been sixteen, she would have prayed for a boy to call and ask her on a date. Any boy, as long as he didn't mind that she was painfully shy, only mildly pretty, and indisputably full-figured. Definitely not a guy magnet.
At twenty-seven, Lauren no longer hoped for everlasting romance and men. Now, she needed cold hard cash. Specifically, a job. After being laid off from her human resources position, she'd sent out hundreds of resumes and snagged a few interviews. During them, those HR professionals had grilled her harder than the Senate did a radical nominee for the Supreme Court.
Not one of those companies had wanted to hire her. She'd been unemployed for nearly six months and was about to run out of benefits, a measly two hundred bucks a week.
That small sum was beginning to seem like a million.
Sweat ran down her neck. Her Honda was warmer than a sauna thanks to the muggy Florida weather. She would have sold her soul to turn on the air conditioner, but that ate up too much gas. Perspiring badly, she held her breath and checked her voicemail.
An automated message came on. "Do you need affordable healthcare and dental insurance?"
She held back an oath, deleted the robocall, and checked her email. The messages were from useless job boards advertising the same crappy positions. None from people who'd interviewed her.
She slumped in her seat. In another few months, she'd blow through her meager severance and tiny 401(k) to make her car, condo, and utility payments that would come due again in a few days. That wasn't the worst. She had nearly seventy thousand dollars in student loans that she also had to pay on time. Loans she'd eagerly taken out in order to have a solid and practical career in human resources.
No lender had warned Lauren that her company would outsource her job as they had everyone else's.
She bit her lip and considered her final option. She'd tried to ignore it, tried to ignore him, but it was getting harder and harder every day she didn't get a job.
The attorney's letter stuck out of her purse. Its contents taunted her. She'd received the notification weeks ago that she'd come into an inheritance from Frank. Technically, he was her father.
She'd last seen him when she was five, before he'd so cruelly abandoned her.
The car vents blew humid air that ruffled the papers. Lauren had purposely avoided them as she would have done with him, afraid both would rip open a hurtful wound she'd fought long and hard to heal.
However, being in debt and without work hadn't given her much choice as far as contacting the attorney.
After making her wait five minutes, he'd come on the line. "Your dad left his business to you."
She couldn't have been more surprised that Frank owned a company, but even more startling was that he'd actually remembered her. Once her shock drained away, she'd steeled herself for the worst, not wanting to feel anything for him. Not like when she'd been his little girl, and he'd been her whole world. Only he could read her a bedtime story as she liked, making her laugh at the funny voices he used for the fairy-tale characters. There wasn't anything he didn't know or couldn't do. Most importantly, he was as predictable as the sun rising each day ... until he wasn't. There'd been no warning. He simply kissed her good-bye, as he always did when he left for work, and vanished.
In the early days of his disappearance, she'd bolted to the front window upon hearing a car or footsteps, knowing he'd come back. The walkway was always empty. Like most children, she'd blamed herself for his absence, knowing she'd failed him somehow. She hadn't been a good girl. She'd cried countless tears until she grew old enough to realize she couldn't have done anything to have convinced him to stay, which made her feel even more powerless and unworthy. At last, she accepted reality for what it was. He'd made his decision concerning her a long time ago. She'd be as brutally indifferent as he'd been.
His disinterest in her had lasted twenty-two years.
She managed her hard-nose attitude for two seconds and then asked the attorney what had happened. "I'm not being nosy. It's really none of my business. However, I ... well ... that is ... you see, I was wondering ... How did he go? You know, pass away. What happened?"
"Heart attack. From what I understand, it was mercifully quick and relatively painless."
Spoken like someone who hadn't died.
Seamlessly, he got to the point. "His life insurance paid for the taxes, staff salaries, and other expenses for the next several months."
Sounded nice until the time ended. "After that?" "Uh, well, I suppose with proper management, the business could generate a modest profit."
Or it could suck her deeper into debt. She'd told the attorney to sell it. Sounding delighted, he detailed his outrageous fee to handle the transaction. Money he'd get whether the sale went through or not.
Lauren was short on hope, not brains. Not liking the odds he'd proposed, she'd told him to forget it and would find a buyer herself. Right after she checked the place out, which her father had named Wicked Brand. A freaking tattoo parlor. What had he been thinking, leaving it to her, Ms. Practicality?
