The good news: my artificial insemination was successful.
The bad news: the clinic used the wrong donor ...
All I ever wanted was to be a writer. I agreed to be a surrogate mother using my own eggs and all of my living expenses would be paid while I finish my book. Nine months with nothing to do but write!
Only the deal fell through when the top clinic in town used the wrong sperm. Now they want to fix the “mistake” and pay me to end the pregnancy and save the clinic’s reputation.
No way! Unplanned doesn’t mean unloved.
The accidental donor is none other than the head of the clinic himself, young, rich, and icily attractive – with no plans of being a father. His charm offensive to get me to give up the baby backfires and sparks begin to fly between us. We just might be able to make this work.
But his powerful billionaire family is not on board. They don’t want a nobody like me raising their baby. And they’ll stop at nothing to prevent that from happening.
