My name is Cherry Sunday and no, I’m not a stripper A business trip to New York ended with me in a hotel room wrapped around a man with eyes so blue you could get lost in them. The guy was out of my league hot, super smart and judging by the hotel room, super-rich. But I snuck out before the sun rose, fully expecting never to see him again. Little did I know there was an entirely different surprise waiting for me when I returned home to Temptation, WA. My name is Brent Wilder, billionaire CEO wunderkind of Wilder Robotics Finding a woman was never my problem, but finding the right woman had proven so elusive I thought she was just a myth. Then I met a sexy chatterbox on a flight from New York to Colorado. Thanks to a treacherous storm on the west coast and the leggy brown-skinned beauty, I became a believer. Then I lost her. Literally lost her. For three months. So imagine my surprise when I found none other than Cherry Sunday—not a stripper, thank you—sitting in a park in the same town I planned to relocate my company. Talk about dumb luck. She was wary, skeptical and pregnant. No one ever said when I found the right woman I would have to walk through fire to convince her to give me a shot. The good ones, they never fall easy. ***This is a standalone novel with a touch of steam and HEA.***