I voluntarily received an ARC of Under Her Skin by Adriana Anders in exchange for an honest review.
Her Body is His Canvas
A darkly possessive relationship has left Uma alone and on the run. Beneath her drab clothing, she hides a terrible secret—proof of her abuse, tattooed onto her skin in a lurid reminder of everything she’s survived.
Caught between a brutal past and an uncertain future, Uma’s reluctant to bare herself to anyone…much less a rough ex-con whose rage drives him in ways she will never understand. But beneath his frightening exterior, Ivan is gentle. Warm. Compassionate. And just as determined to heal Uma’s broken heart as he is to destroy the monster who left his mark scrawled across the delicate tapestry of her skin.
The first line of Under Her Skin had me hooked. I was expecting a steamy romance, and the start of the book had me doubting my own expectations, but I soon found out I was right all along. Getting to know all of Ander’s characters and their difficult pasts was delightful.
Uma and Cookie had me laughing with their back and forth. I admired Uma’s strength to fight against her fears and stand up for herself. She even stood up for Cookie when it came down to it, which only made me like her more. Ivan is dreamy. Let’s just get that out there. He is a blacksmith, hunter, and an empathetic and caring soul. Plus, he knows how to handle himself in a fight and treat a lady right.
Under Her Skin combined just the right amount of mystery, romance, and steam to create a compelling debut novel for Ms. Anders. I have already added book 2 in the Blank Canvas series to my TBR list hoping to spend more time with these characters.
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“Old hag in need of live-in helper to abuse. Nothing kinky.”
“He must have caught something in her gaze, because he sort of squinted at her, shyly flirtatious. Like dipping your toe into hot water after years without a bath; everything south of her bellybutton went sloshy.”
“First, there was some pride. Her eyes caught Joey’s, and she’d recognized it in his face. It only occurred to her later that it had been a pride of belonging, while his had been a pride of ownership. Not the same thing at all, as it turned out.”