She wasn't surprised he hadn't considered the problem it would create for her as to whether she'd want to deal with a failing business, especially one that was so far from what she would ever be interested in. Of course, he hadn't known that or anything else about her, had he? Even after all these years, that part of dear old Dad hadn't changed.
Lauren had. She wasn't a lonely, frightened kid any longer. She was a desperate adult and had to make a fast decision on this. It would be foolish to wait too long. She didn't know anything about tattoos, much less managing a tattoo shop. Selling it might take a while, and she was running out of time. Especially in her precarious employment situation.
She'd interviewed earlier today. While she had been inside the conference room, answering a barrage of questions about what she'd been doing during her unemployment, three more candidates had shown up, looking self-assured and nearly bored, because they probably still had jobs.
Time to get on with her life and trying to turn it around. She'd managed before and had to hang onto hope, which was all she had left. Too bad it didn't pay the bills. She left her hot vehicle and wilted at the heat that was worse without the car fan blowing on her. It was only May but already in the mid-eighties with punishing humidity. Dingy clouds blanketed the sky. A few tourists milled about, their complexions ruddy from sunburns or the steamy air.
Lauren double-checked the attorney's letter for the parlor address. It was only fifteen miles or so from where she'd grown up and lived now. Frank had been so close all this time ... yet still so very far away. This area of West Palm Beach was known as Northwood Village, a historic area with hip watering holes, ethnic restaurants, and funky shops. Storefronts boasted neon-colored facades: fuchsia, coral, yellow, and lime green. Bamboo chairs with bright blue and pink cushions invited patrons to take a load off.
An artist had set up her easel on the sidewalk. Sweating worse than a disgraced politician, the woman painted away and smiled at the casually dressed people who passed. A few passersby flicked their attention to Lauren's navy business suit, white blouse, and sensible heels, which oddly enough made them glance away. In this world of tees, shorts, and flip-flops, it could be they were afraid she was selling religion.
She checked the numbers over the doors and trudged down the surprisingly lovely walkway. Tropical plants and flowers in riotous colors fluttered in the sultry breeze. Lauren slowed at a Jamaican restaurant. Heavenly garlic, beef, and curry chicken scents floated past. Her stomach rumbled.
A departing patron opened the door. Reggae music and laughter poured out.
Those inside for lunch were young. Months ago, she might have gone in there, enjoyed a meal, and had a good time even if it was by herself.
She wouldn't do that today, tomorrow, or who knew for how long into the future. For the time being, she was counting pennies. She continued on and then stopped abruptly. Across the street stood a detached building painted bright red with black lightning bolts zigzagging across it. Waxy green plants surrounded the structure. A mural of a young woman wearing teeny-tiny cutoffs, a tank top that dipped low in back, and with her glistening raven hair pushed to one side graced the front door. Emblazoned across her shoulders was a tattoo that read Wicked Brand.
A bold sign ... but surprisingly unique and artistic.
Lauren didn't know if Frank had painted that or even if he'd been an artist.
She stepped closer.
A young woman exited the parlor. She looked to be in her late teens, wore an outfit remarkably similar to the young woman in the mural, and had a Barbie doll build. Huge breasts, no hips, impossibly long legs. Her features were lovely and Latina, possibly Cuban, her auburn hair worn in a ponytail. Her youthful skin was tawny, most likely from the sun, and bore no tattoos. Unless the scant clothes she wore hid them.
She jogged down the street. Her low-top sneakers slapped the pavement.
Lauren envied the young woman's energy and figure. Maybe she'd paid for her boob job by posing for the mural. Those babies couldn't be real. Upon reaching the front door, Lauren warned herself not to expect too much from the inside. Possibly crappy furniture like you'd find in an auto repair shop, along with biker types: shaved heads, tattoos to spare, low-slung jeans, crude language, and weapons.
She should have let the attorney handle this.
