Those were the words used to describe Eve Thortonâs exhibition. Not even a fine-arts degree from Yale or her daddyâs bank account could save her from the scathing reviews. And failure was a word Eve would never be comfortable withânot even close.Plotting the demise of every critic whoâd written her off was her first instinct. But that would come later. Instead, she would show them that she wasnât a bored socialite with more money than talent.She would prove everyone wrong, and she wasnât afraid to get her hands dirty. But when her journey for redemption crashed headfirst into Josh Logan, the sexy, talented tattooist from Queens, getting her hands dirty took on a whole new meaning.Josh was everything Eve wasnât, translating on skin what she couldnât onto her canvas. All she had to do was convince him to share his jaw-dropping brilliance and help herâseeing him naked was just a bonus. Then she could go back to her regular life, vindicated.It should have been easy. Pity her plans had a habit of derailing.