Those were the words to describe Eve Thorton’s exhibition. Not even a fine arts degree from Yale or her daddy’s bank account could save her from the scathing reviews. And failure was a word Eve would never be comfortable with. Not even close.
Plotting the demise of every critic who’d written her off was her first instinct. But that would come later. Instead, she would show them that she wasn’t a bored socialite with more money than talent.
She would prove everyone wrong, and she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. But when her journey for redemption crashed headfirst into Josh Logan, the sexy, talented tattooist from Queens, getting her hands dirty took on a whole new meaning.
Josh was everything Eve wasn’t, translating on skin what she couldn’t onto her canvas. All she had to do was convince him to share his jaw-dropping brilliance, and help her—seeing him naked—a bonus. Then she could go back to her regular life, vindicated.
It should have been easy. Pity her plans had a habit of derailing.
But it's through this interaction that she learns about Josh Logan, a tattoo artist whose talent is full of depth and emotion AND it is all done on a human canvas. She decides she needs to learn from him. Josh doesn't know what to think about Eve. She waltzes into his shop all dressed up in designer clothes, announces she's an artist and she wants to learn from him. He says alright and rolls up his sleeve to have her tattoo him! Talk about misunderstanding. I died laughing when she actually contemplated doing it!
Finally though, they understand they are both artists, but two different kinds. She wants to understand the emotions that Josh transfers to his art, so Josh agrees to have her work for him - as a counter girl - NO TATTOOS! But that means he's her boss; and even though there is an attraction between the two of them, it's a line that he tries hard not to cross. But WOW! The heat they bring when they finally do cross that line.
This book has it all - humor, passion, heat - and yes - a tattooed stud. 5-stars!