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OVULATED
3 Pregnancy Romance Books Collection
By
Snow Novels
Table of Contents
MAIN STORY 1
SHAMELESS: A SUPERSTAR SECRET BABY ROMANCE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
MAIN STORY 2
BUCKED IN LOVE: BREAKING THE WILD BILLIONAIRE COWBOY
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
MAIN STORY 3
OF FATHERS AND SONS: A SECRET BABY REGENCY ROMANCE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
BONUS STORY 1
SCORCH: THE LOVE AND HONOR OF AN OUTLAW
BONUS STORY 2
CAGED: WILD TALES OF A SILVERBACK SHIFTER
BONUS STORY 3
WIDE OPEN: THE GOOD GIRL'S BAD PLAY
BONUS STORY 4
LOVE IN CAPTIVITY: BBW DRAGON SHIFTER PARANORMAL ROMANCE
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MAIN STORY 1
SHAMELESS: A SUPERSTAR SECRET BABY ROMANCE
Chapter 1
It had been a long morning; that's the only way I could describe it. But then again, all mornings were long when you worked a shitty waitressing job that barely covered the expenses of a minuscule apartment in an even more minuscule town where everyone knows everyone else and there's hardly room to breathe.
“Anna, table five’s waiting and it’s not gonna serve itself.”
I manage a small, terse smile at Jerry. He’d been promoted to assistant manager a little over a month ago, and ever since, he’s been the world’s biggest prick. If it had been three years ago, I would have given him a piece of my mind. Then again, if it had been three years ago, I would have been long gone at a music conservatory as far from this town as I could get and not working ungodly hours just to make ends meet. But like they say, nothing ever works out the way you plan.
Table five is clear across the diner, and I have to navigate the tables carefully, particularly table two where Mr. Jenkins always sits, insisting that the view of the dull, gray parking lot is better there than anywhere else. The real reason he sits there is because all the waitresses have to walk by his table on their way to serve everyone else, and the creepy old geezer gets a chance to watch us walk past him in the short skirts of our uncomfortable and hideous yellow uniforms. If he’s feeling particularly lively, he’ll sometimes sneak in a pinch.
I take care to stay as close to the far side of the aisle from him as possible, making sure to hold the tray full of food up high, so as not to accidently hit the heads of some of the other regular patrons. It’s only by a half inch that I dodge Mr. Jenkins’ reaching fingers. The Mullins family, with their two rowdy children and loud arguments over their personal lives, greets me with unimpressed stares as I lay their food out in front of them, putting in the effort to smile, even when I know they’ll leave piss-poor tips like everyone else that comes in.
I check the clock, narrowly missing Mr. Jenkins once again as I return to the kitchen to deposit my tray and announce to a displeased-looking Jerry that I’ll be taking my break. He nods in approval, not that I really need it since he’s been working me all day, and legally I should have taken my break hours ago.
A cool breeze hits me as I slip outside through the side door with a cookie I'd nicked from the front counter. The view isn't great, just the giant red brick wall of the post office and a tiny bench opposite it, but it's better than the even dingier break room inside.
I take a seat, munching on the stale cookie and pulling out my phone to see if the babysitter had texted me. Nothing. Lulu was a calm child, so quiet when she was first born that it had scared me, but at least it made it easier to find a reasonably priced sitter.
There's only one unread message I'd missed while working, and the name that scrolled across my phone as I clicked on it made me pause. It was Charlotte. I hadn't talked to her in ages, of my own volition, but still, I missed her. In high school, we had been inseparable, as close as two friends could get. But then she moved on to attend college in California while I stayed home to give birth to and look after my daughter. The daughter of her older brother. I had been so ashamed back then, and my parents kicking me out hadn’t helped either. So, I hadn’t told anyone and had pushed everyone in my old life away. Including Charlotte. The message was simple, but as I clicked on it and read, it felt like a ton of bricks had just landed on my chest.
‘Hey Anna, I miss you girl, haven’t heard back from you in a while! But, I’m texting you because, well, I’m getting married! Randy proposed! And of course, I want you to be there. It’s been so long and I know we haven’t kept in touch, but I can’t imagine walking down that aisle without you there for me. It’s this weekend, and I’ll be flying back home Wednesday. Please come!’
I tried to feel happy, honestly, but there was a sharp pain in my chest at the reminder that everyone was moving on to bigger and brighter things without me. But I couldn’t turn her down. Even if it had been three years and I had been intentionally not returning her texts, it didn’t mean that I didn’t still love her like a sister. Whether I wanted to or not, I would go to the wedding.
-x-x-x-
“I’m home!” I say as I enter my small two-bedroom apartment.
“Mommy!”
I laugh, bending down to catch Lucy up in my arms as a smiling Katy follows after her at a much calmer pace.
