A new sexy standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author, Deborah Bladon. Roman Hawthorne is tall, devastatingly handsome, and has a jawline that is so sharp it could cut glass. He’s my dream guy on paper but let’s just say Roman is arrogant with a capital A. When I meet him in a bar on a random Tuesday, I think I’ll never see him again. But I do. Every time I show up at that bar, Roman is there with his perfectly styled hair, dark brown eyes, and megawatt smile. I don’t give him my number, but that doesn’t stop him. Roman flirts from afar - sending me daisies and secret hidden messages that are impossible to resist. I admit that he’s charming-as-hell, but I’m in all-work, limited fun mode since I just landed my dream job. In other words, I intend to limit all of my fun to Roman and my bed. But our uncomplicated connection soon takes a turn in a direction neither of us saw coming.

Dear Diary, I lucked out this morning in a BIG way. Dr. Hawthorne left his apartment just as the elevator was about to leave our floor. Bonus fantasy points for the fact that he was talking on his phone as he sprinted toward me. Technically, he was racing to catch the elevator, but I was standing front and center in it. Whenever I hear him speak it’s like liquid pleasure in the middle of an orgasm drought. The velvety rasp in his voice was the cherry on top of the visual delight I was witness to. Dr. H was on his way out for a run, so it was no shirt, muscles for days, tattoos, and my imagination running circles around his half-naked body. As always, he didn’t even glance in my direction, but a virgin can dream, right? -F.U. That’s just one of the many entries in the diary I found last night. It belongs to the woman who lives across the hall from me. Faith Upton. The pink-haired beauty has no idea that I’ve read every single word she wrote about me in that diary. The right thing to do is to forget what I read, slam the diary shut, and return it. But, there’s no way in hell I’m doing the right thing.

I came home with more than memories from a luxury cruise. I’m pregnant, and my brother’s boss is my baby’s daddy. Dr. Donovan Hunt is a respected veterinarian, the poster boy for panty melting hot, and a wizard between the sheets. He’s also my brother’s boss. Boo, right? Wrong. A few tropical drinks in the Caribbean sunshine on a luxury cruise and all of my reservations disappear, as does my tiny string bikini when we hit Donovan’s stateroom. We spend two glorious days in his bed. When we return to Manhattan, we agree to go our separate ways. Technically, I agree to go my separate way because Donovan wants our high sea adventure to continue on solid ground. I give in because the man is fun with a capital F, if you know what I mean. Fast forward six weeks, and I’m in for the surprise of my life. I’m pregnant, and Donovan is on board to be the ultimate dad I’d like to… well, you get the idea. We decide we’ll be co-parents, but when I start to wish for more, I discover there’s much more to Donovan than meets the eye.