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  Table of Contents

  Author Highlights

  Ink Inspired

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Epilogue

  Ink Reunited

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

  Delicate Ink

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  A Note from Carrie Ann

  About Carrie Ann and her Books

  Excerpt: Tempting Boundaries

  Tattered Loyalties

  Dust of My Wings

  Charmed Spirits

  The Montgomery Ink Box Set

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  Carrie Ann Ryan

  The Montgomery Ink Box Set

  By: Carrie Ann Ryan

  © 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

  ISBN: 978-1-943123-43-8

  Cover Art by Charity Hendry

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  Author Highlights

  Praise for Carrie Ann Ryan….

  “Carrie Ann Ryan knows how to pull your heartstrings and make your pulse pound! Her wonderful Redwood Pack series will draw you in and keep you reading long into the night. I can’t wait to see what comes next with the new generation, the Talons. Keep them coming, Carrie Ann!” –Lara Adrian, New York Times bestselling author of CRAVE THE NIGHT

  “Carrie Ann Ryan never fails to draw readers in with passion, raw sensuality, and characters that pop off the page. Any book by Carrie Ann is an absolute treat.” – New York Times Bestselling Author J. Kenner

  "With snarky humor, sizzling love scenes, and brilliant, imaginative worldbuilding, The Dante's Circle series reads as if Carrie Ann Ryan peeked at my personal wish list!" – NYT Bestselling Author, Larissa Ione

  "Carrie Ann Ryan writes sexy shifters in a world full of passionate happily-ever-afters." – New York Times Bestselling Author Vivian Arend

  “Carrie Ann’s books are sexy with characters you can’t help but love from page one. They are heat and heart blended to perfection.” New York Times Bestselling Author Jayne Rylon

  Carrie Ann Ryan's books are wickedly funny and deliciously hot, with plenty of twists to keep you guessing. They'll keep you up all night!” USA Today Bestselling Author Cari Quinn

  "Once again, Carrie Ann Ryan knocks the Dante's Circle series out of the park. The queen of hot, sexy, enthralling paranormal romance, Carrie Ann is an author not to miss!" New York Times bestselling Author Marie Harte

  Praise for the Redwood Pack Series…

  “You will not be disappointed in the Redwood Pack.” Books-n-Kisses

  “I was so completely immersed in this story that I felt what the characters felt. BLOWN AWAY.” Delphina’s Book Reviews.

  “I love all the wolves in the Redwood Pack and eagerly anticipate all the brothers’ stories.” The Book Vixen

  “Shifter romances are a dime a dozen, but good ones aren’t as plentiful as one would think. This is one of the goods one.” Book Binge

  “With the hints of things to come for the Redwoods, I can’t wait to read the next book!” Scorching Book Reviews

  “Ryan outdid herself on this book.” The Romance Reviews

  Praise for the Dante’s Circle Series…

  “This author better write the next books quickly or I will Occupy Her Lawn until she releases more! Pure romance enjoyment here. Now go put this on your TBR pile—shoo!” The Book Vixen

  “I, for one, will definitely be following the series to see what happens to the seven.” Cocktails & Books

  “The world of Dante’s Circle series is enthralling and with each book gets deeper and deeper as does Carrie Ann’s writing.” Literal Addiction

  Praise for the Montgomery Ink Series…

  “Shea and Shep are so cute together and really offset each other in a brilliant way. “ Literal Addiction

  “This was a very quick and spicy read. I really enjoyed reading about Sassy, Rafe & Ian. I really hope there will be more of these three in the future.” Books n Kisses

  Praise for the Holiday, Montana Series…

  “Charmed Spirits was a solid first book in this new series and I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes.” RR@H Novel Thoughts & Book Thoughts

  “If you’re looking for a light book full of magic, love and hot little scenes on various objects, then this book is for you! You’ll soon find that tables are no longer for eating meals of the food variety … Bon appétit!” Under the Covers

  “The book was well written and had the perfect setting the steamy bits where really really hot and the story one of sweet romance. Well done Carrie” Bitten by Love Reviews

  Ink Inspired

  The Beginning to The Montgomery Ink Series

  By

  Carrie Ann Ryan

  Ink Inspired

  Shepard Montgomery loves the feel of a needle in his hands, the ink that he lays on another, and the thrill he gets when his art is finished, appreciated, and loved. At least that's the way it used to be. Now he's struggling to figure out why he's a tattoo artist at all as he wades through the college frat boys and tourists who just want a thrill, not a permanent reminder of their trip. Once he sees the Ice Princess walk through Midnight Ink’s doors though, he knows he might just have found the inspiration he needs.

