About this book:

Roxie Vance thought she was just buying a better black—a pigment that wouldn't fade, wouldn't blur, wouldn't betray the art she carved into skin. She didn't expect the ink to drink her blood, or for the fresh line on her forearm to pulse with a heartbeat that wasn't her own. By the time she realizes the geometric thorns are spreading, sending root-fine filaments crawling toward her wrist, the vial is empty and the man who sold it has vanished into the city's wet underbelly.

What follows is a descent into body horror as intimate as a needle's kiss. Each chapter etches deeper: the ink rewiring her nervous system, hallucinations blooming in colors that don't exist, a gallery of living designs waking across her flesh. Roxie isn't just infected—she's being *authored*. And the only way to stop the masterpiece consuming her is to find the chemist who brewed it, before the final session completes a transformation no laser can erase.

Visceral, relentless, and inked in shadows, *The Tattoo Ink Infection* turns the artist's canvas into a battlefield. For fans of *The Girl with All the Gifts* and *American Mary*, this is horror that gets under your skin—literally—and refuses to be covered up.