“All I had were nevers before you.Now, you’re my happily ever after.”
Happily Ever Never, an all-new steamy Montgomery Ink Legacy novella from New York Times bestselling author Carrie Ann Ryan is available now!
New York Times bestselling author Carrie Ann Ryan returns to the Montgomery Ink world with a blind date romance between two unlikely strangers.
I love falling in love.
Only I’m the worst at it.
My friends call me a serial first dater and I can’t blame them.
All I want is a happy ever after, yet all I find are happy ever nevers.
This is my last chance. After this set up with my friend’s tattoo artist, I’m done.
No more dating. No more chances.
If I don’t fall in love with Leo Johnson, I’ll give up on dating.
Even if it shatters my dreams in the process.
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Was it me?
The common denominator was me. Maybe I just wasn’t good at first dates. Perhaps I needed to get over myself and ignore the NO column completely. After all, I was nervous on first dates. On the other hand, maybe my dates were, too, and that was why everything ended up going horribly wrong.
In fact, the only first date I’d had recently that had been nice, albeit without sparks, had ended up being with my new employer—my friend currently in love with one of my best friends.
That wasn’t awkward at all.
“As for paying my half of the bill…I just want to get out of here. Not that I don’t love the food. You guys do make an amazing bisque.”
“We do. Will we see you soon?” the hostess asked, then cringed. “With your friends,” she amended.
I smiled, nodded, and waved, ignoring the twinge in my chest. She likely assumed I would be here again for another first date that would inevitably crash and burn.
There was that one time the guy bailed on me. Or the time another had shown up with his four kids—which was fine when I assumed it was a childcare issue. But no, he’d wanted to go on a date with his wife, needed a babysitter, and thought I could do it since I was sitting alone at the next table over.
There was the time the man showed up, grinned at me, and ended up arrested on a bench warrant halfway through the hors d’oeuvres.
At another restaurant, my date had tried to grope me under the table before we could even finish introducing ourselves.
Then there was the other married guy.
And the widower who cried in my arms as I cried with him, holding him as the waitstaff walked around us, nervously wondering what to do.
That one had broken my heart. I still talked to him and had even introduced him to his new wife, a soft and sweet woman who wasn’t the first person he’d tried to date after his late wife passed.
I had been through my share of first dates. And I hated it.
I got to my car and checked my phone for the time.
“Six-thirty p.m. That’s a new record for me.”
I rolled my eyes and started my car, heading out of the parking lot. With a sigh, I saw a familiar lit sign and smiled. I did not want to go home. I didn’t want to watch TV, read a book, or study the latest articles and research for my field. I didn’t want to prep for my day with Luke, the little boy that I adored and cared for during the day. I didn’t want to focus on my childcare management classes or the lessons I would be teaching at upcoming seminars.
I didn’t want to do any of that. So, instead, I pulled into the parking lot of Montgomery Ink Legacy, turned off the car, and hoped to see a familiar face or two.
Some days when I came here, I even brought Luke since he loved to see the man I knew would one day be his stepfather.
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