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blurred LINES
Book 1 of Scott Hildreth’s NEW series,
blurred LINES
Book 1 of Scott Hildreth’s NEW series,
Bodies, Ink & Steel.
Book Information
Title: blurred LINES
Author: Scott Hildreth
Release Date: September 21st, 2015
Series: Bodies, Ink & Steel, Book 1
Cover Design: Jessica Hildreth
Blake West is the mysterious owner of Blurred Lines, a tattoo parlor that not only has provided him with a steady income, but has also supplied a steady stream of women into his life.
Now, however, things for him are much different.
Riley Campbell just ended a relationship with an abusive man who enjoyed controlling her every move. Now free of his grasp, she feels the need for a celebratory tattoo, her first of what she expects to be many. Her expectations of the parlor, the artist, and the process were pretty weak when she walked in.
And then she meets Blake West.
Covered in tattoos, handsome, mysterious, and muscular, Blake West is not at all what Riley expected to find, but exactly what she feels she needs.
There’s one small problem.
Blake is a sex addict.
And he’s trying to quit.
Blurred Lines is a stand-alone erotic romance and the first book in the Bodies Ink and Steel series. It has an HEA, no
5 Hearts
Scott Hildreth is a one-click author for me. I have read just about everything he has written. His latest book came out of nowhere for readers. I think we were expecting more of his MC series. But, when the voices in his head demand to be heard, the man writes! Blurred Lines in the first in a series about a tattoo shop. The Bodies, Ink and Steel series is loosely linked to the Selected Sinners MC. We see some familiar faces pop-up in this book.
We meet Blake West, the mysterious, sexy, tatted owner of Blurred Lines. As the universe sometimes does, fates collide and Riley Campbell awkwardly stubbles into his shop and pushes her way into his heart.
Yep. So that’s about all you’re getting from this review. I’m not sharing more details because the reader just needs to take part in the wordsmithing that is Scott Hildreth. I know I have said this before, but this man can dig deep and give the reader such thoughtful insight in the human psyche. I felt all of those emotions and demons Blake struggled with. This is a book that begs to be re-read. Now that I know the outcome, I need to go back and see if the groundwork laid by the author would have led me to the same conclusion.
Blurred Lines is listed as a romance. There are romantic elements but the book is truly about the evolution of a man. Riley really is a supporting character although she is the catalyst for change. It truly is a testament to the healing power of love. Riley’s love brings the light.
Blake’s words: “To recognize darkness as being so, we must have an understanding of what is light. To truly comprehend goodness, an understanding of what we believe to be evil is necessary.”
Standing ovation for this one, Mr. Hildreth! Thank you for bringing me, the humble reader, the experience of seeing the human mind and all of its intricacies pouring out in words across the page.
Excerpt from Book 2
Stevie's Book (title coming soon)
Dying wasn’t anything I was afraid of, in fact, my life had been lived in quite the opposite manner. For as long as I could remember, living was my biggest fear. Living in a world where I was not only allowed -but required - to a make decisions that would affect me for a lifetime scared the absolute shit out of me. My greatest fears were regarding my inability to make good decisions always seemed to be related to men or relationships.
Maybe it was that I was all too eager to have what I was surrounded by - women in seemingly healthy relationships.
The thought was laughable.
I caught the first glimpse of him as he walked out of the bedroom. As I stirred my much needed coffee and peered toward him, he sauntered into the living room like he didn’t have a worry in the world. Hell, maybe he didn’t as far as he was concerned.
“Where’s your shirt?” I hollered.
His body swiveled toward my voice. Upon recognizing me, his eyes went wide. “I didn’t know where you went.”
I glanced down at his bare feet, chuckled, and shifted my eyes upward. “Well, now you know. Where’s your fucking boots?”
He tossed his head to the side. “They're in your room.”
He had the body of a Greek God.
Muscles on top of muscles, no body fat, a ripped mid-section, and a prominent “V” at his waist – the “Fuck me V” I preferred men to have. Well, to be honest, I required it. He described himself in the bar as being hung like a horse, and he didn’t lie in that regard.
But.
