Inked Hearts #1-3 by Crystal Kaswell

Over 1,000 pages of smoking hot bad boys.
A romance collection containing the first three books of the Inked Hearts series: Tempting, Hooking Up, and Pretend You’re Mine.

Tempting:
He’s my best friend’s older brother, off limits and incredibly tempting.
I shouldn’t peek into Brendon’s sketchbook, even if the tattoo artist is as brooding and stoic as the day is long. I can’t help myself. I peel it open, run my fingers along the paper, soak up every ounce of him.
His drawings are as beautiful and bold as his dark eyes and his cocky smile. Only, there, on the third page–that’s no tattoo mockup. That’s me.
Naked.
Ready.
Waiting in his bed.
There’s no denying it–those are my blue glasses, my green eyes, my flushed cheeks.
Brendon wants me.
The smoking hot, ten thousand miles out of my league bad boy wants me– a good girl virgin with thick glasses and no game.
It’s perfect.
Only it’s not.
He’s my best friend’s older brother. He’s off limits.
But damn is he tempting.

Hooking Up:
It’s supposed to be fun without strings, but resisting her is so damn hard.
I’m good in bed and I know what I want.
So when a curvy grad student catches my eye, I do what I do best. I take her home. I kiss her hard. I– well, a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.
I don’t expect to want more.
But I do.
Iris is smart, sweet, and innocent as hell.
I need her as often as possible.
We strike up an arrangement. There are three rules. All fun. No strings. No falling in love.
But then I’ve never been very good at following rules.

Pretend You’re Mine:
I’m pretending I’m in love with my best friend. What could possibly go wrong?
Leighton is my best friend. My subordinate.
My girlfriend.
That’s the story we’re selling. To our co-workers. To our friends. To everyone who’s anticipating the breakdown of the year at my ex’s wedding.
It’s a terrible idea. This ruse is going to f*ck sh*t up. Losing her is out of the question.
Touching her is all kinds of wrong.
And right deep in my bones.
Then Leighton slides her hands into my hair and presses her berry lips to mine.
And all that wrong fades to right.
I stop pretending.
I forget the woman who broke my heart. I forget our rules. I forget I’ll be lost without her.
I kiss her back like I’ll never get enough.
I won’t.
But I can’t risk losing my best friend.
Even if she’s the woman who might finally unlock my heart.