My Tattoo Artist: From Prisoner to Lover
Joy Brown
I thought my tattoo needle would carve out my destiny—until Raven kicked in my studio door with a $680,000 debt hanging over my head.
"Become my personal tattoo artist or go to prison," his words pierced my heart like an ice pick. I clutched my tattoo gun, tempted to smash it against his skull, but instead signed the contract with trembling hands, becoming a "prisoner" in his penthouse studio.
But as I etched roses onto his skin, my fingertips brushed against the grotesque scars across his back...
"Become my personal tattoo artist or go to prison," his words pierced my heart like an ice pick. I clutched my tattoo gun, tempted to smash it against his skull, but instead signed the contract with trembling hands, becoming a "prisoner" in his penthouse studio.
But as I etched roses onto his skin, my fingertips brushed against the grotesque scars across his back...