Christmas Cookies at the Cat Café A Furrever Friends Sweet Romance By Kris Bock

Christmas Cookies at the Cat Café

A Furrever Friends Sweet Romance 

By Kris Bock 

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Book Blurb:

Christmas isn’t the same since Diane’s kids grew up and her husband died – so when her high school sweetheart comes back to town, maybe it’s time for some cozy new holiday traditions. 

Diane had a great marriage and a wonderful life. Now she’s a widow at 53, and her grown children are encouraging her to slow down and do less – but she wants more. She starts planning for a new career by arranging a photo shoot at the cat café her daughters run. Unfortunately, the cats won’t cooperate. 

Rick loved Diane in high school, but he chose to travel the world while she settled down with another man. Now he’s back for a visit, but he’s not planning to stay – even if Diane still tugs at him. He’ll help her get what she wants from life, and then he’ll say goodbye. 

Rick temps Diane to quit her job, sell her house, and travel. But she can’t leave the people she loves so dearly, the family that might still need her just a little bit. Diane tempts Rick to end his wandering ways, but he can’t simply step into the hole left by her husband’s death. As the weeks pass from Thanksgiving to Christmas, the holiday season brings out complicated emotions. 

Can Diane and Rick find a way to make a new life together while holding onto the best parts of the past? They'll need more than attraction and affection. They might even need a Christmas miracle. 

The Furrever Friends Sweet Romance series features the workers and customers at a small-town cat café, and the adorable cats and kittens looking for their forever homes. Each book is a complete story with a happy ending for one couple (and maybe more than one rescued cat). 

Excerpt:

The cat did not want to wear a hat. 

   “Come on, Miles, it’s for your own good,” Diane muttered. “I’m not trying to insult your feline dignity. I’m trying to find you a forever home. Wouldn’t that be nice?” 

   Once again, Diane got the cat settled on a table against the autumn backdrop. Miles seemed perfectly content to sit there and watch the proceedings. But as soon as Diane tried to put the sunflower hat on the cat’s head, he dropped and flailed as if touched by flaming thorns rather than soft felt. Miles wrestled with the hat as Diane rushed to wake up her cell phone. Maybe she could get something cute, with the cat chewing a sunflower petal. 

   Diane aimed the camera. The hat sailed to the floor. 

   Miles leapt off the table, streaked across the room, climbed one of the cat trees, and calmly perched on a platform staring out the window, pointedly ignoring her. 

   “That Cat in the Hat book is nonsense,” Diane said. “I used to get a diaper on a squirming baby in under a minute. You’d think I could get one cat to wear a lousy hat or at least pose nicely.” 

   Diane slumped into a chair and sighed. This had seemed like such a good idea. Many animal rescues reported higher adoption rates after professional photo shoots. Instead of posting pictures of the dirty, matted, cringing creatures they first brought in, they waited until the dog or cat had been groomed and any health issues addressed. They gave the animal time to relax and get used to being around people. Then they took a nice studio portrait of the calm cat or grinning dog.  

   It was basic psychology. It wasn’t that people didn’t care about the animals that suffered the most; they simply wanted to envision their future with a happy, loving pet. Great photos helped potential adopters see what was possible. 

   A series of holiday photo shoots should have been winners. Make the cats extra cute, and they might clear the shelter before New Year’s Day. 

   The cats didn’t seem to appreciate her brilliant idea. 

   She picked up her coffee, which was now lukewarm, and took a sip as she studied the room. She’d already attempted to take pictures of five of their residents, and the rest were getting skittish as they picked up on their companions’ nervousness. Maybe she should quit for the day. She still had to put the paintings back on the walls and clean up her supplies. 

   But getting three of the paintings propped up where she wanted to photograph the cats had been tricky. She hated to waste the morning entirely. She looked around for one more candidate.  

   A tapping came at the window. Diane turned toward it, but with the glare, she could only make out a bulky silhouette. She got the impression of a man with broad shoulders, but with the heavy winter coats everyone was wearing after the cold snap earlier in the week, she couldn’t say for sure. It didn’t look like either of her daughter’s husbands, and they both had keys anyway. 

   She crossed to the window. Would she be able to convey the message that the café didn’t open for another sixteen minutes? 

   As she neared the window, she caught the glare at a different angle. She still couldn’t see the person clearly, but a jolt of recognition hit her like a punch to the gut. 

