Crushing on the Bad Boy: Wildwood Falls, #5

By Heather Scarlett

Bad boy Tyler Morgan returns to Wildwood Falls, Montana for his sister, Sarah's, wedding, and the last thing he expects is to be planning the wedding!

When wedding planner, Emma Anderson, is sidelined by a minor injury, Tyler pitches in to help save the day. After all, he owes his sister for the hell he put her through as a teenager! What Tyler doesn't expect is to fall head over heels for the beautiful wedding planner.

Emma lives her life on the straight and narrow. Bad boy, Tyler, does not fit into her plans. These opposites attract can't fight the chemistry when wedding plans bring them together.

Tyler, Emma, and an adorable dog, Biscuit, find their forever family in Crushing on the Bad Boy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heather Scarlett
• Release date: Jun 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201890414

Heather Scarlett

Heather Scarlett lives in Southern California, though her heart is in Montana where she lived for six wonderful years. She loves big sky, wide open spaces, and cowboys. Heather writes small town romance that feels like home and is equal parts sweet and emotionally satisfying. Her heroines are strong and sassy and her heroes are rugged and capable. Heather's stories are family focused and relationship driven.

Book preview

Chapter One

He’d walked into a bridal magazine cover shoot. At least, that’s what it looked like. Tyler Morgan assessed the damage to his sister, Sarah’s, small living room. Huge puffs of fluffy white material covered the floor as far as the eye could see. He was fairly certain his sister was in there somewhere.

Hello, he called, reaching down to push bridal magazines out of his path. Anyone home?

A muffled sound came from the corner, under the white cloudy material. Ah, he’d found Sarah.

Reaching into the mess of tulle, he found his sister’s ponytail and tugged, as was their tradition. Hey sis.

Instead of the jubilant greeting he was expecting, he was rewarded with an indignant screech before the pile of fabric rose from the floor. It didn’t come to shoulder height, as Sarah would have. The fluff ball stopped well below that and was still emitting a high-pitched squeal. This was not Sarah. Unless her engagement had drastically changed her.

Petite hands with perfect pink nail polish parted the fabric, and he had his first glance at the irate nymph he had disturbed. This was not his sister. This woman was petite, brunette, and mad as all get out. Her eyes flashed with irritation.

What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just walk into a stranger’s house and…. manhandle them!

She ran her hands over her auburn hair, smoothing the pieces that came loose from her low, sleek ponytail. A far cry from Sarah’s loose, hastily tied, pony.

A last thrust of the fabric to the floor and the woman stood and stepped over it to face Tyler. She pulled herself up to her full height, which couldn’t be over 5’2". She wore dark rinse jeans with a crease that suggested recent pressing and a pink blouse tucked neatly into the jeans. Her practical silver flats perfectly matched the tie in her low ponytail.

Whoever this woman was, she could not be a friend of Sarah’s. She looked way too uptight. He cocked his head, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe. Yet she looked vaguely familiar, as if they may have met before. That wasn’t uncommon in a small town like Wildwood Falls. It seemed everyone knew everyone else. It really didn’t matter how long he was away from home. Every time he returned, ghosts of his past rose to greet him.

Do I know you? he asked.

The woman gave him a look that would eviscerate a lesser man on the spot.

I’m sure you don’t. I don’t associate with… ruffians.

"Ruffians? Did I stumble back in time to the 50s?