Bad Boy's Bridesmaid (A Secret Baby Romance)(91)
He didn’t have to promise anything.
Nothing in the world would have torn us apart.
Love wasn’t about courage or kindness or honesty or work.
It was this.
Us. Together.
It was happiness.
And it was ours.
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Bonus Novels
Bad Boy’s Baby
Bad Boy’s Revenge
Bonus Novel – Bad Boy’s Baby
Play-maker. Trouble-maker. Baby-maker?
Star professional quarterback Jack Carson has the worst reputation in the league. He’s arrogant and gorgeous, and if he’s not in bed with a new woman, he’s sleeping off the party in a jail cell.
But now he’s gotten in trouble too many times and needs my help to protect his career. As his publicist, I’ve hidden his dirty exploits and silenced the sexy rumors…but I missed the hottest scandal of the year.
Apparently, Jack and I are dating.
When the trouble-maker lies to the league and claims we’re in a committed relationship, he jeopardizes both our jobs. I can’t trust the tattooed bad boy, but now I’m stuck defending him. I have to make him seem respectable—no matter what.
But his shameful reputation isn’t fixed with a few photos of us on a date. With the league determined to expel him for bad-behavior, Jack has only one option to convince them he’s wholesome, dependable, and responsible.
Jack Carson wants to start a family.
And he’s chosen me to give him the baby.
Bad Boy’s Baby
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To L.G.
Cause I know how much you love bad boys…
Chapter One - Jack
A party wasn’t a party unless I had two women begging to take me home.
And the fun only started when I agreed to fuck both of them.
The blonde grinded against me first. Not that I wasn’t partial to blondes, just had seen a lot of them lately. Blue-eyes, sexy curls, lips that pouted more than they’d ever smile. She was the kind of girl who’d suck out a man’s willpower through his cock then demand a credit card to go shopping. I’d learned to stay away from those girls. Good for one fuck, maybe two, but then they’d always want the same thing.
Money. Tickets for their friends. A car. New tits.
Somewhere out there, four women had eight, brand new tits courtesy of Jack Carson. It was almost like a public service.
And the league said I needed to devote more time to charity. I was doing the world enough favors.
Only a few of my teammates joined us for the night out. Half of them took off before the party got rowdy. The rest grabbed more beer and a girl of their choice.
I ordered the waitresses to bring us another round of everything—alcohol, wings, phone numbers. The music pounded, and two of my teammates shook the jukebox until their change poured out. The R&B blared, and some of the girls started to dance.
And those lovely ladies knew just what to shake.
After a song—and three discarded thongs—another handful of coeds slipped into our private room. They giggled as they recognized the stars of the Ironfield Rivets and paraded to my table. I let one through, a pretty little brunette I stacked next to the blonde.