Author Gracie Meadows


Razor’s Mark
Marked Book 1

Jason “Razor” McCoy didn’t want much out of life. He was happy being a tattoo artist and having an occasional hookup. To him, life was good. However, everything comes to a halt when he is notified of his brother’s death. As if that wasn’t enough, a small woman blows into his life, leaving him no other choice but to think fast on his feet.

Faith Hillman, a computer analyst by trade, does her best to stay below the radar when her job with a high-tech computer company puts her life in danger. When her partner and friend goes missing, she risks everything to find the one person who could help her—his brother.

Two people thrown together, each for separate reasons, find they must work together toward a common goal. After calling in all their resources, can Razor and Faith avoid being seen and save everyone, or does Faith fall—leaving nothing but Razor’s Mark?

Author Bio: I was never much of a writer in school. I enjoyed mostly poems, but anything longer never held my interest. When a friend challenged me to actually write a book better than the one she was reading. I toyed with the idea, and now here I am today. I have found a hidden passion that allows my wild side to come out while keeping the romance together.

Twitter: @Graciemeadows01





Excerpt from Razor’s Mark:

He didn’t head right to the shop, as he needed to figure out what to tell Sparkle.  She understood shit with the red tape and cover-ups. She might be a smokin’ hot woman but she loved conspiracy theories, and this one was a whopper.  The truth, but without names, would work, and they could find a way to keep her in the back until he got this solved.  He didn’t want to have to babysit a woman, especially one who annoyed the crap out of him, and intrigued him all within one breath.
He didn’t even know if the threat was real, and if it was, what would they actually do to her?  He knew thugs and shit like that, but government crap and military undercover OPs were not his thing.
Getting this done and getting Faith out of his life and out of his mind was his motivation for turning around and going to the shop. Pulling in the back, he parked in the spots for the artists. He waited for Faith to climb off before he did.  Taking both helmets, he locked them away, then after making sure she could stand on her own, they headed inside.  Opening the back door, he smiled when Tex was there.
“Oh look, fresh meat.  Please tell me she’s a virgin and I can mark her first.”  Tex, with his crazy ass southern drawl, made Faith jump and hide behind him, like a scared mouse.
“Shit, I didn’t think about that.  Not sure about the virgin part, but marking her, not while she’s here.  Sparkle in?”
“Yeah, in the front.  Want me to send her to the office?”
“Could you?”
“Yup, oh and, Razor, if you don’t want her, I’ll take her.  She looks sweeter than a Georgia peach, and I bet I can make her cry.”  He winked at Faith before leaving.
“What was that about?” she asked.  Faith hated people talking about her, and she really hated when people assumed she was a virgin.  Sure, she lacked in the sexual department, but the men she worked with thought coitus was only needed for reproduction and not enjoyment.
“Nothing,” he said before pulling her once again into the office she had been in before.
“That wasn’t nothing.  I don’t like people talking about me, especially when I’m standing right there.”
“What about that bothered you?”
“Just parts,” she answered.  She didn’t need to tell him specifics.
“Ah, the virgin part.  Let me reassure you, kitten; it’s not what you think.  He didn’t want to know if you had had sex before.  He was talking about your skin.  A virgin to tattoos and piercings.  They are the best to work on.  Fresh, clean skin, untainted by color and marks.  It’s a great honor to have someone do a virgin tat that’s not some stupid butterfly shit.”  She blinked a few times, not sure what to say.  That was the most he had ever said to her and with his few words she was drawn in.  His voice was soothing and hypnotic.  She enjoyed his voice when he talked like a person to her and not barking orders. It made him much more attractive than before, and it made her feel drawn to him in some sort of weird way she couldn’t explain.  A magnetic pull of some kind.
“Oh, okay.”  She lowered her head, unsure of what to say next.  She sat down on the chair waiting for, well something. Trying to keep her nerves calm with herself and not look up at him anymore.

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