Under the Skin
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She inks pain into beauty
Ivy doesn't talk about what happened. Not the accident. Not the grief. And definitely not why she ended up in a wheelchair. At 26, she keeps her head down, her heart guarded, and her hands steady behind the tattoo gun at a small shop on the rough side of Stockton, California.
Her ink is honest-delicate, soulful-but she never lets it speak for her.
To most, she's just the quiet artist in the chair. No one asks why she flinches when the past creeps too close. No one sees how hard she's working to stay invisible.
Then he walks in-new to town, soft-spoken, carrying the kind of secrets that feel a little too familiar.
And when a routine appointment turns into something more dangerous, Ivy's carefully built life begins to shift.
Every person she tattoos carries a story.
But hers?
That's the one she's still trying to outrun.
A raw, emotional story of survival, grief, and the truths we bury beneath the skin.
Romance/Thriller/Mystery
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