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Authors: Leeanna Morgan

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All of Me (The Bridesmaids Club Book 1)

Contents

Title Page

About This Book

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Contact Leeanna

Excerpt from Loving You

Booklist

ALL OF ME

The Bridesmaids Club, Book 1

by Leeanna Morgan

Copyright © 2015 Leeanna Morgan

Amazon Edition

ISBN
9780994119001

Published by Rogan Press

For more information visit
http://www.leeannamorgan.com

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is co-incidental.

All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the US Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior permission of the author.

 

About this Book

 

Four friends. Twenty-two bridesmaids’ dresses.

One random act of kindness that will change their lives forever.

Tess has given up looking for Mr. Right, but that doesn’t mean she’s given up on love. When she reads a newspaper article about a young couple who’ve had everything stolen from their home, including four bridesmaids’ dresses, she knows she has to help.

But by helping the bride, Tess risks exposing a past she doesn’t want anyone to know about. She does everything she can to minimize the danger she’s in, but she does the one thing guaranteed to destroy everything  - she falls in love with the wrong man.
Logan Allen has spent most of his career reporting on the news from around the world. When a letter arrives from Afghanistan, the trauma he’s been living with is about to explode back into his life. He betrayed a small Afghan village and Tess thinks he’s betrayed her.
From their first random act of kindness comes an experience Logan and Tess will never forget. And maybe, if they work together, they can create a future that’s better than anything they’ve left behind.
The Bridesmaids Club is a spin-off series linked to the Montana Brides and Emerald Lake Billionaires series. For news of my latest releases, please visit
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Other Contemporary Romances by
Le
eanna Morgan:

 

The Bridesmaids Club

(Linked to Montana Brides & Emerald Lake Billionaires):

Book 1: All of Me
(Tess and Logan)

Book 2: Loving You
(Annie and Dylan)

Book 3: Head Over Heels
(Sally and Todd)

Book 4: Sweet on You
(Molly and Jacob)

 

Montana Brides

(Linked to The Bridesmaids Club & Emerald Lake Billionaires):

Book 1: Forever Dreams
(Gracie and Trent)

Book 2: Forever in Love
(Amy and Nathan)

Book 3: Forever After
(Nicky and Sam)

Book 4: Forever Wishes
(Erin and Jake)

Book 4.5 Forever Santa
(A Montana Brides Christmas Novella)

Book 5: Forever Cowboy
(Emily and Alex)

Book 6: Forever Together
(Kate and Dan)

Book 7: Forever and a Day
(Sarah and Jordan)

 

Emerald Lake Billionaires

(Linked to The Bridesmaids Club & Montana Brides):

Book 1: Sealed with a Kiss
(Rachel and John)

Book 2: Playing for Keeps
(Sophie and Ryan)

Book 3: Crazy Love
(Holly and Daniel)

 

 

 

 

This book is dedicated to the man who worked in a shoe store in New York City twenty-five years ago.

 

Your random act of kindness helped a lost twenty-one year old find her hotel. I will be forever grateful to you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

Tess stared at the cartons of buttermilk she’d left on the counter overnight. By mistake.

She wouldn’t panic. She’d strutted down the runways of top fashion houses in Europe, stood in front of photographers wearing haute couture masterpieces. She would not cry over a little sour milk.

Except it wasn’t a little bit. It was her last four quarts. She’d promised the Groovy Grans Motorcycle Club that she’d have blueberry buttermilk pancakes ready for them at seven o’clock. She checked her watch. In an hour and a half, she’d have fifteen unhappy grans standing in her café, wondering what had happened to their breakfast.

She needed buttermilk and she needed it fast. She took a deep breath and grabbed her jacket. Safeway would be open. She could race across Bozeman, buy the buttermilk and be back in fifteen minutes. She’d make the pancakes. Then she’d start on the muffins, cakes, pies and scones that her other customers would be waiting for.

She opened the front door, raced across to her car, then remembered her wallet. She searched her pockets for the keys to her café. She thought she’d put them in her jacket pocket. She looked on the passenger seat, the back seats. They weren’t there. Maybe she’d tossed them in her tote bag?

The one that was sitting inside the café with her wallet.

This couldn’t be happening. It really couldn’t. She turned the handle on the front door, hoping for a miracle. It was locked. She rested her head against the glass and tried to think like a logical, mature, twenty-nine-year-old instead of the ditzy blonde that needed to break into her own business.

“Everything okay?”

Tess looked sideways and sighed. Logan Allen, local multi-award winning reporter, and the one man guaranteed to make a good day turn bad, stood beside her.

“Tess?”

“I’m fine.” She let go of the door handle and turned to Logan. He’d been running. Sweat trickled down his face, wet his t-shirt until it stuck to his wide chest and bulging biceps. Not that she was looking. Not much anyway.

