It is no secret that I fell hard for a specific tattooed (albeit imaginary) bad boy a few weeks ago. I happened upon a book while searching for a new “rock star” romance to read, and found “Brian”. I quickly realized that he was not a musician (well, not as far as I know, anyway) however, he did have a knack for a particular instrument. A “rough around the edges” tattoo artist, leading the bad boy lifestyle, and yet, he had the heart of a hero. My fascination with Brian proved that I’m not necessarily just a “rock groupie”, but that I’m actually just a sucker for a story about a bad boy needing to be understood.