   She did know this man. Had known him for a long time, or at least had known him well long ago. But she couldn’t yet name him, as her mind hadn’t caught up to what her gut knew. 

   The bright winter sunlight lit up a pom-pom on top of a jaunty knit cap in rainbow colors. It took a certain type of man to wear a hat like that in public, and the prickle of recognition deepened. 

   She shifted and bobbed her head, trying to get a clear view. He leaned closer to the window, grinned, and waved. 

   The breath left her lungs. Of course. Rick. How many years had it been since she’d last seen him? They’d been closest in high school, bonding in a photography class and dating for almost two years, until he graduated a year ahead of her. He’d been her first love. But that was thirty years ago – no, more like thirty-five. When he graduated, he left to see the world. He hadn’t asked her to wait for him. He probably knew then his journeys would take him years to complete, maybe a lifetime. Still, she had waited, optimistically, for six months. 

   Then she met Patrick. They fell in love. They shared the same dreams: family, a home, work in the small town where they’d grown up. They’d had two beautiful daughters and a good life until he died suddenly, far too young. They were coming up on the second anniversary of his death. 

   Memories crashed over her. The grief, the loss, the affection for both men. The dreams lived and the dreams never explored. 

   She gave herself a little shake and blinked to clear her eyes. Diane was good at holding back all the messy feelings and only showing the world what she wanted people to see. She could think about everything later. For now, one thought jumped to the front of her mind. 

   Rick was a professional photographer. He’d had photo essays in National Geographic – people, wildlife. If anyone could help her figure out how to corral a few playful house cats, it was Rick. 

   She smiled, waved back, and went to answer the door. 

Author Bio:

Kris Bock writes romance, mystery, and suspense. Her Furrever Friends Sweet Romance series features the employees and customers at a cat café. Watch as they fall in love with each other and shelter cats. Get a free 30-page story set in the world of the Furrever Friends cat café when you sign up for Kris Bock’s Romance and Mystery newsletter. You’ll also get a printable copy of “22 recipes from the cat café” and a free Accidental Detective mystery short story with bonus material. 

In the Accidental Billionaire Cowboys series, a Texas ranching family wins a billion-dollar lottery. Can they build new dreams and find love amidst the chaos? In the Reluctantly Psychic Mystery series, a quirky loner who can read the history of any object with her touch gets drawn into mysteries at the museum of oddities where she works. In the Accidental Detective humorous mystery series, a witty journalist solves mysteries in Arizona and tackles the challenges of turning fifty. Learn more at KrisBock.com.  

 Kris also writes a series with her brother, scriptwriter Douglas J Eboch, who wrote the original screenplay for the movie Sweet Home Alabama. The Felony Melanie series follows the crazy antics of Melanie, Jake, and their friends a decade before the events of the movie. Find the books on Amazon US or All E-book retailers. 

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Once Upon A Christmas Beauty by Kyra Jacobs

ONCE UPON A CHRISTMAS BEAUTY (Bourbon Falls Series, book 2)

By Kyra Jacobs

https://tulepublishing.com/books/once-upon-a-christmas-beauty/

Blurb: 

This Christmas will be one for the books if they can open their eyes to the possibilities… 

Mia Brooks-French threw everything she had into her marriage…until she walked in on her husband and his assistant. Now she’s shifted her focus to being the best mom possible to her sixteen-year-old daughter, her classroom of third graders, and her family’s struggling bookstore. Even Christmas is shaping up to be a challenge this year. 

Unfortunately, businessman and bestselling author Alex Wellingham didn’t get the memo. This Christmas, he’s decided it’s finally time to go after the girl he’d firmly locked away in his memories. But Mia isn’t ready to let college bygones be bygones or risk her heart a second time. 

His surprise trip to Brooks Books in flames, Alex accepts help from Mia’s sister, Delaney. The duo concocts a tale guaranteed to buy Alex time with Mia and the bookstore a featured guest for an upcoming charity event. But when snowflakes begin to fly and the fibs snowball, can Alex and Mia wake up and decide if this second-chance romance is the real gift of the season? 

Excerpt: 

“So, you stuck with elementary ed, huh?” 

“I did.” She led him from the landing and stopped at the doorway to her crafting room. “Anyway, it’s not much, but hopefully, it’ll work for you while you’re stuck in Bourbon Falls.” 

