Beauty is more than skin-deepâ€¦
Tattoo artist Raven Smith is blunt and hard, broken and jaded, dark and beautiful. While she doesnâ€™t hide her painful past, she does keep a wall around her heart. Sheâ€™s free sexuallyâ€”but no one gets to the real Raven beneath the prickly exterior.
With a voice like smoke, Jonah Warner is a smooth-talking, highly successful attorney, with a body that should never be hidden by a suit. Heâ€™s the kind of man who never takes no for an answer and always gets what he wants. And what he wants is Raven. Sheâ€™s a survivor, and he finds that incredibly alluring.
Jonah gets under her skin in a way Raven has never experienced. He makes her break all her rulesâ€”including her no-monogamy rule.
But when a figure from Ravenâ€™s past shows up at the tattoo parlor and drops a bomb into her life, their relationship will face the ultimate challengeâ€¦
â€śSo Levi tells me youâ€™re a tattoo artist.â€ť
Jonah Warner was beyond hot. He was on-fire sexy. Like panties on fire. Raven looked him over, imagining him naked. Imagining him over her, under her, whatever. Just naked and doing something sexy with her would do just fine.
He had a voice like smoke. Like caramel and other things made with heavy cream and possibly deep fried. He was whatever things that were a thousand calories that you ordered anyway because you had to consume them.
â€śI do okay.â€ť
He looked her over with slow perusal. As if he was wondering what she looked like naked too. Which was absolutely fine with her.
One corner of his mouth lifted and she licked her lips, imagining his taste.
â€śYou do more than okay.â€ť He held a hand out. â€śIâ€™m Jonah Warner. Leviâ€™s brother. I know weâ€™ve seen each other in passing at various events but I donâ€™t think weâ€™ve formally met. Iâ€™d have remembered.â€ť
She took the hand and he slid a thumb over her wrist as he shook it.
He made her all tingly in the absolute best way. She wanted a bite of this man. Maybe a whole mouthful.
â€śDid you do Erinâ€™s ink?â€ť He tipped his chin toward where Erin stood with her brother Adrian.
â€śNope. Thatâ€™s all Brody Brown. I do okay. Heâ€™s a genius. But Iâ€™m hotter.â€ť
Jonah laughed then and she had to fight the urge to step closer. Anywhere but this party and she might not have resisted. But sheâ€™d promised Erin to try her hardest to remember her manners.
â€śYou are most assuredly hotter. Heâ€™s not my type at all.â€ť
â€śThank god for that. If you were gay Iâ€™d be very disappointed.â€ť
She nodded. â€śI mean, itâ€™d be nice if a gal could watch. But the loss of such a stunning specimen would make womankind very sad.â€ť
He cocked his head, leaning back against the wall. â€śBrody recommended you actually. For ink. I have a project.â€ť
â€śWhat are you thinking of?â€ť
â€śWould you like a drink?â€ť
She shrugged. â€śSure.â€ť
He took her elbow and steered her to the small bar. The party was in honor of Mary Whaley and her new fiancĂ©, Damien. Heâ€™d asked her to marry him in front of a crowd of tens of thousands and sheâ€™d said yes.
A mutual friend, Gillian, was hosting and had invited Raven. Anyone else and she may have said no. She wasnâ€™t much for engagement parties. But it was impossible to say no to Gillian so Raven didnâ€™t try.
She liked the way he handled her. He didn’t ask, but he gave her a moment and some space to pull away. But once she didnâ€™t he took over.
He looked her up and down as they waited for the bartender.
â€śPear martini for the lady. Sidecar for me.â€ť He slid some bills into the tip cup and handed her martini once it was finished.
â€śInteresting that youâ€™d assume I wanted this.â€ť
He tapped his glass to hers as he steered her away. â€śI had one earlier. Itâ€™s strong and yet fragile. It occurred to me that it was a lot like you.â€ť
â€śYou donâ€™t know me well enough to make that assumption.â€ť He held a chair out and she sat.
â€śI donâ€™t know you well enough to know what sort of sushi you like. But a drink is another thing entirely. Itâ€™s good, yes?â€ť
Oh this one. He had trouble written all over him. Bossy. Dominant. She would normally have thrown her drink in his face and walked away from a man like him. But there she sat, sipping a really delicious martini.
â€śTell me about your ink.â€ť
â€śI want a full back piece. A wolf.â€ť
â€śWhy?â€ť Sheâ€™d done a dozen wolves. If he wanted a full back piece, it should mean something or he should realize that if it didnâ€™t heâ€™d be stuck with something that meant nothing to him for the rest of his life. A small tattoo you could cover up or even get removed. But she was a big believer in full disclosure about the commitment one made with a tattoo of that size.