Before she chickened out, she slipped inside and lost her breath as the cold air washed over her. Few things in life felt as nice as the chilly temperature in here. Latin music pumped from the sound system, its beat strong and sensuous, though not loud. More like the volume you'd hear in a high-class restaurant. The black tile floor sparkled with cleanliness, as did everything else, the air bearing a faint cinnamon scent. Three black leather sofas were to the right in the spacious front area. Photos of tattoos hung on the stark white walls, along with various tees and posters for sale. Everything in order and surprisingly nice.
No one was behind the glass-and-chrome front counter displaying ornate belt buckles for sale. Other than her, the place appeared deserted. It was always possible the young woman who'd just left worked here, maybe as the cashier, and had stepped out for her break ... without leaving a sign that said she'd be back soon and failing to lock the front door.
Little wonder this place was barely hanging on.
The photos drew Lauren as a train wreck would. She touched her throat. Someone had tattooed a man's tongue with Michelangelo's Creation of Adam. The details were incredible and weird yet strangely beautiful.
A woman had her eyelids tattooed with large, cartoon-like irises. Even with her eyes closed, she seemed to stare.
Lauren edged away from that creepy picture and stopped at a tattoo of a monster's head on a man's groin. The guy's amazingly long cock was inked to look like the monster's tongue. She leaned closer and sucked in a breath. Even his balls had tats on them.
She didn't want to know how much that must have hurt.
A door shut inside the parlor, and she spun around, surprised to see a guy striding down the hall, his attention on the clipboard he held. Okay, so someone else was here.
She guessed him to be in his early thirties, a mountain of a man, possibly six-three, no fat on his hard body, only smooth, bronze skin and slabs of muscle.
Her mouth watered.
He wore faded jeans and a gray sleeveless tee. His bulging biceps sported tats. The one on his right arm was a band of thorns. The design on his left arm had a tribal look about it, possibly Celtic — a series of thick black swirls that intertwined.
Lauren pressed her toes into her shoes to keep from swaying or edging closer.
His hair was shoulder length, like a pirate's, and a dark brown color. Those thick, silky locks encouraged her to ease the strands from his gorgeous face. Masculine. Decidedly Latino. Virile to the extreme. Even though it was barely two o'clock, he already had a five o'clock shadow and more testosterone pumping through him than the law should have allowed.
She bet he was uninhibited. Alpha to the core.
And not for her. Guys like him wanted goddesses.
Lauren backed up. Her shoes tapped in time to the Spanish music flowing from the sound system.
He halted and lifted his face, his dark brown eyes meeting hers.
Her bones went soft.
He smiled easily and confidently. "Hey."
Lauren's belly fluttered at his deep, rich baritone.
Noting her office wear, he put the clipboard on the front counter and approached, his stride smooth and assured.
His fragrance surrounded her. Something clean and citrusy, reminiscent of summer days, an ocean breeze, and sun baking naked skin.
She locked her knees to keep her balance and tried not to stare at his impressive Adam's apple, luscious mouth, and full, kissable lips.
He hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. "Did you lose your way?"
With him, any woman would. Not only was he beautiful but intelligence burned in his eyes and reflected in his surprisingly educated speech. "I'm sorry, what?"
He regarded her suit and heels. "Are you looking for another shop?"
Surprise registered on his face. "You're here for a tat?"
The ones on his biceps fascinated her. They were beyond hot, straight into epic. "Not exactly."
He nodded. His hair swayed over his broad shoulders. "A piercing?"
"Are you here for a piercing?" He gestured to another wall filled with pictures. His biceps flexed.
Lauren wanted to touch them, feel their strength and heat.
"You can see what we offer in those photos. We also have binders of what we've done for past clients to give you an idea of what you might like."
For someone who prided herself on her no-nonsense professionalism, she was having a hard time not drooling over his freaking arms. What was wrong with her? She knew better than to lust after a guy like him. That path only led to her nursing a humiliating rejection at best and a broken heart at worst. She tore her gaze from his biceps and looked at the photos he was showing her. "Do people really get their tongues tattooed?"
He grinned, showing perfect teeth. "You bet."
He shrugged good-naturedly. "Why not?"
He wasn't the least bit uptight. How Lauren envied that. "Have you?"
"Have I what?"
"Had your tongue tattooed? Or are the ones on your arms the only ones you have?"
His smile broadened. He spoke conspiratorially. "I have another, though not on my tongue."
