Spotlight Post – Permanent Ink by Avon Gale and Piper Vaughn

Spotlight Post – Permanent Ink by Avon Gale and Piper Vaughn

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At twenty-three, Poe Montgomery is going nowhere. He still lives in his father’s basement and spends most of his time tagging with his friends. When an arrest lands him in debt, Poe accepts the front desk job at Permanent Ink, the tattoo shop owned by his father’s best friend, Jericho McAslan. Jericho is nearly twice Poe’s age, but with his ink and prematurely graying hair, he quickly takes the starring role in Poe’s hottest fantasies.

Jericho is known for his ability to transform poorly designed tattoos into works of art, but he was once as aimless and misdirected as Poe. Wanting to pay it forward the way someone once did for him, Jericho makes Poe his apprentice and is determined to keep things strictly professional. Easier said than done when Poe makes his interest—and his daddy kink—abundantly clear.

Jericho can’t resist Poe or their intense chemistry for long. But between the age gap, tension with Poe’s father, and Poe’s best friend calling him a sellout, they’ll need to ensure they’re both on the same page before they can rewrite their rocky start into something permanent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poe made no move to pull his pants up, his fingers tracing his tattoo, his hip bone, and over the waistband of his underwear. “I want you to fix it for me, like I said. When you think I’ve earned it.”
There was a playful heat in his voice, but there was something else too. Respect, and that was— Fuck, it was getting to me, and I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help how hard it got me. He wanted me to fix his tattoo, but instead of asking or demanding or trying to cajole me into doing it, he wanted me to decide when the time was right.
Yeah, I needed him to pull his pants up and go home. It was late, my defenses were down, and Poe looked like a goddamn wet dream with his pants undone and sprawled on a tattoo chair. I could tell by the way he was watching me that he knew exactly how much I wanted him.
“You need to leave,” I said, very carefully. My feet felt like lead, rooted to the floor. I was staring at the bulge I could see growing in his pants, and I had to bite back a groan when his hand drifted down and his fingers lightly traced over the shape of his cock.
Poe half sat on the chair, and for a second I thought he was actually going to listen to me. Relief warred with disappointment, right up until the second he grabbed me by my belt and tugged me forward. “You don’t want that.”
“You don’t know what I want.” That was so obviously a lie.
Poe used my belt as leverage to slide off the chair. He pressed against my cock, grinding his hips. “Then tell me. Tell me and I’ll do it.” He leaned in, mouthing at my neck. “Anything.”
Tell him you want him to pull his pants up and go home.
The words were in my head, I could hear them. See them, like they were words I was going to tattoo on someone’s skin. But they weren’t that permanent, and they faded the second I felt Poe’s hands working my belt buckle.
“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” he said against my throat. “But I know you don’t want me to.”
He was such a cocky little shit. The thing that got me so hot, though, was knowing he was doing it so I’d put him in his place. I reached up and let myself tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging his head away. He blinked his hazy, lust-glazed eyes at me and bit his bottom lip.
Goddamn it. I groaned and yanked him in close, kissing him hotly. He kissed me back, clearly eager, his body shaking a little against mine. For some reason, feeling that faint trembling was what pushed me right over the edge into bad-decision land.
Well, that and Poe’s hand, which was trying to slide down my pants.
I grabbed his wrists and forced his arms to his sides, and I heard the frustrated noise he made against my mouth. “You want to know what I want, is that it? Then you shut up and listen, and do what I tell you.”
“Y-yeah,” Poe moaned, breath caught. He stared up at me with obvious anticipation, and any thought I had about ending this went right out the window.
“Get on your knees.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Avon Gale

 

Avon Gale was once the mayor on Foursquare of Jazzercise and Lollicup, which should tell you all you need to know about her as a person. She likes road trips, rock concerts, drinking Kentucky bourbon and yelling at hockey. She’s a displaced southerner living in a liberal midwestern college town, and she never gets tired of people and their stories—either real or the ones she makes up in her head.

Avon is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan at Handspun Literary Agency.

 

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Piper Vaughn

 

Piper Vaughn wrote her first love story at eleven and never looked back. Since then, she’s known that writing in some form was exactly what she wanted to do. A reader at the core, Piper loves nothing more than getting lost in a great book—fantasy, young adult, romance, sci-fi, she loves them all (and has a three-thousand-book library to prove it!).

As a bisexual and Latinx person, Piper takes great pride in her heritage. She grew up in an ethnically diverse neighborhood and strives to put faces and characters of every ethnicity in her stories, so her fictional worlds are as colorful as the real one. Above all, she believes that everyone needs a little true love in their life … even if it’s only in a book.

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