Tess refused to find his dark hair and deep brown eyes attractive. She’d spent most of her life around male models that were so handsome they took her breath away. But she’d learned the hard way that those looks could hide a heart of steel.

“It doesn’t look as though you’re fine.” His eyes skated over her blonde hair and flushed face. “You look…frazzled.”

“That’s a big word for five-thirty in the morning. You could use it in one of your stories,” she said sweetly.

“Yeah. A homicide. Blonde café owner found dead in the street after insulting a reporter.”

“There you go. Another Pulitzer Prize winning story in the making.”

Logan crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Now that we’ve gotten over our first insult for the day, do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I need buttermilk for pancakes, except I left my wallet in the café.”

“Let me guess? Your front door keys are sitting in the café, too?”

Tess glared at the smile on his face. “I’m going to check my car. My keys might have fallen down the side of the seat.” She crossed the sidewalk and open the passenger door of her trusty Toyota. She hunted under the seat, beside the seat, in the glove compartment, anywhere she could think of.

“Have you checked the trunk?”

Tess pulled herself out of her car. “Why would I put them in the trunk?”

“I don’t know? Maybe you opened it to stash a dead body inside? Or maybe you put your groceries in there like the rest of us mere mortals?”

Tess kept her lips clamped tight. She didn’t have time to bicker with him. She opened her trunk and put her car keys in her pocket. “What is it with you and dead bodies? Has something happened that you’re not telling me about?”

“There’s lots I don’t tell you,” Logan muttered as he started hunting through the mess in her trunk. “You’ve got an entire closet full of clothes in here.”

“I have not. It’s my emergency gear. You know, if I need a change of trousers, a jacket or a sweater.”

He pulled out a slinky evening dress. “This is an emergency item?”

Tess snatched the scrap of pale pink silk out of his hands. “I forgot to take it inside,” she muttered.

“Looks like someone else has things they’d sooner not share.” He moved a pair of sneakers and grinned. “The keys to your café wouldn’t have a coffee cup on the tag would they?”

“You’ve found them?”

He dangled the keys in front of his chest. “What are they worth?”

The smile fell off Tess’ face. “What do you mean?”

“Did I tell you I like your buttermilk pancakes? Especially the ones with bacon and maple syrup.”

It must have been the early morning air, but Tess felt disappointed that the keys were going to be hers so easily. Knowing how Logan’s mind worked she’d expected something more challenging, more daring. “You don’t need to tell me how much you like pancakes. You eat enough of them to sink a ship.”

“I’m flattered you’ve noticed.” He stepped forward, until their noses were almost touching. “I’ll trade the keys for a high stack. Ten pancakes, crispy bacon and a side bowl of syrup.”

Tess lifted the keys out of his fingers. “Fine. But unless I get to the store and back in ten minutes you won’t be eating anything.”

“Do you want me to buy what you need?”

“What do you mean?”

He held out his hand. “Give me your car keys. I’ll go to Safeway, pick up what you need, then bring it back here. You can start the other things you need to bake.”

“I don’t…I mean…” Tess stared at him. She was sure there must have been a catch in his offer somewhere.

“Say, ‘Yes, Logan. You’re such a wonderful person that I’ll throw in as much coffee as you can drink when you get back.’”

Tess had never said yes to Logan, and his sparkling brown eyes and lopsided grin wouldn’t change her mind. “You need a shave.”

Logan looked down at her mouth. “Say yes.”

She took a step backward and passed him her car keys. “Thank you.”

He frowned and dropped the keys to the café into her outstretched hand. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Wait. I’ll give you some money.”

“You can pay me back later. How much buttermilk do you need?”

“You’d better buy five cartons. Get the organic buttermilk. It’s with the other milk at the back of the store.”

“Organic buttermilk. Five cartons. Anything else?”

Tess was holding the front door keys so tight that they dug into her fingers. “Are you sure you want to do this for me? You’re hot and sweaty. You haven’t warmed down. You’ll get cramp.”

Logan scowled at her. “I’ll be back soon.”

And then he folded all six-foot-five inches of sweaty man into the front seat of her Toyota Corolla. Tess didn’t hang around to watch him. She had things to do, food to bake and a coffee machine that needed to be turned on.

 

***

Logan arrived back at Angel Wings Café not knowing what to expect. Tess could be so stubborn and annoying. She drove him insane with the snippy comments that were never far from her tongue.

But there was something about her, something that made him want to keep coming back. What he didn’t understand was why he seemed to be the only person in Bozeman she didn’t like, but he was going to find out.

He knocked on the front door of the café and waited. Tess hurried across the room and hauled him inside by the arm.

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