Lovey Dovey Day

Oh Valentines Day. How I despise thee. I am a happily married woman but the whole idea of Valentines day just seems stupid to me. It is probably because I am in retail and everything is way overdone. Or it might be the fact that I always have to work on it so there is no point in me celebrating it.

BUT it means I can share a bit of my book, Rex with you because that is a steamy, lovey dovey valentines-esque day book.

I have talked about Rex earlier and there has been quite an improvement in my downloads. It is now up to 300. Woo! That means 300+ people have read my book. Exciting! It does have some pretty intense scenes that probably aren't appropriate to put on this blog because of age restrictions and whatnot so I will post one that isn't too sexy. If too sexy is even a thing.

Now Rex is about a woman who has lost her husband. Years later she still can't quite get into a relationship. She relapses the death of her husband and brings unnecessary drama. She ends up finding Rex, a tattoo artist, and they immediately hit it off. But Rex has some secrets she doesn't know about. When she finds out these secrets, will she still be in love with him?

My hands roamed across his chest and under his shirt, pulling it up and off of him. It fell lightly to the ground and I caught his eyes looking at me. They were stormy, gray and blue clouding together. My body was full of shivers and want. I wanted him to touch me, to please me and to never stop. I could see his muscles beneath his sheer skin. I touched his chest, tracing the tattoos that surrounded it. There was a heart broken in two with vines coming from the center. A skull next to that with roses around the base. A word in elegant cursive much like my own, but it was in a different language so I couldn’t figure out what it was. There were stars and tribal looking shapes covering the top left of his chest and onto his arm. A large ship was spread across his other arm. The waves seemed life like, wind in the sails of the ship and a cannon on the side. An elaborate masquerade mask spread the space in between the two other large tattoos on his chest. The mask had one eyeball colored black and the rest had a intricate design surrounding it.

He had stopped kissing me and looked down at my fragile hands on his tattoos. “What is your favorite?” He asked me in a hoarse voice. I looked up at him and back at his tattoos. I traced my fingers around the snarls of colors. Vivid purples, dark stormy blues and neon greens filled the once pale chest. My brows knotted and then I stopped on the ship. “That was my first tattoo. I just had it touched up which is why it is so colorful now.”

“Why did you get it?” I asked quietly. It was so elegant and detailed. From each small line in the mast to each sail made it look so lifelike.

“For my father. He was in the Navy.” I smiled up and him and he leaned down slowly. “Each tattoo has a meaning.” He whispered against my lips before kissing me again. He pulled me up into his arms and we made our way to his bed once again.

Oh, I love Rex. He is just amazing haha. Don't forget, you can get the full copy of my book here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/400455
Please make sure to leave reviews and send it to your friends! Who can go wrong with this steamy, lovey dovey book on Valentines day? I mean come on!
& Happy Valentines Day to my readers. To those who think it is a holiday. Hope you all have a wonderful night.

-Clementine