Inked Hearts Series Book 1-7 – Crystal Kaswell Free Audiobook

Written by Crystal Kaswell
Read by Kai Kennicott, Wen Ross
Format: MP3
Unabridged

Tempting (Inked Hearts #1)

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, 10,000 miles out of my league bad boy wants me – a good girl v*rgin 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.

A complete stand-alone
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Playing (Inked Hearts #2)

Walker Williams is my f*ck buddy.
I get his inked arms.
I get his soft touch.
I get his massive ahem.

His offer was exactly what I needed. A casual arrangement. No feelings. No strings. No heartbreak.
Just the two of us playing.
At least, that was the plan.
But the troubled bad boy did more than make me c*me. He made me laugh. He tore down my walls. He showed me the beauty in the world.
He showed me his scars.
Then asked to see mine.
I can’t stop myself from falling for him.
But if I share my secrets, can I trust him to stay?
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Pretend You’re Mine (Inked Hearts #3)

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–k 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.
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Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts #4)

I hate him. I want him. I can’t stop thinking about him.

Chloe

Nice to see you, sunshine, wearing black again? Dean Maddox spent high school pushing all my buttons. Seven years later, we’re working together. So much has changed, but he’s the same arrogant jerk with the same penchant for teasing me senselessly. I still want to slap the cocky smirk from his face. And tear off his clothes. And kiss him like the ship is going down. I hate him. I want him. I can’t…. No, I will stop thinking about him.

Dean

Seven years ago, I took Chloe’s v*rginity. It was supposed to cure my cravings for the pint-sized spitfire. But now that she’s working under me…. The more she glares, the more I want her. The more I tease, the more she stares. The more I brag about my Prince Albert…. Let’s just say it’s obvious she’s picturing me naked. She owns my thoughts as much as I own hers. I should stay away. She’s my subordinate. She’s off-limits. But there’s no way I can resist her.
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Breaking the Rules (Inked Hearts #5)

Rule #1 – Hands off my best friend’s kid sister

Rule #2 – See rule number one

Rule #3 – Seriously, don’t even think about touching Emma

Emma Kane is my new roommate. My very off-limits roommate. My gorgeous, sassy, hot-as-hell roommate.

I try to keep my distance. To ignore her soft laugh, her intense eyes, her sweet smile.

And that groan, the one she makes over her morning coffee – alright, the feisty college student is driving me out of my mind.

I can still keep my hands off her.

I double down on my rules. Draw that line between friends and lovers.

Then she presses her red lips to mine.

And, suddenly, it’s obvious.

There’s no way in hell I can resist her.
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Losing It (Inked Hearts #6)

Dear Wes, let’s skip pleasantries. I’m not going to med school a virgin. I want to learn everything, and I want you to teach me.

I’ve looked at all the men in my life, made a list of pros and cons, and found you the most suitable. Sure, a lot of that was your gorgeous blue eyes and your charming smile. The strong arms and the tattooed torso don’t hurt, either. I swear, I don’t have a thing for bad boys. Just you.

There’s no way I’m ever sending this. I can’t believe I’m even writing it. But, god, I really, really do want to study under you.

Is that too formal? How am I supposed to phrase this?

Wes, please, teach me how to love. I promise I’ll study hard. I’m an excellent student. And, well, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to spell out why this is win/win.

– Quinn
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Accidental Husband (Inked Hearts #7)

Waking up next to my best friend? No big deal. Only our clothes are MIA. And his ring is on my finger.

I didn’t just sleep with my best friend. I married him.

Post-breakup, I’m ready to console myself with books and ice cream. My best friend has other ideas.

According to Griff, there’s only one real way to get over someone: get under someone else. We’ve been friends since third grade. He’s, ahem, experienced. I trust him.

We go out. Drink. Dance. Kiss.

That’s right, I kiss the guy who used to pull my pig tails. Then we’re drinking more, kissing more, and he’s pulling my hair in a way that’s all grown up. I wake up sore, happy, confused. Because I didn’t just sleep with Griff. I married him. Now, I have a choice. Either I stay with my accidental husband or lose my best friend forever.
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The Baby Bargain (Inked Hearts #8)

My best friend’s kid sister wants me to get her pregnant – the old fashioned way.

I’ve looked out for Ariel since she was in pigtails. I took her trick or treating, told off the jerk who dumped her, picked her up from prom.

When she needs my help, I’m there. Only she doesn’t need a ride, a study partner, a new tattoo.

Ariel wants me to get her pregnant. The old fashioned way.

Three months of trying. Then we go back to our lives.

It’s a terrible idea. I should say no. I should convince her to wait for Mr. Right.

But the geeky grad student is sure it’s now or never.

And I’m sure as hell not going to let her find someone else.