Walker Rose > Quotes

“The groan that left my mouth when I tasted the farm-fresh eggs was shameful. I sounded like I was getting my dick sucked, which wasn’t going to happen after the way Autumn had shut down on me last night.”
― Walker Rose, Bourbon Promises

“I needed to feel like I wasn’t the only one whose world as they knew it was slowly crumbling around them.”
― Walker Rose, Bourbon Promises

“She was so quiet. I’d never seen Summer quiet. She fit her name. Bold. Bright. Sunshine. The embodiment of confidence and happiness. As a kid, she’d been bossy, opinionated, and stubborn. Time might’ve polished her, but her edges couldn’t be dulled. If she didn’t want to be around anyone, that made me her guy. Not her man. Never her man.”
― Walker Rose, Bourbon Runaway

“I don’t want to marry you.” His features went deathly still and that vibe grew stifling. I didn’t see him move his arm until the slap rang through the hallway. My head snapped to the side, but even then, I needed an extra second to figure out why. He’d slapped me. I put my hand to my face. Stinging heat spread through my cheek, and he crowded close. “We’re not playing this game today,” he said in a low, threatening voice. “You hit me.” “That was not a hit. Now, go back to your room. Clean that shit off your face and don’t come out until you’re my gorgeous bride.”
― Walker Rose, Bourbon Runaway

“You made the decision you made for a reason. To doubt that now is useless. To think about what you should’ve done is disingenuous. You aren’t the same person. You didn’t have the luxury of knowing the future and how it’d all turn out.”
― Walker Rose, Bourbon Harmony

“Let’s get you to bed, darling.” I shook my head. “No. No ‘darling.’ That sounds fake as hell.” The perplexed expression was back on his face. “Excuse me?” “Have you called other girls darling?” His mouth tightened. “Right. So if I called you big boy, would you feel a little . . . diminished?” “That’s an oxymoron, is it not?” “So were they.” I shrugged and hiccupped. “If you call me darling again, I’ll salt your dinner so bad your mouth is going to feel like the Sahara for a week.”
― Walker Rose, Bourbon Promises

“Humiliation spread through my body where shock had just been. How had I not seen it? “You’re not embarrassing me like this.” He snapped the lapels of his tux jacket. “I’ll buy some extra time while you get presentable.” A shard of steel lined my spine. “I’m in a wedding dress with pretty ringlets cascading from my head like an icy waterfall. Isn’t that presentable enough for you?” He shoved my shoulders and the back of my head thunked against the wall. “I’ll deal with that mouth tonight.” “I don’t want what you have planned for it.” He pulled his arm back and too late I saw the fist aiming for my gut. My lungs turned to ice. I couldn’t breathe. Then, he was yanked away from me and slammed into the wall across from me. A pair of wide, familiar shoulders blocked my vision, longish dark brown hair with a slight curl touching the collar. The curved wooden handle of a cane stuck out from between the men, horizontal to the floor. Boyd was pinned to the wall by a cane.”
― Walker Rose, Bourbon Runaway

“getting more land can be harder.” He yanks the blanket off and rolls on top of me. “I do believe I could listen to you talk about business all night.” I wrap my legs around him. “You know what else we could do all night?” He rocks his hips into me, and the undeniable erection behind”
― Walker Rose, Whiskey Cowboy