Standalone Romances by Adora Crooks
He’s the playboy doctor next door. She’s just trying to study.
When a one-night-stand leads to a positive pregnancy test, they make a deal:
They’ll co-parent, as long as neither of them fall in love.
I just wanted a good night’s sleep. But the paper-thin walls do nothing to hide my next-door neighbor’s playboy antics. All. Night. Long.
Cue me, pounding on his door, ready to give him a piece of my mind.
But he won’t settle for only a piece.
It would’ve been easier to resist him if he wasn’t so devilishly handsome.
If his smile didn’t go straight between my thighs.
If his low-throated moans didn’t make my toes curl.
But I wake up with something worse than a hangover.
Two pink lines on my pregnancy strip.
In the comedy of errors that is my life, my OBGYN…is the very one-night-stand who put the baby in me.
Dear God. You suck.