â€śWhy do you want to know?â€ť
â€śA back piece will take a lot of time. Some pain. Money. And itâ€™ll be on your skin forever. Partly I want to know because itâ€™ll be important in my design. For instance, do you want a Norse style wolf? A Celtic style wolf? Pacific Northwest Native American? A face in tight? A wolf moving or running? In a pack? Are there other elements you want in it? How do you envision it sitting on your skin? Also, this is a big permanent thing. Sometimes people think it doesnâ€™t matter if the tat has no meaning and for some people that might be true. But a tat thatâ€™s that big? I like to make sure people understand that a tattoo isnâ€™t like a pair of pants or hair color. You canâ€™t just change something the size of a full back piece.â€ť She shrugged.
He raised a brow. â€śI understand. This is your profession so naturally I wondered why you wanted to know. How long have you been doing tattoos?â€ť
â€śSince I was nineteen.â€ť
â€śSo for what? Four years?â€ť
She laughed. â€śYouâ€™re so full of it. You know how hot you are, you donâ€™t need the bullshit to get some tail.â€ť
â€śYouâ€™re a beautiful woman. Is that better?â€ť
â€śWolves symbolize things I believe are important. Loyalty. Honor. Protection. As for style, would it be possible to have you give me a few ideas to choose from?â€ť
â€śYes. I can show you some of my work. I have a portfolio.â€ť
â€śAll right. You come highly recommended but it canâ€™t hurt to see your work. Do you do house calls?â€ť
â€śWould you like to have a drink with me? At my place. After you show me your portfolio that is.â€ť
â€śIs the drink contingent on the portfolio?â€ť
â€śNo. Iâ€™d want to have a drink with you either way.â€ť
He was blunt. She liked blunt a great deal. She was bad at reading people and being coy. It took more energy than she normally had. Definitely more skill.
â€śAll right.â€ť She pushed her phone his way. â€śPut your number in there and Iâ€™ll call to schedule something.â€ť
He leaned across, placing a hand over hers. â€śWhat are you doing tonight after this?â€ť
A rush of heat blew through her.
â€śIâ€™m busy.â€ť She was. Sheâ€™d promised Erin sheâ€™d come over to see Alexander and as that sweet little boy owned part of her heart, she wouldnâ€™t even consider bailing, not even for a super hot turn in between the sheets with Jonah Warner.
â€śHm.â€ť He sat back looking her over. He took her phone and put his information in it, grabbing hers at the same time.
She got the feeling he thought she was playing a game. And if that was the case he could suck it. She didnâ€™t play games. They were useless and a waste of her precious time. If she liked a person and wanted to pursue something physical she said so. And she had.
â€śCall me when you get the chance and weâ€™ll set something up.â€ť He handed her the phone and she tucked it into her bag.
He started to say more, leaning in again, but Gillian tapped a glass and began speaking so they turned their attention to her.
â€śMary is the first person I met when I moved here back when Miles was a tiny baby. She and her family took me under their wing from the start. Little treats, homemade baby food, that sort of thing would show up. She has been a very dear friend since the start. Jules, Daisy and I are so thrilled to host this party because no one deserves happiness more than Mary Whaley, who has taken care of us all for years. So even though Damien has taken her away and spirited her down to Oregon for most of every month, weâ€™ll allow him to have her because he makes her so happy.â€ť
Jules put an arm around Mary. â€śTo Mary and Damien.â€ť
Raven raised her glass and drank. She liked Mary well enough. She made Gillian happy, and that was important. She was good to Poppy, Gillian and Adrianâ€™s baby daughter as well.
Raven didnâ€™t have many people sheâ€™d give a kidney to. But Gillian was one of them. And because Gillian loved Mary, that was more than enough reason to raise her glass and mean it.
They milled around and Erin caught her eye. Wanting to go home, Raven knew, to Alexander.
She turned back to Jonah. â€śIt was a pleasure to meet you, Jonah. Iâ€™ve got to go now.â€ť
He stood, walking with her to where Erin stood with Todd and Ben, both her men. One her legal husband, the other the husband of her and Toddâ€™s heart. Theyâ€™d both loosened up around her, especially when they could tell how much she loved their son.
