When a workaholic OB doctor asks her
commitmentphobic, globetrotting ex-fling to donate a
sperm sample, a simple request turns into far more than either of them ever
bargained for…Here comes THE BABY PROJECT by Miranda Liasson…
About THE BABY PROJECT
Liz Kingston spends her life delivering babies
and longs for one of her own. All she needs is someone with fabulous genetic
material. Who better to ask than her sexy ex-fling, who has no interest in ever
settling down or being a father.
International
correspondent Grant Wilbanks loves danger and travelling the world. But nothing
in all this Brit’s experience could have prepared him for the way a torrid
affair with Liz makes him feel. When she asks for his assistance, he figures he
can help her out with a simple donation. No strings, no emotions,
just…test-tube science.
But this
simple favor gives them both more than they ever bargained for. Grant agrees to
her terms, but stepping away gets harder and harder because the more time they
spend together, the more he finds himself falling…and losing the battle to
safeguard his heart.
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Excerpt:
“I have one question,” Grant said.
“What is it?” Liz asked. Her body felt boneless,
her throat suddenly dry, blood whooshing
in her ears. Either she was having a heart attack or she was very, very turned
on. Or both.
“Why are you wearing my bathrobe?”
Oh, dammit. Busted.
At least the embarrassment made her thoughts veer back into safer territory. “I—spilled
vinegar on my shirt and it was hanging on your kitchen chair.” That was the
truth. She omitted the fact that she’d inhaled it repeatedly and probably would
have slept in it if he hadn’t shown up.
His full, beautiful lips curved up in a smile. “It
looks better on you anyway.”
His hands stopped moving on her arms. He stood
there looking at her, his grin slowly fading.
There went that whoosh-whooshing
of her blood pounding through her temples, her pulse points, the heat from his
gaze spreading through her, settling in her core.
“It might look even better off,” she said, her
voice barely a whisper. Oh God. Did she say that?
His
brows shot up in surprise. The smile returned, this time predatory. A gleam
flashed in his eyes. Then he bent his head and kissed her. Just a graze of her
lips, soft and featherlight, but it made her lose her breath, her balance. Her sense.
He steadied her. Pulled back, holding her by the
shoulders and tracing her cheek with his thumb. “I need you to tell me what you
want. Perhaps this isn’t a good time.”
She couldn’t let him leave. She wanted him more
than air, needed him too badly. But to say that?
His thumb slipped down and traced her lower lip.
“Let me make you feel better. I know how.”
Of course he did, and every cell in her body knew
it.
His other hand wrapped around her neck, tangled in
her hair. Slowly, he drew her in to him. Tugged on her lower lip, tasted it.
Teased it. She gasped. The surprising tenderness of his touch, the slow,
careful moves, had her trembling beneath his touch.
“Is this what you want?”
Oh, of course it was. Emotions collided inside her,
some attached to warnings, but her absolute need for him pushed all her doubts
away.
“Say the word and I’ll leave. But say it now.”
His voice was soft, tender, yet demanding at the
same time.
“Yes.”
One word was all it took for him to seal her lips
with his. He possessed her mouth with relentless kisses and thorough strokes of
his clever tongue, making the slow steady simmer building within her go up in
flames.
Suddenly their bodies were flush, and she could
feel the raw, uncontrolled heat of him searing her through his thin robe. The
hard thickness of his erection pressed against her belly, against the throbbing
pulse between her legs. His mouth was on her, oh God, his wonderful, soft lips
kissing her, possessing her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers.
She forgot everything—her sadness, her
disappointment, her name. All were
smoke and ashes scorched by the absolute hunger between them.
He
slid his hand down her back and cupped her ass, positioning her over his raging
erection. She ground her hips against him until he emitted a deep, low growl,
which pleased her greatly. She felt his smile against her lips as he scooped
her up and carried her into her bedroom.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
“I will,” he said, tossing her lightly onto the bed
and shrugging off his suit jacket. “But only if you give me back my robe. I’m
quite possessive of my clothing.”
Author Bio:
Miranda Liasson loves to write stories about everyday people who find love despite
themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a
few laughs along the way, even better! She’s a Romance Writers of America
Golden Heart winner and an Amazon bestselling author whose heartwarming and
humorous small–town romances have won accolades such as the Gayle Wilson Award
of Excellence and have been Harlequin Junkie and Night Owl Reviews Top Picks.
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