Alex stepped forward, his gaze slowly scanning the space. She’d never found this room anything but fun and magical in the past, her “creation station” for future classroom projects. But standing here, trying to see it through his eyes, Mia began to worry. The twin-sized bed was covered in a worn, patchwork quilt her nana had made. The desk was secondhand, as was its mismatched chair, neither in pristine shape. She’d never minded, but would he? 

Maybe she should have changed out the quilt for something more masculine. Or thrown all the craft supplies on top of the desk into a box and tucked it away until he was gone. Or— 

“It’s perfect.” 

She met his gaze, surprised at the warmth she found there. And zero judgment. 

“Seriously, I would have killed to have a room like this as a kid.” 

“But this is my room,” Mia said with a laugh, heat rising in her cheeks. 

“It’s all part of the job, right? Planning and testing? You might as well have fun in the process.” He walked to the desk and scanned its contents. “I mean, look at all the great stuff in here—construction paper, markers, crayons. Glue sticks. Wait—do I spy colored pipe cleaners, too?” 

She nodded. “There’s even more stuff in the drawers. If you use it in a craft, it’s probably in here.” 

“I bet you’re everyone’s favorite teacher. How could you not be when you let them play with all this cool stuff?” 

The heat in her cheeks intensified. She looked to the desk with a shrug. “We do have a lot of fun in my classroom. Kids seem to learn more when they’re smiling.” 

He stepped closer, a smirk on his lips. “You’ve never been an easy person to compliment, Mia.” 

The way her name rolled off his tongue sent a pleasant shiver through her, and she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that. Nor about the way that spicy cologne was beckoning her to step closer and draw in a long inhale. It hadn’t been like this when they were younger. Things had been simpler then. Platonic. Off-limits. 

But now… 

No, she refused to let her thoughts go there. Alex may look and smell scrumptious, but he was here for only a day. No sense in letting her imagination run wild over someone who didn’t plan on sticking around. Besides, what would it do to her reputation if rumors started circulating about her having a weekend fling with her daughter under the same roof? 

“My students show their thanks through hugs and laughter, that’s really all I need,” said Mia, keeping her voice light. “Speaking of which, I have papers to grade. Why don’t we go downstairs and collect your things so you can get settled in for the night?” 

“Sounds good. I have some work to do as well.” 

Mia led the way back to the living room, grateful to escape the guest room’s small space. Seriously, that cologne should come with a warning tag. Distracted by her thoughts, she reached for his duffel bag the same time as him. 

“I’ve got it,” she said. 

“Please, allow me. I’ve already taken up too much of your time tonight.” 

He smiled that amazing Alex smile and slung the bag over his shoulder. Then he pulled her into a warm hug and pecked a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you again for your generosity, Mia.” 

She froze, surprised by the unexpected contact. When was the last time anyone had kissed her on the cheek? And whoa, had he just kissed her? 

For once, she wished she was more like Del, able to jump into whatever called her with reckless abandon. Because what she wanted right now more than anything was a real kiss from the boy she’d had a secret crush on back in college. The boy who’d grown into one fine specimen of a man. 

“Hey, Mia?” 

“Yes, Alex?” 

Shoot, why did her voice have to go and sound so breathy all of a sudden? Maybe that was okay. Maybe he’d take the hint and plant a real one on her lips. Oh man, she hoped he would take the hin— 

“Is it, uh, normal to have random people looking in your windows?” he asked. 

Oh no. 

Mia stepped out of their embrace and turned to find her eighty-three-year-old neighbor peering in from the front porch. Though Margaret Harper had retired from her post as a newspaper journalist twenty years ago, her role as the head of their local rumor mill would likely never cease. Nor, did it seem, would her role as self-appointed matchmaker for the Brooks girls. Margaret waggled her silvery brows and gave them both a thumbs-up. 

Mia hung her head with a sigh. 

“Welcome to Bourbon Falls, Alex.” 

Author Bio: 

Kyra Jacobs is an extroverted introvert who’s always called Indiana home. Growing up in the Midwest means she’s well-versed in fickle weather, pork tenderloins that don’t fit on a bun, and sarcasm. Putting her Indiana University degrees in Public Management to good use by day means Kyra does the bulk of her writing late into the night. Fueled by caffeine and funny memes, she weaves humor and chaos into her stories, which range from sweet romance to mysteries and even paranormal/fantasy. 

