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—could this man who had trapped me be harboring a pain he dared not speak of?

My Tattoo Artist: From Prisoner to Lover 

Raven
Ever since Rose left, I'd been sitting in my office, staring at a cup of coffee that had long gone cold.
The bodyguards I'd assigned should be protecting her. She should be safe.
But the unease in my gut kept growing stronger.
"Mr. Crimson!" Kevin burst through the door, his face pale as d...

Chapter 7