She was sweet and innocent until the ink set in. Was Mangus magical or was it the tattoo. Something was drawing her in, and the innocence was fading away.


Getting a tattoo was the last thing on my mind when my sister dragged me along to get hers. I was more the straight and narrow type whose skin was as pure as the rest of me.

That was until I met the tattoo artist, Magnus.

He was everything I’d NEVER looked for in a man, but I couldn’t stop staring. Even when I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking about him… and the magical tattoo he’d said would make people fall in love.

Was it wrong to use magic to make someone fall in love with you? There was one way to find out.