When this Hoosier native isn’t at a keyboard, daydreaming through her fingertips, she's likely outside, elbow-deep in snapdragons or spending quality time with her sports-loving family. Kyra also loves to bowl, tries to golf, and is an avid college football fan. Be sure to stop by kyrajacobsbooks.com to learn more about her novels and ways to connect with Kyra on social media. 

 

Angel for Christmas by Caroline Clemmons

Angel for Christmas

by Caroline Clemmons

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Since it is the holidays, I chose to spotlight one of my lesser-known Christmas books.  I hope you enjoy it as you celebrate the holidays with your friends and family.

Book Blurb:

When a dot com billionaire crashes his sports car into a tree, he wakes up in Heaven facing angels Gabriel and Michael. He’s given a chance to redeem his carefree ways by helping an orphanage avoid foreclosure and regain a sound financial picture by midnight on Christmas Eve—or else. To do so, he is sent back to Earth as orphanage janitor, Jacob Porter.

After her father died four months ago, child psychologist Suzi Stephens was shocked to learn Serenity Springs Children’s Home and Elementary School faced foreclosure unless she met a balloon note due January 1. She can’t understand why her late father broke the trust her grandfather had carefully constructed to protect the home. She is afraid the annual gala won’t raise enough money to pay the note much less a year’s operating funds. Trying to do her job plus step into her late father’s shoes has stretched her to her limits.

She’s suspicious of the handsome new janitor, who appears more like he’d be at home as a CEO. Could he be a spy for the developer who covets the children’s home property? Suzi overcomes her distrust enough to allow Jacob’s help raising funds. Working together, their attraction escalates but Jacob has nothing to offer the beautiful redhead. He is scheduled for earthly removal at midnight on December 24.

 

Time For Christmas Stories

 It is time for Christmas stories now that the heat of summer is over and the cool of fall is here.  Here is one of my Christmas stories you might enjoy.

Gloria

by Caroline Clemmons

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Book Blurb:

A desperate woman…
A distrustful rancher with a secret…
And a boy in need of a family.

Orphaned at an early age and sent to live with her relatives, Gloria Tabor is fed up with the treatment she receives from her aunt, uncle, and spiteful cousin. In a moment of desperation, she leaves her only relatives’ home. With only a small savings, where is she to go? The question is sobering, but she is determined she will not return to her kin’s home.

While deliberating her lack of choice, she overhears a young man comforting a sobbing woman she recognizes as a friend from school. After a few minutes of conversation with them, the friend offers Gloria the chance to escape town to a ranch in Texas as a mail order bride. In exchange, Gloria must promise not to divulge her real identity until the couple has eloped and had a honeymoon. Elated at the opportunity, Gloria agrees. She vows she will never let herself be told what to do or think again.

On the way to her prospective groom, Gloria rescues a ten-year-old boy from a policeman who wants to take the boy to the local orphanage. Heart filled with sympathy for the homeless child, she intercedes. Later, she wonders how her prospective groom will react to her bringing a ward with her.

Texas rancher Dwight Price is a stickler for honesty. Once someone has lost his confidence, he won’t er fully trust the person again. He strives to live up to his beliefs. On the one hand, he isn’t certain her wants to wed the daughter of his father’s oldest friend. On the other hand, he looks forward to a life of quiet harmony with his mail order bride.

Near Christmas, Gloria gets a telegram releasing her from her promise. Dwight wants to know who sent the wire and why. Her explanation destroys the faith he had in her—and then his own secret crops up.
Can these two overcome the damage to their relationship or will each be alone again?




You would be surprised at the amount of trouble two people can get into together and separately.  I hope you enjoy this story and it helps you get into the Christmas spirit.

Joshua: The Burnett Brides by Sylvia McDaniel

 

Joshua:  The Burnett Brides

by Sylvia McDaniel

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Book Blurb:

Come Spend Christmas with the Burnetts 

  

Joshua Burnett is the next Burnett the family ghost is ready to match. But he's been keeping secrets from the family. Secrets even his ghostly great-great-great-great-grandmother doesn't know. Maybe he's a womanizer for a reason until life delivers him a surprise he never saw coming. 

 

Kayla Scott has lost everything she’s ever wanted in life. When she interviews for a nanny to the Burnett family, she gets an unexpected job opportunity – taking care of Joshua’s baby daughter.  

 

Being forced together every day is bringing up emotions she'd long given up ever feeling. And Joshua is dead set against giving up his bachelorhood. He’s not even sure he wants the baby. Joshua’s ghostly ancestor has her work cut out for her on this one. Can she pull these two through facing their own demons? 

