Always the bridal consultant, never the bride. That was former bad girl gone business professional, Pearl Walker's life until she put her hands on Tyson Morgan while measuring him for a tux.
Tyson was happy being a miserable man, taking care of his family's land, and not involved with a woman. However, even he can't resist the pull of attraction to the beautiful, and off limits, Pearl?
The feud between the Walkers and the Morgans had torn apart friends and families for generations. What might happen when Pearl Walker and Tyson Morgan become business partners—and more?
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In 2007 – after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children – Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12
books. In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince
Publishing, and has released contemporary titles and has begun the process of taking on other authors in other genres.
Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events. She is also an accomplished martial artist, working her way to her second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do.
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WALKER
BRIDE ~ EXCERPT 4
Her intentions on bringing Tyson to the bar
had been to ease him into something—anything. Her blood had been pumping since
Tyson walked through the door of her store. What she hadn’t anticipated was
diving into family history or it upsetting her as much as it did. She was no
prude. She understood relationships and sex. Greed fueled her too. That’s why
she was so successful. What she didn’t understand was a man who would move from
woman to woman and family to family as if it were okay. Why would he think it
was okay to gamble away their savings over and over and then try and take away
what his father and his brother worked so hard to grow?
The waitress set her beer on the counter,
and she picked it up with shaking hands. The afternoon was going to be a waste
now. Tyson Morgan was going to finish his drink and get out of there
as fast as he could. Why wouldn’t he? Crazy
Walker women were not a prize anyone wanted to win.
She could feel the first two beers swimming
in her head as she walked to the table. The glass sloshed over the side a bit
as she set it down.
“You okay?”
“Fine,” she said as she picked up the
glass.
“How are you getting home?”
“I have a car.”
Tyson’s lips pursed. “Yep, but I’m not
thinking you should drive it.”
“I wasn’t going to. I’ll go back to my
store and stay there for awhile. I’m not stupid. I won’t drink and then drive.
I won’t even text.”
He actually laughed at that. “I didn’t mean
to get you all worked up over your dad.”
She set her glass down and leaned in over
the table. “Are you attracted to me?”
His eyes widened, and his face went pale.
“Of course. You’re a very beautiful woman.”
“Why don’t you have one?”
“One what?”
“A woman?”
He finished his beer and let out a long
breath. “Don’t need one.”
WALKER
BRIDE ~ EXCERPT 5
Pearl watched him drive away from the small
window next to the door. What had she done? She’d acted like an idiot that’s
what she’d done. Why in the world had she gotten so worked up over him? Walking
away from the door, she went to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of water out of
the refrigerator. Her steady craft beer buzz was wearing off. Maybe she should have
just stayed at work and brought her car home later.
Stupidly enough, she’d thought maybe she
could convince Tyson to come in. Maybe they could spend some time together. The
very thought had her tensing up. What had driven her to be so lonely that she
was hitting on her cousin’s family—Lydia’s brother? She’d never made a move on
the man—never. But today? What was so stellar about today?
Pearl walked to the living room and plopped
herself down on the couch. She kicked her bare feet up on the coffee table and
rested her head back. Weddings never used to bother her. She saw happy brides walk
in and out of her store all the time. But ever since Susan and Eric got engaged
and Bethany and Kent followed right behind, she’d felt the pang of longing for someone.
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, she
thought to herself as she sipped from the bottle of water. But what did it
matter? She was thirty-three years old, had her own place, her own business,
and her own paid off car. She didn’t need a man for anything—well except for companionship.
She squeezed the bottle, and it overflowed
onto her lap. With a jump, she came off the couch and cursed. “This is stupid.
Tyson Morgan isn’t worth getting all worked up over,” she said aloud as if that
would make all the difference.
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