â€śI need to get my bag, Iâ€™ll be right back.â€ť
Erin went with her, leaning in to speak quietly. â€śHoly crap, Leviâ€™s brother is so freaking hot. You gonna nail him?â€ť
Raven rolled her eyes at Erin. â€śYou got two dudes of your own to nail, why the prurient interest in my knickers?â€ť
â€śBe quiet about that. Heâ€™s hot. Naturally Iâ€™ll need every last filthy detail.â€ť
â€śHe wants me to do some ink. Thereâ€™s chemistry. Chances areâ€”if heâ€™s luckyâ€”there will be filthy nailing to tell you about like youâ€™re my pimp.â€ť
Erin laughed. â€śI just want to check in on Poppy before we leave. Miles said sheâ€™s popping a tooth.â€ť
Poppy Brown was clearly her fatherâ€™s daughter. She had the Brown ebullience. Always freaking happy. Always making noise or music. She lit up when someone she loved came into view.
So when they came around the corner to find Miles, Gillian and Adrianâ€™s now sixteen year old son holding his sister, who held his cheeks, patting them as she babbled, her little face lit even brighter when she saw her aunt and Raven.
She held her arms out and Miles frowned, loath to give her up.
â€śOnce Aunt Erin has her, Iâ€™ll never get her back.â€ť
Raven swooped in and took her instead.
â€śHey Pop, whatâ€™s shakin?â€ť
Poppy gave her a gummy grin, grabbing a fistful of Ravenâ€™s hair. â€śOh I see your tooth.â€ť
Erin crowded in. â€śThere it is. You have a chomper, Ms. P. Whatcha going to eat with it? A steak?â€ť
Poppy gave a gusty laugh as she kicked her legs.
â€śI should have known youâ€™d be in here with the baby.â€ť Gillian came in. She moved to Miles, putting an arm around him. â€śHello to you, my biggest child. Mary says sheâ€™s put a tote full of food in the fridge for you.â€ť
â€śAwesome.â€ť He kissed Poppyâ€™s head and ran off.
â€śIâ€™m chopped liver to the food goddess and the baby.â€ť
Raven snorted. â€śYes, thatâ€™s so obvious. No one loves you, Gillian. You may as well eat worms.â€ť Sheâ€™d had to explain that line to Gillian back when theyâ€™d first met.
â€śGive me that baby. Iâ€™m her aunt.â€ť
â€śFine. Jeez. Iâ€™ll see you later, Pop.â€ť Raven kissed Poppyâ€™s head and handed her to Erin, who immediately began to dance around and sing to her.
â€śIâ€™m so glad you came tonight.â€ť Gillian smiled. â€śI donâ€™t like it when youâ€™re gone for so long.â€ť
Raven had been in Los Angeles and then stopped off in Honolulu for a while. She liked to roam. But she had people to return to in Seattle and found herself there more and more these days. She used to be gone for six months at a time and now she limited it to no more than a month.
â€śIâ€™ll be around for a while. Brody is down two people so Iâ€™ll be there for the next foreseeable future anyway.â€ť
Gillian smiled. â€śGood.â€ť
She shrugged, not always sure what to do with that sort of positive attention.
But Gillian got it. Much like Erin did. Gillian was an outsider. Had been for most of her life. She never pressed or got up in Ravenâ€™s face about anything. That sort of acceptance wasâ€¦it was startling and it filled something inside.
â€śYou know youâ€™re welcome to come back any time to see Poppy. And me of course.â€ť
â€śAll right. Iâ€™ll call you.â€ť
Gillian took Ravenâ€™s hand and gave it a squeeze. â€śSee that you do.â€ť
â€śWeâ€™ve got to get going. Alexander knows Raven is coming over to give him a bath and read him a story. Heâ€™ll be mad if weâ€™re late.â€ť
Gillianâ€™s mouth tipped up into a grin. â€śEveryoneâ€™s so afraid of you. But they donâ€™t know that underneath that bitchy exterior is all marshmallow.â€ť
â€śAll that post partum stuff has made you goofy. That and your prolonged exposure to the Browns.â€ť
Erin handed Poppy back to her mother.Â â€śHasnâ€™t done that to you.â€ť
â€śMy bitchiness is bone deep. Even you people canâ€™t change that.â€ť
Erin linked her arm through Ravenâ€™s. â€śLetâ€™s go.â€ť
â€śThank you both for coming. Weâ€™ll walk you out.â€ť
Adrian had been talking with Todd and Ben and the ever-so-delicious Jonah. But when he caught sight of his wife and daughter, his entire demeanor changed. Raven had to admitâ€”to herself anywayâ€”that having Poppy had changed him nearly as much as being with Gillian. Heâ€™d softened, even toward Raven.
â€śIâ€™ll meet you all back at the house.â€ť Raven nodded at Erin, who waved.Â She turned and nearly bumped into Jonah.
â€śDonâ€™t forget to call me.â€ť
She smiled. â€śI wonâ€™t.â€ť
She put an extra bit of sway into her walk as she left. Didnâ€™t hurt to show him what he wouldnâ€™t be having that night.