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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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.
“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?”
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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