is the latest in a long line of feminist firebrands determined to break the mold at
Wolcott University. When her biological clock tells her it’s time to bust a move,
Avery does what she does best—she takes care of business all by herself.
Or, so she thinks….
Dominic Mann is happy with his life just as it is...
The widowed baseball coach is content and sees no point in changing his lineup
this late in the game. Still, a man would have to be dead not to notice a live wire
like Avery Preston. But a one night stand was all either of them wanted.
There’s only one complication...
The clinic where Avery was inseminated has been hacked. Now, she not only
knows who the father is, but she knows the father. In the biblical sense. Avery
shows up on Dom’s doorstep with a bun in the oven, a bellyful of ethical
righteousness, and the absolute conviction that she doesn’t need him. Soon,
the two of them are caught in a rundown between their hearts and their heads.
By day, Maggie Wells is buried in spreadsheets. At night she pens tales of people tangling up the sheets. This author of feminist, sex-positive romance is the product of a charming rogue and a shameless flirt. Trust us, you only have to scratch the surface of this mild-mannered married lady to find a naughty streak a mile wide.