Bourbon Promises (Bourbon Canyon)

by Walker Rose

I, apparently, liked a brooding man.

I was not Gideon’s type. I swallowed hard. He hated my family. Remember?

Could I, Autumn Kerrigan, small-town teacher, do something that a Vegas CEO as powerful as Gideon James found sexy?

My mouth curled into a sneer. I didn’t want kids, but the idea of another man’s baby in her belly ignited a feral response.

“You’d be smart to shut your mouth right goddamn now.” I bit back a growl. “No one talks to my wife like that.”