Delicate Ink
A Montgomery Ink Novel, Book 1
Release Date: October 14, 2014
On the wrong side of thirty, Austin Montgomery is ready to settle down. Unfortunately, his inked sleeves and scruffy beard isn’t the suave business appearance some women crave. Only finding a woman who can deal with his job, as a tattoo artist and owner of Montgomery Ink, his seven meddling siblings, and his own gruff attitude won’t be easy.
Finding
a man is the last thing on Sierra Elder’s mind. A recent transplant to Denver,
her focus is on opening her own boutique. Wanting to cover up scars that run
deeper than her flesh, she finds in Austin a man that truly gets to her—in more
ways than one.
Although
wary, they embark on a slow, tempestuous burn of a relationship. When blasts
from both their pasts intrude on their present, however, it will take more than
a promise of what could be to keep them together.
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Excerpt:
She narrowed her eyes. “So, you know what I’m thinking, do you?” She didn’t like it when people made decisions for her. Not at all.
“Yeah. In this case, I do. I’m not saying I know everything. Far from it. But I get this. Now, on that note, just because we aren’t riding doesn’t mean you’re out of my life for good. You get me? We’re going to date, or whatever, or find a way to see each other again because I want you, Sierra. And from the way you licked your lips and looked at me when you first walked in, you want me too. I get that, right?”
“Bastard,” she mumbled. “I don’t like this alpha thing.”
He brushed his thumb over her lips. “Yeah, Legs. Yeah you do. Now, I’m going to pick you up tomorrow for lunch. Sound good? A real date and all that shit.”
“So romantic.” Yet she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t pull away. “You think you can just tell me we’re going on a date?”
He grinned at her. “I asked you, didn’t tell you. I could have told you, and I think from the look in your eyes, you might have liked it just as much.”
How could he see that deep inside? How could he know what she’d been in the past? It had to be just her imagination. That wasn’t who she was anymore anyway.
“Fine. Dinner. I’ll text you my address.”
He smiled full-out then, leaving her breathless. Damn man. “Good, baby. Good.” He lowered his head; she knew what he was going to do.
And she let him.
His lips brushed hers, once, twice. She closed her eyes, melting into him. He reached up and cupped her neck and the back of her head. She moaned, parting her lips. His tongue tangled with hers as he deepened he kiss.
This kiss, this man. Oh, God was he potent…dangerous.
He pulled back when she would have begged for more. Only the promise in his gaze stopped her.
“We’ll do that again soon, Legs. I promise you.”
That was exactly what she was afraid of.
“Yeah. In this case, I do. I’m not saying I know everything. Far from it. But I get this. Now, on that note, just because we aren’t riding doesn’t mean you’re out of my life for good. You get me? We’re going to date, or whatever, or find a way to see each other again because I want you, Sierra. And from the way you licked your lips and looked at me when you first walked in, you want me too. I get that, right?”
“Bastard,” she mumbled. “I don’t like this alpha thing.”
He brushed his thumb over her lips. “Yeah, Legs. Yeah you do. Now, I’m going to pick you up tomorrow for lunch. Sound good? A real date and all that shit.”
“So romantic.” Yet she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t pull away. “You think you can just tell me we’re going on a date?”
He grinned at her. “I asked you, didn’t tell you. I could have told you, and I think from the look in your eyes, you might have liked it just as much.”
How could he see that deep inside? How could he know what she’d been in the past? It had to be just her imagination. That wasn’t who she was anymore anyway.
“Fine. Dinner. I’ll text you my address.”
He smiled full-out then, leaving her breathless. Damn man. “Good, baby. Good.” He lowered his head; she knew what he was going to do.
And she let him.
His lips brushed hers, once, twice. She closed her eyes, melting into him. He reached up and cupped her neck and the back of her head. She moaned, parting her lips. His tongue tangled with hers as he deepened he kiss.
This kiss, this man. Oh, God was he potent…dangerous.
He pulled back when she would have begged for more. Only the promise in his gaze stopped her.
“We’ll do that again soon, Legs. I promise you.”
That was exactly what she was afraid of.
Author Bio:
New York Times and USA Today
Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan never thought she’d be a writer. Not really.
No, she loved math and science and even went on to graduate school in
chemistry. Yes, she read as a kid and devoured teen fiction and Harry Potter,
but it wasn’t until someone handed her a romance book in her late teens that
she realized that there was something out there just for her. When another
author suggested she use the voices in her head for good and not evil, The
Redwood Pack and all her other stories were born.
Carrie Ann is a bestselling
author of over twenty novels and novellas and has so much more on her mind (and
on her spreadsheets *grins*) that she isn’t planning on giving up her dream
anytime soon.
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