Advertising: it’s the least conventional thing to find someone to father a child. A wise woman would know it would attract a lot of different men – good, bad and the ugly. But Kathy was desperate, her ovaries are about to expire soon and her boyfriend did not heed her ultimatum. So here she is, in Vegas, taking matters into her own hands, interviewing prospective sperm donors for her future baby.
The valentine day grand gesture didn’t work out well for Luke. Instead of making her his, he just drove her away. When someone told him about his plan, he knew he needed to act fast before Kathy makes the biggest mistake of her life.
The characters are a bit interesting, especially Kathy. I wouldn’t say I really like her, more of like amuse. I can’t believe she really went with her plan. It was really dangerous, and I hate to say – stupid. She could have just asked a friend, or better yet Luke. But what Luke did to her was just a little heartbreaking. Argh. If not for that grand gesture – which I admit was badly planned, but still sweet- I would have never liked this guy!!!
I absolutely refuse to let go of you this time. So whatever scheme you’ve got planned next, you’d better count me in. because I’m not going any-fucking-where without you.
If Luke have not lost Kathy, he would have not seen her real worth. Kathy wanted a baby, she was old, she was ready to settle down. Luke was afraid at first, but he realized he needed to up his game if he really wanted Kathy. Sometimes it would take us to lose someone we love before we realized its worth.
It may have been a part of a series, but it can be read as a standalone. It’s a novella so it is short. I read it, and finished it before I went to sleep.
“Hi there…” The sexy voice caught her attention, and Kathy’s eyes took in the tall drink of water in front of her. He was rocking a pair of brown leather pants, and a skin tight, baby blue tee shirt, showing off a rippling torso and tattooed biceps that could melt the panties off Mother Teresa.
“Hi.” She shook his hand, reminding herself to firm up her grip, show some assertiveness. But the warmth in his hand traveled up her arm to her face, and she felt his gaze on her intensely. He smiled a flirtatious grin, and she saw even, white teeth, making a mental note to ask about his dental history, whether it was natural or if he’d had a lot of expensive orthodontia to get that beautiful smile. Luke had worn braces as a teenager, but the whiteness of his teeth was all natural.
Focus, Kathy. She motioned for him to have a seat, and he slid into the booth across from her with the grace of an athlete, so her first question was, “Do you play any sports? What are you good at?” She flipped to a new page on her notebook, after making a brief note about the Jesus Freak, and waited patiently for his answer.
His eyes slowly consumed her while he composed his thoughts. “Well, it all depends on what you’d consider sport. But I do have incredible stamina, or so I’ve been told.” A deliberate smile spread across his face, and Kathy looked down at her paper in an attempt to conceal the flush she knew was taking over her face.
This guy was forward. “Okay…Any medical history? Food or drug allergy? History of illness? Cancer? Heart Disease? Weird genetic stuff?” He shook his head leisurely, side to side, in a hypnotic rhythm as Kathy spoke.
His hand reached for hers, and she found herself watching, trance-like, as his finger made little swirly designs on her palm. “Ahem. ‘Kay. Are you clean? As in STD’s? Of course, we’ll be tested, if you pass the first two rounds of questioning.”
“Why all the questions? Why not just pay me and get it done. I can make sure it’s pleasurable for both parties. It’s what I do.” His finger continued tracing lines on her palm, sending little shivers up her arm. She was prepared for some men to ask why she asked her questions, but the second part of his statement gave her pause.
“Why do you need to know all this stuff for one amazing night?”
“So that I can know that I’ve done all I can to have a healthy child. If you have a history of men dying in their thirties of a heart-attack in your family, you’ll drop down on the list.” She waved her hand impatiently with her explanation, releasing his grip.
“What did you mean, it’s what you do?” His smile was seductive.
“I do this all the time, although I’ve rarely had so many questions thrown at me on the first round. Sure, some people are nervous, if it’s their first time, but I can make you forget your nerves.” His knee rested against hers now, and distracted her further.
She shook her head to clear the lust fog this man was putting her under. “You’re a prostitute?” Kathy sputtered. She wasn’t surprised; this was Vegas after all. She’d heard they were everywhere. But she’d never really thought male prostitutes looked so…so…hot.
As if he could read her thoughts, his mouth curled into a smirk before he replied, “I prefer the term escort.” Kathy thought about that. If worse came to worse, it was a possibility, but she really didn’t want to have to tell her child that their father was someone who regularly got paid for sex. Never mind that she was stooping to pay someone to father her child, but it was the principle of the thing. She made a notation and looked at the man again.
“I have your number and will call you if no other suitable men are to be found.” He nodded and stood.
“By the way, how much do you charge?” He told her, and she nearly choked. It was three times what she’d been planning to pay. And she’d thought she was being generous.
Anne Conley lives in a small town in East Texas not unlike Serendipity, with her husband, two kids and numerous goats. She brazenly stole her pseudonym from her great-grandmother, a true pioneer woman who raised seven kids alone: churning butter, plucking chickens, kitting clothes, and putting coal oil on every visible wound. Anne’s Stories of Serendipity feature real people, living life and finding love in a small town. She also has a Paranormal Romance series, the Four Winds, about archangels “falling” in love and coping with