They call her America’s Sweetheart.
And me? I’m the so-called “inked god” she dumped on TV.
I’ve tried to forget her. I’ve tried to move on.
Until I discover that her family is opening a new restaurant next to my tattoo parlor.
If I were a gentleman, I’d offer my congratulations and go my own way.
If I were a gentleman, I’d let her be . . . but I’m not.
Savannah Rose may claim I’m nothing more than a friend, but that slight hitch in her breath whenever I get too close says that America’s sweetheart is nothing but a liar.
All it takes is one scorching kiss, and I vow in her ear: “You’re going to beg, Savannah. Beg me to touch you, beg me to give you more, and if you’re real good, maybe I’ll do it all over again before you have to beg for that too.”
I’m no gentleman.
But Savannah Rose? She’s no one’s sweetheart but mine.
Maria Luis is the author of sexy contemporary romances, though she may or may not have a few historical romances hiding in the cobwebs of her computer.
When she’s not writing about strong men and the sassy women who sweep them off their feet, Maria is a historian who specializes in medieval England and 19th century New Orleans. What do the two eras have in common, you ask? Not much, except for disease, scandalous activities and crime–Maria’s favorite topics.
Maria lives in New Orleans with her better half, where she can generally be found hiking with her two dogs, Zeus and Athena, kayaking in Louisiana’s inter-coastal waterways, or curled up on the couch with a good book.
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