Poison Pen by Dove Cavanaugh King

If it wasn’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.
All I wanted was to run my own tattoo shop,
But between a terrible boss and a serious lack of funds,
That dream seemed a little farther away every day.
When a wicked opportunity came along,
I grabbed on to it with both hands, knowing it might be my only shot.
But a chance encounter with my broad-shouldered neighbor
Had me thinking that maybe success wasn’t the only thing I’d been missing in my life.
Even if one unhinged client was trying to take everything from me.
But I refused to go down without a fight.

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The first time I laid eyes on Ricki Vasquez, I put my foot right in my mouth.
Not the greatest start, I’ll admit, but there was something about her that drew me in.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about the tattooed goddess with a
Mouth like a sailor and a taste for good whiskey.
But she was prickly; guarded in a way I couldn’t understand.
And it seemed like no matter what I did, she was determined to use her thorns against me.
But she didn’t understand that I wasn’t the type of man to
Quit when things got tough.

Ricki may have thought what we had was casual; I knew it was anything but.
Because just like her ink, she was under my skin. Permanently.