Damage Control

Meet the Damage Control boys - set in the world of the best-selling series Inked Brotherhood. There's me: Micah Owens. Tattoo artist at Damage Control. No parents or siblings. A past that still gives me nightmares. And then there's her: Evangeline, the girl who saved my life and haunts my more pleasant dreams. Only she doesn't know who I really am, and telling her might well send her fleeing for the hills. She deserves better than a loser like me. She's pretty. She's clever. She's goddamn sexy and has a heart of gold. Which is why I can't tell her. A smile from her and I'll do all I can to make her mine - including pretending to be someone I'm not, someone worth having. Isn't love weird? Note: This is a stand-alone novel. No cliff-hanger. Warning: This audiobook contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature listeners only. Not intended for young listeners.

Emma is super pretty, super smart, and super rich. So WHY is she kidnapping the billionaire she just bought in the bachelor auction? Thirteen years before Emma Dumas bought me in a bachelor auction to teach me a lesson, she stole my heart down on Key West. I fell so hard for this girl, I made all the promises. Only with Emma, I really meant them. And then I disappeared. But it wasn't my fault. Let's just call my reason "Family Business". I'd tell you what that business is, but then I'd have to kill you. Just kidding. I can't tell you what my family business is because it's so secret, even I don't know. My point is...I didn't ghost. It was a weird twist of circumstances. And OK, yes. I did hook up with pretty much every girl on the island that week. But after I met Emma, I was ruined. She's the only one I wanted. It's been 13 years. I'm a changed man. I STILL want her. I have ALWAYS wanted her. But it's kind of hard to tell her that with a gag in my mouth and a hood over my head. Jesse features a bachelor auction gone wrong, four smart ladies who botch a crazy revenge kidnapping, a fancy power dream date with fast cars, private jets, and expensive yachts, lots of ex-sex, and a happily ever after that proves...sometimes the best man for the job is a woman. Includes a special bonus note from the author.

Life is a b*tch. Keeps screwing me over, and I take blow after blow, sucking it up, giving her the finger. Don't get me wrong: I love women. Especially one woman - Madeline. She's gorgeous, she's sexy, she's goddamn perfect. Plus - minor detail - she has a boyfriend already. Not that she'd want anything to do with the likes of me. Apprentice tattoo artist, former homeless person, covered in ink, without a penny to my name. And sort of cursed. I mean, I'd be lucky to run into a girl, any girl, on my way in and out of hospitals with the way life has been knocking me about lately. But I'm not lucky. Never was. Doesn't look like that's gonna change any day soon, either. Until the day the girl of my dreams literally runs into me. With her car. Life hates me, and if this isn't a clue, then I don't know what is. Stand-alone novel. No cliff-hanger. Warning: This book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature listeners only. Not intended for young listeners.

Once upon a time, my life was good. I had a family, I had a girlfriend, and hopes for the future. That was long ago, but I remember it. A hazy dream of what could have been. That's gone now. I lost it all. Life f--ked me over, and now I'm scared of my own damn shadow. I'm training to be a tattoo artist, but I bet I'm not good enough. I have a roof over my head, but every morning I'm scared shitless that I'll find myself on the street again - or worse, back in prison. And every time a pretty girl looks at me, every single f--king time, I know I can't be with her. Not only because she'll find out I'm an ex-con and run the other way, no. It's more than that. I just can't. The thought of anyone touching me, the thought of getting aroused from that touch brings back every damn nightmare from my past to swallow me whole. Can't f--king do it. Not even if it's the prettiest girl on earth - Cassie. With her long blond hair and her pretty tits, her short skirts and high heels, she's all my fantasies rolled into one. See, the fact she kissed one of my buddies? That's good. The fact she looks at me like I'm a bug under her shoe? Even better. Because it means she's not interested in getting hot and sweaty with me and that I can keep living that fantasy. The fantasy that she wants to be with me as much as I want to be with her - even though I know it will never happen. Warning: If you have issues hearing about abuse (physical or mental) then please DO NOT listen to this book. 18+ for sexual content, language, and violence.