Shane is my long time crush, a boy that grew up around me. I liked him a lot until he pissed me off; then I hated him. But I have since gotten over him and want nothing to do with him, or so I thought until I got stuck planning a party with him. I know Shane’s aware of how I melt when I’m around him and is purposely not making things any easier - not with his wickedly sexy, half-dressed self always around the corner. I’m a lot older and should know better, but first love never fades, and Shane is not invisible, regardless of how much I pretend not to notice him.
I was back in town and wanted only one thing: Sasha!
I’ve always liked Sasha, but I somehow messed things up and lost her. Now I was back in town and determined to pick up where we had ended. Of course, she pretends not to notice me, but I know she’s only putting on an act! We are stuck planning a party together, and sooner or later, her defense will go down. But while she’s focused on planning the party, I will work on getting her to the one place I know she belongs. I won’t take no for an answer, and as long as Sasha and I are in town together, there was only one place this will end – in my sheets.
PUBLISHER'S NOTE: This is a Happily-Ever-After romance story with no cliffhanger! As a bonus and thank you to my readers, this edition of BAD BOY'S BABY includes TWO free stepbrother sexy romance books!
- Original Title:BAD BOY'S BABY (A Best Friend Secret Baby Romance)
- Author:Mia Carson
- Rating:7.34 / 10
- Publisher:Published July 20th 2016
“Please don’t let me be late. I don’t want to take the next train,” I mumbled to myself as I increased my pace. I virtually ran from the cab to the train station, my mind alight with panicked thoughts. Always anal about time, I was obsessed with the fear of being late. I was returning home to Brooklyn from Philadelphia after graduating from college to plan this anniversary, which wasn’t on my ideal list of things to do, but I loved my parents and had to save money while I decided on my next step in life—whatever that step might be.
“I hope I figure everything out,” I muttered. I was good at prioritizing, but for some reason, having to deal with the anniversary and my own undecided future seemed doubly daunting. I wanted to run and hide. Regardless, I was going home to do something vitally important—something I had to do because I cared.<...