She hoped he hadn't inked his balls and cock. His equipment had to be as awesome as the rest of him. No way could anyone improve on nature's perfection.
He regarded her thoughtfully, his gaze warming her in places she hadn't thought about in far too long. Easily, he took in her short blond hair, her clothes, and her features, including the small mole near her mouth. There, he lingered. A faint smile touched his lips.
Lauren's throat and cheeks grew hot. With his approving gaze, too much desire rushed through her, making it difficult to breathe.
He flushed, too. "Let me get those binders so you can look through them."
"No, don't. Please. That's not why I'm here."
His dark eyebrows lifted. "You're selling something?" He glanced at her purse and looked around her, possibly for an organization caddy stuffed with her product line.
"Uh no. I'm here to take over."
He looked lost. "As in what?"
"This place." She gestured to the parlor. "I own this business and everything in it, including you."
His eyes widened.
Oh. My. God. Had she really just told him she owned him? If her face heated any more, it would burst into flames. She hadn't meant to say that last part, and by the look on his face, he was just as surprised as she was. She might be a control freak and a micromanager, but even she knew that no woman owned a hottie like him. When it came to hunks, no woman, not even a wife, had full possession of them. Men like him had too many options, including countless females who wanted carnal attention and were willing to do whatever it took to get it.
Excerpted from "Wicked Takeover"
Copyright © 2017 Tina Donahue.
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I love it. It is a great book. I will keep reading your book Tina Donahue. Please keep writing.
Wicked Takeover is a fun read but a little repetitive. Thought the story itself was good but the telling of it was a bit disjointed. Overall I liked it. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
So hot! Loved Dante.
Received an ARC for my fair review for netgalley. Well, did not enjoy it, however the writing was good so I could not give it less stars. We could have really had a great story, and the character could have been developed more if the author would have given them time to get to know each other than just hitting the sheets.
Lauren has lost her corporate job and now is going to sell the tattoo parlor which she inherited for some much needed cash. When she meets tattooist Dante, he sees much more than what is standing in front of him. As for Lauren the poor girl can hardly form sentences upon seeing Dante…even if she is there to sell the place. I loved the storyline between these two. This was a little, flirty read that left you feeling oh, so good. I received this book as an ARC from NetGalley for a free and honest review.
3.5**** Seriously have a fan, cold shower, or fire extinguisher near while reading this book. This book had such a sensual feel to me, could have been the music and his Spanish words (if only Dante spoke more in Spanish). But I loved his temperament, so calm easy go lucky, until the sexy times. Then he was deliciously wicked and definitely brought out Lauren's inner sexy siren. She was a little submissive, enjoying his dominance, but then in the next breath she took over. They were a great pair together. I loved the ending and her out of control talking. Put a smile on my face and laughter coming out. I enjoyed Jasmina and Van Gogh as their co-workers and would love more for them. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
This is a fast paced read with steamy chemistry and off the charts hot sex. The story is fast paced and I really liked the characters. I really liked it!
the wicked brand series kicks off with wicked takeover, where lauren and dante develop a thrilling sex connection and a relationship worth fighting for. if only either of them had the guts to actually express what they want clearly. they're actually really good at doing that in the bedroom, or not the bedroom, because most of the time they're having sex in public or semi-public places. it's kind of their thing. but they are both on the same page and clearly hot for each other. the problem is that when it comes about talking about what they really want for the future, they both think that the other person isn't in for the long haul. and there is literally a scene where they are arguing about their future and are totally talking at cross purposes. it's actually kind of funny and once they both realize that they are being ridiculous it all ends well. this was an enjoyable, sexy read. the chemistry between dante and lauren is strong. and i liked that dante was latino, and appreciated how the author brought his latino heritage into the story, i think he was supposed to be cuban, but to me it seemed like there was some blurring between puerto rican and cuban. it was clear to me that the author was not latina, and did her best to research the cuisine and such, but some of her descriptions were slightly off and the spanish phrases had clearly been crafted with google translate and not a native spanish speaker because they were just not right. this is a pet peeve of mine actually, and hopefully, there were corrections made before the galley went to press, but given that i see poorly worded spanish in published novels all the time, i'm not really holding my breath. **wicked takeover will publish on august 7, 2017. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (scorched) in exchange for my honest review.
