Inked Temptation (Inked Series, #1)

By: Kay Maree


Aleisha Maree and Kirstymarie, you ladies push me daily and I couldn’t have finished this book without your constant love, support and encouragement.

I fight for strength, to breath and to earn my wings every day and no matter what time it is, I know you girls have my back.

So, I dedicate Ally & Xavier’s story to you two beautiful souls and I hope you push for strength, for breath and for the wings you need in life to make your souls complete.

Love you girls hard.

Friends for life. xx


First a huge thank you to my family - without your love and support I wouldn’t be where I am today.

Secondly, I want to thank my beautiful editor Susan Horsnell. You are amazing, special, kind and so much more. You always go above and beyond to help me and there are never enough thank yous in the world to repay what you do for me.

To my Beta girls, you ladies are amazing and encouraging and no matter what I throw at you, you eat it up and still ask for more. I love you crazy girls, keep being you and never let anyone dull your sparkle.

Leanna, Cynthia, Amanda, Tania, Annmarie, Kristine, Erica, Zoe, Ianeta & Julie.

To all my Readers -thank you so much for taking a chance on my book babies. I hope they touch your lives just as much as they touch mine. You guys are amazing keep being you, fight over book boyfriends, keep stalking the Authors you love, but also remember to raise your face to the sun and feel the heat flush against your skin, Dance in the rain just to remind yourself you’re alive. It’s the simple moments in life which keep us pushing forward. Fight for strength, love and the happily ever after you deserve.

Love you all, you guys make my heart full.

Kay Maree xx


“Morning Button,” my father calls out as I make my way into the

kitchen. I find him flipping pancakes like a pro.

“Morning Dad.” I cross to where he is standing at the stove, wrap my arms around his waist and he bends down to kiss the top of my head.

“How did you sleep?”

Releasing my hold, I head to the fridge and grab the orange juice before moving to the small dining table.

I turn to smile at him. “Great, did Mom get away okay this morning?” Mum was heading to Queensland for a couple of days with a few of her friends.


I look over my shoulder to see him nodding and peering through the kitchen window with a faraway look on his face. I know they’ve been having troubles lately, I hear them arguing at night when they think I’m sleeping. My parents never argue in front of me and I know it’s mostly because my father won’t allow it. He doesn’t want me seeing their animosity toward each other. But, I’m eighteen now, not a little girl anymore. I’m aware they’ve been having problems for a long time and as much as I love my parents, my mother is far from maternal. I’ve heard her a few times, late at night, telling my father the only reason she had me was because of him. It hurts a little less each time she says it. I guess I’ve become used to the way she is, I can’t change her so, I try not to let it worry me. My father loves me dearly and only ever wants me to be happy, I just wish he would realize, I want him to be happy too. Whether it’s with my mother, or on his own, everybody deserves to be happy. Especially my dad.

“Ally!” Dad’s shout breaks into my thoughts.

Shaking my head, I make my way towards the cupboard to grab some glasses.

“Sorry, dad.”

“You looked like you were off with the pixies.” He laughs and shakes his head at me as he plates up the mouthwatering pancakes.

“Is everything ok, Button?” Concern is clear in his voice and I hate that I have worried him.

I smile at his pet name for me. He used to call me Button Nose, but when I turned fourteen. I told him I was getting too old for it. So, he shortened it to Button and won’t budge. I won’t ever admit it, but I kind of like it.

“Yeah everything is perfect, I was just...” I don’t get to finish my sentence when the doorbell sounds

“I’ll grab the door, here pop these on the table” I hand him the glasses and hurry towards the front door. I glance at the clock on the wall as I pass, it’s 8:30 am. I wonder who would be calling this early on a Saturday morning. Pulling the door open, I’m surprised to find my ex-boyfriend, Luke, standing before me.