Two Ink Minimum
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In book one of Permanent Hangover, all Finn Gardner wanted was a breath of fresh air when he stepped into the alley behind the Permanent Hangover Bar and Tattoo Parlor. At first sight, he’d thought it was just another homeless person to shoo away from the building. Instead, he found someone who needed help - his help. Having been given a second chance himself, Finn believes in paying it forward. The Hangover has taken more than one lost soul in over the years.
Bailey Parson needed to get away. She left her life in Chicago behind and escaped to St. Paul, but she never once thought far enough ahead to what her next step would be when she arrived there. To her, what she was running from was much more to worry about than some half-baked plan. After a month stuck on the streets, a new need arose, as the temperature started to drop - survival.
Given a chance by a stranger, Bailey works to find her way. Not only winning over customers and the staff with her smart wit and empathy, she wins over the standoffish tattoo artist. Keeping their relationship forward focused, Finn hoped to avoid both of their baggage. However, when Bailey’s past threatens to destroy everything they built together, Finn’s left with decisions to make.
Does he give up the beautiful curvy woman, the only one whose touch calms him? How much of his dark past would he need to unlock to save her? A past with the potential to destroy what they have together. More importantly, can the lovers turn the scars of the past into a design strong enough to see them through any challenge? Or, will the permanent ink leave them with open wounds and no chance of healing?
Read an Excerpt
“I wasn’t doing anything,” she said as she slipped the penny in her pocket.
The man turned to look behind him before taking a drink. In a tight black t-shirt, worn-in jeans and work boots, he stood a good six-three at least. From her crouched position, the tattooed man seemed massive. Although he was lean, his body had cuts from sinewy muscles.
“Didn’t think you were,” he replied in a deep baritone voice.
His jaw was outlined by a slight bit of scruff that could be a decent beard with a month or so to grow it out. Bailey swallowed hard and stuffed her hands in her pockets, fingering the penny she’d tucked there.
“Needed a break,” he replied. “I love the fall. When I come out in the summer I’m slammed with the humidity, you know?”
“Warm is good.”
“I guess. I like the brisk cool, but it could be because it gets so damn hot in there.”
The mention of warmth made Bailey wonder if the cover charge would be worth a few hours. She’d found the cheaper motels were further out of downtown, but the shelter was in the center. By the time she walked her way to a place she could afford, it would be morning and the Dorothy Day center would be open for a free breakfast.
“What’s that place like?”
“Loud tonight,” he replied. “You’ve never been?”
“No,” she shook her head a bit surprised he wasn’t catching on she was homeless.
“I’m Finn.” He extended his hand like she was a human being. The simple contact warmed her.
“Jane,” she said not wanting to let go of his warm hand, but knew she had to. “You a bartender?”
“Nah, they don’t really get breaks. I’m with the tattoo parlor.”
She finally paid attention to the sign on the back of the door that said Permanent Hangover. A whiskey bottle with two tattoo guns on either side reminded her of angel wings.
“What is this place?”
“Bar, club, whatever you want to call it with a few chairs for tattooing.” He cleared his throat. “So, Jane, I don’t suppose the last name is Doe?”
“Yes, are you psychic? Only I spell it the French way.”
“D-O-U-G-H,” he said, and she let out a laugh. “Jayne with a Y?”
About the Author:
With characters yelling “It’s my turn damn it!!!” She tries to explain to them that alas, she can only type a hundred and twenty words a minute and they will have to wait their turn. She knows they’ll eventually find their way out of her head and to her fingertips and she looks forward to sharing them with you.
When Michel suppresses the voices in her head, she can be found cheering for her son in a variety of sports. She owes a huge thanks to her family for always being in her corner and especially her husband for supporting her every dream and never letting her give up. Michel was awarded Elite Status with Rebel Ink Press in 2013, the service award for her local RWA chapter Midwest Fiction Writers in 2013 and 2014, and Sweetest Romance at IRAE 2015.
She resides in the Twin Cities with her husband, son, and dogs, Bolt and Sawyer.
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