If you are one who loves dual POVs, hot sexy men with tats, naked sexy time, steamy moments, & even some laughter too, this is the book for you! I am new to Tina Donahue's writing ...so I will be curious what to read next. I didn't feel at a lost jumping into this read, without any back story ... and all that jazz. Gorgeous cover that is totally what pulled me in. Such a great read! I was given the chance to read this through NetGalley, for my honest opinion and thoughts. It held my interest and made me wonder where she would take this story? My favorite character was Van Gogh. Great read. I do look forward to seeing more from this author in the near future. ( ;
This had a lot of sex but that's it. The sex isn't steamy or hot, after a while I was over it. I wanted Dante to be alpha but it was weak. His thoughts and voice were very feminine and really odd when he described or thought of his physical need for sex. Lauren was typical I'm not pretty, I'm fat and yet he tosses her over his shoulder to carry her off to have sex, so I'm thinking she's what a size 6 maybe 8 (a true fatty). After that I could care less about her complaints about her size. The other characters were Ok, but the story was boring not even the sex made it interesting. Sorry.
I voluntarily received and ARC of Wicked Takeover via Net Galley for an honest review. I am not sure what I was expecting but what I got were a lot of sex and very little story. I was disappointed, to say the least. The characters were great and could’ve been a lot more if more time was spent on character and relationship building. I felt there wasn’t enough time on building the sexual tension and they jumped into bed way too quickly. I am no prude and love erotica, yet this story just didn’t do it for me. I found myself skipping over those scenes, which was a good portion of the book. I felt like they didn’t contribute to the story or the characters. Wicked Takeover wasn’t for me and really could have been a lot better. I am giving it Two Boundless Stars.
I know this is an erotic romance and the steam is important but I still want more of a story to go along with the sex. The writing is good and the story could have been great but it fell short for me. The characters are interesting especially some of the secondary ones however Lauren and her insecurities are annoying. Thankfully Dante is one dominating hottie. This story has a touch of humor, lots of lies and secrets, and definitely lots of orgasms!
Author Tina Donahue scored major points with Wicked Takeover. She managed to hide an empowering message inside a sensual delight. With Dante and Lauren, Ms. Donahue sets to building a legacy of positivity. Lauren and Dante are different, but yet the same. He's a tattoo artist, with an eye for beauty and a body full of art. She's an insecure sweetheart with body image issues and a beautiful soul. Both are outsiders, searching for a place to belong. The beauty of Wicked Takeover is that once the sexy scenarios are cleared away, the underlying message still stands. True beauty shines from within and that's a message that never gets old.
Wicked Takeover by Tina Donahue Wicked Brand #1 Great introduction to a new series! Lauren has lost her job, has no family and has inherited a tattoo parlor from a father she has not seen in over 20 years. She has wanted nothing to do with her father but the possibility that the shop might bring income to her depleted accounts is something she cannot ignore. So, off she goes to check out Wicked Brand. Dante, Van Gogh and Jasmina are the people manning the shop. Van Gogh is a young artist that is able to create masterpieces on skin or off but he is a quiet soul who no doubt has an interesting backstory we do not hear in this book – I do want to hear it. Jasmina is also young, in college and beautiful within and without – I look forward to hearing her love story in the future. Dante is older and almost a father figure to the two younger employees. He is in charge, the manager, deals with just about everything, is paternal in some ways to the younger two and a whole lot more than a tattoo artist – he knew Lauren’s father and has a huge family – one brother joins the tattoo team at the end of this book so my guess is that he will have a book of his own in the future. As for this story – it is about family and what is truly important in life – is it money or is there more than money that is of greater importance. Well, Lauren is feeling the need for money and Dante is on the other side of that thought so the two bump heads sometimes. Lauren has body image issues and Dante thinks her body is fine – more than fine, in fact. The two spend a lot of time thinking steamy thoughts then eventually acting some of them out. They hit a bump in the road – related to the money – and do manage to work it out to provide a HEA by the end of the book. I liked the story and would like to thank NetGalley and Entangled Scorched for the ARC – I am eager to read book two in the series – this is my honest review. 4 Stars