Chef Antonio Ricci was everything a sensible woman wouldn’t want in a man. Oh, he was wonderful with his daughter Rosie when he brought her for her check ups, but he was also the walking, talking embodiment of a bad boy. A heartbreaker. He always looked like he just walked out of some woman’s bedroom and straight into his kitchen. And sweet heaven, that sexy smirk he always flashed was enough to wreak havoc. Good thing I'm a sensible woman.

Forget me, not... One day I'm shopping for naughty toys for my wedding anniversary...Then BAM! Clonked on the head and left at the side of the road with no memory of who I am. When I open my eyes, a gorgeous doctor pulls me into his strong arms and says he's my husband. Husband!? Am I really married? Well the good doctor sure is doing his best to remind me that we're conjugally bound... And I guess my baby bump proves that he might be right.