Inscribed Love



Jaida Winters strived to be the epitome of a perfect daughter, following every
rigid rule without question. Wondering what she missed out on in her strict life,
she’s ready for a little independence, and decides it’s time to throw caution to
the wind. A tattoo is the first step to a new attitude.

Incubus Torquatus Darkblood remains locked within a talisman for the crimes
of seducing a witch’s charge. His release lies within the ink of a tattoo drawn on
a young woman’s skin. When Jaida’s pain calls to him, Torq finds he doesn’t
just want sinful pleasure of the flesh, he wants the woman whose soul cries


Jaida stared at the computer screen attempting to ignore the burning in her lower back. She thought about calling the parlor, but didn’t want to appear like a wimp. Not only that, she wasn’t sure she was ready to talk to Joe again. She wasn’t stuck up by any means. The way the tattoos on his skin told a story, she’d sit for hours to find out the history of each one. Attraction like that could land her in hot water, with her immovable, impossible to please, overbearing parents.

Break the mold.

To top it off, the statistics on the new penile dysfunction drugs didn’t add up. Jaida slipped her reading glasses back onto her face and stared at the data. Next to her eight books filled with graphs, correspondence from team meetings, clinical trials, documents and all pertinent data confirmed what she’d suspected all along. Not every male member for the second trial reported back to the clinicians to fill out the survey. A groan left her mouth. She couldn’t have concrete reports without the surveys. She officially hated her job as head statician for Nelson and Myrtaz Pharmaceuticals. Privately, she could think of at least a few lovers who could use some Zephal. She reached for her ruler and dug down her back in an attempt to stop the irritation. 

Jaida?” An intern popped her head in.

Yes?” Jaida knew she was caught red-handed, but man it itched so damn bad. She slipped the ruler back on her desk and gave the intern her full attention.

I have the list of contacts you requested this morning. Do you um need help with something?”

Excellent, if you could contact them all for email conformation, I’d appreciate it. I’d like their surveys in my inbox by the end of the week. Make sure to advise them no more Zephal if they can’t follow through on their obligations, as well as no financial reimbursement for their time.” She wiggled in her chair trying to scratch her itch.

Jaida,” Thomas barged in without proper protocol. What’s wrong with you?” He approached her desk.

Nothing but a little itch,” Jaida half growled. “Can’t you people knock and wait for an answer?”

Thomas looked at her back. “Is that blood?”


On your back.” 

Miriam. Could you please go do what I asked? Thomas can you go back from where you came and give me some peace please?” She finished in exasperation.

Yes, boss.” Miriam ducked out of the room.

Thomas…you’re still here.” Jaida fumed.

Thomas clamped his arm on Jaida’s and hauled her out of her chair. With his free hand, he yanked up the back of her dress shirt. “You got a tattoo?” 

Jaida slapped his hands away. “Just because we happened to have dated in high school and your parents happen to be friends with my parents, doesn’t give you permission to pry into my life, or manhandle me!” She shot him an icy glare and thensmoothed her shirt down.

What’s gotten into you lately? Behavior like that is going to bring down your mother’s wrath.”

So he appeared to be worried. She couldn’t dislike him for that. “One tattoo isn’t the end of the world.” She sighed.

People like us don’t get tattoos.” He frowned at her.

I’m a person, not a people and I wanted a tattoo.” Here was the side of Thomas she disliked, the pompous holier than thou type.

You should go see a doctor about your back. I doubt you’re supposed to bleed and please tell me you went to a clean shop.”

If we weren’t working I’d tell you what I think about you. Of course the place was clean, hell it’s cleaner than that hovel you call an office. Get out. I have work to do.”

Excuse me Miss, is everything alright?” 

Jaida turned to the liquid sex voice that penetrated through her fog of anger. What she saw stole the rest of her tirade. Eyes the color of midnight stared at her, etched in worry. She held her breath and gazed from top to bottom, strong jaw with slight stubble, bulging muscles, tattoos galore, downward her gaze went, landing smack dab on his crotch. Oh mamma. She looked up.

Oh mamma wasn’t what I expected,” The stranger replied.

Look Mr. Tee shirt and tight jeans. The clinical study for Zepal is down the hall in Suite B.” Thomas interjected and pointed toward the door.

Zepal? Clinical trial?” 

It’s the penile dysfunction study,” Jaida squeaked. 

I can assure you there is nothing dysfunctional about my penis.” He quirked a brow. “Miss, are you okay?”

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