He had no sexual stamina.
I took a sip of coffee and shrugged my shoulders. “Well?”
“Well what?” he asked as he continued to walk in my direction.
“Well, you aren’t going to want to ride home like that,” I said as I nodded my head toward him. “Go get ‘em.”
“I ain’t plannin’ on leaving just yet. Thought we could go at it again,” he said with a laugh.
I nodded my head and widened my eyes comically, like he’d revealed one of the greatest ideas I had heard in the last decade. Although I hadn’t originally intended to do so, as I lowered my coffee cup, I burst into laughter.
“What?” he shrugged as he stepped into the threshold of the doorway.
I suppose most women would have at least got a little more dick from the guy. Hell, it wouldn’t have cost me anything. Well, nothing but a little pride.
“Listen. Go grab your shit and hop on that HOG of yours and go on home,” I said as I turned toward the sink.
“Something wrong?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen.
I placed my cup on the counter and turned to face him. “Other than the fact you’re in my kitchen? No. Listen, just go.”
“Listen. Go grab your shit and hop on that HOG of yours and go on home,” I said as I turned toward the sink.
“Something wrong?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen.
I placed my cup on the counter and turned to face him. “Other than the fact you’re in my kitchen? No. Listen, just go.”
And it was then that he grabbed my shoulder. And it wasn’t the kind of grab that a girl likes. Not the one that makes her go weak in the knees or feel butterflies. Hell, it wasn’t even the one where a guy forces his woman to commit the act.
The way he grabbed me reminded me of my ex.
The “I’m getting what I came here for, regardless of what you just said” grab.
I spun to the side, pulled open the kitchen cabinet, grabbed my newly purchased .45 caliber Colt pistol and leveled it at his head.
“See, you could have left. You really could have,” I said as he began to walk backward.
“See, you could have left. You really could have,” I said as he began to walk backward.
“What the fuck…”
“’What the fuck’ is right. What the fuck did you grab me for? Huh?” I asked as I continued to force him closer to the door.
“I wanted to…”
“’What the fuck’ is right. What the fuck did you grab me for? Huh?” I asked as I continued to force him closer to the door.
“I wanted to…”
“Shut up. Now you get to ride home barefoot. Get the fuck out,” I fumed as I tilted my head toward the door.
“Hold on,” he said. “You uhhm. Fuck, you really need to…”
“You’re all fucked up on where you are,” I said. “I make the rules in this house. You really need to go.”
“I can’t ride without my boots,” he shrugged as he continued to nervously eye the barrel of the pistol.
“You’d be surprised. Get out,” I demanded. “And I’ll leave whatever you’ve left here at the door of the bar where we met last night on my way to work.”
“You crazy little…”
“Bitch? Yeah. I am,” I said with a grin as he stumbled into the door.
“Now reach around and open it. It’s unlocked,” I said as I nodded my head toward the door.
“You’re really going to…”
“Yeah, really,” I said as I reached past him with my free hand and opened the door.
“Crazy bitch,” he said over his shoulder as he walked to his Harley.
“You fuck like a girl,” I said as I slammed the door.
I set the pistol on the counter as I walked into the kitchen. After warming my cold coffee in the microwave I made some toast, sat down, and began to eat my light breakfast. Half a dozen beers, a few margaritas, and who knows what afterward had led to a night that was a blur of a memory at best, and now my stomach was in turmoil; anything more than toast and I’d yack for sure.
And I hated barfing just about as much as I hated men with no stamina.
As the sound of his Harley faded into the distance, it was almost as if a small part of my confidence went with him. A girl with my looks, body, sexual appetite, and my attitude should be able to find a man compatible with her.
But try as I might, I seemed to always choose losers.
I had decided after leaving Bart that the next man I settled down with was going to treat me right, fuck me right, and be able to stand on his own two feet without my income as a crutch. And I really didn’t care how many men I had to force out of my house at gunpoint to find him.
Born in San Diego California, Scott now calls Wichita, Kansas home. Residing in Kansas with his wife, Jessica, and five children (and another on the way in November 2015), he somehow finds twelve hours a day to work on his writing.
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