He loved her from the moment he saw her. Now he has to fight to keep her. Carrie Ann Ryan's Montgomery Ink: Colorado Springs series continues with JAGGED INK, which is available now!
About JAGGED INK
The Montgomery Ink: Colorado Springs series continues with a couple fighting to keep what they thought they had and gain what they didn’t know they needed.
Roxie Montgomery met her soul mate when she least expected it. When he asked her to marry her, she thought her happily ever after was only just beginning. Then, she found that walking into the sunset was much harder than her favorite books made it out to be. After a crushing loss, she feels as though she doesn’t know her husband anymore, or rather…she doesn’t know herself.
Carter Marshall has loved Roxie since the first time he saw her. But as the days pass between them, so does the distance. He doesn’t know how to show her that he’s all in, and honestly doesn’t know if she’s in at all. When an accident changes everything, they’ll have to decide if what they have can be salvaged, or if starting over is the answer. Or even possible.
Without fighting, without a true new beginning, sometimes, the remnants of what was lost can leave anyone jagged, shells of what they were before. It will take more than the idea of forever for Roxie and Carter to find themselves again, but as the Montgomerys know, nothing worth fighting for is easy.
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Read an Excerpt from JAGGED INKThey still had a couple of hours before bed, but neither of them commented on that. They were just going to go their separate ways, a prelude to what would happen as soon as Carter was completely healed.
Roxie gave him a tight nod and then went upstairs. He did his best not to look at her. Because when he looked at her, he ached.
Because he missed his wife. He missed her smile, he missed everything about her.
He missed the way she would laugh at something inane and then bury her face in her hands because she knew that it was silly to laugh at it.
He missed her touch, her taste. Yeah, he missed sex, but it wasn’t like they’d had sex recently. They used to have their hands on each other all the time.
And then she’d stopped talking.
She’d stopped smiling.
And he couldn’t figure out how to make her do either of them again. He’d tried, but it hadn’t worked.
And then, eventually, he’d stopped trying altogether.
And she hadn’t done anything about it.
So, this was his fault. Because he had tried, and he’d failed. It would always be his fault. Always.