Title: Paper Lipstick
Author: Kelsey Elise Sparrow
Cover Artist: Just.Write Creations
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 20th
Lipstick kisses and caviar dreams don’t have a place in my life or his.
~ Max (Rebecca Robbins)
I’m a bad ass bitch. It’s a truth of mine. I live it and breathe that shit. No, I’m not conceited or full of myself. It’s just something I’ve discovered over the years.
I’m damn good by myself, always have been, always will. What I didn’t know is I can be improved upon.
Enter the equally bad ass and hella charismatic Deckard Camden. Who, the hell, told him to be this jaw-droppingly gorgeous, mountain of a man, in comparison to my little self, projecting a wall of defense that rivals my own?
Nobody prepared me for the sensual words that would fall from his lips or the massive … peace he would bring to my life.
Damn sure didn’t get me ready to be Deckard Camden’s wife … wait what?
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I’m a bad ass bitch! This isn’t one of those moments where I’m encouraging myself or attempting to infuse my soul with courage. The statement is fact. There’s n question about it. Most know me as Max. They wanted me to have a masculine name because I tend to steer clear of the frilly and pretty.
I’m a tattoo artist who doesn’t allow bullshitters in her shop. You’re fucked if you come around just to take in the eye candy. If you’re occupying space then you’re a fucking customer. Otherwise get the hell out of my shop. Inked to the Max isn’t a coffee shop, library, or any of those other cop-a-squat places.
I am a boss bad ass. It is who I am and what I exude. Living in Atlanta, Georgia. No, that’s a lie. I work in Atlanta. I live in Mableton. Parents live in Brookhaven. Grew up within the city limits and moved on to “greener pastures.”
When the shop was doing well enough for me to snub my parents, I got out of the house as quickly as possible. Their expectation was for me to do something with my nursing degree. I chose to use a different type of needle to become painfully employed. I could always fall back on the degree if times get hard with the shop. Not likely because I enjoy tattooing and piercing a little more than the average artist.
Yes, it is my bread and butter but taking an idea or thought and making it art is a magical thing. Taking that art and putting it on skin makes my nipples hard, I get so excited. Every tear of joy shed because the ink is something more than the “canvas” or client expected pretty much gets me off, since no one else is right now. I may need to rectify that crap soon.