Knocked Up by Mr. Cowboy

Gabriella

After my hellish divorce, I’d sworn off gorgeous men forever. But I was unprepared for my intense physical attraction to the six-foot-two, chestnut-skinned cowboy with tousled chocolate brown hair and a perfectly carved jawline.

Refusal hovered on my lips as his touch teased my senses.

One night of euphoria to get him off my system. Then I’ll leave without so much of a name or number.

That would have worked if he didn’t turn out to be my new boss.

Weeks after our unforgettable, passionate night together, I’m nauseous, my feet are swollen, and I’m tender in places I shouldn’t be.

The best fertility specialists in the country told me I would never be a mother.

This has to be the flu, right?

Drake

One night. No name. No number. That was the agreement.

But forgetting a woman like her is easier said than done.

Something about her stirs a passion in me that I thought was long gone. She arouses my curiosity, like a puzzle I needed to solve.

The last thing I need is to be distracted by a beautiful woman. But as fate would have it… my dear sister already hired this mystery woman as my new intern.

How the hell is that supposed to work?