Series: Living Ink #1
Published by Intermix on April 15, 2014
Genres: Urban Fantasy
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With the needle of a tattoo gun, Isa Romanchzyk has the power to create and destroy. In her shop Nightmare Ink, Isa helps those in need by binding the powers embedded in their Live Ink—the magical tattoos that can enhance the life of the wearer, or end it. But binding tattoos has earned Isa the contempt of her fellow artists—including her former lover Daniel.
When a friend comes to the shop with a tattoo on the verge of killing him, Isa can’t turn him away. For the first time in years, she works Live Ink into someone’s skin—something she swore she’d never do again. But breaking her vow soon becomes the least of her problems.
Isa is horrified to discover her friend’s body in the shop, but the real nightmare begins when she’s abducted and inked against her will. Now, as she seeks retribution from the man who betrayed her, Isa must figure out how to bind her Living Tattoo before it consumes her completely...
One thing I’ve never mentioned on the blog is that I have a lot of guilty pleasure reality TV viewing. It includes Housewives (in multiple cities) and…tattoos. I’m a huge fan of Inkmaster on Spike TV and although I don’t have any tattoos myself, every week I sit there like the rest of the country and look on in awe and, sometimes, disbelief at some of the work these artists accomplish in such a short period of time. Of course when Bewitching Book Tours offered the opportunity to spotlight Marcella Burnard’s latest release NIGHTMARE INK, I couldn’t say no. An urban fantasy with a female tattoo artist for a heroine and magic tattoos? Sold! Enjoy a small excerpt of from the book and then enter the tour wide giveaway below.
“Hey, pretty lady. You look lonely,” a smooth, musical voice said as she strode toward her shop door.
She glanced at the striking young man reclining against the back of the bus shelter that stood in front of the kitchen wares store two doors down. In the glare of the streetlights, the young man, dressed in skintight dark Levi’s, a shirt that outlined every defined muscle, and a beat-up leather jacket, raked Isa with a hungry glance. Had to be one of Patty’s “projects” if he was working her territory.
“A couple of Ria’s gang tagged that shelter this morning,” Isa said, trusting he’d been on the streets long enough to know which gang claimed this part of Ballard Avenue. “Smear it and they’ll tag you.”
He jerked upright, swearing.
She smiled and reached for the door of Nightmare Ink.
“Aw, chica,” he said. “You don’t want to go in there. The owner, she’s a bruja. A witch. People say she’s got a secret room down in the basement. You go in there and part of you dies.”