There's something sexy about a tattooed man. In these five stories by multi-published, best-selling author J.M. Snyder, gay men revel in the erotic beauty of getting inked. Contains the stories: Fillin' Chet: When tattoo artist Scott texts his hot new boy-toy Chet and asks him to stop by the tattoo parlor after hours, Chet assumes it's just to hook up. But Scott's just as interested in filling in the tattoo on Chet's back as he is in filling Chet. Inked in Blood: Tom stops at Tattoo 804 just as it's about to close. Rist, an artist with a fetish for vampires, agrees to ink Tom after hours. What begins as a simple procedure turns erotic when Rist notices how hard Tom is for him. They give into their primal desires right in the tattoo chair, but things take an unusual turn and Tom wonders if Rist is just into a little blood play ... or if he isn't one of the undead. Matching Tats: Vic Braunson’s latest tattoo makes his lover, Matt diLorenzo, decide that he might want to get inked, too. But Matt's more than a little skittish when it comes to needles, and watching the tattoo artist at work is frightening. With the powers love gives him, however, Vic finds a way to help Matt overcome his fears ... Mojo's Mojo: Tattoo artist Wray has it bad for his best friend Mojo, who is straight. When Mojo asks Wray to give him a a new tattoo in a very private place, will he be able to put aside his growing lust and perform professionally? Or does Mojo have an ulterior motive for dropping his pants? The Tattooed Heart: Chris is a tattoo artist who coerces Lee to stop by after hours for free tattoos. Lee’s body is a shrine to Chris’s artwork. Every tattoo is a custom creation by Chris, whom Lee has loved for years. What will it take for Chris to realize the lover he’s looking for has been sitting in his tattoo chair all along?

Tattooed Love Box Set

With a laugh, Mojo says, “See? There’s something in it for you, too.”


It’s late by the time we reach the hotel, and the only room they have available for us has a single kingsize bed. “Great,” I mutter as I help Mojo unload our bags and crates onto one of the hotel’s luggage carts. “Did you even askif they had any double rooms open?”


“It’s fucking eleven o’clock at night,” Mojo points out. “Everyone who’s coming to this con is already here. We showed up last so we got what was left. Don’t sweat it.”


Easy for him to say—he isn’t going to be trying to sleep with a raging hard-on mere inches from a guy he’s been jonesing over for months now. As he finishes putting the last of his tattoo supplies onto the cart, he says, “A king size bed is huge, man. It’s like as wide as it is long. We can sleep on separate sides and it’ll be like we’re each in our own bed. You’ll see.”


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