Carrie Ann Ryan's Blog, page 74

Written in Ink Excerpt 11

Written in Ink is out in the wild! How about a new excerpt?

Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Google Play | ARe 

(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

Damn those Montgomerys.

She took a deep breath then turned toward Maya’s station, just about swallowing her tongue as she did.

Griffin sat facing the back of the chair, his thick thighs spread so he could straddle the damn thing. He had his arms folded in front of his face, though he didn’t lean on them. Instead, he turned his head to look over his shoulder at Maya as they talked about placement or whatever.

Autumn would not have an orgasm from the sight of him alone. She would not.

She pressed her thighs together and cursed the day Griffin Montgomery had been born.

She wasn’t sure what Maya would be doing to Griffin’s shoulder and back that day, and she wasn’t sure she had the energy to stay there and watch. She had to keep whatever…this was to herself. There was no use lusting after a man she worked for—a man she’d eventually leave when it became too dangerous to stay.

 

Written in Ink Excerpt 10

Written in Ink is out in the wild! How about a new excerpt?

Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Google Play | ARe 

(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

Autumn normally wouldn’t hit a man. She wasn’t prone to violence, but Griffin might end up the exception to the rule. The damn man frustrated her to no end, and it didn’t help that he looked freaking hot all growly and stubborn. Add in a sheen of sweat and that broody glare, and she’d had to take deep breaths to keep under control.

Apparently, she was attracted to assholes.

Good to know.

It didn’t help that she had to work for the damn man. First day on the job and she was already storming out, angry beyond measure, and genuinely upset that she’d caved at his demand for her to leave. She knew he hadn’t wanted a true personal assistant working with him, but she hadn’t known he’d be so resistant to the idea of help in any sort of way. He desperately needed it—if only to help him clear away the clutter in his mind. But he didn’t want that. He wanted to do everything himself.

Yet he wasn’t doing that, was he?

Freaking man.

With a sigh, she pushed open the doors to Montgomery Ink and let her shoulders relax—somewhat. Ink and friends would help. They always did.

Laughter, the buzzing of needles, and the deep growl of Austin’s voice filled her ears, and she let out another sigh—this one happier. She could totally be at home in a tattoo shop. If only she knew how to tattoo. She could draw, but not like the immense talent of those in front of her.

“Autumn!” Callie, one the artists, came up to her, arms outstretched. Autumn leaned into them, inhaling Callie’s sweet, floral scent. The woman bounced around like she had all the energy in the world, and looked kick ass while doing it. It helped that she was one of the younger people in the Montgomery world. It also helped that Callie was married to one damn fine man, who did his best to care for her every need.

No, that wasn’t jealousy. Not even a little. Okay, maybe a little.

Video Q&As!

I’ve been answering your questions on my YouTube channel! I’m getting the hang of it. I think LOL

I’m going to do the next Q&A Video soon so if you have a question, let me know!

http://bit.ly/1Rra1ip

Written in Ink Excerpt 9

Written in Ink is out in the wild! How about a new excerpt?

Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Google Play | ARe 

(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

Griffin was in hell. A hot hell where the voices in his head didn’t talk to him anymore and his cock was so hard he was afraid he’d rip through his jeans and embarrass himself.

Why had he told his mother that having Autumn over was an acceptable thing? Oh, yeah, he hadn’t. He’d slightly given in but not fully. It wasn’t like he could truly say no to his mom. Add in his three sisters, and he was screwed. He didn’t like people in his space while he was working. Well, he didn’t like people in his space on days he wasn’t working either.

He had family over when he had to, and even let his cousins stay over since he had the most space for them. But that didn’t mean he had to like it. Of course, none of this actually had to do with why he felt like he was in hell currently.

No, that privilege went to the woman currently humming in his living room.

Humming. Like she was actually happy about cleaning up after him. Damn it. He was an animal. A pig. A teenager who refused to clean his room because he was a fucking lazy screwup.

Of course, he hadn’t truly thought that until he had a woman he didn’t know but thought was fucking sexy as hell standing in his home and looking on in disgust. He wasn’t filthy. There wasn’t trash sitting around with bugs and shit, but still, he was cluttered. He knew that. He cleaned up when he could, and honestly, right now was the worst it had ever been.

And it was all because of this book.

This damn book that he couldn’t write.

And, of course, he wasn’t writing it like he should be right then because of her.

Fall.

Autumn.

Her.

 

Written in Ink Excerpt 8

Written in Ink is out in the wild! How about a new excerpt?

Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Google Play | ARe 

(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

“What are you going to do for me? Hold my hand when I try to write?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, get over yourself, writer boy. I’m not going to look over your shoulder while you try to put words on paper because, hell, I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to writing. But I can help you with other things. First, your place is a mess. How you can breathe in here is beyond me. And I hope to God you bring your dates to their homes or a hotel or something because one look at this house and they’d run screaming.”

She shut her mouth, her eyes widening. She so did not need to think of him with his dates. Now, she could only imagine him naked above his date—who happened to be her, of course—sliding in and out of her oh so slowly, his gaze on hers, never breaking contact. He’d flex his ass as he slowly tilted his hips up, fucking her with such a sweet seduction that she’d come achingly long over his cock before he filled her, groaning her name as he fell off the high cliff along with her.

Her cheeks burned, and Griffin tilted his head, studying her. “I don’t bring my dates here. But I’d pay a whole hell of a lot to find out what just went through your mind just then, Fall.”

That brought her out of her embarrassment. “Fall? Really? Are you like twelve? I thought you were a writer. Can’t you come up with something a bit more clever?”

“I could, but I like the look on your face when I say it. It’s a mix of annoyance and laughter that I can’t quite place. So you’re stuck with that if you’re not going to just go away.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Fine. But I don’t know what cleaning my house will do. I’m still not bringing dates here because this is my place. The one you’re currently invading. And while I’m here, I need to work, yet I don’t think you cleaning will help with that.”

“It couldn’t hurt.” The word invading irked her, but she ignored it. He’d just have to get over himself.

“You’d think. But I fired the other cleaning services because they messed with my writing time.”

“Put on headphones, then. Because I’m cleaning. And cooking because you can’t survive on coffee, takeout, and the occasional meal at a family member’s for long. You’re in your thirties. You need to take care of yourself.”

From the look of his body, good genes and working out helped, but the damn man needed vitamins, as well.

Enough thinking about his body.

 

Written in Ink Excerpt 7

Written in Ink is out in the wild! How about a new excerpt?

Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Google Play | ARe 

(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

“That bad?” Griffin asked, holding out a coffee cup. “I think I remember you having sugar and cream in your coffee at Taboo. I don’t have fresh cream so you’re stuck with the powered stuff. Sorry.”

She took the cup that looked clean and full of fresh coffee from him. He raised a brow then took a deep drink from his mug after blowing on it.

“Ahh…” he whispered into his cup, looking down at his coffee like it was made from the gods, rather than a machine. “I don’t have anything in this house most days, but I always have coffee. I used to have groceries delivered, but then I got stuck in my book and forgot to order again. But coffee? I have that on an automatic delivery.” He quirked a grin at her, and she was pretty sure her womb clenched.

Seriously. Her womb.

How the hell was that even possible? And come to think of it, that kind of clenching wasn’t sexy in the least. This man was single-handedly burning her brain cells. Soon, she’d have a single brain cell left, singing a sad little tune about being lonely.

 

 

Written in Ink Excerpt 6

Written in Ink is out in the wild! How about a new excerpt?

Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Google Play | ARe 

(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

The door opened with her hand in the air, hovering just off the door while she contemplated running back to her car and leaving Denver altogether. She blinked, her mouth going dry once again at the sight of him.

Griffin stood in the doorway, his hair disheveled as if he’d just woken up and hadn’t bothered to run his hands through it in an attempt to tame it. He also had lines from his pillow on his face, and his eyes were only partially open—the early morning light much too harsh for him.

Her gaze traveled down from his face to his bare chest and she had to force herself to not lick her rapidly drying lips. He had a sprinkling of hair on his torso—no over-manscaping for him—and ink on his pec, sides, and part of his neck. His washboard abs looked like he spent hours at the gym, yet not crazy like some of the overly muscled men looked. The deep V at his hips pointed to a nice happy trail that ended at the top of the jeans he’d left unbuttoned. From the look of him, he’d hastily put on a pair of pants to get to the door, but hadn’t bothered to button the fly…or put on underwear.

Was it getting hot out? She was pretty sure she could feel sweat roll down her back at the sight of him.

“You.” His voice was gruff, unused.

She shot her gaze to his face as he ran his hand over his beard. “Me.”

Oh, good. Articulate. Mature. Professional.

 

Written in Ink Excerpt 5

Written in Ink is out in the wild! How about a new excerpt?

Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Google Play | ARe 

(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

 

What the hell had she been thinking? Autumn didn’t just react when it came to her life. She couldn’t afford to. It might look like she went from job to job, place to place, without second thoughts or a care in her head, but she worked hard at that misconception. She didn’t move without doing as much research as possible so she could make sure she wasn’t followed. Or at least be as sure as she could. She also didn’t take jobs randomly, despite the fact that she had held so many since high school her resume looked as if it had been patchworked from four different people rather than merely one. That was, of course, if she’d actually had a resume…

Yet when Meghan has approached her with the offhand comment of helping Griffin, she’d said yes. Griffin’s sister had wanted to help her brother but knew she couldn’t do it all. While Autumn was happy Meghan wasn’t trying to take everything on herself, she shouldn’t have said yes to the other woman.

