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    Permanent Ink
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    Permanent Ink

    By Jaime Samms

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    Beauty is only skin deep, but some marks—and what they represent—are impossible to escape.

    Eric resents his comfortable college life and the restrictions his family’s expectations put on him. Dwayne, his best friend Angel’s cousin, is a pierced and tattooed ex-con trying to rebuild his life. Eric sees only the tattoos and the way Dwayne’s upbringing have dictated his future. It takes a surprising revelation from Angel to force Eric to see past Dwayne’s defenses to the generous heart beneath and to realize it’s time for him to break free of his own instilled beliefs. The men can’t keep apart, and they gradually learn that everything they thought they knew about each other might be wrong. 

    Opposites attract as two men from very different backgrounds move from enemies to lovers in a story of understanding, compassion, and redemption.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDreamspinner Press
    Release dateJan 18, 2017
    ISBN9781634777797
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    Jaime Samms

    Jaime Samms is a plaid-hearted Canadian who spends the too-long winters writing stories about love between men and the too-short summers digging in the garden. There are dust bunnies in the corners of her house—which she blames on a husky named Kai. There are dishes on the counter—which is clearly because teenagers! There is hot coffee in the pot and the occasional meal to keep her from starving—because her husband is remarkable and patient. A multi-published author whose work has been translated into French, Italian, and German, Jaime delights in the intricate dance of words that leads her through tales of the lost and broken hearted men she writes about to the love stories that find and mend them. And when the muse is being stubborn, she also makes pretty things with yarn and fabric scraps because in her world, no heart is too broken to love, and nothing is too worn or tired it can’t be upcycled into something beautiful. All it takes is determination and the ability to see life a little bit left of center.

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      Permanent Ink - Jaime Samms

      Permanent Ink

      By Jaime Samms

      Beauty is only skin deep, but some marks—and what they represent—are impossible to escape.

      Eric resents his comfortable college life and the restrictions his family’s expectations put on him. Dwayne, his best friend Angel’s cousin, is a pierced and tattooed ex-con trying to rebuild his life. Eric sees only the tattoos and the way Dwayne’s upbringing have dictated his future. It takes a surprising revelation from Angel to force Eric to see past Dwayne’s defenses to the generous heart beneath and to realize it’s time for him to break free of his own instilled beliefs. The men can’t keep apart, and they gradually learn that everything they thought they knew about each other might be wrong.

      Opposites attract as two men from very different backgrounds move from enemies to lovers in a story of understanding, compassion, and redemption.

      Table of Contents

      Blurb

      Acknowledgments

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Epilogue

      More from Jaime Samms

      About the Author

      By Jaime Samms

      Visit Dreamspinner Press

      Copyright

      Acknowledgments

      I WANT to give a special thank-you to Dreamspinner in general, for accepting the challenge of helping me to bring this story into its own.

      Thanks to the editors and other readers who helped to breathe new life into it and guided me in creating strong and hopefully likeable and authentic characters.

      Thanks to Dreamspinner’s art department for their flexibility, understanding, patience, and talent. I’ve got a new and wonderful cover to go with the revitalized story that is closer to my vision than I could ever have hoped.

      Love you all!

      Chapter One

      THE SLAM of the back door closing rattled the kitchen cupboards, jerking Eric out of the slug-like sleep of the overindulgent. A low, throaty Fuck you too, asshole in a voice he didn’t immediately recognize drove away some of the fog. The heavy snarl of a muscle car engine outside and the squeal of tires dissipated the rest. Still. He wasn’t ready to open his eyes. Not quite yet.

      He grimaced as he rolled over. Even that amount of movement reminded him why he shouldn’t have gone to the bar with Angel after they’d lost the game by two stinking baskets last night. Why he’d agreed to crash at his teammate’s dumpy apartment was now far beyond him. He always ended up on the too short couch with his feet hanging over the arm. Rooms went to couples, and since Marcus had basically shut him down at Christmas, not only was he not part of a couple, he was done with guys. The whole scene no longer interested him.

      His own bed in his own apartment, now that interested him. He’d give a lot for it right about now. His bed, his blackout curtains, and the nice, soft comforter that actually covered all of his extra-long frame defined heaven for him in his current agony. The ache of sunlight pressed on his closed eyes, warmed the air around his head, and baked his brain. His already pickled brain. He let out a low, miserable moan.

      Wakey, wakey. A hard slap on his ass jerked him to sitting.

      "What the fuck! Oh Jesus." He doubled over and braced his head between his hands. That pain momentarily eclipsed the lingering smart of the slap.

      His outburst and subsequent collapse earned a chortle from the interloper. Dwayne. He might be Angel’s cousin, but they were nothing alike. Angel was studious and determined. Dwayne had a part-time bike courier job and who knew what he did with the rest of his time. Angel was clean-cut, down-to-earth, and generous. Dwayne, covered in tattoos, was perpetually scowling and irritating, filling up Angel’s space with his there-ness.

      Now, he plopped down on the couch beside Eric with a little wince. Fuck me, my ass is sore, he muttered.

      Eric peered at him from between his fingers. Why do I need to know that?

      A tiny leer played about Dwayne’s lips. He observed Eric from the corner of his eye, dark brown glittering at him from between lush black lashes. A gold barbell piercing through his eyebrow shone in the sunlight, and a shard of diamond in his nose, bright against his dark skin, blazed a spear of sunlight into Eric’s eyes.

      Eric curled a lip and yanked the blanket he’d had wrapped around him out from under Dwayne’s ass. Fuck off.

      Baby. So hostile. He grinned as he wrapped a strong, calloused hand around the back of Eric’s neck and squeezed.

      Eric told himself the flash of white teeth from between those full lips was not what made his morning wood pulse in his loose boxers. The scrape of rough skin across his nape was annoying, not arousing. He balled the blanket up in his lap.

      Dwayne yanked on him, and he almost toppled into his lap. Little twinge just means I got some action. He wiggled his tongue out and clicked the piercing in the tip against his teeth. You got the couch again, I see.

      Eric shoved Dwayne’s hand off him. Excuse me for having some fucking standards, he snarled, scrubbing a hand through hair he knew would be standing out in messy blond spikes across his head.

      Oh, darlin’, you keep tellin’ yourself that. Dwayne laughed.

      You are a fucking train wreck waiting to happen.

      "And you have a potty mouth this morning, Eric Sinclair. What’s wrong? Got a stiffy and no one to take care of it for you? Again? And here I thought all you had to do was bat those baby blues and people fell at your feet begging."

      Eat shit, Eric muttered. He would have gotten up, walked away, but why confirm Dwayne’s speculation? About the

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