comes with expectations steeped in archaic traditions. So, it’s not surprising
when he learns the conditions of his trust fund: produce an heir before he
turns twenty-five.Enter Stacia Kellan. Her lowkey personality makes her the perfect baby
mama…without the drama. And thanks to her wild-ass hair, colorful tattoos, and
smart mouth, she’s exactly the kind of girl his parents would never approve of.
Add in the fact that she’s a total smokeshow…knocking her up certainly wouldn’t
be a hardship.
Stacia lives her life fast and loud. The idea of settling down isn’t on her
radar. So, when her long-time friend asks her to have his baby, her immediate
answer is a big, fat hell-to-the-no. Seriously, is he crazy?
West pulls out all the stops in wooing her and with every heated encounter,
Stacia finds herself falling a little more for his charm and wit. Oh, and his
Obligations. Lust. Friendship. Love.
The lines begin to blur as emotions enter the equation and besides, everyone
knows you can’t deny your rebel soul.
drive?” I ask, rubbing my hands together like an evil genius who just hatched a
appraises me for a moment before laughing. “That’d be a hell no.”
got a lot of power.” He leans back against the passenger door smirking.
think you can handle it?”
say, “I know I can.” One of the many things AJ and I bonded over when we became
friends was our love of cars; while she prefers old, American muscle, I lust
over supercars. Either way, she and I both like to go fast—really fucking
fast. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those misogynistic assholes that think
women can’t drive?”
all. I’m just territorial about my car.” A calculating glint shines in his blue
eyes. “Give me one good reason I should let you behind the wheel of my baby.”
wanted to drive one of these ever since it completed a lap of the Nürburgring
Nordschleife track in just over seven minutes. You do realize you own the
seventh fastest street legal vehicle, right?” I step into him, pressing my
front to his, my hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest. “No lie, the
thought of handling it gets my panties…”
and West gulps, sliding his arms around me, tugging me impossibly closer. “Gets
your panties what?” His voice is rough and gritty, rubbing over my libido the
same way a stubbled jaw would my skin.
ears to his lips, I whisper, “Wet. It gets them wet.”
groans, every bit of his longing plain for me to hear—and feel, judging by the
bulge pressing into my belly. “She’s all yours.”
from him, a smug, victorious smile plastered to my face. “I knew you’d come
words. She’s been writing stories for as long as she can remember. A Southern
girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LA–that’s Lower
Alabama, y’all–with her amazing husband and four rambunctious children. When
she’s not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching car shows
while she crochets or with her nose in a book.