Baby Drama Books

From the New York Times bestselling author Sandi Lynn comes a brand new romance about a one-night stand that goes oh-so-wrong. Jenna It all started one night when a sexy billionaire bought me a drink, and I accidentally tossed it all over his five-thousand-dollar suit. He tried to blame me, but it was his fault because of his lack of respect for my personal boundaries. I offered to pay for the dry cleaning and gave him my number to tell me how much it cost. He did, and we ended up spending the night together. Long story short. The condom broke, I forgot to take my pill two days in a row, and we mistakenly created a baby. I never planned on telling him about the baby until I lost my job and my landlord turned my apartment into condos. He told me he couldn’t be a father, and I was okay with that. I didn’t need a man complicating my life. I was all set to embark on my journey as a single parent until… Lucas The only thing I did was notice a beautiful woman and buy her a drink. A drink she carelessly spilled all over me and then had the nerve to say it was my fault. I forgave her because I wanted her, at least for one night. Maybe I should have forgotten about her and thrown her number away. But I didn’t, and a mishap occurred during our one-night stand resulting in a baby. I wasn’t father material, or maybe I was but didn’t want to be. The last thing I needed in my life was baby drama. I liked my bachelor life the way it was, and Jenna was cool with that. She made it clear she didn’t want me involved. I was all set to continue on with my life as if nothing happened until…

Miles Long story short. I needed to find a wife. My mother’s final attempt to hold control over me from beyond the grave was temporarily appointing my uncle, her brother, Chairman and CEO of our family company, Bradshaw Capital. She stipulated in her will something I didn’t see coming—marry within the year of her passing, remain wed for another, and the company would be mine. As absurd as that was, I had no choice if I wanted control of the company that was rightfully mine. While in Vegas, I met a captivating woman, a fellow New Yorker named Stella Harper, who was financially strapped and jobless. After one night with her, I saw an opportunity in a moment of impulsivity. Marry her, maintain separate lives, and dissolve our fake marriage once I secured ownership of Bradshaw Capital. I’d get what I wanted, and she’d walk away a rich woman. Simple right? Two months into our sham of a marriage, my uncle fell ill, which led to my taking over the company. The one-year stipulation was no longer in place, and before I could file for the dissolution of our marriage, Stella dropped a bombshell. She was pregnant. The prospect of fatherhood was inconceivable to me. The last thing I needed in my life was baby drama. A wife and children were never part of my life’s plan. But Stella left her mark on me, and as I grappled with feelings I never intended to feel, something unexpected began to stir within me. Stella Long story short. I needed money fast. I lost my nanny job in a fancy Upper West Side household after the mom flipped out over her husband helping me with a kid-induced glue disaster. She accused me of wanting her husband, fired me on the spot, and spread nasty rumors about me to Manhattan’s elite, ensuring I’d never nanny for anyone again. Meanwhile, I was hustling to finish my child psychology master’s at NYU. Without a job, my financial disaster hit its peak with tuition, rent, credit cards, and looming student loans, which had me drowning in stress. Purely by accident, I met a ruggedly handsome and charming man named Miles Bradshaw in Vegas. After one wild night together, he dropped a bomb: He offered me one million dollars to marry him and stay wed for one year so he could gain control of his company. I thought he was crazy. But after hearing him out, it was a win-win for both of us. Then, a mishap with my birth control pills happened, and I accidentally ended up getting pregnant. He made it clear he wasn’t father material and didn’t need the drama that came with children. I knew the marriage was temporary, but I fell in love with him and fell hard. He broke my heart and soul, and I had no choice but to leave. I was positive that I could never forgive him until one night, he knocked on my door. 18+

Marley My entire life changed when I met a hot and sexy billionaire named Charlie Stone at the Chicago airport. I wasn’t prepared for the journey I was about to embark on when I found out I was pregnant, which resulted from one drunken night neither of us barely remembered. I was an independent single woman and event planner, making it on my own in New York City with the help of my two best friends, Penelope and Olivia. Thanks to my parents, I didn’t believe in love, and having kids was not part of my life’s plan. Charlie made it clear he wanted nothing to do with being a father. He couldn’t even commit to a relationship with a woman, let alone be a father. I semi-accepted it and wanted to forget Charlie ever existed until I found out our one-night drunk fest resulted in twins. There was no way I could raise twins on my own, so I didn’t give him a choice—he was going to take responsibility and be a father to the children his drunken little sperms created, whether he liked it or not. The last thing I wanted was to fall in love with him. But it happened and freaked me out. We were two broken people who didn’t want kids, trying to prepare for what was to come: a whole lot of baby drama. Charlie Marley Monroe was beautiful, and I couldn’t resist her craziness. I should have because then I wouldn’t be in my predicament. After one drunken night together, she became pregnant—pregnant with twins. I’d made a future for myself by starting Stone Game Ventures and becoming the billionaire I was—a happy bachelor, casually dating women with no strings or expectations. A commitment to someone was never my thing, and I ensured it would never happen. Then Marley forced her way into my life and my penthouse. The next thing I knew, I was meeting her dysfunctional parents and having to play the happy role of the expectant father. Despite her craziness, our fears of having children, and our living situation, I couldn’t help but fall in love with her. She was the one woman in the world I let my guard down for, and my overprotective instincts kicked in. The fear of losing someone I loved held its power over me since my parents tragically passed away. It wasn’t just Marley I fell in love with. It was also my two children she carried inside her, and I would stop at nothing to make sure they were always safe, whether Marley liked it or not. 18+