Her Tattooed Fighter

By Selena Storm

Even in her wildest dreams, Mandy never thought she’d find a man like Jay Viper. Strong, caring, tattooed, and a fighter, Jay is by her side when she needs it most. Love and desire has blossomed between them, but a new face is threatening to tear them apart.

Lance Richards, one of the company’s most famous wrestlers, is returning after starting a career in Hollywood. He wants a shot at the title, but he also wants Mandy. Will the Hollywood tough guy force his way into Mandy’s life? Or will Jay stand and fight for his woman?

HER TATTOOED FIGHTER is the sequel to HER TATTOOED SAVIOR. It is a 12,000 word work of erotic romance. It contains adult themes and language and is meant for an adult audience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jynxed Moon
• Release date: Jul 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310514128

Selena Storm

Selena grew up in Churchill, Manitoba though she currently lives in Toronto. She loves to live out her fantasies on paper and occasionally with the right people.Selena spends most of her days writing erotica and hanging out with her bearded dragon, Rufus. You can follow her on twitter @Selena_Storm

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Her Tattooed Fighter

A New Adult Wrestling Romantic Erotica

By Selena Storm

Her Tattooed Fighter

The sequel to

Her Tattooed Savior

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2014 by Selena Storm

All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced in any form, in whole or in part, without written permission from the author.

Cover image provided by: ©  Lookeastman| Dreamstime.com

Contents

Other Works by Selena Storm

Her Tattooed Fighter

About the Author

Other Works by Selena Storm

Pinned in the Ring

Slammed in the Ring

Gender Swapped by the Werepanther

Tea Shop Gender Swap

Tattoo Shop Gender Swap

Dr. Bimbo

Corner Office Bimbo

Birthday Party Bimbos

Feminizing the Bully

Shamed & Feminized

The Taboo Experiments of Dr. Arthur Cox

Haunted Encounters: The Livingston Institution

Two Priests One Nun

Med School Games

False Faces

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Her Tattooed Fighter

The bus was packed and ready to go before the sun was even up. Jay had warned her that it would be an early morning, but she hadn’t really believed him when he’d said exactly how early. They’d spent the night together in his hotel room, but this time he hadn’t slept on the couch. In fact, neither of them had slept much at all, they’d been too preoccupied with each other for sleep to even cross their minds.

Mandy had never known passion like what Jay had showed her. Where her ex was rough, awkward, and greedy, Jay was rhythmic, strong, and generous. Throughout the night he’d brought her to orgasm so many times that she had to beg him to stop before she passed out from the overwhelming pleasure. When they were finished, he held her in his muscular arms until she caught her breath, only to claim her once more. He was a phenomenal lover, but now she was almost regretting their night of passion.

Not that she didn’t enjoy it, but she should have said yes when he’d asked her if she wanted to call it a night around two in the morning. Instead she’d pulled the sheets over her head and kissed down his rock hard abs until she found his thick cock and brought it back to life with her lips.

Jay had forced her out of bed at five in the morning and made her pack her few things into the backpack she’d brought with her. When they got outside, Iva found her almost immediately and ushered her on to the staff bus while Jay went to the more luxurious talent bus so they could start on their way to the next location the wrestling company would be stopping during their constant tour around the country.

You work now, the old Russian seamstress instructed Mandy as other staff members found their way on to the bus.

Um, Mandy tried to find the nicest way to tell her new boss that sewing on a moving bus wouldn’t be the most optimal place to mend clothing, but she didn’t want to risk losing her new job and her place in the company before they’d even hit the road. She didn’t know how many chances Iva would give her, but she doubted it was many. I thought we’d be sewing when we arrived.

No, Iva wagged her finger as she dug out a bin marked ‘damaged’. I tell you, many pants are ripped. I have had no time to fix. You will mend small holes while we drive. Leave large ones for when we arrive. Now get to work.

Once Iva had handed her a small sewing kit and a pile of damaged trunks and pants,