  Shea Little has spent her life listening to her family’s desires. She went to the best schools, participated in the most proper of social events, and almost married the man her family wanted for her. When she ran from that and found a job she actually likes, she thought she’d rebelled enough. Now though, she wants one more thing—only Shepard stands in the way. She’ll not only have to let him learn more about her in order to get inked, but find out what it means to be truly free.

  Chapter One

  “Can you make her boobs bigger?”

  Shepard Montgomery raised a brow but didn’t say anything. Honestly, there really wasn’t anything he could say at the moment without laughing.

  Or kno
cking the dude out cold.

  “No, really. I want her boobs, like, enormous. Way bigger than Justin’s.”

  Shep blinked.

  “Justin’s?” he drawled, his voice gruff. Seriously, this kid was going to kill him.

  The client snorted. “Oh, you know what I mean. Justin. My friend? The chick he has inked on his back has big boobs. I want mine bigger.”

  Shep closed his eyes, trying to think of a delicate way to put the fact that, no, he did not want to ink this virgin with a big-breasted woman just because the dude wanted to show up his bro. Oh, and the other dude was totally a bro in every sense of the word. These two noobs had to be the most ignorant college pricks to ever walk in this shop demanding Shep ink them with whatever shit they wanted. Sure, he hadn’t inked Justin, but still…they didn’t even care that they would have to live the rest of their lives with shit ink—not that Shep gave shit ink—because they were fucking idiots.

  He should just tell this prick to fuck himself, but this was his job. He probably shouldn’t be so honest.

  No, wait, he didn’t actually care what this dude thought of him.

  It wasn’t as if he was trying to be the best customer service rep in the biz.

  Oh no, he didn’t give a fuck.

  “No, kid, I’m not inking you with a big-breasted woman just because you want to show up your bro.”

  The kid’s eyes widened then narrowed in that annoying rich-kid-on-daddy’s-dime sort of way.

  “Hey, I pay for it. You do it, bro. I don’t see the fucking problem. I just want a chick with big tits on my back. Bigger tits than Justin’s bitch.”

  Shep slowly put down the pen he’d been about to take notes with and scooted his stool back. His six-five frame didn’t make it comfortable, but he didn’t give a shit at the moment.

  “Okay, bro, this is how it’s gonna go. You ain’t getting a tat here. Not now. Maybe not ever. You think money gives you the right to come into the best shop in New Orleans and boss us around like you fucking own the place?”

  “It’s your job,” the little prick spat.

  “No. It’s my job to ink art on canvas. That canvas just happens to be skin. Today, though? No fucking way. Not on you. You’re welcome to come back when you got a fucking clue what you want to ink on yourself, but fuck right now, dude. You want some strange woman’s face, some generic shit on your back? It’s not even a sexy old-school pinup. No. That’s not how it’s done. You want bigger tits on the woman because you want to one-up your bro? Dude, if you ain’t got the bigger dick, that ink ain’t gonna help.”

  The kid blinked, the slow crawl of crimson staining his cheeks either from anger or embarrassment—probably a mix of both—making him look even younger than nineteen.

  “You should get a tat that means something to you, or at least isn’t a fucking joke. You don’t come in here waving your dick and ordering me around.”

  “Hey!”

  “Oh, and another thing. You ever, ever, fucking call a woman—any woman—a bitch again, I’ll knock that little smirk right off your fucking face. Get out of my chair. You’re done.”

  “Fuck you! I’ll go get my tat from a place that actually treats their customers like they’re supposed to. Not from some washed-out, has-been artist who doesn’t know shit.”

  The kid stomped out, every eye on the place following him.

  Shep closed his eyes and prayed for peace.

  Fuck.

  He was thirty-eight years old, and this was what his life had come to.

  Douchebag college boys who wanted big boobs.

  Great.

  “Smooth, dude. Why don’t you just kick the puppy next time? Make it easier,” Sassy, Midnight Ink’s receptionist and all-around crazy person, sing-songed as she walked past him.

  “Shut up, Sass, please. I’m not in the mood.”

  “You never are anymore, baby. That’s the problem. Though, honestly, I have no idea why you said yes to that little prick for a consultation in the first place. You could tell from just looking at him he’d be a B-back.”

  A B-back was a dude who said they’d be right back after they went to the ATM or gave some other lame excuse, saying they’d ‘be back’ only they’d chicken out and never come back.

  Yeah, the kid looked like he’d be one, though if he’d wanted to impress his friends enough, maybe not.

  “Sass, really? I’m not in the mood,” he grumbled as he cleaned his station. He hadn’t had a client yet that morning, but he wanted no trace of that bro near his place.

