 | THE MILLER BRIDES Texas Brides of Pike's Run Series Book 4 Historical Western Romance After Eulalie Miller was left at the altar, her younger sisters, Susannah and Lucy, pledge to never forsake her, not suspecting the vow would label them "Spinster Sisters". Neither did they realize Eulalie would become so formidable, the male population would be too scared to darken their doorstep. But, while Eulalie makes it her mission to protect her sisters from men, she can't stop Brady Callahan, the saloon owner, from turning Susannah's head. Nor can she keep Harold Dawson, recently widowed, from stealing Lucy's heart. And when Richard Morrison comes calling for Eulalie, expecting courtship, marriage, and her love, Eulalie’s world is turned on its axis. As the "Spinster Sisters" tumble into romance, the people of Pike’s Run might have to seek a new title for them. One of distinction and hope… The Miller Brides. PURCHASE THE MILLER BRIDES |
THE MILLER BRIDES
The sign was red and gold and gleamed brightly in the sunlight. Callahan’s. The scrollwork was gorgeous, and if rumors were correct, she knew Brady Callahan had carved the word himself.
Swallowing thickly, she ignored her shaking knees and went up the steps. The lively music frightened her, but she wouldn’t let it deter her from her course. Setting a hand on the batwing doors, she pushed inside.
As her eyes adjusted to the dimmer light, she was aware of the sudden stop of the music and the sound of crashing glass as something hit the floor. While she’d seen his saloon before, during the protests the Ladies Auxiliary had conducted, she’d never been inside.
Blinking away her fuzzy vision, she found a very tall and broad shouldered man behind the bar. His jaw was slack as he looked at her. Unable to say anything to him, Susannah ignored his shock and ran her gaze over the rest of the establishment.
Billiards, tables, the piano—with an equally shocked piano player—dominated the large room. There was a mirror over the bar, several shelves of glasses and a stairway that led to upper rooms. The only men inside appeared to be employees of Callahan’s. A slow exhale escaped her lips.
The establishment held no innocence, nothing feminine. She was in a man’s domain. Heavenly days! What was she doing?
“Did I hear somethin’ break?”
Susannah froze at the sound of Brady Callahan’s voice.
“Zeke?” he called when no one answered.
Still neither man said a word.
Heavy, booted steps sounded from the back.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Her throat went dry. Her knees shook uncontrollably.
He emerged, looking as dark and as wolfish as always. He wore only his shirtsleeves, black pants and a satin vest of deep blue. He paused when he saw her.
His dark hair was so thick, her fingers itched to run through the strands. Run her hands through his hair, indeed! What a thought. But she couldn’t banish the need.
He walked toward her. Slowly.
She clenched her hands into fists and lifted her chin.
“Aren’t you a brave one?” he drawled. “Comin’ in here when you stole from me.”
She couldn’t seem to force any words past her lips. Oh, dear.
“All by your lonesome, too, huh?” He stopped a few feet from her.
She could smell his spicy cologne, feel the heat of his gaze on her. Oh, dear.
“And just why are you here? Come to see the devil’s den? Come to spit in my face?”
Her heart twisted at his question. Images of him holding flowers in his hand stole her breath. My God! Why was his mere presence so powerful? Heat radiated off him, searing her flesh and making her sway toward him.
He put a hand on her upper arm. “Susannah?”
The sound of her given name on his lips made her insides melt and her intent spill from her mouth. “I’ve come to court you, Brady Callahan. What do you say to that?”
The sign was red and gold and gleamed brightly in the sunlight. Callahan’s. The scrollwork was gorgeous, and if rumors were correct, she knew Brady Callahan had carved the word himself.
Swallowing thickly, she ignored her shaking knees and went up the steps. The lively music frightened her, but she wouldn’t let it deter her from her course. Setting a hand on the batwing doors, she pushed inside.
As her eyes adjusted to the dimmer light, she was aware of the sudden stop of the music and the sound of crashing glass as something hit the floor. While she’d seen his saloon before, during the protests the Ladies Auxiliary had conducted, she’d never been inside.
Blinking away her fuzzy vision, she found a very tall and broad shouldered man behind the bar. His jaw was slack as he looked at her. Unable to say anything to him, Susannah ignored his shock and ran her gaze over the rest of the establishment.
Billiards, tables, the piano—with an equally shocked piano player—dominated the large room. There was a mirror over the bar, several shelves of glasses and a stairway that led to upper rooms. The only men inside appeared to be employees of Callahan’s. A slow exhale escaped her lips.
The establishment held no innocence, nothing feminine. She was in a man’s domain. Heavenly days! What was she doing?
“Did I hear somethin’ break?”
Susannah froze at the sound of Brady Callahan’s voice.
“Zeke?” he called when no one answered.
Still neither man said a word.
Heavy, booted steps sounded from the back.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Her throat went dry. Her knees shook uncontrollably.
He emerged, looking as dark and as wolfish as always. He wore only his shirtsleeves, black pants and a satin vest of deep blue. He paused when he saw her.
His dark hair was so thick, her fingers itched to run through the strands. Run her hands through his hair, indeed! What a thought. But she couldn’t banish the need.
He walked toward her. Slowly.
She clenched her hands into fists and lifted her chin.
“Aren’t you a brave one?” he drawled. “Comin’ in here when you stole from me.”
She couldn’t seem to force any words past her lips. Oh, dear.
“All by your lonesome, too, huh?” He stopped a few feet from her.
She could smell his spicy cologne, feel the heat of his gaze on her. Oh, dear.
“And just why are you here? Come to see the devil’s den? Come to spit in my face?”
Her heart twisted at his question. Images of him holding flowers in his hand stole her breath. My God! Why was his mere presence so powerful? Heat radiated off him, searing her flesh and making her sway toward him.
He put a hand on her upper arm. “Susannah?”
The sound of her given name on his lips made her insides melt and her intent spill from her mouth. “I’ve come to court you, Brady Callahan. What do you say to that?”
REVIEWS FOR THE MILLER BRIDES
"By far my favorite of the Pikes Run Series. This book centered around three sisters and their struggles. I have to say of the three heroes of the story, Brady was my favorite! I really enjoyed reading this book and with the three stories, I couldn't put it down. Kara O'Neal's ability to have such different, unique personalities in one novel is quite impressive."
-- Amazon Reviewer
"I've read all of Kara O'Neal's Pike's Run books and this one had a little more depth than the others. It made me cry, and it made me laugh."
-- Amazon Reviewer
"This book didn't have one boring moment! I enjoyed each story line."
-- Amazon Reviewer
-- Amazon Reviewer
"I've read all of Kara O'Neal's Pike's Run books and this one had a little more depth than the others. It made me cry, and it made me laugh."
-- Amazon Reviewer
"This book didn't have one boring moment! I enjoyed each story line."
-- Amazon Reviewer
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