When has a drunken tattoo ever led to love? After a bad break up with his long-term girlfriend, Thierry knew that the last thing he should do was try to find comfort in a bottle. Which is why he went immediately down to the pub to drown his sorrows in rum. But when he wakes up, head throbbing and body aching, he realises he's not in his own bed. More hung over than he's ever been, in an unfamiliar place, and with barely any memory of the last twenty-four hours, Thierry is aghast to find a brand new tattoo snaking down his arm. And when a strange man wakes up next to him, all muscle and masculinity, he feels like he's losing his mind. What the hell happened? Who is this man beside him? And why does he remember the gruff man's admittedly gorgeous eyes looking down on him while something sharp pricks his shoulder? And why, even after trying to get away, can't he seem to get this handsome, hard-bodied guy out of his mind? (An M/M Love Story.)