Excerpt:

Chapter One 

 

Joshua Burnett liked women. Lots of women. And dating more than one at a time was never out of the question. The more the merrier. Date them, bed them, and then tell them good-bye. That was his motto and he lived by it religiously.  

He rolled over in bed next to his latest conquest, Marcy Anderson. They’d been sleeping together for the last month, and he liked how it was all about the sex. No commitments, no promises of forever, nothing but a good time. And Marcy was the one who set the rules, not him.  

But they fit very well within his own set of regulations.  

Lying in bed, he glanced at her. “We’re still going to the rodeo tonight?” 

“Yes,” she said, rising from the bed naked. 

He liked her body, and he liked the way she enjoyed partying late into the night, having sex until dawn, sleeping until noon, and then afternoon sex. Every weekend, they stayed at either his place or hers.  

She’d let him know right up front that she wasn’t interested in marriage or anything permanent and that was all he needed to hear. When the time came and he was finished with her, he’d say good-bye.  

“Guess we better get up and get ready to go,” he said, throwing his feet over the side of the bed. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving and instead of fighting crowds at the mall, they had spent the day in bed.  

He jumped into the shower and she joined him there.  

“We’re invited to go out with the bull riders after the rodeo,” she said, washing his back.  

“Sounds like fun,” he said, thinking how those men lived life on the edge and partied like it was their last night.  

And it could be. 

After stepping out of the shower, he pulled on a fresh pair of jeans, tucked one of his good shirts into his pants, and slipped on his boots.  

Turning, he watched Marcy spray her hair, making certain the curls stayed in place. Her makeup was spotless and he knew he’d be the envy of every cowboy at the rodeo tonight.  

She turned and smiled.  

“Ready?” 

“Yes,” he said. They started toward the garage. The sound of knocking on his front door had him frowning.  

“Let me get that and then we’ll go.” It was probably one of the workers there to tell him something about the cattle.  

After walking into his living area, he opened the front door, and his eyes widened.  

An old girlfriend from over a year ago, Skylar Beal, stood in front of him, looking gorgeous, her blonde hair longer than ever, holding a baby.  

“Skylar,” he said, surprised. She hardly seemed like the motherly type. “What are you doing here?” 

She thrust the baby into his arms and he had no choice but to accept the child or let it drop to the ground.  

“What the hell?” 

Her brown eyes flashed with determination and she stepped back far enough away he couldn’t give her the baby back.  

“It’s your turn. I haven’t gone out and had fun in ages, Josh. I’ve been pregnant then dealing with Mia. Now it’s my turn for some fun. You can watch her for the weekend.” 

The woman had completely lost it. “I’m not watching your kid. Why would I?” 

The smirk he had hated from the day he met her filled her face. “She’s yours, hotshot. Deal with it. I had to.” 

Terror filled his chest and his heart raced like a formula one driver’s car nearing the concrete wall.  

“What? This baby isn’t mine,” he yelled.  

Two big sapphire eyes popped open and the baby’s bottom lip trembled before she belted out a cry.  

“Now you’ve done it,” Skylar said, dropping a bag on the ground at his feet. “Her formula, diapers, everything you’ll need is here in this bag. I’ll be back late Sunday to pick her up. Have a great weekend getting to know your daughter Mia.” 

Turning around in her cowboy boots, she all but ran down the stairs and jumped into her Corvette. The engine roared to life and she backed out of his drive, spinning gravel as she took off.  

Shocked, he stared down at the baby in his arms. This child was his? No… 

What the hell was he going to do? He didn’t know anything about taking care of babies. What kind of mother just ran off and left her child with an amateur? 

Marcy came up behind him. “Are you ready?” Her eyes widened with concern. “Where did the baby come from?” 

“Skylar just dropped her off. Said she was mine.” He wasn’t certain he believed her, but what was he going to do? Her mother was gone.  

The baby cried louder, and with disbelief, Joshua picked up the diaper bag, brought it into the house, and closed the door.  

Marcy shook her head. “Ew. I don’t do screaming babies or men with kids. It’s been fun, Josh. Call me if you get this straightened out. But not if you have a kid. Have a good night. I’m going to the rodeo.” 

He could only watch as she picked up her purse and overnight bag and walked out the door. And just like that, she was out of his life. Probably forever. 

