Montgomery Ink Book 4.5
The Montgomery Ink series continues with the long-awaited romance between the café owner next door and the tattoo artist who’s loved her from afar.
The Montgomery Ink series continues with the long-awaited romance between the café owner next door and the tattoo artist who’s loved her from afar.
Hailey Monroe knows the world isn’t always
fair, but she’s picked herself up from the ashes once before and if she needs
to, she’ll do it again. It’s been years since she first spotted the tattoo
artist with a scowl that made her heart skip a beat, but now she’s finally
gained the courage to approach him. Only it won’t be about what their future
could bring, but how to finish healing the scars from her past.
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Carrie Ann Ryan:
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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
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Excerpt:
Hailey
Monroe bit into her lip, closed her eyes, and moaned. Loudly. Dear gods and
goddesses that was…heavenly. Earth shattering. World changing. Orgasm inducing.
That
was the best damn cream cheese turtle brownie she’d ever baked in her life.
She
may have baked pies, cakes, tortes, cookies, muffins, biscotti, and other kinds
of decadence in her past. But right now, with this beautiful, mouthwatering
cream cheese turtle brownie in hand, she knew she’d never achieve such
greatness again.
At
that depressing thought, she ate the last of her treat and frowned.
Seriously?
The pinnacle of her success in life, the greatness she had hoped to achieve lay
in a brownie.
A
brownie sent from heaven, mind you, but a brownie nonetheless.
She
quickly wiped up any spare crumbs then went to the sink to wash her hands. It
was kind of upsetting that in her twenty-seven years of living, this baking
achievement was it for her. Most people would think finding a cure for the
common cold, painting something that reaffirmed beauty and life for others, or
building homes for the unfortunate would be something that made a pinnacle a
pinnacle. Instead, Hailey had dessert. This divine brownie.
It
probably didn’t help her thoughts that she kept calling the damn thing
heaven-sent and divine. It was just a baked good, one that crumbled when
roughly handled, like the rest of them. It would be consumed wholly and
forgotten in the next moment, never to be heard from again.
At
least Hailey herself was stronger than that. Some days.
She
cracked her knuckles, wincing at the pain in her joints—a wonderful side effect
of all the drugs and treatments she’d poured into her system over the years—and
rolled her neck. Today was a new day, a new adventure. It was the same mantra
she repeated to herself every morning.
Hailey
owned and operated Taboo, a café and bakery in the middle of downtown Denver.
She had prime placement right off the 16th Street Mall and the business
district. During prime hours, she had men and women in suits and neatly pressed
clothes, begging for coffee and leaving with something sweet and delicious. No
one could rightly say no to Hailey and her baked goods if she were really
trying.
Her
shop catered to more than just those in a hurry on their way to a meeting or
working on a very important case. Families came in on late afternoons or on
non-school days with children in tow. Her hot cocoa and cookies went quickly
when school holidays met cold Denver weather days.
People
in all shapes and sizes ventured into her shop, and she loved it. There was
never a dull moment. Even when the place was only filled with a customer or
two, they were hers. After thinking she’d never see the middle of her twenties,
she was now looking at the back end of those years and owned her own business
besides. She was a caretaker, a businesswoman, a baker…a survivor.
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