I’ve never been a lover—the most permanent thing in my life is the ink on my skin.
And a past I can’t shake.
Women can have me for one-night exclusives.
Beyond that?
I don’t have much to offer but trouble.
Which is exactly what I give the stunning “good girl” who walks into my tattoo shop on Spring Break.
She and her friends want a permanent souvenir from their trip.
And me?
I just want to make sure she comes back to see me again.
So I sabotage her tattoo and hide my initials in it.
She acts like I just branded her.
The more I get to know her?
I’m glad I did it.
She’s mine.
Unless I can’t hold onto her when my past comes knocking and her dream job pulls her away from me.
I never wanted this.
Now?
I’ll do anything to make the good girl mine permanently.
We were only supposed to be a Spring Break fling.
