Small town doctor. Big time heart break.
What happens when the man you hate becomes the father of your baby?
Falling for Grant Rossi has disaster written all over it—for several reasons.
First, he’s a self-entitled asshole.
Second, he blames me for his last relationship imploding.
(Which for the record, it wasn’t my fault).
Third, when that man speaks, my body melts into a puddle of goo.
It started when I stupidly agreed to go on one date with him.
That then ended up with one night in his bed.
The shower.
The counter.
A pilates machine.
I knew better than to fall for his filthy talking antics, but my body craved him in ways even I don’t understand.
If only that’s where the disaster ended…
He got me pregnant.
I fell in love.
We both experienced a loss so great we only had each other to hold on to.
Then piece by piece, he put my heart back together…only to turn around and destroy it.