Decidedly With Baby releases September 12th, 2017.
One-Night Stand Rule #1: always check the condom’s expiry date.
Career-orientated Holly Whittaker has a plan, and being a mom is not part of it. Her not-quite-a-fairy-tale childhood involved being brought up by thirty nannies (yes, thirty!), so what the heck does she know about being a mom anyway?
Playboy Josh Hoffer has no room in his life for a family or steady girlfriend. His hockey career comes first. Life is tough when you’re on the road more times than you’re not. Besides, what does he know about diapers and baby yoga and fairy-tale princesses?
After Holly receives some unexpected bad news, she’s looking to blow off a little steam, and hot sex with Mr. No Commitment himself fits the bill just fine. But sex is never without consequences, and this time it’s more than her heart that is at stake. This time, Mr. No Commitment and Ms. Career need to figure out what’s really important to them and find room in their heart for another—plus one.
Warning: Contains naughty texts, shower sex, and enough profanities to fill an oversized swear-word jar.
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Sex—it was a life-altering event. From the time your hormones came to life and encouraged you to get laid, you were pretty much screwed.
It was a bargaining chip.
A stress reliever.
Some girls needed to love the guy in order to do the deed. Others were only in it for a good time; commitment wasn’t in the books.
Sometimes it rocked one’s world.
Other times you wondered why you had even bothered—the guy had no idea how to make a woman come. Unfortunately, they didn’t wear a warning label.
They really should.
And sometimes sex came with consequences. The kind of consequences that started with you in the bathroom, the peed-on pregnancy test doing its thing next to you on the counter.
There it was, by the sink as I finished washing my hands. My life? Now at the mercy of a frigging piece of plastic.
If there was ever a time to fail at something, this would be it. Except, when had I ever failed at anything I did?
Never. That was when.
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