Paulie and the Wedding Bell Grouch

By J.D. Walker

Paulie Hajek has loved weddings since childhood, so naturally it makes sense that his current job is in the wedding planning business. Unfortunately, that also means he works with Van Tremaine, his boss’s brother and a former bed partner who refused to commit to something permanent, like marriage. Paulie has been heartbroken for a year, but he’s not giving up on happily-ever-after, though the gloss has dimmed somewhat.

Van has a lot to prove to Paulie, whose love-tinted view of the world once struck fear in his forty-five-year-old heart and made him act like a fool. It doesn’t help that Paulie catches him with an intern in a compromising position, either.

To prove he’s changed, Van resorts to a bit of trickery which, in the end, may or may not give Paulie what he’s always wanted, if he can forgive Van for being an idiot. Will he say yes?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Feb 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781634860444

J.D. Walker

J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, and lover of all things knit and crochet. For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.

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Paulie and the Wedding Bell Grouch

By J.D. Walker

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Copyright 2016 J.D. Walker

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Paulie and the Wedding Bell Grouch

By J.D. Walker

I’ve always loved weddings, ever since I discovered my parents’ wedding album at the age of five while I rummaged through Mom’s closet for a pair of shoes. I’d had a date with Ronnie, the little girl next door, and we liked to play dress up.

The pretty dresses in the pictures, the handsome men in tuxes, and all those happy smiles made me long to be there, too. I wanted to be like the bride, floating down the aisle toward the man of my dreams. Everyone seemed to be over the moon.

I thought to myself, that will be me one day, too.

I just knew it would happen.

So, as I grew older, I learned everything I could about that special day. I read books, magazines, and anything I could get my hands on. My family, as open-minded as they were about my eccentricities, as they were termed, didn’t know what to make of my obsession, but I suppose they figured it was better than becoming a serial killer.

As if. I didn’t do blood.

Naturally, as an adult, I ended up working in the field for well-known wedding planner Viola Tremaine, who was tough as nails and made bridezillas—male and female—weep. The waiting list for her exceptional talents was miles long, and her fees were worth the astronomical expense for a Tremaine extravaganza, whether big or small.

I’ve worked for Viola over a ten-year stretch. I knew her every whim and cranky spot. She considered me her right hand, though she assured me I would never be able to replace her if I even dared to think of taking over someday. I readily agreed, since I wanted nothing to do with running a company. I preferred to be in assistant mode, always. Except in bed.

I may be five-foot-ten and slender, but be ye not deceived. I was a top, and no one ever got anywhere near my tight ass. Okay, there’d been one man, up until a year ago.

Funnily enough, it was Viola’s brother, Van Tremaine. Van absolutely despised anything to do with marriage or any kind of relationship that had the possibility of forever tacked onto it. How did I know this? We had slept together for years, but the minute I started hinting at making things permanent, his and his, shared housing and all that, he laughed in my face and told me