His body became my canvas... Brea How did I end up here? Always the good girl, with a pen in my hand just focusing on my drawings. Now I'm a tattoo artist dealing with some of the baddest guys around town. They're mostly harmless to me, and I pay them no attention. Until I'm face-to-face with a stranger with a broad chest and a smoldering gaze that is leaving my legs trembling and my heart racing. He's a man of a few words, and the exact opposite of what my mind is telling me I need. But I am drawn to him like no one else before. There's just one other problem, my brother Sylar thinks I'm his property. Miles Guys like me don't fall in love, just f*ck and move on. So what am I doing back in her tattoo shop when I already have more ink on my body than I can fit? Maybe it's the thought of her hands spread across my chest while working on a new piece. Or her good girl attitude and gorgeous smile that drives me insane thinking about how I would turn her bad in just one night. Whatever it is, I NEED her body pinned underneath mine, moaning my name until she forgets her own. But in my world, there is no such thing as love without tears or bloodshed...