The Montgomery Ink series continues with the brother that deserves a second chance, and the woman who has always loved him.
Alex Montgomery lost his first love and then proceeded to leave himself in the bottle. Only he and his ex-wife truly know why he fell so hard and so fast down a path he never thought he’d take. Now he’s clean, out of rehab, and learning how to be a Montgomery once again—a task that isn’t quite as easy as some of his family assumes.
Tabby Collins is an honorary Montgomery and the organizational mastermind behind Montgomery Inc., the family’s construction company. She loves her planners, friends, and a certain dark-haired man who’s never given her a second glance.
Alex is slowly re-immersing himself back into the world, but the demons he faced before aren’t out of the picture, and he’ll have to learn to rely on others to make it out whole. When Alex discovers that Tabby’s life is in danger, he not only finds a way to help her but also learns the true woman behind the soft smiles he’s always seen. Their romance won’t be an easy one, but nothing this passionate and heart-pounding ever is.
Tabby stood up quickly and gripped her planner—her lifeline—before making her way to him. And though she’d walked through the room countless times before in the heels she wore, the front of her left foot hit the hardwood at just the right spot—or wrong spot depending on how you looked at it.
She tripped, her hands flailing out in front of her. Her planner shot out one way, her pens the other. The others called out to her, and though everything happened in seconds, she could hear each individual voice and see the panicked look in Alexander’s eyes.
Before she hit the ground, though, strong arms wrapped around her and brought her to a hard chest. She grunted as the breath got knocked out of her, and she slid her feet along the floor until she found her balance. Alexander held her firmly to him, his head lowered. She looked up at him, mortified.
“Uh, thank you.”
“You okay?” His voice was low, a bit gruff, and did such horrible things to her. She wanted to press herself flush to his chest and take a bite out of his chin.
And that was not Tabitha Collins.
She didn’t drape herself around a man and swoon like some Regency heroine.
She pulled herself away and straightened her clothes. “Thanks for catching me. I seem to like making an entrance...even after I’m already in the room.” Storm had picked up her planner, and she took it from him, resisting the urge to clutch it to her chest and make sure it was unharmed.
“So, now that I’ve shown you my graceful walking skills, let’s head over to the office.” She turned on her heel—carefully this time—and strode toward the rooms in the back, careful not to make eye contact.
She’d just made a fool of herself in front of the man her heart refused to forget, and now she had to work with him on this next project. Closely.
It seemed today was going to be a very long day.
About Carrie Ann Ryan