"Cole... balances well multiple plot threads, including secondary action about a band member leaking stories to the media. Yet, more important, the author delivers a rock star romance fantasy with hot love guaranteed to entertain." - Library Journal Xpress Reviews

Can a love built on secrets survive?

Rugged, hot, and rock hard, Dred Zander is exactly the type of man that normally sends Pixie running. Not dreaming about running her hands down his washboard abs...and lower. The lead singer and guitarist for the band Preload embodies trouble behind his quick smile and guarded eyes, and Pixie left trouble behind her years ago along with the name Sarah Jane Travers and the pathetic trailer her mom called home. With her abusive past in her past, she has a new life, a new family at Second Circle, and a dream of opening her own business. She needs capital and time. What she doesn't need is a tempting long-haired rocker or the paparazzi that follow him around.

But Dred has other ideas. Pixie's sweet hazel eyes, purple hair and kaleidoscopic tattoo of exotic flowers that swirl up her arm haunt his dreams, and he knows she wants him too. He just has to convince her. But as a juicy exposé threatens to expose their pasts, and a blackmailer terrorizes their present, Pixie and Dred have to decide what really matters and fight like hell to keep it.


PRAISE FOR THE PUREST HOOK

"Cole... balances well multiple plot threads, including secondary action about a band member leaking stories to the media. Yet, more important, the author delivers a rock star romance fantasy with hot love guaranteed to entertain." - Library Journal Xpress Reviews

"I am pretty sure Scarlett Cole is incapable of writing a book I don't love. Dred and Pixie are amazing and wonderful!" - Samantha, The Book Disciple

"The Purest Hook is the third standalone in the Second Circle Tattoos series by Scarlett Cole and after staying up all night to complete it I think I can honestly say that it is my absolute favorite in the series. Full of action, deeply emotional situations and wickedly sexy talk I loved Dred and Pixie's story from the first page to the last." - Red Cheeks Reads

"This book is my favorite of the series ,so far. There's just something about a big tough man who goes all soft and sweet for his woman... I love Scarlett and her writing and stories are just surpassing my expectations with each new book. Can't wait for the next one!" - Sidney Halston - Author of the Worth The Fight series

"Let me count the ways in which I am IN LOVE with The Purest Hook by Scarlett Cole! In no particular order either because there is no way I could choose what I love most. This book was absolutely riveting." - Amber, Wild Heart Reviews

"I loved the whole rawness to this book, and the rock-star romance theme to it. It reminded me a little of the Rock Kiss series by Nalini Singh or the Bad Habit series by J.T. Geissinger crossed with a little bit of Montgomery Ink series by Carrie Ann Ryan." - Sarah, The Book Reading Gals


EXCERPT

Had it really been seven years?

Sarah-Jane “Pixie” Travers sat down in the entryway to Second Circle Tattoos, the studio she managed, and ran her fingertips along the gray slate. It was impossible to believe that seven years to the day, the first day of April ironically, she’d been reborn on this floor. Not that she remembered too much of it. Sure, she could still recall how cool the tiles had felt against her itching skin, but she had long-since buried the sensations of nausea, and her concerted effort to forget the shame of suffering uncontrollable tremors had been successful. 

Working through the humiliation of throwing up at the feet of the two men who would become her saviours had taken longer. There would never be a way to repay Trent and Cujo, her bosses, for saving her life that day. 

She’d been in Miami less than twenty-four hours when muggers had stolen what little money she’d saved to start over. But it was Trent and Cujo’s decision to not call emergency services when they realized that she was in withdrawal that helped her most. Their generosity to find her an outpatient program, and pay for it with what little money they had was what kept her alive.

Pixie breathed deeply, the spring Miami air crisp and fresh. It was her favorite time of year, before the humidity of summer made everything sticky. The tattoo shop would open at ten as usual, but the need to come and take a moment, filled with gratitude for the way her life had changed on that day, was great. And there was inventory that needed doing, which was always easiest when the supplies were tucked away in cupboards where they belonged. 

Belonged. Pixie sighed, said thanks to the entryway one more time, and stood. Using the key she’d been given years ago, she let herself into the studio and turned off the alarm. Everything was spotless. All the chairs faced their stations. No ink, tattoo machines, pens, or gloves littered the countertops. The dark wood floor was swept and polished. The bright Miami sunlight poured in through the windows revealing the occasional dust mote, but otherwise it was clinically clean, exactly how she liked it. 

Pixie took her role as manager very seriously. She owed the owners, Trent and Cujo, everything. Literally. Without them, it was unlikely she’d have made it to her twenty-third birthday. 

She ran her fingers along the woodwork around the door recalling the hours spent stripping years of paint from it. In an attempt to pay Trent and Cujo back for their help after rehab, she’d returned to the studio daily to paint and decorate or run errands for them, like picking up lunch. It kept her mind busy, making it easier to resist the temptation of finding something to take the edge off.

At night, they’d allowed her to sleep in the undecorated office but told her to keep out of sight, not wanting to end up on the wrong side of licensing regulations. Every morning, one of them would bring her breakfast; the other would get her something for dinner later on in the day. Cujo would force her to eat, even when she didn’t feel like it. He told her she had to be related to the fae, given she was so tiny, or a Pixie, given her love of singing, dancing, and, again, her short stature. Pixie had been the nickname that stuck. 

In no time she had been ordering stock, dealing with vendors, and organizing the storeroom. When Trent and Cujo offered her the job of operating the front desk, she’d been delighted. And when Lia, one of the tattoo artists they’d hired, offered her a room in her condo for embarrassingly low rent, she’d jumped at the chance. 

They’d never pressured her to tell them how she came to be in their doorway that morning, and for that she was eternally grateful. Finding the words to explain what transpired the night she’d fled her mom’s trailer was more than she could bear. Thinking about Arnie, her stepfather, and the things he had asked her to do, still had the power to send her into a panic-stricken spiral. She constantly dreamt about blood-covered hands, even after all this time.