Fictional Candy: Come on in and meet Eli from Ink Slapped! (A.M. Jones)

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Come on in and meet Eli from Ink Slapped! (A.M. Jones)

Ink Slapped

A.M. Jones

The heart wants what the heart wants—a concept that free-spirited author T.M. Dabney, never understood until she laid eyes on her new cover model, Eli.

Eli Gregor, a struggling musician and mechanic, thinks he knows the true meaning of heartbreak—that is until he accepts a business venture with the alluring Taylor Dabney. With her help, he pieces his life back together when his dreams dangle within reach and once again everything falls apart. And his success comes with a price he doesn’t want to pay.

Caught between better judgment and desire, they find themselves at a crossroads—should they make the best decision for their careers or give in to their undeniable connection?

A torrid tale that weaves humor, drama, and sexual tension, Ink Slapped will leave you reeling and wanting more.

Hey everyone! So all this week different blogs have been sharing different characters with you from Ink Slapped. How cool is that?! Today I'm lucky enough to share Eli with you! Hope you enjoy!

He lies there, staring at the ceiling as his breathing returns to normal in his afterglow. A pained look crosses his face and he rubs his hand—the one he wasn’t using—down it before dragging it through his hair. When he sits up, I slowly back away and leave. Maybe I’ll go fix myself up now that I know what the real thing looks like. My imagination is awesome, but it did not do Eli any kind of justice.

I only get so far out the shop door when I see Crockett. I hurry forward, shaking my head and watching the grease-stained gravel crunch under my boots. “Taylor?”

“I gotta go, Crockett. Call me later.”

“Why are you all red-faced?” His own lights up as his mind makes assumptions. “You naughty girl!”

“Shh!” But my pleading isn’t heard. We both turn as the shop door opens behind us. Eli steps out—unfortunately, but fortunately at the same time—fully clothed and his hair is back to half-way up and out of his face. He goes rigid when he sees me. I’m sure my face couldn’t get any redder.

“Naughty. Both of you! Sneaks. Getting some birthday nookie? How long has this been going on?” Crockett waves his finger between us. “I have writing to do,” he mocks me in a high-pitched voice.

“It’s not what you think.” I wish I’d drop dead right here. “I left my phone.” I explain to Eli and when I look at him, he’s grinning from ear to ear. The heat coming from his hooded gaze sears me to the spot.

“You don’t say? It probably got shoved into the cushions of the couch.” The implications don’t go unnoticed. Fresh heat pumps through my cheeks with a vengeance. I’m busted.

Crockett gasps. “You cheeky fuckers. I knew it.”

Author A.M. Jones is a hopeless romantic with a lewd mind. She resides in Tennessee and writes about anything that strikes her inspiration and creativity. Her strength in characterization makes realistic elements of humor, angst, and drama jump from the page and into your soul. Ms. Jones’ other half has published books in dark fantasy and continues to do so.

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