Series: Dirty Sexy #2
Genres: Erotica, Fiction, General
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Breaking hearts is what wild and rebellious Mason Kincaid does best. Hit it and quit it is his motto, and with his bad boy reputation and tattoos, he doesn't lack for female companionship. Until one hot night with the one woman he swore he'd never touch becomes an all-consuming addiction he can't kick. Katrina Sands has been his best friend for years, but now that he knows what she feels like, and tastes like, there is no going back to being just friends. Hot, dirty sex has never felt so good...or so right.
ARC provided by Author/Publisher for honest review.
Dirty Sexy Inked is the second book in the Dirty Sexy series and I really enjoyed it. Im going to be honest. I wanted this one from the first book. Not saying I didn’t enjoy Clay and Samantha but Mason and Katrina, Lord, the tension from them two was hot from the get go. This book turns from friends to lovers and to see it progress, was just done beautifully. However, are they able to be friends and lovers? That was the ultimate test.
Its a good storyline and I love how Carly and Erika build up the characters to where when you’re done, you want the next one just as bad. Levi. Hmm. Our mystery brother. Its gonna be awesome!
All the characters bring alot to this story. It had me from the get go and cannot wait for more!
“WE’RE OFF TO Las Vegas, Kitty-Kat,” Mason Kincaid said as he rubbed his hands
together in anticipation. “Sin City is the perfect place to get down and dirty and
have some fun. What kind of trouble do you think we can get into while we’re
Katrina Sands buckled her seat belt and settled more comfortably in the first-
class leather seat next to Mason—her best friend since they were fourteen and
freshmen in high school. She wasn’t at all surprised that he was already making a
mental list of all the wild and reckless adventures that awaited him in a no-holds-
barred place like Las Vegas. Mason Kincaid was a rule breaker, a thrill seeker, and
a self-indulgent bad boy who was all about pleasure and instant gratification.
From everything she’d heard about the city that never slept, he’d be right in his
Oh, joy, she thought with a resigned sigh. It wasn’t as though she was a prude.
Far from it. She just wasn’t thrilled about watching her best friend’s man-whoring
ways in action in Vegas. She spent enough time seeing it up close and personal on
a day-to-day basis.
She turned her head and met Mason’s bright blue gaze. “You do realize that
this trip isn’t all about you and your dick, right? That we’re heading to Vegas
because your brother Clay is marrying Samantha?” she asked, reminding him of
that one important detail.
The corners of his mouth curved with an indulgent grin. “Of course I realize my
brother is strapping on the old ball and chain tomorrow afternoon. But that
doesn’t mean the entire weekend is going to be all wedding, all the time. In fact,
tonight Levi and I plan to take Clay out to make sure he spends his last evening as
a bachelor in style.”
Which gave Mason the perfect opportunity to carouse for a willing female to
take back to his hotel room for the night. It’s what Mason did. For as long as she’d
known him, he’d had a hit-it-and-quit-it motto when it came to women, and he
always made sure they knew the score up front. He didn’t make promises or do
commitment or anything longer than a one-time fling.
And each time Katrina watched it happen, a little bit of hope died inside of her.
The hope that one day Mason would see her as more than just a best friend and
the woman who managed to keep his personal and professional shit together. But
the man was oblivious to her deeper feelings for him, and she wasn’t willing to
tell him and risk certain painful rejection. It was much easier, and safer, keeping
them both squarely in the friend zone.
She’d known him for twelve years, and had truly come to believe that Mason
Kincaid didn’t have the ability to commit to any single woman. And it really wasn’t
hard for her to figure out why considering the kind of childhood he’d had—no
father figure to speak of and a mother who cared more about her next fix than
her own kids. Mason might be a master at giving off a carefree, I-don’t-give-a-crap
attitude, but Katrina was one of the few people who knew just how much pain
and resentment that laid-back demeanor really masked.
The commercial plane they were taking to Las Vegas finished the boarding
process, and one of the cabin crew started closing the overhead luggage bins,
while another made an announcement to set all electronic devices to airplane
mode. A pretty brunette flight attendant stopped next to Mason’s aisle seat and
set her hand on his shoulder.
He glanced up at her, and the woman smiled, her complexion flushing a bit as
he turned all that potent male sex appeal her way. Yeah, Mason had that kind of
breathtaking effect on women. Between his gorgeous features, that sexy, panty-
dropping smile, and his sleeves of bad boy tattoos that wrapped around both
muscled arms, he was an irresistible force to the female gender.
And the jerk knew it, too, and didn’t hesitate to use that charm to his