"Don't worry. I can't get pregnant."
Famous last words. I said them to a hot one-night stand during my divorce-cation, to reassure him when the condom broke. After all, one of the reasons my marriage ended is that I couldn't get pregnant, and my terrible ex blamed me for it. And now my doctor says I am pregnant. With triplets. I just have to find a way to tell the one-night stand he's going to be a dad... My Grumpy Billionaire is a laugh-out-loud swoonfest including a smoking hot masked hookup, a few silicone toys, and a peopling-averse hero you can't help but love. It's a stand-alone romance guaranteed to give you all the feels, along with the grand gestures and happy ending you crave."Don't worry. I can't get pregnant."
Famous last words. I said them to a hot one-night stand during my divorce-cation, to reassure him when the condom broke. After all, one of the reasons my marriage ended is that I couldn't get pregnant, and my terrible ex blamed me for it. And now my doctor says I am pregnant. With triplets. I just have to find a way to tell the one-night stand he's going to be a dad... My Grumpy Billionaire is a laugh-out-loud swoonfest including a smoking hot masked hookup, a few silicone toys, and a peopling-averse hero you can't help but love. It's a stand-alone romance guaranteed to give you all the feels, along with the grand gestures and happy ending you crave.Paperback
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