It made no sense.

Sure she could clean, cook, organize, program and pretty much do most of the things Meghan thought Griffin needed, but she shouldn’t have said yes. The damned man had called her Fall.

Yeah, he’d rolled his eyes after he’d said it, so at least he hadn’t been too serious. And to be honest, she’d laughed a little at the joke because it was that bad, but still. She shouldn’t be getting closer to the Montgomerys. She should be severing ties so she could pack up and leave as soon as she could. She’d done her damndest over time to make sure no one truly knew who she was. That way, by the time she moved away, people would only remember a faint whisper of her presence. Unlike here, where she’d been given nicknames and worked with the whole family in one way or another.

The damn Montgomerys sure knew how to wrap a person up in their web of family, connection, and happiness.

It was enough to give a girl on the run an ulcer.

 

Well, shit.

 

Written in Ink Excerpt 4

Written in Ink is out in the wild! How about a new excerpt?

Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Google Play | ARe 

(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

“Who?” he asked again, his fists clenching.

“Autumn, of course,” Meghan said with a smile. “Who else would be able to handle you and your bad tempers other than Fall?”

“And you can’t say no,” his mother reminded him. “It’s already taken care of. You’re stuck with her, and you will treat her with respect. Got me, boy?”

Griffin closed his eyes and groaned. Well, fuck. “Autumn? You’re kidding me, right? I thought she worked with Meghan?”

“She does,” Meghan answered. “And she will work with you. And you’ll be happy about it. Because if you mess with her and piss her off, she’ll kick your ass. And then I’ll kick your ass because she’s my friend.”

Griffin wanted to kick the girls out and stomp back to his room. There was no way this would work. Autumn would take one look at his place and run away. There was no way she’d want to stay and work with him. There was also no way he’d be able to deal with her so close to him while he was trying to figure out what the fuck to do with his book.

Maybe that was it. Maybe he’d let her see what she was in for and let her walk away. Because no matter what, Autumn couldn’t be his personal assistant. No one could. He lived alone, worked alone, and breathed alone. It was the way he’d worked so far, and damn it, it was the way he would continue to work.

There wasn’t another option.

Autumn wouldn’t last long, and then she’d be out of his life forever.

And why the hell did that make his stomach hurt? For that reason and more, he knew he had to find a way out of this. Only he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that with the women in his life staring at him the way they were. They wanted Autumn in his life, and the damned woman had said yes. And it looked like Griffin didn’t have a choice at all.

Well, shit.

 

Written in Ink Excerpt 3

Written in Ink is out in the wild! How about a new excerpt?

Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Google Play | ARe 

(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

Why the long faces?” a voice said from her side.

She looked up—way up—at the sexiest man she’d ever seen. And considering the hot as hell at her table right then, that was saying something. He had a day’s growth of beard on his firm jaw, and cheekbones that looked like they could cut glass. He was seriously pretty in a ruggedly handsome, I’m-in-a-bad-mood-so-don’t-fuck-with-me sort of way. His hair was dark brown like the rest of the Montgomerys, and he’d cut it shorter on the sides but kept it long and spiked on top. From the way it went every which way, it also looked like he ran his fingers through it often. His dark blue eyes were also a Montgomery trait, but for some reason, she couldn’t help but feel like there was something…more to them than merely blue. Though she wasn’t sure what just then.

He looked like he’d rushed to put on a white button up shirt, but didn’t bother to button the bottom one or tuck it in. He’d also rolled up his sleeves, showing his tan skin and intricate ink. She wanted to lick up every inch of him, and from the way he looked at her, he knew it.

She cleared her throat as Tabby nudged her.

“Autumn? You okay?” Decker asked, giving her a knowing look. She’d have flipped him off, but she didn’t want to deal with any more questions about her reaction to the man in front of her.

He was a Montgomery, and since she’d met the rest of them except for Alex, who was in rehab, this had to be Griffin. The writer. The mysterious one, who had so far evaded her. Even in the hospital when she’d visited Meghan and Luc she hadn’t met him; and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

This reaction was surely not good for her.

“I’m fine.” She took a quick sip of her water since her voice sounded a bit too throaty for her. “What’s up?”

Storm winked. “Well, cupcake, we were just introducing you to Griffin, but you seemed lost in space.”

“Don’t call me cupcake,” she said absently, then turned back to Griffin and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Griffin.”