This book took a much darker turn than I was expecting and opened up so many new avenues that have been spinning around in my head, driving me crazy!
I love these tatted up bad boys so much, and I’m so excited to dive into the fourth book in the series. I’ve been dying to discover more of D from the moment he welcomed Biff to Rebel Ink.
As always, I need to say a massive thank you to so many people for helping me to make this possible.
Michelle and Sam for alpha reading, and my incredible team of beta readers for falling in love with Kas and Spike with me.
Evelyn, as ever for whipping both me and the story into shape.
Darlene and Athena for proofreading and polishing it up for me.
And finally, my readers for allowing me to create these worlds and spend my days immersed with my crazy characters.
Until next time,
Tracy xo
Also by Tracy Lorraine
Falling Series
Falling for Ryan: Part One #1
Falling for Ryan: Part Two #2
Falling for Jax #3
Falling for Daniel (An Falling Series Novella)
Falling for Ruben #4
Falling for Fin #5
Falling for Lucas #6
Falling for Caleb #7
Falling for Declan #8
Falling For Liam #9
Forbidden Series
Falling for the Forbidden #1
Losing the Forbidden #2
Fighting for the Forbidden #3
Craving Redemption #4
Demanding Redemption #5
Avoiding Temptation #6
Chasing Temptation #7
Rebel Ink Series
Hate You #1
Trick You #2
Defy You #3
TBC #4
Rosewood High Series
Thorn #1
Paine #2
Savage #3
Fierce #4
Ruined Series
Ruined Plans #1
Ruined by Lies #2
Ruined Promises #3
Never Forget Series
Never Forget Him #1
Never Forget Us #2
Everywhere & Nowhere #3
Chasing Series
Chasing Logan
The Cocktail Girls
His Manhattan
Her Kensington
Co-written with Angel Devlin
Hot Daddy Series
Hot Daddy Sauce #1
Baby Daddy Rescue #2
The Daddy Dilemma #3
Single Daddy Seduction #4
Hot Daddy Package #5
B.A.D. Inc. Series
Torment #1
Ride #2
Bait #3
About the Author
Tracy Lorraine is a M/F and M/M contemporary romance author. Tracy has just turned thirty and lives in a cute Cotswold village in England with her husband, baby girl and lovable but slightly crazy dog. Having always been a bookaholic with her head stuck in her Kindle, Tracy decided to try her hand at a story idea she dreamt up and hasn’t looked back since.
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INKED Sneak Peek
A Driven World / Rebel Ink Crossover Novel
INKED
Chapter One
Harlow
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bailey, my best friend and roommate, asks the second she finds me sitting on the couch with a blanket over my lap, a tub of ice cream in hand and a rum and Coke on the coffee table.
“Err… Friday night in?” I say, my brows drawing together, trying to figure out if I’ve forgotten something. The look on her face and the way she’s standing impatiently with her hands on her hips sure points to that.
She’s just finished a twenty-four-hour shift at The House, caring for her boys, so I was expecting her to take up residence on the other couch with her wine while we caught up with The Bachelor.
“It’s Austin’s birthday,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
“Right.”
“We’re going out. We’re meeting everyone at Rush in…” she pulls her cell from her back pocket and looks at the time, “in like… an hour, so we need to get our shit together.”
Before I have a chance to argue, she’s standing before me and pulling the ice cream from my hand.
“Come on, H. Move that sexy ass and go and find a hot little dress to wear.”
After depositing the tub on the coffee table, she rips the blanket from my lap and attempts to pull me from the couch.
“Really?” I sulk. “Austin won’t care if I’m there or not, I barely know the guy.” We might work for the same company, but it’s not like we spend any actual time together, other than the odd night out.
“I told him you’ll be there.”
“But you didn’t think to tell me,” I mutter, eventually going easy on her and standing.
“I could have sworn I’d mentioned it.”
“When could you? You’ve hardly been home this week.”
She shrugs. “Well, you know now. It’s going to be a great night.”
She ushers me out of the living room—thankfully after I grab my drink. I have a feeling I’m going to need it.
When we get to my room, she allows me to get ready alone, which is a relief. The last thing I need is a Bailey makeover for tonight.
Smoothing down my silk top, I add a layer of gloss to my lips and slip my feet into my shoes.
Bailey’s still sitting in front of her mirror when I join her in her room thirty minutes later.
“How are you ready al—no, no, no. You can’t wear that,” she says looking at me over her shoulder in the mirror. I look down at my skinny jeans and black blouse.
“Why not? It’s perfectly fine.”
“Yeah, for an afternoon with your aunt.”
Minus the height of my heels, I can’t argue with her.
She spins on her chair, and I get a look at her dress—if it can even be described as such. It’s fire-engine red; I swear I’ve got underwear that covers more skin.
I run my eyes over her, suspicion beginning to stir in my stomach. “I feel like I’m missing something. This isn’t just a night out for Austin’s birthday, is it?”
“His cousin’s coming.”
And now, it all starts to make sense.
“The British one?”
“Yes! I can’t wait to hear him say my name,” she swoons, getting this far-off look in her eye.
I shouldn’t be surprised—she’s been telling me about him for quite a few weeks now and trying to convince Austin to introduce them.
“You mean moan your name,”
