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Dating him was just an act…so why was he getting under my skin? After the untimely death of my sister, I was left with custody of her newborn son. Despite trying my best, I was barely able to care for myself, much less an infant. Things were looking bleak…until the opportunity of a lifetime fell into my lap, courtesy of my bestie. She told me about a friend of hers, a pro football player, who was looking for someone to pose as his girlfriend to help restore his public image, and that he was willing to pay generously for their time. It almost sounded too good to be true. In a way, it was, because the man offering the help I so desperately needed was none other than my nephew's father, Braden Hicks. The one person in the world I truly despised. Trigger Warning: This book deals with the postpartum death of a loved one in a hospital setting.
Author
Carmen Richter is an old soul. Her words are like theater, masterfully spun to bring all the feels, interspersed with music that makes your heart soar. She needs her coffee to make the words flow, and some of her best writing is done in a caffeine-induced haze at one in the morning with a soundtrack that ranges from jazz standards to rock to show tunes and everything in between. When she's not writing, she loves going to live concerts and especially live theater, or just staying in and binging Criminal Minds or Law and Order: SVU for the zillionth time. Carmen lives in Kansas City with her boyfriend, Brett, and their two fur babies, a bunny named Marty and a cat named Mal. In addition to writing, she also has two branches of a business that aims to provide quality services to independent authors at a reasonable price. CPR Editing deals with everything inside your book: editing, proofreading, and interior formatting. CPR Designs deals with, well, design: logos and branding, social media graphics, covers, and teasers. Carmen loves interacting with her fans and will happily respond to all messages personally until she gets uber famous and gets a ton of them. Hey, a girl can dream, right?
