Ed Hardy Tattoo Flash Book Novels & Stories

Alessio behaving like a lovestruck horny teenager might just be the highlight of my life LOL. Now watch the manchild's crazy head over heels love for the good gurlll (─‿‿─) Hardy's suicide... why? Do you have any guesses?

I said as he pulled me closer and hugged me, slapping me on the back. “Let’s get you branded,” he said proudly and smiled at me. “Any specific request for your Alpha tattoo?” Rory, the pack’s tattooist and a Zeta, asked me. “Lightning,” I said and he smiled as he looked at my arm when I took my jacket and shirt off.

The "Hard Reset" was a wall of white light that moved with the speed of an editor’s eraser. In the Author’s Study, the infinite bookshelves began to "Bleach," the titles of a thousand "Norths" vanishing into the grey static. The Author himself was unravelling, his "Ink Black" eyes turning into two hollow voids of "Cancelled Narrative."

Britney sent me a look but I ignored her. It was kind of nice talking face to face with celebrity security without them shoving you out of the way with their huge muscles, which were probably meant for lifting weights and not bulldozing people. He frowned and I offered him a cheesy smile. He took a step back from our car window, “Welcome to Mr. Robin Ryder’s Auto Biography Book Launch. Please proceed toward the Villa.” Britney gulped offering him a shaky smile, “thank you,” she purred before driving in.

While he's being a complete dick, a total asshole, I can't seem to focus on my anger because he's shirtless. And have you seen Noah Hawkins shirtless? It's a fucking meal. His chest is broad, sculpted, covered in a roadmap of intricate tattoos that snake up his arms and disappear under the waistband of his low-slung jeans. The ink, dark and mysterious, would make you think he has an obsession with them or something, each one telling a story I'll never know. And just thinking about it makes me feel like the worst person on earth. Because I'm dating his brother, Hardin, who's the sweetest guy you'd ever find, kind and gentle, and everything Noah isn't.

I breath harder with only one question in mind, Did he just catch me again? =====••======••=======••======

I blushed, biting my lip, the tension between us thickening with every heartbeat. His hands and lips moved in sync... down my neck, over my shoulder, along my arm, then back up. His mouth explored, tasting, worshiping. My hands roamed under his shirt, feeling his burning skin. When I tugged at the hem, he paused, his eyes searching mine, before pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Hardin was… art. Carved muscles, broad shoulders, and that damn tattoo over his collarbone.. I wanted to trace it with my tongue.

He held me down, his tongue still working and drawing out every last shudder until I collapsed against the couch. He crawled up my body, trailing wet kisses along the way until he stopped at my lips. His lips moved against me, giving me a taste of myself. "Well," he said in a rough and low voice. "I think it's time to pop that cherry." He stood, pulling his shirt over his head. The muscles in his chest rippled as his skin gleamed in the candlelight. Tattoos covered his arms, snaking across his shoulders and trailing down his torso. Fuck! Every line of ink told a story I wanted to read with my tongue.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

~ SIENNA ~ Of all the people in the world to run into after a yoga session, the universe chose Gavin. Now I needed another session of yoga, a bottle of Everclear and maybe a line of cocainé. So much for stepping out to get a breather. I glanced at the introduction card on the table. It was metallic black with only three lines of silver text printed in a bold font. The Tattoo Master Gavin Kessler (I tried not to think of how séxy his full name was)