Shepard Montgomery loves the feel of a needle in his hands, the ink that he lays on another, and the thrill he gets when his art is finished, appreciated, and loved. At least that’s the way it used to be. Now he’s struggling to figure out why he’s a tattoo artist at all as he wades through the college frat boys and tourists who just want a thrill, not a permanent reminder of their trip. Once he sees the Ice Princess walk through Midnight Ink’s doors though, he knows he might just have found the inspiration he needs.
Shea Little has spent her life listening to her family’s desires. She went to the best schools, participated in the most proper of social events, and almost married the man her family wanted for her. When she ran from that and found a job she actually likes, she thought she’d rebelled enough. Now though, she wants one more thing—only Shepard stands in the way. She’ll not only have to let him learn more about her in order to get inked, but find out what it means to be truly free.
Montgomery Ink, Tome 0.5 : Ink Inspired
“Can you make her boobs bigger?”
Shepard Montgomery raised a brow but didn’t say anything. Honestly, there really wasn’t anything he could say at the moment without laughing.
Or knocking the dude out cold.
“No, really. I want her boobs, like, enormous. Way bigger than Justin’s.”
“Justin’s?” he drawled, his voice gruff. Seriously, this kid was going to kill him.
The client snorted. “Oh, you know what I mean. Justin. My friend? The chick he has inked on his back has big boobs. I want mine bigger.”
Shep closed his eyes, trying to think of a delicate way to put the fact that, no, he did not want to ink this virgin with a big-breasted woman just because the dude wanted to show up his bro. Oh, and the other dude was totally a bro in every sense of the word. These two noobs had to be the most ignorant college pricks to ever walk in this shop demanding Shep ink them with whatever shit they wanted. Sure, he hadn’t inked Justin, but still…they didn’t even care that they would have to live the rest of their lives with shit ink—not that Shep gave shit ink—because they were fucking idiots.
He should just tell this prick to fuck himself, but this was his job. He probably shouldn’t be so honest.
No, wait, he didn’t actually care what this dude thought of him.
It wasn’t as if he was trying to be the best customer service rep in the biz.
Oh no, he didn’t give a fuck.
“No, kid, I’m not inking you with a big-breasted woman just because you want to show up your bro.”
The kid’s eyes widened then narrowed in that annoying rich-kid-on-daddy’s-dime sort of way.
“Hey, I pay for it. You do it, bro. I don’t see the fucking problem. I just want a chick with big tits on my back. Bigger tits than Justin’s bitch.”
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