Enzo
Jinx Tattoos Book 1
By Shyla Colt
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: January 29, 2016
Neglected,
abandoned by a heroin-addicted mother, and placed in foster care at ten, Enzo
Jordan has learned one thing…love hurts. At thirty-five, he has a successful
tattoo shop and his choice of women. The one-night stands are getting old, and
the love he holds for his best friend, Aibhlinn is impossible to hide. When the
attraction between them reaches a boiling point, he's forced to choose between
facing his fears and walking away.
Aibhlinn Leahy has
been in love with her best friend for years. The Irish-born comic book artist
has poured time, energy, and love into the wounded man. His choice to walk away
breaks her heart but frees her to explore a new future.
Life is a cruel and
amazing thing. An abandoned baby brings the two back together, and they’re forced
to examine the love that has long existed between them. This is a story of
pain, scars, and fear. We all have demons to battle. The real decision is who's
in control…us or them?
Aibhlinn nodded,
and they walked outside to the back. Enzo softly closed the door behind them
and she spun, instantly on the attack.
“That’s how you see
us? That’s our end game? You walking away? I’m so easy to leave behind?”
“No,” he held out
his hands, palms up. “That’s not what the painting says.”
“Then please
explain.”
“It’s what has to
happen to keep me from hurting you.”
“Am I not hurting
now, Enzo?” She seethed.
“Not like you could
be,” he whispered.
“You fucking
coward,” She said stalking forward to stand inches from his face. “If you don’t
want me, can’t love me, tell me that.”
“It’s never been a
question of love. God, Aibhlinn you must know I’m in love with you.”
His words stole the
breath from her lungs. She blinked and swayed.
“Whoa,” he wrapped
his arms around her, and she leaned against his chest.
“What did you just
say?” She croaked.
“I love you. I’m in
love with you. I have been for years. I tried so hard to keep it to myself, so
I didn’t ruin what we have.”
She couldn’t stop
the tears that fell from her eyes. “Why wouldn’t’ you say something before
now?”
“Because it doesn’t
matter, Aibhlinn,” he whispered.
“What?” She pulled
away. “It’s everything.”
“No.” He ran his
fingers through her hair, bringing his fingers to her scalp where he began a
massage. She shivered. “I wish it did. You’re beautiful. I always wanted to
touch you like this.”
“Then touch me,”
She whispered.
“Just this once,
Aib,” he whispered moving in to brush her lips with his. Tendrils of pleasure
burst through her body like fireworks. They both moaned as their mouths were
fused. They’d given in to hunger long denied. Teeth knocked, tongues clashed.
She savored every moment. He cupped her ass, and she moaned, pressing closer
against him. “So sweet,” he whispered.
She slow-blinked as
the world changed its perspective. He lifted her up and out of instinct, she
wrapped her limbs around him. He pressed her against the wall, and they
continued to eat at each other’s mouths. It was heaven. Everything she’d
dreamed of and more. The boy who’d kissed her had become a man and skilled with
his tongue. He rolled his hips, and she whimpered. He’s good with other things
too. The friction of his jeans against her soaked underwear had her moving with
him. Heat flooded her face and collar bones. Her head spun.
“That’s it let it
go for me, baby,” he whispered. His words thrust her over the edge, she arched
her back and cried out. He swallowed her noises, keeping the passionate
exchange a secret between them. Shaking she clung to him as he eased her legs
to the ground and buried his face into her neck. “Never doubt I love you,
Aibhlinn. I just don’t know how to be in a relationship. They scare the hell
out of me. What we have is the closest I’ve ever come to commitment. The
thought of fucking up and breaking your heart has haunted me for years.” He
placed a kiss to her temple.
“Then let me teach
you. We’ve helped each other through everything. Why is this any different?”
“I’ve battled this
demon for so long its hooks are embedded into my soul. Not even you can loose
those chains.”
“Don’t you see
we’re doing everything but having sex and putting a title to us? I love you
Enzo. I’d do anything for you. Hell, I have been your ride or die so long I got
a list of infractions to prove it. I want to help you. I know we could be good
together. I want it so bad I can fucking taste it. But I can’t continue with
the dysfunction. If we can’t go all in we, need to place boundaries and keep to
them, ‘cause this thing between us is killing me, and making it damn hard to
find anyone else.”
He closed his eyes
and rested his forehead against hers. Deja vu struck. Her heart broke. It was
so much worse knowing he felt the same why.
“You son of a
bitch. Why even tell me how you felt if you knew you were going to do this?”
“What do you want
me to do, Aib,” he cried out brokenly.
“Stop fighting it,”
she said through her gritted teeth. Her hand reached down to cup the bulge in
his pants. “Feel with me. Don’t manipulate my body, open up your soul and let
me in. I’m already there Enzo. I’m under your skin. I’m in your brain. I know
you better than you know yourself.”
His muscles tensed,
and his breathing increased. “For once, trust in us.”
“I-
She massaged him,
and he rocked into her hands. “Let me take the wheel.” Leaning in she nipped at
his neck, emboldened by the cover of darkness and privacy of the small parking
lot. His body shook. She slipped her hand into his pants, and they both moaned.
He was hot, thick, and long in her hands. She gripped him tightly and pumped.
“Aibhlinn.”
“You gave this to
me, now. I’m returning the favor. Tonight after the show where they may. But
right now is our time.” She captured his lips, taking what she wanted for so
long. He tasted crisp and clean like mint. His lips were soft and pliable. His
moaned vibrated through her body. He sucked her tongue, and she whimpered,
picking up speed as she brought him over. She swallowed his cries as he spilled
onto her hand. The hot liquid felt like a cleansing rain. She removed her hand
and brought it to her lips lapping off his salty flavor.
“Jesus, baby. I
can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of you like this,” he panted.
She was afraid to
hope for more, but for now,, at least, she knew the taste and feel of him. The
way his eyes turned into a stormy gray when he came. She leaned in, nipped his
bottom lip hard and drug her tongue across it to soothe the abused area. “Hope
you don’t mind going commando.”
“Worth it,” he
croaked. His eyes grew serious. “Aibhlinn.”
Shyla Colt grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, but has lived a variety of different places thanks to her wanderlust, interesting careers, and marriage to a United States Marine. She's always loved books and wrote her very first novel at the age of fifteen. She keeps a copy of her first submission letter on her desk for inspiration. After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there's never a dull moment in her household. She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.
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