“Did you miss me?” I ask, kissing her forehead and nuzzling my face into her bright blonde hair that is so much like her father’s.
“Yeah; Katy and I baked cookies!”
“Did you now?” I ask, crooking an eyebrow at Katy.
“Don’t worry, it was only one batch. I cut the recipe in half, I know you’re on a diet.”
I grinned; it wasn’t so much of a diet as not being able to afford food but still trying to buy as healthy of food as possible for Lucy.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I say, reaching into my back pocket for my wallet as I set Lucy down. It physically pains me to part with what little money I do have in there as I hand the cash to Katy. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yep, I’ll be here,” she grins, bending down to pinch Lulu’s cheek, making her giggle, before she leaves.
“Do you want to help mommy with dinner?” I ask, heading into the kitchen as Lucy’s little legs propel her after me. The contents of the cabinets are dismal, but I take out a box of spaghetti and a pot, hoping that Lucy won’t be picky.
Distracting her is the best way to go, so I pull out a coloring book and some crayons and join her at the small kitchen table, keeping an eye on the stove.
Miraculously, we get through the night without a hitch, Lulu managing not to make too much of a mess and getting bathed and tucked in without a fuss.
I feel dead on my feet, but not as sad as I was expecting to feel after reading Charlotte’s text. Instead, it was a sense of nostalgia that brought me to pluck the small scrapbook I’d made in high school down from atop the bookshelf and open it on my lap on the couch.
Each page brings back a fond memory that could have just as easily been from another life with how different things are now. I barely recognize myself in the pictures, laughing so freely without a care in the world. No responsibilities, no worrying how to make ends meet, no having to take care of anyone but myself.
Feeling tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes, I gently close the book, grabbing the remote to flick on the television and relax with the low drum of Monday night football.
As I put up the photo album and return to my seat on the couch, my heart clenches all over again. Because right there on the television, streaking across the field, is Lucy’s father and my best friend’s brother, Chris.
Chapter 2
“Chris, baby, where are you going?”
“Bathroom,” I grunt, extracting myself from the nameless woman I’d met waiting outside the locker room for me last night. After the big game, she had talked her way into my bed, not that I needed much convincing. Like all the others, she was gorgeous, but she was still just one of many, and the ‘extravagant’ lifestyle of expensive clubs, money and endless girls flocking to be with me was growing old.
“So, do you want to hit up this new club tonight? It’s on Elmore Street and it’s supposed to be amazing,” said the girl who was still in my bed for some unfathomable reason. I think her name was Jessica? I really couldn’t remember.
“I’m actually going out of town,” I say. The thought had been fleeting, running across my mind in the short time it took me to walk from the bathroom back to the bed, but once it came to me I couldn’t let it go.
She looked deflated, but I could only muster up an ounce of pity for her as I turned around and moved to my closet to get a suitcase. It was an odd feeling, the knowledge that I was going back home. The town was small and close-knit, and incredibly boring. Nothing ever happened, and I had escaped it as soon as it was feasible and did my best not to look back. It had been a combination of expectations I was afraid I couldn’t live up to and past relationships I couldn’t bear thinking about.
Anna. The memory of her was like a blow knocking the wind out of me. I hadn’t seen her since I left home, right when she was graduating from high school along with my sister. Last I heard she had been on her way to college for music. Every time I thought of her, as painful as it was, I still managed to smile. She was something else. Out of all the girls I had ever met, dated or had a one-night rendezvous with, I had never truly felt something with them, at least nothing that could come close to the way Anna had made me feel.
At the time, I'd wanted nothing more than to leave my hometown and cut ties with almost everyone. But, outside of my family, Anna had been the exception. I had tried to keep in touch after that fateful night before her graduation, but she had turned me down. She'd given me some half-assed excuse about needing to move on and feeling as though she was betraying my sister, her best friend, by moving forward with a relationship with me. That had been a major blow, but I'd been able to bounce back. On to something better right?
I looked on as the woman with supermodel-quality looks dressed and walked disappointedly out of my loft. Any other guy would have thought I was crazy, passing up beautiful women dying to be with me because I was still hung up on some girl that turned me down back home. But, as Anna’s laughing face crossed my mind, I knew that there was no better than her.
Chapter 3
It had been forever since I had seen Charlotte, and to say that I was nervous to meet up with her was an understatement. She had picked one of the fancier restaurants in town, and I had no idea what to wear. No doubt our fanciest restaurant was small beans compared to the ones on the West Coast where they met, but I still had no idea what to wear. I had on a simple white dress that I hadn’t worn since having Lulu, what with her sticky fingers and child coordination, and I was hoping it still looked as good as it had a few years ago.
