Title: The Body Painter

Series: Master of Trickery Duet, #1

Author: Pepper Winters

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: August 16, 2019

“Must be slim, able to stand for long periods of time, and be impervious to the cold.”

The headline caught my attention.

“Hours are negotiable, pay is minimal, clothing absolutely forbidden.”

The second line piqued my curiosity.

“Able to hold your bladder and tongue, refrain from opinions or suggestions, and be the perfect living canvas.”

The third made me scowl.

“Other attributes required: non-ticklish, contortionist, and obedient. Must also enjoy being studied while naked in a crowd.”

The fourth made me shudder.

“Call or email ‘YOUR SKIN, HIS CANVAS’ if interested in applying.”

The final made my heart race.

I should’ve kept scrolling past the advertisement.

I should’ve applied for the boring receptionist job at minimum wage.

I should’ve clicked on any other job where I got to keep my clothes on.

But I didn’t.

I applied.

My interview is tomorrow…

5 iScream Cones

“I knew I was setting myself up for more pain than I could handle by going back. But…”

Pepper Winters…enough said. She’s blown my mind over and over, so it was a no-brainer for me to want to get my grabby hands on The Body Painter. It doesn’t matter what direction she decides to take me it’s never a journey that I regret. Though, I confess that after reading this first installment in the duet…the destination is still unclear. She’s kept me hanging on the edge of WTF and my head is still spinning with the possibilities.

What I do know is that the author and the artist are both ‘masters of trickery’. I thought I had things figured out a time or two only to end up scratching my head later. It’s a mind-bender of the best kind and I’m so excited for The Living Canvas. I’m not sure how much more pain and heartbreak I can handle, but I’m already addicted to these broken characters and I’m yearning for them to find a way around the many obstacles in their path.

“Desire didn’t just whisper between us. It positively set fire to us. Fireworks of need. Explosions of lust.”

But, something sinister is keeping them apart. I’m pulling my hair out trying to figure out what is going on. I want to rattle his cage and let the demons out so I can ask them to tell me his secrets because he’s not talking. He’s just being a beautiful artistic asshole who keeps his pain locked down tight and his anger close to the surface. He’s talented and moody and bossy and brilliant. He’s perfect…sigh. 💔