Shay Baynes is a wanted woman: by the police for a double murder, by two rival suitors, and by the evil specter that haunts her dreams.
It’s her twenty-first birthday and she finally feels like she’s in charge, out on her own and about to hit it big with a new comic series. The ink’s not even dry on her breakout first issue but even Shay’s twisted imagination can’t predict what will happen when the fine line between reality and nightmare is crossed…
She walked away once from the men who want to control her and now they’re back. But can she break away from them and the specter who walks right off the pages of her comic committing gruesome murders.
INK: Fine Lines is a New Adult Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
**This book contains adult language and situations**
What Early Reviewers Have To Say:
“I couldn’t read fast enough to find out what was going to happen next.” ~Amy G.
“Roccaforte is focused on witty dialogue and uniquely personal narration. I smiled through a lot of the caustic dialogue.” ~ Author – Nicholas Wilson***Warning this book contains adult language and situations.
He didn’t respond, only looks back at me with a look of yearning. I walk over to him and throw my arms around him. “That is by far the dumbest thing anyone has ever done.” It dawns on me that Eli didn’t go to Brown University for undergrad because I wasn’t done in high school, and this realization was just too much. Tears well up in the corners of my eyes, and I pull back from our hug to see his raised brows topping off his befuddled expression. “And the sweetest thing any man has ever done for a woman.”
I find myself trapped in the intensity of his gaze. My hands slide around his neck. Reaching up on my tiptoes I meet his lips with a soft, gentle kiss, let it linger. All of my senses come to life. His hands move to my waist, tugging me closer into him as if to make me aware of the growth of his monument to manhood. And oh my, is it growing.
His heart is beating so hard it’s audible. I feel in his slow, aching kiss that he is burning inside for me. Our kiss grows into something deeper, more passionate. A dam of emotion bursts in me, forcing me to realize how much I’ve missed him in all of his imperfect glory.
My hands wander wildly down his neck, then chest. I unbutton his shirt, one button at a time, pressing my hand against his skin to know his heart is mine. He brings his hand up to mine, tangling our fingers. He pulls back breathless, to look into my eyes, searching for something in them.
“Shay,” he whispers, barely audible.
Caught in his gaze, I bite down on my bottom lip. I don’t want him to stop. “Don’t say anything sensible right now.” I just want him to take me. Throw all caution to the wind, let me touch him and love him like we are the only two people in the world. Being this close to Eli has awakened something that has long been dormant. A rushing heat rakes over me in the wake of his hungry gaze.
“We should –” He stops mid-sentence as his expression changes from serious to mischievous in a split second.
I answer in the form of another enduring kiss. My fingers run through his thick hair and soak in the passion we have at this moment. He whispers my name again. “Yes?” It comes out only as a breath in his ear. “We should what?” I say, gently biting his ear. I’m still lost in him, pressed hard against his body. His warmth is telling me that everything is right. I lead him by the hand toward the bedroom.
He follows, being dragged for a step before moving in quickly to lift me in his arms. Crashing against my lips, he smothers me with hungry kisses as he carries me into the bedroom. He lays me carefully down on the bed. His muscles are rippling under his unbuttoned shirt, the glory of his finely chiseled body peeking out, taunting me to rake my hands over him. His hair is brushing against his eyes, unruly from me running my fingers through it.
He lies down beside me, his fingers ambling along my belly, lifting my shirt, our lips never parting. He whispers, “Shay, I love you.”
His voice sends an incredible heat dancing down my spine and through my body. I feel so overwhelmed with emotion, and it isn’t just the heat between us. I really do love Eli.
His hand slides around, unhooking my bra and then pulling my skirt down over my hips in one smooth motion, leaving me only in my black lace panties. His eyes devour my form, his hands gently tracing the contours of my waist, down over my hip. He gives my undies a gentle tug and looks up at me as if asking for permission. His ocean blue eyes are intense and bedeviled with wanting, begging for my approval.
My fingertips glide down his chest to just below his belly button, running along the inside band of his boxers. I undo his pants. He releases an involuntary moan in my ear while my hand slides downward. I smile from the inside out. The passion that has been held hostage deep within me is released. I haven’t experienced desire like this for months, and now I am completely consumed by my need to be with him. “God, I missed you.” I hold his stare for a moment, lost in him.
Bella’s motto has always been that you can choose to watch life pass you by or your can be the one spinning the world. You have to get out and live, life won’t come to you!
Bella has always seen thing in the world with a different view and has been an avid story-teller. She is enjoying putting her crazy musings into print for others to enjoy.
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