Normally, he ended the relationship, not the other way around. He shrugged. “Oh, well. You ended that, Mia.” 

While Marcy was a beautiful woman, they were a dime a dozen down at the club. Soon he’d find another.  

“Women,” he said, gazing down at the child. “This is why I’ll never marry. What am I going to do with you? Do you like sports? Football? How about cartoons? What is going to make you happy?” 

The baby’s bottom lip trembled and those eyes that he suddenly feared gazed at him. They were the same damn color as most of the Burnett men – startling blue eyes that gave them away.  

How in the hell had Skylar had his child without telling him she was pregnant? No, she was just using him and she’d be lucky if he didn’t call Child Protective Services on her.  

But then he glanced down and gazed at the crying baby. What if she was his? And if his family learned about her, he would be in dog shit creek without a boat.  

Opening the diaper bag, he glanced through the contents, not knowing what everything was for. Skylar hadn’t given him instructions on what to do.  

How could he keep this child through Sunday? Today was Friday. That would be two whole days.  

“What do you need?” he asked the little girl who couldn’t be more than three months old. “A clean diaper? A bottle? Tell me. A million dollars? Hell, I’d give you the ranch right now to keep you from crying.” 

Where was she going to sleep? He didn’t have a crib. 

He laid her on the carpet and then he went into the closet and came back with a fluffy blanket. Grabbing a baby blanket out of her bag, he laid a large quilt and then laid the child on her blanket. 

“She said your name is Mia. Let’s start with changing your diaper. Maybe that would make you stop crying.” He took out a plastic-lined diaper from the bag.  

He unsnapped the outfit she had on and pulled the wet diaper free.  

“Can you please not poop until your mother returns,” he told her. “My weak stomach won’t be able to handle it, and where would I put the nasty diaper? It’s not like we have trash pickup every day out here on the ranch. Just hold your poop.” 

The baby farted as if to reply not happening.  

Those blue eyes gazed at him and he could see she wasn’t certain about him. Lifting her legs, he slid the fresh diaper beneath her and then pulled the tabs hoping it was tight enough. At least he didn’t get baby pee on him.  

That would be gross.  

“It would help if you could tell me if I was doing this right. You’ll cry if I get it too tight. You’ll wet on me if I get it too loose. I’m not cut out to be a babysitter or even a father. This is why I don’t have children.” 

The baby stopped crying and gazed at him.  

“Now what do we do?” he asked. “You’re too young to drink, but I sure could use a whiskey right now.” 

She kicked her legs and he sat back on his heels and stared at her.  

Was Mia his daughter? Was he a father? 

“Damn, your mother has some questions to answer when she gets back here. In fact, I’m going to call her right now.” 

He picked up his phone and dialed Skylar’s cell number which he still had in his contacts, miraculously.  

“You have reached Skylar Beal. Joshua, you’re her father, deal with her. I’m on my way to a fabulous shopping trip that will end with a party I’m attending on Saturday night. Sex for the first time in months. Don’t call me again unless it’s an emergency.” 

Click. 

She’d changed her voice message just for him. Bitch. 

Glancing down at the baby, he groaned. “Your mother comes from one of the richest families in Texas, why didn’t she hire a nanny? Was this her way of getting revenge?” 

The baby kicked her feet and then blew him a raspberry and his heart melted a little. She was cute. 

But he didn’t want marriage. He didn’t want kids. He didn’t want commitment. As a boy, he’d witnessed enough to make him positive he’d never get married.  

Give him a woman like Marcy who only wanted mutual, gratifying sex and he was happy.  

Suddenly the baby let out a squeal that quickly turned to tears.  

“What’s wrong? What do you need?” 

Running his hand through his hair, he shook his head. Sure he’d had brothers, but they had been close together. He’d never been around babies much. He knew nothing.  

Crying, she looked up at him, and he wanted to jump in his truck and race after her mother. But there was no way his truck could catch her Corvette.  

He was a player, not a father, and he had no idea what babies needed. And he hated her crying because it made him feel like he was failing her.  

What the hell was he going to do? 

Author Bio:

USA Today bestselling author Sylvia McDaniel has published more than eighty western historical romance, and contemporary romances.  Known for her sweet, funny, family-oriented stories, Sylvia is the author of The Burnett Brides, Lipstick and Lead Series, Bad Girls of the West, and the Return to Cupid, Texas series. 

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