Title: Permanent Ink (Art & Soul series, #1)
Authors: Avon Gale & Piper Vaughn
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Release Date: August 7, 2017
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance – This book includes Daddy kink and an age gap
At twenty-three, Poe Montgomery is going nowhere. He still lives in his father’s basement and spends most of his time tagging with his friends. When an arrest lands him in debt, Poe accepts the front desk job at Permanent Ink, the tattoo shop owned by his father’s best friend, Jericho McAslan. Jericho is nearly twice Poe’s age, but with his ink and prematurely graying hair, he quickly takes the starring role in Poe’s hottest fantasies.
Jericho is known for his ability to transform poorly designed tattoos into works of art, but he was once as aimless and misdirected as Poe. Wanting to pay it forward the way someone once did for him, Jericho makes Poe his apprentice and is determined to keep things strictly professional. Easier said than done when Poe makes his interest—and his daddy kink—abundantly clear.
Jericho can’t resist Poe or their intense chemistry for long. But between the age gap, tension with Poe’s father, and Poe’s best friend calling him a sellout, they’ll need to ensure they’re both on the same page before they can rewrite their rocky start into something permanent.
Piper Vaughn and Avon Gale have this to say: we hope people enjoy spending time with our characters as much as we do!
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4.25 Stars
Kindle eArc reviewed by Robin
Poe has never had goals beyond becoming an infamous graffiti artist. Living in his father’s basement and landing on his bad side, he ends up working for his father’s friend Jericho at his tattoo parlor. Someone cut Jericho a break when he was growing up and ending in all sorts of trouble so he wants to pay it forward. But Poe doesn’t seem to want the help he’s offering him. The attraction between the two sparks and although Jericho thinks it’s a bad idea, will these two be unable to resist the connection they feel?
“He was a cocky little shit. The thing that got me so hot, though, was knowing he was doing it so I’d put him in his place. I reached up and let myself tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging his head away. He blinked his hazy, lust-glazed eyes at me and bit his bottom lip.
Goddamn it. I groaned and yanked him in close, kissing him hotly. He kissed me back, clearly eager, his body shaking a little against mine. For some reason, feeling that faint trembling was what pushed me right over the edge into bad-decision land.”
I never thought I’d be into a little daddy kink. Ok…that’s a lie. I’ve read it and enjoyed it in the past. But this story is so much more! Poe has a best friend that he paints with and Blue is all sorts of possessive of his time and dreams. I loved that Jericho was trying to guide another young person in a direction that could help keep them out of trouble. Yet he really wasn’t trying to tell him what to do. Poe came across as a little bratty at first and the awakening of what was really going on in his little world made me realize there was more to him that I first realized. I can’t wait to see what happens with Blue or Callum!
What sucked me into this M/M Romance was the tattoo artist. What made me stay once I started reading was the quirky relationship between Poe and Jericho and even Blue! I just want to see more about these characters’ lives and where they go next. Blue needs to find his place in the world. I feel like he’s a lost little boy and thinks no one cares about him. I do, Blue. I do!
Quotes about the Book
After reading Permanent Ink, I wanted to get tattooed and go on a graffiti mural tour, but not before rereading the sex scenes. This writing duo is dynamite, and the chemistry between the characters becomes explosive the further you read. Not to be missed!
-Santino Hassell, RITA nominated author of the Five Boroughs and Cyberlove series
I took another pull from my beer, letting my tongue linger on the lip of the bottle.
Jericho’s eyes darkened. He stared for a second before making a noticeable effort to tear his attention away. His gaze slid to the side, and his brows knitted together. I wouldn’t let him ignore me, though. I stepped closer, invading his personal space, and he met my stare again.
“That means a lot coming from you. I know how good you are.” I meant the words, even if my motivation for saying them wasn’t entirely pure. I smiled at him, peering up through the dark fall of my hair, letting my interest show.
His lips quirked.
This close, I could feel his heat through the thin material of his navy T-shirt. This close, I could see the green striations in his hazel irises. This close, I could smell soap and musk and the faint scent of beer on his breath.
I wanted to touch him so bad it was as if my hands had turned to iron and his skin had suddenly been magnetized. It felt like a fucking compulsion.
Without thinking, I kissed him.
Jericho froze at the contact. But I surged forward, crowding him back against the counter and licking at the seam of his lips, inviting his tongue out to play. Jericho gave into me with a quiet sound, a muffled groan that made my cock stiffen.
I got enough of his taste to make me crave more, enough time to think “hell yeah” and start to consider humping his hard thigh—before a loud, shattering noise broke the silence and made us jump apart.
I realized I’d dropped the beer bottle and a puddle of golden liquid was spreading across the linoleum at our feet. “Oh shit.”
Jericho stared at me, his mouth still wet from mine. “Fuck.” His gaze went from me to the broken glass on the floor. “Fuck. That should not have happened.” He snatched the roll of paper towels from the holder on the counter and started spreading a few on the floor to sop up the beer.
I watched him, trying to swallow past the sudden tightness in my throat. He was so focused on the mess it was obvious he didn’t want to look at me.
“I’ll go get the cleaning stuff,” I announced.
Jericho’s jerky nod was my only answer.
I went to the small utility closet across the hall and briefly thudded my forehead against the wood.
I hoped I hadn’t just fucked up my apprenticeship.
I hoped I hadn’t made things super fucking awkward.
And more than that, in spite of knowing it was probably wrong to want him—he was my boss, my mentor, my dad’s best friend—I wished I hadn’t dropped that stupid bottle.
About the Authors
Avon Gale was once the mayor on Foursquare of Jazzercise and Lollicup, which should tell you all you need to know about her as a person. She likes road trips, rock concerts, drinking Kentucky bourbon and yelling at hockey. She’s a displaced southerner living in a liberal midwestern college town, and she never gets tired of people and their stories—either real or the ones she makes up in her head.
Avon is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan at Handspun Literary Agency.
Piper Vaughn wrote her first love story at eleven and never looked back. Since then, she’s known that writing in some form was exactly what she wanted to do. A reader at the core, Piper loves nothing more than getting lost in a great book—fantasy, young adult, romance, sci-fi, she loves them all (and has a three-thousand-book library to prove it!).
As a bisexual and Latinx person, Piper takes great pride in her heritage. She grew up in an ethnically diverse neighborhood and strives to put faces and characters of every ethnicity in her stories, so her fictional worlds are as colorful as the real one. Above all, she believes that everyone needs a little true love in their life … even if it’s only in a book.