Her Tattooed James Bond (#2) || DISCONTINUED

Ace Lovelace is a walking dick.

Plain and simple.

He acts like a dick, talks like a dick, looks like a dick and by the infuriating smirk on his face you can tell he knows he's a dick.

He humps, he dumps, he sleeps, then repeats.

He doesn't give two fucks about any woman other than his sister, niece, and mother.

Women were to him like tissues were to a six year old. One blow and in the trash you go before picking up another tissue to use.

That is until he finds himself not able to shimmy his way into the heart- er, pants- of Layla Bales. His brother-in-laws sexy art teacher of a cousin, who couldn't care less about the smirking god who can't seem to take his eyes off of her.

She's newly single, after a nasty divorce with her childhood sweetheart and husband of three years, and far from ready to mingle with a man like Ace.

However, Ace always did like a challenge and Layla was his biggest one yet.

But with games comes conflicting outcomes and in this case, it's love. Something Ace can definitely not have with the hostility of his work and the dangers that lay low in the shadows.

James Bond may have had his happily ever after with a woman, but that just would never do with a man like Ace.

As much as he hated it, Ace wasn't the ordinary James Bond, he was so much more.

And no one would be safe.

Ever.