  “You should have let Caliph take it,” Sass said, an annoyingly bright grin on her face.

  Midnight Ink, their shop right on Canal Street, had several artists who worked in shifts. They didn’t have to come in every day, only if they wanted to get paid. Since everyone working there needed money to pay for shit, they all came in. Most worked on walk-ins around their scheduled clients, but a few took on only clients they’d hand-picked off the waiting lists. Those guys also only did ink with certain elements because they were the shit at it.

  Shep did a bit of everything, so, even though his shading was fucking awesome, he didn’t specialize too much. His best friend, Caliph, was the same way.

  Shep would have given his left nut to see his brick house of a best friend take on that college kid.

  “What’s this I hear about me taking on a bro?” Caliph asked, stomping through the room to his station.

  Shep was big.

  Caliph was bigger.

  And scarier.

  “Had a perfect kid for you,” Shep yelled across the shop, causing a few of the customers to turn toward him. “Wanted big tits like his bro.”

  Caliph snorted, then flipped him off. “Fuck off, Shep.”

  Ah, a decade of friendship never lost its shine.

  Shep shook his head then gave Sassy and Caliph a chin nod to say he was going out for a coffee. Sassy might make some of the best brew right in their shop, but he didn’t want to sit there too long. He needed space.

  Again.

  He needed to think, and the muggy air of New Orleans always did it for him. Sure, it wasn’t the crisp, clean air of the Rocky Mountains where he’d grown up, but he liked it. His family—who all still lived up near Denver—thought he was fucking nuts for moving down to New Orleans to set up shop, or at least find a shop he could fit into, but he loved it.

  Well, at least he used to.

  Fuck, he needed to get his head out of his ass and figure out what was wrong with his mood. He was thirty-eight, not some young kid, but sure as hell not on his way out. Maybe he needed a change.

  He just had no idea what kind of change.

  Shep turned the corner to make his way to the coffee shop then cursed as a little bit of a thing ran straight into him.

  He sucked in a breath as she looked up at him—way up at him.

  Damn, her eyes were something else. A pale, pale blue that looked almost like crystals in water on a sunny day.

  Those had to be fucking contacts because no way were those eyes real.

  “I’m so sorry, sir. I wasn’t watching where I was going. Excuse me.” The little blonde thing walked around him after she mumbled her apologies heading the other direction.

  Shep blinked.

  Well, hell. That was weird. He hadn’t even had a chance to say anything—something like “fucking sexy eyes” or anything along those lines that could have made her want join him for coffee.

  Shep shook his head. Fuck, he needed that coffee. In the long scheme of things, what he didn’t need was a wide-eyed woman who probably thought he looked like some ex-con with his full sleeves and the scar on his brow, not to mention the other piercings and tats hidden from view.

  No, he didn’t need that shit.

  What he did need? Well, that was the problem.

  He didn’t know.

  He ordered a coffee from the girl at the counter, who fluttered her lashes at him. Shep held back a groan—and not the good kind. This kid had to be
in her early twenties, if that. There was no way Shep would cross that boundary, even if she was hot as hell, which she was.

  He walked to one of the tables outside the café and sat down with his cup, not ready to go back to work yet. Fuck, if he was thinking some twenty-something was hot, maybe he just needed to get laid. That might be the answer to all his problems, though even a long night of against-the-wall sex might not be enough to get him out of his funk. The fact that he’d blown up at a silly kid just now told him something was far from good.

  He needed to figure out what the hell was going on with him, find his path, find his inspiration.

  And fast.

  Shep took a deep breath of humid New Orleans air then a sip of his coffee. Damn, he loved the coffee down here. Nothing bitter or over-brewed about it. Sure, when he went up north to Denver to visit his folks he didn’t mind the little cafés, but to Shep, nothing was better than New Orleans coffee.

  Since they were in the Deep South, it didn’t really feel as though they’d just hit the start of January. The holidays seemed like something in the distant past, and the New Year’s parties—something New Orleans did fucking right every time—were a fading memory.

  What wasn’t a memory was his resolution.

  Nope. The fact that he’d told himself this year would be different wasn’t lost on him. He’d resolved to find his inspiration and actually do art that meant something to both him and the client rather than just walk-in after walk-in.

  Shep ran a hand over his five-day-old beard and sighed.

  When the fuck had he turned into some emo teen?

  His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out of his jeans. When he saw his cousin Austin’s name on the screen, he smiled. If anyone could get him out of his funk, it was Austin.

  “Hey, what’s up?”

  “Nothing,” Austin said, his voice even deeper than Shep’s. “Just got done with a whole back piece that took six sittings. Now I’m trying to get my head out of phoenix feathers and into dragon scales.”