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ABOUT LOVE
RESTORED
In the first of a Montgomery Ink spin-off series
from NYT Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan, a broken man uncovers the truth of
what it means to take a second chance with the most unexpected woman…
Graham Gallagher has seen it all. And when tragedy
struck, lost it all. He’s been the backbone of his brothers, the one they all
rely on in their lives and business. And when it comes to falling in love and
creating a life, he knows what it’s like to have it all and watch it crumble.
He’s done with looking for another person to warm his bed, but apparently he
didn’t learn his lesson because the new piercer at Montgomery Ink tempts him
like no other.
Blake Brennen may have been born a trust fund baby,
but she’s created a whole new life for herself in the world of ink, piercings,
and freedom. Only the ties she’d thought she’d cut long ago aren’t as severed
as she’d believed. When she finds Graham constantly in her path, she knows from
first glance that he’s the wrong kind of guy for her. Except that Blake excels
at making the wrong choice and Graham might be the ultimate temptation for the
bad girl she’d thought long buried.
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When the game started, and the Avs took the
ice, Graham kept his attention on the players rather than the very sexy woman
beside him. His team needed his head to be in the game and not on Blake’s
curves. And, yes, he might be a little superstitious, but whatever.
At the face off, Toronto took possession of
the puck, and Blake let out a little cheer— not loud enough for others to hear,
but just those on either side of her. Holy hell, had Austin sent a traitor into
their midst? A freaking Toronto fan
at a home game for the Avalanche? What the hell was that Montgomery thinking?
He growled at her as she quietly cheered
the first Maple Leaf goal and met Derek’s eyes. Why the hell was the other man
laughing? Couldn’t he see that Blake was cheering for the wrong team? She lived
in freaking Denver for God’s sake, and considering that her family’s ancestral
home was here, she had to be a native. And yet, she cheered for Toronto? It was as if she were trying to
annoy him.
After the first period, he got up, his
hands fisting at his sides. “I need another beer.”
Owen, who had been quiet the entire time
since he was apparently answering emails on his phone, looked up. “Grab me a
soda, will you? I need some caffeine, and since I’m driving us home, I’ll let
you drink.” He winked toward Blake. “I think you’re going to need alcohol
tonight.”
Graham grunted and stomped his way through
the aisle and up the stairs so he could get a beer. Since everyone and their
mother got up during intermission, he’d have to wait in line, but maybe that
would help him cool off. He was just so freaking pissed that she would dare
root for another team. And that made no sense. Why could she get under his skin
so easily?
“Hey, Graham, wait up,” Derek said as he
jogged up behind him.
“I don’t know what you did to piss Blake
off, but I should probably let you know she’d rooting for Toronto just to
needle you.”
Graham turned. “Excuse me?”
He must have looked like he wanted to rip
someone’s arm off because a few people moved back in the line and Derek held up
his hands. “She’s a diehard Avs fan. Even owns a signed Sakic jersey and keeps
a spare she can wear during games. The signed one only comes out during the
playoffs. It’s got to be killing her to root for the other team, and it must be
because of you.”
That little witch. “How do you know it’s
not because of you?” he asked, intrigued and pissed off all at the same time
that she would do something like that.
“Because we’re friends, not close ones, but
friends. This isn’t a date or anything, just to let you know. I think she’s
single, but since my girlfriend up in Seattle would skin me if I even dared to
look at Blake that way, I’m just fine as I am. Anyway, I thought you should
know that she’s just trying to piss you off. Bro code and all that.”
Graham clenched his teeth. “Bro code.” He
ordered his beer, Owen’s soda, and paid for Derek and Blake’s drinks since
Derek had been so helpful.
“What are you going to do about Blake?”
Derek asked as they made their way back to the entrance and showed their
tickets.
“Don’t know yet.” And that was the problem.
He never knew about anything where it came to this woman. She could intrigue
him, turn him on, and piss him off all in the span of ten minutes. That had to
be a record.
He handed Owen his drink and sat back down,
studying Blake as he did so.
“What?” she asked, brows raised.
“Nothing,” he said softly. “Not yet
anyway.”
She blinked and opened her mouth to say
something, then froze as people started to chant, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” around
them.
Graham slowly looked up at the huge screen
on top of the ice and cursed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Blake laughed. “No way. No fucking way.”
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
He was pretty sure Owen was yelling the
loudest, and Graham was going to have to kick his brother’s ass when this was
over.
“Fuck it,” Graham growled and gripped the
back of Blake’s head and crushed his mouth to hers. They both froze a moment as
cheers erupted around them before he sank deeper into the kiss. He didn’t open
his mouth, wouldn’t let his tongue touch hers, but the moment of lips against
lips left him breathless.
He pulled back, his eyes wide, Blake’s even
wider.
“What the hell was that?” Blake gasped, her
cheeks slashed with red.
“I…”
He cleared his throat. “Just watch the game. And you can cheer for your
precious Avs. Don’t hurt yourself going for Toronto.”
He turned away from her and gulped half his
beer down in one go.
He could feel Blake’s eyes on him before
she turned away, and see her hands shaking out of the corner of his eye.
“Dude,” Owen whispered. “This is going to
be fun.”
“Fuck you,” Graham growled and drank the
last of his beer.
He didn’t know what had come over him, but
that had to be the last of it. There was no way he was going to go there. If he
were this unraveled and tense at the same time with just one kiss, with just
one look, he wouldn’t make it if he had her in his arms. In his bed.
Blake wasn’t for him, and damn it, he
didn’t want her to be.
The Kiss Cam could go straight to hell.
About Carrie Ann Ryan
Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.
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