Tequila Sunrise by Amarie Avant

Tequila mixes well with everything except… decisions, and I’m old enough to know better.

ESSENCE
With a face chiseled in arrogance, Antonio Emmanuel Rivas pushes all my buttons. The younger artist acts like my gallery, and everything in it belongs to him.
Including me.
Secretly, I crave Antonio’s dominating hands all over my body like I’m one of his signature pieces.
But he’s a tyrant. A monster. Trouble.
He’s dangerous for my business and heart.
While the beast chases me relentlessly, I wonder if the man I should hate is also the man my soul can’t llive without.

ANTONIO
I’m only gentle with a paintbrush, and Essence Traver’s cruel, luscious mouth has incurred my wrath.
I respect Essence’s curation acumen. However, the pulse between her thighs and at her throat leaps in defiance when my name is involved.
There’s no secret I imagine adorning every inch of her body with . . . paint.
So while Essence intends to keep me at arm’s length, I’ll have my obsession in my arms soon enough.
All men have a vice; mine happens to be tequila and a blank canvas.
Until her.