If Ilya Rozanov was set to be branded for life in the space above his butt crack, he was damn well going to pay a premium for it.
Booking with one of the most exclusive tattoo studios in North America was the easy bit.
Having his brain melted into oblivion by Shane Hollander’s steady hands and even steadier voice was decidedly not part of the plan.
Or, the one where tattoo artist Shane is very good at giving instructions.
Its good that I may have flown to Poland to get a tattoo (not HR related, sorry) and then read this. Fuck life. Tattoos are awesome. And traveling for them is such a fucking previlege. A nice, lovely, expensive privelege.
So this hit me perfectly. This was such a perfect piece of fiction. I just need to go and read the sequel next. Wish me luck! And please, go and read this masterpiece too!!! Seriously.
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