“Anna!”
I grinned as I spotted Charlotte and the man I could only expect to be her fiancé in the far corner of the room. Casting a nervous glance at the greeter, I walked by him and the other patrons with a confidence I didn’t quite feel over to the frantically waving woman.
“Hey,” I said, offering a small smile as I slid into the booth across from them.
Charlotte looked great, as always. Her long black hair was placed into a tight bun on top of her head with two bright pink chopsticks sticking out from inside it. Her eyeliner was dark and dramatic, creating wings in the corners of her eyes, and her bright pink lipstick stood out a mile away. Her bright pink dress was a dead-on match for her lips, and she looked as quirky and gorgeous as she always had back in high school. Looking at her now, it was easy to see how she had won both prom queen and most popular.
Her fiancé, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. Where Charlotte was exuberant and bright, Randy seemed dark and brooding. He wore a crisp, gray, tailored suit and his entire persona screamed stern. His jaw was well-chiseled, a faint trace of stubble on the underside of his chin, and his dark blue eyes were closed off and deep-set. His brown hair was slicked back against his head, and his smile seemed almost predatory in nature.
“It’s so good to see you!” Charlotte said excitedly, reaching across the table and gripping one of my hands between the two of hers.
“You too,” I said, actually meaning it; I had missed her. “How are you?”
“I’m great, really well actually,” she beamed, “this is my soon-to-be-husband Randy,” she said, placing her hands on Randy’s shoulders and nudging him excitedly.
“Nice to meet you,” Randy said, shaking my hand with barely a second glance before turning his attention back to Charlotte.
“So, how’s life in California?” I ask, feeling the need to fill the silence.
“It’s almost always exciting,” Charlotte jumped right in, “and with Randy we’re always going to new clubs, or art exhibits, or concerts, or getting the latest movies early and watching them together. Even a cozy night in is still exciting, right babe?”
“Indeed,” Randy said, pecking her on the cheek before turning back to the wine menu he had been perusing with a look of clear disdain.
“But, I’ve got to say: it’s good to be home.”
Randy quirked an eyebrow at that, never once looking up from the menu. “When you said your hometown was small, I didn’t expect this. I mean, honestly darling, the best wine they have here is $70, you weren’t kidding. Waiter!”
I jumped as Randy went from insulting the town to yelling out for a waiter across the room. I flushed, embarrassed on his behalf. He may have been a big shot Hollywood man but he was lacking in the manners department, at least for our town. He stuck out like a sore thumb and it was hard to know just how he’d behave.
We ordered quickly, Randy and Charlotte ordering the most expensive things on the menu without blinking while I hesitated and, even after Charlotte had reassured me that Randy was picking up the bill, still ordered something fairly modest.
Dinner passed in relatively comfortable conversation, Charlotte and I falling back into our old routine as if we hadn’t missed a day together. I tried to keep the conversation mostly on her, genuinely interested in her new life and hoping that she wouldn’t get suspicious at how vague I was when the conversation came back around to me.
“Here, almost forgot,” Charlotte said around a mouthful of food as she reached into her purse and withd
rew an ornately decorated envelope that she slid across the table.
I slid the invitation out, reading over it quickly with a small sense of dread. One piece of paper was the wedding invitation, and the second piece behind it was an invitation to the rehearsal dinner.
“So, will you come? I want you to be my maid of honor.” She looked at me nervously.
I tried to give her a reassuring smile, but I was uncertain. The last thing I wanted to do was go to the rehearsal dinner; knowing that Chris was sure to be there and the thought of finally seeing him again was almost too much for me.
“What do you say?” she asked again, looking at me eagerly.
Feeling as though I’d be sick, I looked from her earnest face to Randy’s impassive yet protective one, and knew that regardless of how I felt, my answer could only be one thing.
“Of course I’ll come!”
Chapter 4
My arrival back home was not what I had been expecting. It was surreal, going back to the place you were born and raised and everyone suddenly treats you like a celebrity. Money had always been relatively tight when I was younger, so as soon as I made it big time in the NFL, the first thing I did was buy my parents the biggest house in town. But now, as I stand in the kitchen next to Charlotte, I realize out of the hundred or so people in the house, I know only a handful.
Charlotte insisted on holding the wedding on the house grounds, something about being as close to her heart as possible or some sentimental nonsense. I secluded myself in the corner, drinking a glass of water while trying to avoid eye contact. While I had initially been flattered by all the fawning and piqued interest expressed by everyone I had run into, it was getting to be a bit overwhelming. I had been so happy when I got drafted into the NFL, but after coming back home, I realized just how much people expected of me. Somehow, in my absence, I had become a local legend and all the hopes of escaping a small town for something bigger and better seemed to suddenly be placed on me.