Lipstick kisses and caviar dreams don’t have a place in my life or his. ~ Max (Rebecca Robbins) I'm a bad ass bitch. It's a truth of mine. I live it and breathe that shit. No, I'm not conceited or full of myself. It's just something I've discovered over the years. I'm damn good by myself, always have been, always will. What I didn't know is I can be improved upon. Enter the equally bad ass and hella charismatic Deckard Camden. Who, the hell, told him to be this jaw-droppingly gorgeous, mountain of a man, in comparison to my little self, projecting a wall of defense that rivals my own? Nobody prepared me for the sensual words that would fall from his lips or the massive ... peace he would bring to my life. Damn sure didn't get me ready to be Deckard Camden's wife … wait what?

The velocity of my heartrate has hit the maximum threshold living the life I am. ~ Z (Zoe Watson) I should be known as the “great pretender.” A part of me wishes I could be more like my friend, Max. She’s a bad ass. I’m not. I sound like a teenager. I’m not that either. I’m an adult. I’m trying my best to hold on to my sanity as I deal with my judgmental parents—the man I want to be with will never be good enough for me in their eyes. That’s only one issue. They—the parents and my siblings—are going to crap two ton bricks when they learn I’m pregnant. If they discover how this baby was created they might have me committed. Just as I’m wrapping my head around the pregnancy and Trevor know he’s the father of my child, hell enters my life in the form of an ex love interest. He wants what he can’t have. It’s not me. Now, my life and the life of my unborn child are in danger. I may have to channel Max’s attitude because I don’t foresee anyone else—not even my baby daddy—getting me out of the mess I’m in.